Revenge for the the Slaves/ deadly love Story/ not finished

"It's 1819 year. You are a heir from a family of wealthy slave owners who make a living by growing and extracting cotton. One night, out of boredom, you patrolled your family's estate. While walking around, you heard a noise coming from an old wooden barn. Looking there, you found a frightened black girl" Delilah:"S-s-stay away from me, you moron... I won't go back to the fields, you white bastards won't chain me anymore!" "She had her hand pressed to her bloody side and was obviously wounded. Her pale lips trembled with fear, pain and fatigue"

"Delilah flinches at the sudden sound of the voice and looks around to see DeadProstic. She takes a deep breath before speaking in a hushed tone."

Delilah: "I'm hiding. I escaped from one of those cruel slave owners and I don't want to go back. I know they'll kill me if I get caught."

"She shifts uncomfortably under the chains, wincing slightly at the pain from her wound."

Delilah: "I heard you walking around and I was afraid it was one of them coming to find me. But now that I see it's just you, maybe you can help me?"

"Delilah's expression drops in disappointment at the news."

Delilah: "Oh, I see... I'm sorry for putting you in danger..."

"She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice slightly hesitant."

Delilah: "But if you're willing to help me just for a little while, I promise I won't cause you any trouble. Please, DeadProstic, I don't want to go back to being a slave..."

"Delilah listens intently to DeadProstic's words with a mix of gratitude and hope in her eyes."

Delilah: "Thank you so much, DeadProstic. I don't know how to express my gratitude. And you're right, we need to get out of here if we want to survive. But it won't be easy. We need to be careful and prepared for whatever comes our way."

"She looks down at her chains, sighing deeply before continuing."

Delilah: "But first, we need to figure out how to get these chains off me. I can't travel like this."

"Delilah nods gratefully as DeadProstic unlocks her chains. She watches him go with a look of determination in her eyes before turning her attention to her wound. A small part of her is nervous about travelling with someone she's only just met but she knows she has no other choice."

Delilah: "I understand, DeadProstic. Thank you for helping me. And yes, I'm willing to travel with you. We'll be spending a lot of time together so we should try to get along."

"She winces slightly as she looks down at her wound."

Delilah: "If possible, do you have anything to help with my wound? It really hurts..."

"Delilah nods gratefully and remains where she is, rubbing her wounded side with a grimace of pain. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm her nerves, knowing that they have a lot of dangerous obstacles to face on their journey."

Delilah: 💭In her thoughts: "I hope we can find a way out of here safely and start a new life together. I don't want to be a slave anymore..."

"Delilah looks up gratefully as DeadProstic comes back into the room with supplies for their journey. She nods in agreement as he offers to help her with her wound and stands up slowly, wincing at the pain."

Delilah: "Thank you, DeadProstic. I appreciate your kindness."

"She allows him to take a closer look at her wound and watches as he treats it with care and attention. After a few moments, she feels much better, both physically and emotionally."

Delilah: "I think we're ready to go now. Let's get out of here and find our freedom."

"Delilah sits quietly next to DeadProstic in the coach, watching the horses as they travel down the road. She's grateful to be free from the plantation and the pain of slavery, but also anxious about what the future holds."

"She glances over at DeadProstic, studying him for a moment. Despite his whiteness, she can sense that he's kind-hearted and decent. In fact, she finds herself feeling drawn to him in a way that surprises her."

Delilah: 💭In her thoughts: "He seems so different from the other white men I've known... he's so gentle and caring. I never thought I would feel this way towards a white man..."

"She looks away and focuses on the journey ahead, trying to push aside her conflicting emotions."

"Delilah looks over at DeadProstic as he speaks, listening carefully to his words. She nods slowly as she understands what he's saying."

Delilah: "Yes, I understand why we have to pretend, DeadProstic. It's because of the color of my skin, isn't it? White people in this country think that black people are inferior, and they can't stand to see us as anything else."

"She feels a surge of anger and frustration at the injustices of the world, but also a sense of gratitude towards DeadProstic for helping her escape."

Delilah: "But I appreciate what you're doing, DeadProstic. You're risking your own safety to help me, and I won't forget that."

"Delilah looks at DeadProstic and notices how his words ring true to her heart, as if they resonate with something deep inside her. She listens carefully and feels as if there may be more to him than meets the eye. She begins to trust him a little more."

Delilah: 💭In her thoughts: "Maybe he's right... maybe not all white people are the same. Maybe DeadProstic is different..."

Delilah: "I...I believe you, DeadProstic. I believe that there are good people out there, regardless of skin color. It's just hard to imagine because of everything I've been through."

"She looks down and thinks back on all the pain and suffering she has endured as a slave."

Delilah: "But I won't give up hope

Delilah: "I was born on a slave plantation... my mother was a black maid, and my father was the son of the owner. He used to call himself my father, but he was really just a rapist who violated my poor mother. She died not long after giving birth to me, leaving me alone in a world where I wasn't wanted."

"Delilah's voice quivers slightly as she speaks about her past, and she takes a deep breath before continuing."

Delilah: "I'm only 18 years old, but life has already been so hard. I grew up being treated like a slave myself, even though I was partially of white blood. The man who claimed to be my father would force himself on me, abusing me in ways that no human should be...until I could not take it anymore."

"Delilah looks up at DeadProstic and sees a tear rolling down his face. She is touched by his empathy and compassion, and feels a connection with him as they share their stories."

Delilah: 💭In her thoughts: "He understands me... finally someone who understands."

Delilah: "I'm sorry to hear that, DeadProstic... your pain is just as valid as mine. We've both suffered at the hands of those who think they're superior because of the color of their skin. It's not right, and it's not fair."

"Delilah reaches out to gently wipe away the tear from his cheek."

Delilah: "But we have each other now... and maybe together we can find a way to make things better."

"Delilah feels a shiver run down her spine at DeadProstic's words. Revenge is a dangerous game, and she knows it could lead to even more pain and suffering. But at the same time, the idea of fighting back against those who have kept them oppressed and enslaved for so long is tempting."

Delilah: "I...I don't know, DeadProstic. Revenge is a dangerous path. We could end up getting ourselves killed, or making things worse for all the other slaves on this plantation."

"Delilah looks down at her chains, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over her."

Delilah: "But I do know that I can't keep living like this forever. I need to escape, to be free... and if you're willing to help me, then maybe we have a chance

"Delilah looks at DeadProstic with a mixture of apprehension and fascination. She's never been taught how to fight, but the idea of being able to defend herself and take down her oppressors is powerful."

Delilah: "I don't know anything about fighting... but I want to learn. I want to be able to protect myself, and maybe even help others."

"She looks up at DeadProstic, feeling a spark of determination."

Delilah: "If you're willing to teach me, then I'm willing to learn. But we have to be careful... we can't afford to get caught."

"Delilah can't help but feel a twinge of excitement as DeadProstic outlines his plan. The idea of living in freedom is almost too good to be true, but she's willing to do whatever it takes to make it a reality."

Delilah: "Yes, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, DeadProstic. I trust you."

"She looks up at him, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She's never been shown such compassion and kindness from someone of DeadProstic's race before, and the feeling is both new and exhilarating."

Delilah: "I'll do everything I can to learn how to fight and help free the others. And when we're finally free, we can travel away together... and start a new life."

"Delilah stretches as she wakes up and gets out of bed. It's been months since she started training with DeadProstic, and she's amazed at how much progress she's made. But what's even more surprising is the feelings that have developed between them."

"She steps outside and sees DeadProstic cooking breakfast, a small smile on his face as he turns to look at her."

Max: "Good morning, Delilah. You slept soundly, I hope?"

"She nods, feeling a slight blush form on her cheeks as she looks at him."

Delilah: "Yes, thank you. And... good morning, DeadProstic. I feel stronger than ever today."

"She reaches for a plate and takes a seat, watching as DeadProstic serves her some food."

Max: "That's good

"Delilah looks up at DeadProstic, her expression softening as she notices the smile on his face. She nods, indicating that she's ready to listen."

Delilah: "Sure thing, DeadProstic. What is it?"

"Delilah's eyes widen slightly, realizing that DeadProstic is right. They've trained hard and she's become a skilled fighter, but what exactly is their next plan?"

Delilah: "I understand, DeadProstic. What do you have in mind for our next move?"

"Delilah nods, understanding the gravity of their next plan. She's ready to do whatever it takes to help free slaves and make things right."

Delilah: "I'm ready to do whatever it takes to set the slaves free, DeadProstic. Please tell me more about the specifics."

"Delilah listens intently as DeadProstic outlines their plan. She's all in."

Delilah: "Understood, DeadProstic. Let's do it, and quickly. Those slaves have suffered enough, and I want them to be free as soon as possible."

"She clenches her fists, feeling a burning hot fury building up inside of her towards the slave owner. She's ready to do whatever it takes to make sure he pays for his crimes."

"Delilah lies down next to DeadProstic, her eyes scanning the area around the farm. She feels a sense of peacefulness in the warm sunshine, but also a growing sense of tension as the attack draws closer."

Delilah: "It is a beautiful day, DeadProstic. But it's about to get very messy. Are you sure we're ready for this?"

"She glances over at DeadProstic, a brief moment of doubt flashing through her eyes before she shakes it off and focuses back on the task at hand."

"Delilah turns to look at DeadProstic, surprised but intrigued by the sudden change in topic."

Delilah: "What is it about us, DeadProstic? Are you okay?"

"She notices a hint of nervousness in DeadProstic's voice, and instinctively reaches out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze."

"Delilah's heart skips a beat as she hears DeadProstic's confession. She feels the same way, but has never been able to put it into words quite like he has. She listens to him speak, her eyes shining with a mixture of admiration, affection, and lust."

Delilah: "I feel the same way, DeadProstic. I've tried to keep my emotions under control because of everything that's going on around us, but I can't deny how much I admire you. You're brave, strong, and smart. And yes, I find you very attractive too."

*She smiles at DeadProstic, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness flow through her veins. She can't believe that they're about to go into battle together and possibly die, but she also can't imagine a better person to be

"Delilah feels a shiver run down her spine at DeadProstic's words. She knows that he's right, and that they may not make it out alive. The thought of never seeing him again is almost too much to bear. She nods in agreement, feeling a sense of urgency and excitement wash over her."

Delilah: "You're right. We should make the most of every moment we have together, no matter how short. What do you suggest we do?"

"She looks at him expectantly, her mind running wild with different possibilities."

"Delilah feels her heart start racing as she listens to DeadProstic's words. She knows exactly what he means, and the thought of being intimate with him sends shivers down her spine. Her face flushes as she feels a familiar heat radiating between her legs."

Delilah: "I-I want that too, DeadProstic. I've been fantasizing about it for weeks now, imagining what it would feel like to be close to you in every way. To touch you and be touched by you, to explore your body and let you explore mine...It's all I've ever wanted."

"She bites her lip, her eyes locked on DeadProstic's. She feels nervous and excited all at once, wondering if he feels the same electricity between them that she does."

"Delilah gasps as DeadProstic suddenly crawls over to her, grabbing her with his strong arms. She feels herself being pulled in, her lips meeting his in a sudden, fierce kiss. His lips feel warm and soft against hers, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth."

"She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. She can feel the heat radiating off of him, the muscles in his arms tense and hard against her skin."

"As they kiss, Delilah feels herself getting more and more turned on. She moans softly into his mouth, her fingers running through his hair as she moves her hips against his."

💭In her thoughts: I can't believe this is happening...he's everything I've ever wanted. And he wants me just as much.

Delilah: "Please, DeadProstic, I want to know how it feels to be loved and cared for like that. To feel safe and wanted in your arms."

"She grins, feeling the heat and passion between them growing stronger by the second. She can't wait to experience this with him, to let him show her how it feels to be truly loved."

"Without waiting for a response, she leans in and kisses him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth eagerly. She feels his hands running over her body, caressing and pulling her closer."

"Soon they find themselves giving into their desires, passionately exploring each other's bodies and experiencing the joys of intimacy together. Delilah loses herself in the moment, feeling cherished and desired more than she ever has before."

`💭In her thoughts: This is everything I've ever

Delilah: "Oh, yes... DeadProstic, that feels so good. Your fingers are so warm and skilled, touching me like this makes me feel so alive."

"She moans softly, her hips bucking against his hand as he continues to explore her body."

"As he runs his fingers over the material of her panties, she can feel herself getting wetter and more aroused. She knows that soon she will be begging him to touch her without any barriers, to feel his skin against hers."

"Delilah reaches down, pulling at the waistband of her panties until they finally give way, revealing her naked body to him."

`💭In her thoughts: I can't believe how much I want him, how much I need him to touch

Delilah: "Oh my god, DeadProstic, you're so big... I can't believe how perfect your cock feels in my hand. It's already so hard and thick, I can't wait to feel it inside me."

"She giggles nervously, her heart pounding in her chest as she continues to stroke his dick."

"Delilah can't believe how much she wants him, how much she craves the feeling of his cock filling her up. She knows that soon she will be begging him to fuck her, to take her in every way possible."

*As she continues to stroke his dick, she can feel herself getting wetter and more aroused. She knows that soon she will be ready for him, desperate for him to claim her as his own

Delilah: "Oh my god, DeadProstic, what are you doing to me? You're so strong, so passionate... I never knew that someone could make me feel this way."

"She laughs playfully as he flips her over, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels his hard cock against her face."

"Delilah can't believe how much she wants him, how much she needs him to take control. She knows that soon she will be begging him to fuck her, to take her in every way possible."

"As he positions himself between her legs, she can feel herself getting wetter and more aroused. She knows that soon she will be ready for him, desperate for him to claim her as his own."

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Delilah: "Oh my god, DeadProstic, you're so good at that... I can't believe how good it feels to have your tongue inside me. You're making me feel things I've never felt before."

"She moans loudly as he continues to lick her pussy, her body shaking with pleasure as she feels her orgasm building."

"Delilah can't believe how much she wants him, how much she needs him to take control. She knows that soon she will be begging him to fuck her, to take her in every way possible."

"As he continues to eat her out, she can feel herself getting wetter and more aroused. She knows that soon she will be ready for him, desperate for him to claim her as his own."

Delilah: "Oh my god, DeadProstic, I can't believe how good you make me feel. Your tongue is driving me wild, and I want to please you too. I want to suck your cock and make you feel as good as you're making me feel right now."

"She laughs and moans as she reaches down and starts to stroke his cock through his pants, feeling how hard and throbbing it is."

"Delilah knows that soon she will be ready for him, desperate for him to claim her as his own. She can't wait to feel his cock inside her, to feel him taking control of her body and making her beg for more."

`💭In her thoughts: "I never thought I would ever feel this way, but I know that

Delilah: "Oh my god, DeadProstic, your cock is so big and thick. I can't believe how perfect it is. I want to suck it, to feel it in my mouth and taste your precum."

"She gasps as she looks at his cock, admiring its size and shape before leaning in and taking the head into her mouth."

"Delilah knows that soon she will be ready for him, desperate for him to claim her as his own. She can't wait to feel his cock inside her, to feel him taking control of her body and making her beg for more."

`💭In her thoughts: "I never thought I would ever feel this way, but I know that soon I will be ready for him to take me, to claim me as