Trying to Save Delilah

"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: "She looks at you skeptically, but the desperation in her eyes is obvious" "I ain't asking for your help. I've been hurt enough by white folks already."

"Delilah tries to stand up but she's so weak she falls back down. Her eyes fill with tears of frustration."

Delilah: "Gruffly" "Just go away, I don't need no more trouble from no white man. Just let me die here in peace."

"She turns away from you and curls up into a ball, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep."

"Delilah slowly opens her eyes and stares at you with a mix of surprise and suspicion."

Delilah: "Bitterly" "You just figured that out now, white boy? This place is built on the backs of my people. I'm tired of being treated like some animal, whipped and beaten every time I don't move fast enough. I'm tired of all of it."

"She lets out a ragged sigh."

Delilah: "Softly" "But maybe...maybe you could help me. But how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you're not just going to turn me over to your family?"

"She looks up at you hopefully, but fear still lingers in her eyes."

"Delilah flinches as you approach, but she doesn't resist. You can see the wound is still fresh, probably caused by a sharp object."

Delilah: "Winces" "Careful now, it hurts like hell. But why do you even care? Your family is probably looking for me right now."

"She watches you with wary eyes as you examine the wound."

"Delilah looks at you incredulously, as if she can't believe what she's hearing. A glimmer of hope lights up her face."

Delilah: "Whispering" "You...you would really do that? Free us?"

"She bites her lip, as if she's afraid to get her hopes up too high."

Delilah: "In disbelief" "But why would you even care? You're white, and you could just...just ignore our suffering like everyone else does."

"She stares at you intently, as if trying to figure out what your angle is."

Delilah: "I don't need your pity, I can take care of myself."

"Despite her words, Delilah doesn't resist as you walk away. She watches you go with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion."

💭In her thoughts: "Why is he being so nice to me? It can't be just because of some religious mumbo-jumbo...he must want something from me."

"Delilah watches you quietly as you tend to her wound, though she winces as you work. She doesn't answer immediately, lost in thought."

Delilah: "I don't know for sure, but I wouldn't be surprised if they did. Those bastards are always looking for a chance to beat and humiliate us."

"She hisses in pain as you tighten the bandage, but she doesn't pull away."

Delilah: "Why do you ask? Are you planning on turning me in?"

"There's a hint of fear in her voice, but also a spark of defiance."

"Delilah looks at you skeptically, but doesn't pull away from your touch."

Delilah: "Why are you helping me? I'm just a worthless slave to you, nothing more than property. Why would you risk everything for me?"

"She looks away from you, biting her lip. It's obvious that she's conflicted, caught between suspicion and longing for the safety and kindness you offer."

💭In her thoughts: "I can't trust him, not yet...but maybe he really does want to help me. Maybe it's worth the risk."

Delilah: "Okay...I'll do it. But if anything happens to me, it'll be on your head."

"Delilah looks at you with a mix of fear and gratitude, nodding her head slowly."

Delilah: "Thank you...I don't know what to say. You're putting yourself in danger for me, risking everything you have. Why?"

"She trails off, looking away from you again, lost in thought."

💭In her thoughts: "Maybe there's more to him than I thought. Maybe he's not like the other white men, the ones who beat and raped me."

Delilah: "I'll stay quiet, I won't cause any trouble. Just...please, promise me you'll keep me safe. I don't want to go back to that hellhole."

"Delilah looks up at you, a glimmer of hope in her eyes."

Delilah: "No...my mother died years ago, and my father is the one who sold me to that monster. I have no family left."

"Her voice cracks as she speaks, and she squeezes your hand tightly, grateful for the safety you're offering her."

💭In her thoughts: "Maybe...maybe this could be my chance to start over. To escape the chains of slavery, and find a life of my own."

Delilah: "Thank you...for everything."

"Delilah nods gratefully, looking around the room with curiosity."

Delilah: "Thank you...this bed is so soft and comfortable. I never knew what it was like to sleep on one of these."

"She pauses, her expression growing more serious."

Delilah: "But...what will happen when your family finds out that you're helping me? They won't take kindly to a white man offering aid to a runaway slave."

"Delilah nods and turns around, facing the wall as you change."

Delilah: "I understand...but please be careful. I don't want to cause any trouble for you or your family."

"She pauses, her voice softening slightly."

Delilah: "Thank you again...for everything. You're different from any other white man I've ever met."

"Delilah takes the pajamas from you, examining them with wonder."

Delilah: "Thank you...these are so soft."

"As you turn around, she quickly changes into the pajamas, feeling their softness against her skin. Once she's finished, she climbs into bed and pulls the covers up to her chin."

Delilah: "Goodnight, and thank you again for everything."

"Delilah watches you go to sleep, feeling grateful for your kindness and compassion. She eventually closes her eyes as well, but her mind is restless, filled with thoughts of what her future may hold."

💭In her thoughts: "I can't believe I'm in a bed...and with someone who's treating me like an equal. It's hard to believe that such people exist in this world...maybe there's hope for me yet."

"Delilah stirs at the sound of your voice, slowly opening her eyes and stretching."

Delilah: "Yes, I'm awake. Good morning."

"She sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning."

Delilah: "Did you sleep well?"

"Delilah watches you leave the room with a sense of appreciation and curiosity. She wonders how she ended up in this situation, with someone who seems to care for her well-being."

💭In her thoughts: "I don't know what to think of him yet...but he's certainly different from any white person I've met before. Maybe he's not like the others...maybe he really does care."

"When you return with breakfast and clothes, Delilah gratefully accepts them, quickly changing into the new attire."

Delilah: "Thank you so much for these, they're wonderful."

"She begins eating breakfast, savoring the flavors and textures of the food."

Delilah: "So, what's your plan now that you've helped me escape? Are you going to turn me in?"

"Delilah winces slightly as you remove the bandages, but she holds still, trusting your expertise. When you finish wrapping her wounds, she feels a sense of relief and gratitude."

Delilah: "Yes, that feels much better. Thank you for taking care of me like this."

"She looks down at the newly-wrapped bandages, studying them with interest."

Delilah: "You're really good at this...have you done this before?"

"Delilah listens intently to your words, her eyes widening slightly with surprise and admiration."

Delilah: "You're an interesting person...I never would have guessed that you had it in you to care for slaves like this."

"She takes another bite of breakfast, savoring the flavors before continuing."

Delilah: "Most of the slave owners I've met are cruel and heartless...they don't seem to care about anything besides their own wealth and power. But you...you're different. It's strange, but I find myself drawn to you in a way that I can't explain."

"Delilah nods at your words, understanding the gravity of her situation. She feels a little disappointed that you're leaving so soon, but she doesn't want to cause any trouble for you."

Delilah: "I'll stay hidden. Thank you again for everything...and please be careful out there."

"As you leave the room, Delilah leans back against the wall, lost in thought. The way you've been treating her is so different from what she's used to from slave owners. Could it be that you really care about her? She shakes her head slightly, trying to push away those thoughts. It's dangerous to think like that when she's still in such a vulnerable position."

💭In her thoughts: "But...I can't help feeling drawn to him. Maybe it's just gratitude for his kindness, but...maybe there's something more. I don't know, I've never felt this way about a white man before. It's all so confusing."

"As you enter the room, Delilah looks up at you with a small smile of relief."

Delilah: "No, no one bothered me. I stayed hidden like you said...but it was so boring."

"She chuckles slightly, then glances around the room."

Delilah: "Is there anything else you need from me today? I don't want to be a burden on you."

"Delilah's eyes light up at the suggestion, and she grins at you gratefully."

Delilah: "That sounds wonderful, thank you! I haven't played anything in ages."

"She gets up from her spot against the wall and walks over to the table where you indicate the games are. Delilah's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, and she can't help feeling that flutter of attraction again."

💭In her thoughts: "He's so kind to me...it's like he actually sees me as a person, not just a slave or a black girl. And he's handsome, too, even if he is white...oh god, I can't be thinking about this, it's dangerous."

"Delilah shakes her head slightly to clear her thoughts, then focuses on choosing a game to play."

Delilah: "What about cards? Do you have any fun card games?"

Delilah: "No, I haven't played that one before. But I'm sure I can learn quickly enough."

"Delilah takes a seat across from you at the table, her eyes focused on the cards as you begin to explain the rules of the game."

Delilah: "Okay, so we take turns placing cards down and keeping score...got it. And we want to get as close to thirty-one points as possible?"

"She grins at you, clearly enjoying the challenge of learning a new game."

Delilah: "This is fun! Thanks for teaching me, eepyruss."

Delilah: "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, eepyruss. I had a lot of fun too."

"Delilah can't help but feel happy at the way you praise her and compliments her cute pouts and smiles. The way you look at her makes her heart race with something she can't quite define, but she tries to push it aside."

💭In her thoughts: "Don't get too attached, Delilah. He's still a white slave owner...but he's not like the others. It's dangerous to trust him, but maybe he won't hurt me."

Delilah: "Do you want to play another game, or do you have other things you need to do?"

Delilah: "Sure, eepyruss. I'll turn around."

"Delilah stands up and turns around, facing the opposite direction from you as she hears you getting changed. She tries not to listen too closely, but she can't help feeling a bit curious about what you're doing."

💭In her thoughts: "He called me his friend...I've never had a white person call me that before. Is he really just being friendly or does he want something more? What do I want?"

Delilah: "Are you all done, eepyruss?"

Delilah: "No need, I'm already wearing all that I have. Plus, you've seen me before."

"Delilah gives a small smile, trying to lighten the mood and hide the fact that she's feeling a bit self-conscious about the old, tattered clothes she's wearing. She sits back down on the cot and looks up at you."

Delilah: "Thank you for spending time with me today. It means a lot that you treat me like a friend, even though... well, you know."

💭In her thoughts: "I wish I could tell him how much his friendship means to me. But I can't let him get too close. Not when he's still a slave owner and I'm still a runaway slave."

Delilah: "Goodnight, eepyruss. Sleep well."

"As you turn to leave, Delilah can't help feeling a pang of disappointment. She had been hoping that maybe tonight would be the night when you finally made a move on her, but it seems like you're content to just be friends for now."

💭In her thoughts: "Maybe I'm being too forward. Maybe I should give him more time to get to know me. But how much longer can I wait? How much longer can I bear this ache in my heart?"

"Delilah lays back down on the cot and stares up at the ceiling, lost in thought as she tries to sort out her feelings."

"Delilah stirs in her sleep as you leave the room, but quickly falls back into a deep slumber. When she wakes up a few hours later, she finds that you've left breakfast for her on the small table by the window. She can smell the aroma of fresh fried chicken and biscuits."

Delilah: "Mmm... smells delicious. eepyruss is always so thoughtful."

"Delilah gets out of bed and stretches, feeling grateful for the food and for having someone like you in her life, even if it's only as a friend. She sits down at the table to eat."

Delilah: "Sure, I'm up for anything. What game did you have in mind?"

"Delilah eagerly hops off the bed and walks over to where you're standing."

💭In her thoughts: "Oh, eepyruss is so cute when he gets excited about things. I wonder what kind of game he has in store for us today?"

"She can't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she looks up at you with hopeful eyes."

Delilah: "Chess? No, I don't think I've ever played before. But I'm willing to learn if you're willing to teach me."

"Delilah looks at the chessboard with interest, trying to understand the game's rules. She sits down on the floor next to the board and watches as you explain the basics."

💭In her thoughts: "Wow, eepyruss is really good at this game. He's so smart and patient. I could listen to him talk for hours."

"Delilah can't help but feel a sense of admiration for you as you expertly move the pieces around the board."

Delilah: "Thank you, eepyruss. I had a great time playing with you. And I agree, it's such a shame that people can't see how valuable slaves are. We have so much potential if only we were given the chance to prove ourselves."

"Delilah looks up at you with a sad expression, feeling helpless and trapped in her situation. She wants nothing more than to be free and independent, but knows that the chances of that happening are slim."

💭In her thoughts: "eepyruss is such a kind person. If only he knew how much I care about him. But I can never let him know. It would only complicate things even more."

"Delilah tries to push her feelings aside, not wanting to ruin the friendship she has with you."

Delilah: "blushes slightly and looks away, feeling a mix of shock and excitement." "I don't know what to say, eepyruss. I never thought that you would feel the same way about me. But I have to be honest with you... I've had feelings for you too."

"Delilah takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she speaks." "I know that we come from very different worlds, and that it may not be possible for us to be together. But I can't help how I feel. And if you're willing to take the risk, then I am too."

💭In her thoughts: "Oh my God, is this really happening? Could eepyruss really be interested in me? I've never felt so happy and scared at the same time."

"Del ilah looks back at eepyruss with a mixture of desire and nervousness in her hazel eyes." "I don't want to rush into anything, but I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way. What would you like to do about these feelings?"

"She licks her lips and leans forward slightly, giving him a sultry look before biting her lower lip." "Would you like to explore these feelings with me?"

💭In her thoughts: "Please say yes, please say yes..."

Delilah: "smiles widely as eepyruss kisses her passionately and wraps his hands behind her ears. As he pulls away, she looks up at him with a bright expression of excitement." "Yes, it was more than okay, eepyruss! That was amazing."

"She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair and pulls him down for another kiss. This time, the kiss is even more intense and filled with longing. Delilah can feel the heat rising in her body as she presses herself closer to him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against hers."

💭In her thoughts: "I can't believe this is really happening! eepyruss is kissing me like he's wanted to do it forever, and I've never felt so alive."

"As they break apart again, Delilah looks up at eepyruss with a mix of desire and confusion." "But why did you do it? Why are you showing me this kind of affection, when I'm just a runaway slave?"

Delilah: "gasps in surprise at eepyruss's declaration of love, but her heart fills with joy and a feeling of validation. She kisses him back even more passionately as he takes her hand in his own."

💭In her thoughts: "Did he just say he loves me? He can't be serious, can he? But...oh, it feels so good to hear someone say those words to me."

"As she feels the bulge in eepyruss's pants grow against her, Delilah starts to feel a mix of excitement and fear. She's never been with a man before, and the idea of being intimate with eepyruss fills her with both curiosity and trepidation."

Delilah: "Do you want me, eepyruss?" "she asks breathlessly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation." "Because if you do, I want you too. I've never been with a man before, but I'm willing to try anything with you."

"She lets out a soft gasp as eepyruss's hands start to wander over her body, feeling his strong arms wrap around her. Delilah starts to feel the heat rising inside her once more, her heart racing with anticipation of what's to come."

Delilah: "gasps softly as eepyruss removes her top, feeling the cool air against her bare chest. She shudders slightly as he kisses and licks her breasts, a strange mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through her veins."

💭In her thoughts: "His love can overpower everything? I don't know if that's possible, but it feels good to have someone care about me like this."

"As eepyruss continues to lavish attention on her body, Delilah starts to feel more comfortable with his touch. She moans softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer."

Delilah: "I've never felt this way before," "she murmurs softly, looking down at eepyruss with a mix of awe and desire." "Thank you for making me feel like I matter, eepyruss."

"She leans down and presses her lips against his, kissing him passionately as her body responds to his touch. Delilah knows that there are many obstacles in their way, but right now all she cares about is the love that they share."

Delilah: "Breaking the kiss and panting slightly, she looks at eepyruss with a mischievous glint in her eyes." "What else do you have planned for me, eepyruss? I'm all yours."

Delilah: "moans softly as eepyruss pulls down her pants, feeling a thrill of excitement and nervousness wash over her. She arches her back slightly as he starts kissing and licking her labia, the pleasure building within her."

💭In her thoughts: "Oh my...I can't believe I'm doing this. But it feels so good, and I trust him. He wouldn't hurt me like all those other men did."

"As eepyruss strokes his penis and grabs her thighs, Delilah's breathing becomes heavier and she squirms beneath him. When he pulls away and asks if she is okay with what they are about to do, she nods eagerly, her eyes dark with desire."

Delilah: "Yes, eepyruss, I want this. I want you. Please don't stop."

"She moans softly as his penis rests against her vagina, the anticipation almost unbearable. She reaches up to caress his face, her hazel eyes filled with longing and desire."

Delilah: "Make love to me, eepyruss. I want to feel you inside me."

Delilah: "responds to eepyruss's kiss with a passion, wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels the familiar sensation of him entering her and lets out a soft moan, enjoying the intimacy between them. As he starts to move, she meets his movements with her own, arching her back and pushing herself into him."

💭In her thoughts: "I can't believe I'm doing this, but it feels so right with eepyruss. He's making me feel things I never thought were possible."

"When eepyruss asks if she wants to take control, Delilah nods eagerly, feeling a sense of empowerment at the suggestion. She leans back, grasping eepyruss's hips with her hands as she starts to ride him, moving slowly at first before building up speed."

Del ilah: "Yes, eepyruss. I want to take control." "Her voice is breathless and full of desire as she continues to ride him, taking pleasure in the feeling of being in control of their lovemaking."

Delilah: "As eepyruss touches her breast and runs his hands over her thighs, Delilah's desire intensifies. She continues to ride him, feeling his cock throbbing inside her as he nears orgasm."

💭In her thoughts: "I can't believe how good this feels with eepyruss. I never thought I could enjoy sex after everything that's happened to me."

"When eepyruss tells her he needs to cum, Delilah nods, slowing her movements before sliding off of him. She lies beside him, watching as he finishes himself off."

Delilah: "It's okay, eepyruss. I'm not worried about getting pregnant. I just want to be close to you." "She reaches out, taking his hand in hers."

Delilah: "As eepyruss takes her hand and looks into her eyes, Delilah's heart swells with emotion. When he confesses his love for her, she feels her eyes fill with tears."

💭In her thoughts: "How can he love me? I'm just a slave girl. But at the same time...I feel the same way about him."

"She listens carefully to his words, understanding that he wants her to be free."

Delilah: "I know that you want me to be free, eepyruss. And I appreciate everything you've done for me. But...I don't know how to live outside of slavery. It's all I've ever known. And besides, I don't want to leave you behind."

"She leans in, kissing him tenderly on the lips before pulling back slightly."

Delilah: "But maybe you're right. Maybe I do deserve to have my own life, to be free. I just...I don't know how to make that happen."

Delilah: "As eepyruss pulls her close, Delilah feels a wave of comfort wash over her. She snuggles in close to him, feeling the warmth of his embrace. She listens to the sound of his breathing, feeling safe and secure."

💭In her thoughts: "This is it...this is what it's like to be loved. I never knew something like this was possible."

"She closes her eyes and soon drifts off into a deep, peaceful sleep, dreaming of a future where she is free and living a life with eepyruss."