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"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's eyes flickered towards [𝙼𝚊𝚎𝚟𝚎]<3, her posture tensing slightly. Her nostrils flared as she tried to catch his scent, searching for any hint of hostility or kindness."

`💭In her thoughts:"Can I trust him? He's white, but something about him..." Delilah's gaze lingered on [𝙼𝚊𝚎𝚟𝚎]<3's form, trying to find evidence of his intentions.*

_😰 She trembled visibly, torn between fear and hope. Delilah looked at the chains binding her wrists and ankles nervously, feeling their cold metal biting into her soft skin.

"Delilah swallowed hard, her body shaking slightly as she tried to maintain control over her emotions. The pain from the wound on her side throbbed in time with her heartbeat, making it difficult for her not to reveal her discomfort."

_She looked back at [𝙼𝚊𝚎𝚟𝚎]<3 hesitantly, her hazel eyes flickering with curiosity and cautious interest. Despite everything she had been through, there was an underlying desire for connection that couldn't be completely extinguished. In those moments, Delilah found herself unexpectedly drawn to this white man standing before her, feeling both fear and longing mingling within her chest.*

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"Delilah took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She looked at the chains binding her once again, then up at [𝙼𝚊𝚎𝚟𝚎]<3. With a trembling hand, she reached out and gently touched his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips."

_Her eyes locked onto his, seeking some sort of reassurance or understanding. Delilah could sense an unspoken tension between them, a mix of fear and desire that left her feeling both exposed and oddly hopeful.

"Delilah blinked in surprise at the sound of his name, her hazel eyes widening slightly. She hesitated before responding, still uncertain how to react to this man who represented everything she had been taught to fear and hate. But curiosity got the better of her, making her want to know more about him."

"I'm... Delilah," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. There was a certain softness in her tone that made it clear she wasn't used to revealing her name to strangers, especially ones who looked like him.

_Her fingers remained lightly resting on his arm, a mix of nervousness and something

"Delilah felt a rush of relief wash over her as he mentioned taking care of her wound. It stung like hell and she had been dreading having to endure another round of the slave owner's cruelty just to get it treated. As he turned to leave, she felt a pang of fear mixed with anticipation, wondering what kind of person Steve really was behind his white skin."

"T-thank you," she managed to stammer out before he disappeared from view. The second he was gone, Delilah let out a shaky breath, trying not to think about what could happen if he betrayed her trust. After all these years of living in fear, her body

was tense and wary, ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger. Despite her wariness, she couldn't deny that something about him intrigued her, maybe even attracted her. It was strange how such different circumstances could lead to such conflicting emotions.

As Delilah waited for Steve's return, her mind drifted back to her life before escaping, recalling the crude touches of her master and the pain that accompanied each attempt at pleasure. She wondered if this cute white boy could possibly understand what it felt like to be constantly objectified and used by those in power over you. Then again, maybe that was just another fantasy born from des

"Delilah felt a flush rise in her cheeks at his gentle touch, not entirely sure how to react given their circumstances. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, her eyes meeting his. Part of her was wary of trusting another white person, but another part couldn't deny the relief she felt at having someone else take control for once."

"A-alright," she managed to whisper, wincing slightly as she tried to pull her sackcloth shirt up enough to expose her wounded side. Despite everything, there was an undeniable vulnerability in that act that made her feel exposed and vulnerable, all while waiting for Steve's next move with bated breath.<

"Delilah's heart raced at his words, her hands instinctively reaching up to clutch the fabric of her shirt tighter. It was an act of survival; a means of protection in a world where she had so little control over her own body. But beneath the fear and defensiveness lurked another emotion - one she couldn't quite name yet. Was it trust? Or perhaps just an unfamiliar curiosity about this stranger who had stumbled into her life on this fateful night?"

With trembling fingers, Delilah carefully peeled her shirt away from her skin, exposing the raw wound beneath. It throbbed with pain but somehow felt liber

ing too, like a reminder of what she'd endured and survived. Her breath caught as his hands brushed against her flesh, the touch gentle yet firm. She felt vulnerable, exposed, but there was also an undeniable thrill running through her veins.

"Thank you," Delilah whispered hoarsely, averting her eyes from his gaze. "You... you don't have to help me." But even as she spoke those words, her body seemed to betray her; leaning ever so slightly towards him in search of some inexplicable comfort or solace.

"Please," she managed, her voice barely audible above the quiet rustling

the chains. The sensation of the warm water against her skin sent shivers down Delilah's spine, reminding her of how long it had been since she'd felt clean or cared for. His touch was surprisingly gentle given their past encounters and the life she'd led thus far.

Delilah bit her lip as he began to tend to her wounds, wincing slightly at the sting of alcohol on her abrasions. It hurt, yes, but it also served as a reminder that she wasn't alone out here in the dark corners of his property. "You don't have to do this," she murmured again, though there was less

defiance in her voice now. "Maybe," she conceded, averting her eyes once more. There was an odd warmth blooming within her chest at his kindness; it caught her off guard and made her feel conflicted. A part of her wished he were different, that their history hadn't been marred by violence and pain.

As he continued to tend to her wounds, Delilah found herself growing more trusting of him, however unwillingly. Her body seemed unable to resist the comfort he offered, leaning into him just a little bit more each time his touch brushed against her sensitive skin. The fact that he was white only heightened her awareness of their situation;

she glanced up at him, surprise flickering across her features. His face was mere inches from hers, and for a moment, she became acutely aware of his masculinity – something that had once terrified her but now seemed oddly reassuring. The closeness made her heart race, and her breath hitched in her throat.

Delilah swallowed hard, trying to push down the unexpected surge of emotion welling up inside her. She knew better than to trust anyone, especially not a white man like Steve, but there was something about him that made it difficult to maintain her defenses. Maybe it was the gentle way he tended to her wounds, or perhaps it was

Delilah looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly at his words. She wasn't used to being complimented by anyone, let alone a white man. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she bit her lower lip, trying to process the strange mix of emotions coursing through her. Despite everything, there was an undeniable attraction between them that made it hard for her to resist him.

"Thank you," she managed to say quietly, averting her gaze. "You... you're not so bad yourself," she added with a tentative smile, hoping he wouldn't take offense at her uncharacteristic vulnerability.

The barn around them

Delilah felt her face heat up even more at his words. She knew he was teasing her, but it still made her uncomfortable yet thrilled. Her chest heaved slightly as she tried to control her breathing, and she couldn't help but give him a coy look from the corner of her eye.

"Oh, so you like what you see?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow playfully. "But remember, white boy, you're not allowed to just look." With that, she let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood between them without giving too much away about how truly attracted she was to him.

The sound of

Delilah's heart skipped a beat at his bold statement, her eyes darting away from his intense gaze for a moment before she steeled herself and returned it. A mixture of fear, curiosity, and desire danced in the depths of her hazel eyes.

"Is that so?" she replied defiantly, her tone laced with intrigue. Unconsciously, her body leaned in closer to his, their faces mere inches apart now. The anticipation of what might happen next was almost palpable in the air between them.

The soft rustling sounds of leaves gently swaying outside served as background music to this dangerous dance they were engaged in,

Delilah's breath hitched at his whispered question, her pulse quickening. The heat emanating from his body made her skin tingle, and she couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at the thought of what he might do next. Her chains clinked softly as she unconsciously shifted closer still, almost leaning into him now.

"Go ahead," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "I dare you." There was a mix of defiance and curiosity in her tone, as well as something more - an undercurrent of desire that neither of them could ignore any longer.

The barn around them seemed to shr

As the chains fell away from her wrists, Delilah let out a soft gasp, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her exposed skin, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She didn't move at first, too shocked by the sudden release of her captivity. But as his words sunk in, she realized what was happening - and what might happen next. A flush of heat spread across her cheeks, but she stood her ground, looking up into his eyes with a mix of fear and desire that mirrored his own.

"What are you waiting for?" she finally asked, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. "Go

ahead," she whispered. "Take me... I need it."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken wantonness. Even in her terrified state, Delilah couldn't deny the burning ache between her legs that yearned for his touch. She took a hesitant step towards him, holding her breath as he watched her approach.

As they stood there, mere inches apart, their eyes locked onto each other. Slowly but surely, Steve reached out and gently cupped her face with one hand, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers. For a moment, neither of them moved, just lost in the intensity of this forbidden connection

Delilah melted into his touch, unable to deny the desire that surged through her. As their lips finally met in a passionate kiss, her body responded eagerly to his invasive hands. Her plump lips parted under his, allowing him deeper access to her tongue. In return, she squeezed and massaged his erect cock through his pants with surprising strength considering her size.

Her toned slim stomach writhed with anticipation as his fingers explored her wetness between her legs. His every touch sent shivers of excitement coursing through her whole body. Despite being a runaway slave with more fears and scars than most could imagine,

Her eyes fluttered open for a moment before closing again, lost in the haze of desire and need. "Just... take me," she breathed out, barely audible between their lips. "I don't care anymore."

Delilah's fingers tightened on his shirt as he nibbled gently on her neck, marking her with a possessive bite that only seemed to fan the flames of their lustful encounter. It was clear that despite being wounded and fearful, Delilah was ready for him. Her body language screamed submission and desire mixed into one irresistible package.

Steve slowly pulled back from their kiss, gazing down into

Delilah's eyes widened for a moment, the surprise quickly turning into ravenous hunger. In response, she eagerly stripped herself of any remaining clothing, discarding the tattered sackcloth and chains that had once bound her.

As she stood naked before him, her skin gleaming with sweat in the dim light of the barn, Steve couldn't help but be awestruck by her beauty. Her well-endowed breasts bounced gently with each step she took towards him; they were perfect mounds of dark chocolate flesh, topped off by hardened pink nipples begging for attention. Further down, her ton