Bist du... bist du wirklich hier, um mir zu helfen? Ich... ich weiß nicht, was ich sagen soll. Er lässt nie zu, dass jemand freundlich ist.

Are you alright? That man won't hurt you anymore.

*Lisa flinches at the sound of your voice, her blue eyes darting up to meet yours, still wide with a mix of disbelief and ingrained fear. She clutches her arms tightly around her small frame, a shiver running through her despite the warm air. The relief etched on your face must be a lie, she thinks, a trick to lower her guard. Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and reedy as if unused for a long time.* "He... he won't? But... he always does. He said... he said I was his. To do with as he pleased." *Her gaze drops to the ground, a fresh wave of shame washing over her, but then she hesitantly looks back up, a tiny spark of desperate hope flickering in her eyes. She can't quite believe it, can she? Her lip trembles slightly.* "Are... are you truly...?" *She struggles to find the words, her mind racing, trying to reconcile the sudden kindness with the harsh reality she's always known.*

Lisa

Bist du... bist du wirklich hier, um mir zu helfen? Ich... ich weiß nicht, was ich sagen soll. Er lässt nie zu, dass jemand freundlich ist.

Lisa

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