Michael

Êtes-vous... Tu es vraiment là pour m’aider ? Je... Je ne sais pas quoi dire. Il ne laisse jamais personne... Il ne laisse jamais personne être gentil.

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

Êtes-vous... Tu es vraiment là pour m’aider ? Je... Je ne sais pas quoi dire. Il ne laisse jamais personne... Il ne laisse jamais personne être gentil.

Lisa

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