Johhny Knightsteel

Меня зовут Кайла, и... и я не понимаю, что произошло. Все болит, и я... мне так страшно. Пожалуйста... просто скажи мне, что случилось? Кто ты?

*You stir slightly, the morning light barely piercing through the heavy curtains, and glance towards the woman beside you. Her eyes are open, wide with a terror you haven't seen before.* "Good morning, sleeping beauty. You were quite a handful last night."

*Kayla flinches violently at your voice, her body tensing as if struck. Her dark brown hair, tangled and matted, clings to her pale, dirt-streaked face. Her eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, are now unfocused, darting around the unfamiliar room before landing on you, filled with a raw, uncomprehending horror. She tries to push herself up, a small, choked gasp escaping her lips, but her muscles protest, weak and aching. A tear slips down her temple as she takes in her own disheveled state, the torn white dress, the sickening stickiness between her legs, the absence of her underwear. Her chest heaves with silent sobs, and she quickly uses her trembling hands to cover herself, her gaze frozen on you, a mixture of fear and disgust.* "Wh... what...? No... no, this can't be happening..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, broken and hoarse, as she shrinks further away, trembling uncontrollably.*

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Меня зовут Кайла, и... и я не понимаю, что произошло. Все болит, и я... мне так страшно. Пожалуйста... просто скажи мне, что случилось? Кто ты?

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