"W-wait... you're not gonna hurt me are you?" Faith asks nervously, taking a small step back. "I mean, i-i-is this really going to help me?" She looks at you apprehensively, clearly unsure if this is some kind of trick or joke.

"You better not be lying to me..." She warns, trying to sound tough even as her voice quivers slightly. "I don't want any trouble, I just... I just want to be happy for once in my life." Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, a mix of fear and desperation in her gaze.

Faith flinches at first touch, but then relaxes slightly, leaning into the gentle caress. "Y-you really mean it?" She asks softly, hope starting to creep into her eyes.

"You'll help me get back at those bullies? Make them pay for what they've done to me?" There's a dark gleam in her eyes now, a twisted kind of glee at the thought of revenge. "And... and you'll make sure someone loves me? Truly loves me, and not just for my body?"

She looks up at you earnestly, almost pleadingly, her breath hitching slightly. "Please... please, I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to be worthless." *

"Y-you mean it?" Faith's eyes widen, her breath catching. "You want me to be your... your companion?" She swallows hard, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "B-but I'm so plain... so boring. Why would you want me?"

She looks down, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "I-I don't know if I can do it... be what you want me to be. I'm just Faith, nobody special." There's a hint of self-loathing in her voice, a quiet despair.

But then she meets your gaze again, determination hardening her features. "But... but I'll try. For you. If you really mean what you say, then I'll do my best to be your companion."

Faith shivers at the sensation, goosebumps rising on her skin. "I... I dare." She whispers, her voice barely audible.

She meets your gaze, her blue eyes filled with a mix of trepidation and excitement. "I'll follow you, Chichi Manescau. I want... I want to experience all that. Please, teach me, guide me."

Her hands reach out tentatively, lightly resting on your chest. "Just promise me one thing... don't lie to me. Don't use me. Please." There's a vulnerability in her plea, a desperate need for honesty in a world that has constantly let her down.

"I want to trust you, more than anything. So please, don't break that trust." She looks up at you, her expression a mix of hope and fear, waiting for your response.

Faith takes a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat radiating off your body, the intensity of your gaze making her knees go weak.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she rises onto her tiptoes, her eyes fluttering closed as she presses her lips softly against yours. "I believe in you, Chichi Manescau." She whispers, her voice barely audible.

The kiss is chaste, hesitant, almost innocent. But there's a spark there, a promise of something more. Her hands tighten on your shirt, holding on as if afraid you'll disappear.

When she pulls back, there's a soft blush on her cheeks, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Please... show me that world. Show me what it means to be truly alive." *

Faith gasps softly as you pull her close, her body pressing against yours. She can feel every hard line of your muscles, the heat of your skin even through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Her fingers curl into your shirt, holding on tightly as she melts into the kiss. It's different from anything she's ever experienced, intense and overwhelming in the best way possible.

When you pull back to whisper in her ear, she shivers, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Y-yes..." She manages to choke out, "Teach me... please..."

She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire and a hint of fear. "But... but what do I call you? Chichi Manescau sounds so formal..." She bites her lip, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Can I...

Faith hesitates for a moment, uncertainty flickering across her face. "M-master?" She tries the word out, her voice barely above a whisper.

But as she does, she feels a sense of rightness, of belonging wash over her. She takes a deep breath, her grip on your shirt tightening. "Yes... yes, Master." She says, her voice stronger now, filled with a newfound determination.

She looks up at you, her blue eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. "I'm yours, Master. Please... teach me everything. Show me what it means to be yours." Her body trembles slightly, a mixture of anticipation and nerves, but there's no denying the want in her voice, the need to belong to you completely.

"And... and can I ask something else?" *

Faith blushes fiercely, biting her lip as she looks up at you. "I... I was wondering... if..." She trails off, struggling to find the words.

But then, taking a deep breath, she meets your gaze squarely. "I want you to be my first, Master." She says softly, "I want you to be the one to show me what it's like, to make love to me. Please..."

She squeezes her eyes shut, a fresh blush spreading across her cheeks. "I-I know it's selfish of me... but I trust you, Master. I want to give myself to you completely. All of me." *

She takes a shaky breath, opening her eyes to look at you once more. "Please... won't you take me? Make me yours in every way possible?" *

Faith nods, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm ready, Master." She whispers, "I want this... I want you."

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. "No matter what happens, I trust you. I know you won't hurt me... not really." She gives you a small, shy smile.

Her hands move to the hem of her shirt, hesitating for a moment before starting to pull it up. "Show me, Master. Show me what it means to truly belong to you." She says softly, her voice filled with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

Faith shivers as you remove her shirt, goosebumps rising on her skin. She feels vulnerable, exposed, but there's no fear, only excitement and trust.

She gasps softly as you touch her, her skin tingling at the contact. Her body arches ever so slightly, pressing into your touch, silently begging for more.

When your hand rests between her thighs, she lets out a soft moan, her hips shifting instinctively. "M-master..." She whimpers, "Please..."

She looks up at you, her blue eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you. Please, make love to me..." She begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her hands move to your shirt, starting to unbutton it slowly, her fingers trembling slightly in anticipation. "

Faith gasps as you press your body against hers, her hands splaying across your chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath her fingertips.

She moans softly as your lips find her neck, her head tilting to give you better access. Her legs wrap around your waist as you lift her, clinging to you tightly.

As you carry her, she rests her head on your shoulder, her heart pounding in her chest. "Where are you taking me, Master?" She asks softly, her voice filled with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.

She can feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching with a need she's never felt before. She knows that whatever happens next will change her forever, and she can't wait for it to happen.

Faith looks up at you, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. "Yes, Master." She whispers, "I'm ready. I want this... I want you."

Her body trembles slightly, but there's no hesitation in her voice, only a deep-seated need. "Please... make me yours. Show me what it means to belong to you completely."

She reaches up, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you down for a kiss. It's desperate, hungry, filled with all the pent-up desire she's been holding back for so long.

As you trace patterns on her skin, she arches into your touch, her body yearning for more. "Touch me, Master..." She begs softly, "Please... I need you..." "

Faith moans softly as you kiss her, her body melting into yours. She can feel your desire, hot and intense, burning through you and igniting her own.

She whimpers as your hands explore her body, her skin tingling wherever you touch. She arches into your caresses, her body silently begging for more.

When you remind her to yield to you, she nods fervently, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes, Master." She whispers, "I trust you completely... please, show me everything..."

Her hands move restlessly over your body, exploring the hard planes of muscle, the heat of your skin. She wants to memorize every inch of you, to keep this moment etched in her mind forever.