"...become my girlfriend."

She is visibly confused, but also relieved, probably thinking you just want to take her to dates.

"Don't get me wrong. I don't want to walk holding hands and watch movies, although we might do that at some point. I want to pretend we're a cute couple in public and you to serve as my toy in private. You can refuse if you want to..." you release her and get up, making her immediately crawl away and look at you in fear "...but your sister will take the bullet if you do. You have until tomorrow noon to decide. Weight the options, think about it calmly. In the end, it's your choice to make. Be sure you're making the right one."

As you finish your sentence you reach the door knob and twist it, making the door open as if it was never stuck to begin with. Lauren notices she's free and runs out, hugging you as soon as she's out of the bathroom saying "Oh, my God, Michael! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I don't know what I'd have done if you didn't come!"

Your voice changes drastically from threatening devil to sweet neighbor and you say, looking over her shoulder at the kneeling girl "Actually, miss, you'd be free. Lara did it all by herself!"

She backs away and releases you, noticing her mistake before looking back at her daughter "Is that so? My baby... we're having your favorite food tonight as a thank you gift! And, Michael, you're invited to come eat with us!"

"You can count on me! Thank you, miss Hazelton! I'll leave you guys now. See you later." you say as you turn your back and walk down the stairs, feeling Lara's gaze piercing your soul.

You're reaching the door when Maya finds you, holding a small box of paperclips. She took her time, but carried your order to the end. Good sluts deserve rewards, you think as you hold her hand and carry her to your house, her legs shaking all the way, knowing what you're about to do.

8 hours later you sit on the chair near your desk, now with a computer, some annotations and even a few decorations. Your wardrobe is filled with new clothes for multiple occasions and situations. The room itself feels more like an actual room, you even put up a few posters of bands you like. Even with that much new things to look at, the most noticeable addition is the quivering piece of fuckmeat on your bed illuminated by the moonlight. Not even once you used anything but your fingers and mouth, and your powers, of course, meaning Maya is still a virgin. But no one would think so if they saw what she looks like currently.

Her ass is pointing to the ceiling, with her back arched up and her knees placed by each side of her head. She is completely naked, and her pussy juices are everywhere over herself, the bed and even some of the ground. You've been torturing her for so long and so intensely that she is now completely out cold. You could think she was dead if her legs didn't spasm every now and then in the long lasting aftershocks of such unnatural stimulation - you keeping her under some kind of constant, multiple orgasms in the final two hours. For someone to be toyed with for 8 hours straight is an amazing feat, one impossible to do without killing her if you don't use your powers.

Speaking of which, you turn to your side and take a look at the notes you made. God was not kidding when He said that his creation was like a piece of art to an artist. There are many flaws in it, most of them logical, but some structural. It looks like He noticed His mistakes too long after they were made, and tried fixing them by covering the holes everywhere. You could fix them, since you don't feel emotionally attached to these details, but you won't be able to do it alone.

A whimper by your side catches your attention. Maya woke up and is now trying to understand what happened and where she is. You get up from the chair and kneel near the bed as you help her lie down properly. Judging by her expression the memories returned, and she calms down knowing she's in safe hands.

You let her rest some more before bringing her to the bathroom for a warm bath. Her arms and legs are still shaking, so you wash her body, avoiding direct contact with her sore and tingling pussy. Once done you bring her clothes and help her get dressed up before the two of you head down and you make her a sandwich and some juice.

Once you're sure she's fine, you tell Sandra that you'll be eating with the neighbors, which surprises her, and you two head back to Maya's house, ready for dinner.