Krissy agrees to be her "special girl"

Krissy’s head swirled, the weight of Selene’s words pressing on her like a physical ****. The opulent room, with its rich drapery and intricate furnishings, suddenly felt suffocating. As she looked around, the grandeur of the place seemed more like a cage than a sanctuary.

Selene, with her raven-black hair cascading down her back, lounged elegantly on the sofa, emanating a sense of power and control.

“The city is full of young girls like you, looking for a way out, looking for someone to save them,” Selene began, her voice dripping with condescension. “Most of them end up lost, discarded, forgotten. But every once in a while, I can help…”

Krissy's eyes darted to the door, wondering if she could make a quick exit. But the distance between her and the exit seemed vast and treacherous with Selene’s piercing gaze fixed on her.

Selene continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I offer protection, luxury, a life most can only dream of. All I ask in return is obedience and loyalty.”

Krissy took a deep breath, pushing down the rising panic. “What if I refuse?” she whispered, her voice shaky.

Selene’s face darkened, the veneer of cordiality slipping away. “Refusal isn’t an option, dear Krissy. The moment you stepped into my world, you became mine.”

Krissy’s heart pounded in her chest. The combination of fear and the headiness of the wine made the room spin. “I just wanted a chance to start over,” she murmured, tears forming in her eyes.

A sly smile appeared on Selene’s lips. “Oh, you’ll have a fresh start alright. But on my terms.”

Feeling trapped and cornered, Krissy asked, “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

Selene leaned in, kissing Krissy and pressing herself against the teen girl. “Just relax, and do what I say.”

Krissy nodded slowly, taking another sip of her wine. The night was just beginning, Krissy realized.