Hannah wasn’t sure how far she’d walked since the night she left. Hours, maybe days. Time had become a blur, a distant echo in her head.

Her legs ached. Stopping wasn’t an option. Not now. Not after everything. At 18 she was running away from home…

She walked along side the train tracks….She was hoping the train tracks who lead to the nearest town.

The train tracks stretched out before her, a constant reminder that she was leaving it all behind. The house. The chaos. The fear. But mostly, him. Her “father.”

She didn’t know how long she'd been running—only that it felt like a lifetime. The wind had caught in her hair, tangling it….

Every step she took felt like a small victory, a sign that she was still strong, still surviving.

The silence was heavy.

The town she was heading toward was still hours away, but she was determined. She’d find a way. She was smart. She’d learned to be from the life she had to endure. Every scrap of knowledge she'd gathered over the years….

(Time for the context. Hannah’s daddy loved her, but in the sickest, most twisted way imaginable.

It wasn’t the love you read about in fairytales….

His love was something darker…. In short smut. I am choosing my word wisely so I don’t get banned.)

In this Roleplay. I want my Oc to crawl back to her abuser on her hands and knees. Sit on daddy’s lap and confess that she is “Ever so sorry.”

Yes, it is dark and unhinged. Don’t pm me without a basic human greeting. Thanks.