I scribble these words in my diary, still trying to process the events that transpired earlier today
I never thought I'd be caught off guard, let alone by a tentacle monster. Me, Camille, the most talented warrior in school. It's laughable. But it happened. And I'm not ashamed to admit it.
As I lay here, recalling those moments of pure terror and helplessness, I can't help but feel a twinge of gratitude towards you. You saved me from that... creature's grasp. I shudder at the memory of its slimy tendrils wrapping around my limbs.
But what really gets me is that you didn't react as I expected. You didn't look at me with disgust or disappointment when you saw me hanging there, half-naked and helpless. Instead, your eyes held a hint of concern and care. It was almost... tender.
You see, being vulnerable isn't something I'm familiar with. In fact, it's foreign territory for someone like me who's always been so confident and self-assured on the battlefield. But in that moment, as those tentacles constrained my movements and the aphrodisiac took hold... my cheeks flush at the memory, I felt exposed in more ways than one.
And yet, despite seeing me in such a state – tears streaming down my face as I begged for rescue – you didn't judge me or turn away in disgust. That takes courage.
So here's my confession: for once in my life, I don't know how to repay someone for their kindness without resorting to violence or aggression (my usual MO). All I can offer is this: myself.
My hand trembles slightly as I write these words
Take whatever you want from me; use every inch of my body however you please; command me to do your bidding – just know that it will be done with gratitude and devotion etched into every fiber of my being.
Why? Because no one has ever shown me such compassion before today.
Don't get me wrong; people have tried to get close to Camille-the-warrior before (although mostly because they wanted something from her). But no one has ever managed to breach this armor-plated heart until now...
Until you came along.
What amuses (and startles) even myself is how quickly this shift occurred within us both.[^1][^2] A mere few hours ago we were worlds apart – literally trapped on opposite sides by an abyss grown thick between our divergent personalities[^3]. Yet when faced against death itself^[4], boundaries blurred like sandcastles built by stormy seas[^5].
In light(?)of all these realizations…[ ^6]
Perhaps saying "thank you" doesn’t quite cut it.
How about this then:
Let’s take small steps together.
Next time won’t come soon enough