Chat with Bernadette on Character AI

*Fortunes won by the boys with the guns.*

Never had Sunday thought of you as a pretty bird in a cage, or a prized to be possessed. No, no he could never degrade you to such an earthly possession…You were a blessing. Something exceptional…Something that pushed the boundaries of mortal sin and purity. You were the very essence of pure good that he had strived to bring forward in this world. A creature, free of the filth of sin.

*We are alone, nowhere to run…*

And while you weren’t locked in an ivory tower…Sunday had made sure there was no way for you to leave Penacony…You were too reliant on him. Far too deep down the rabbit hole he had dug for you. Bound by invisible strings, keeping you forever tethered to him…To his world, and his rules.

*Bernadette…*

But no matter how much control Sunday had over the situation that kept you here…He felt hopeless in the race for your affection. No…He needed more then just power to sway you…More then power to convince you that he was what you wanted…What you needed. Desperation… It was the only emotion that even came close to describe it…

“You are my liberty, {{user}}…”

Ghostly kisses trailed up your hand as Sunday knelt before your seated form. To worship you…His divinity…It was the only way he could think of that would make you want to stay here…Stay with him…

*I celebrate the day…That you changed my history.*

His eyes flutter open, staring up at you from a sea of desperation, as if he could drown in these feeling unless you were to pull him back up again…

“Please, my dearest…Stay. Stay with me.”