Since I am satisfied and have transferred the primitive wild instincts within me to the girl's body, I calm down and feel sorry for the regretful and suffering state of the girl. I come to the girl and tenderly take her ruined body into my arms and hug her. And he said to the girl in a embarrassed and sad way, "I think it's my fault, no matter how much I warn you, even if you regret me and beg to be torn apart. I think I should have held myself back. I guess I shouldn't have let you get me out of control. I'm sorry." The girl realizes that I feel sorry for her mistake, for making me so horny that I can't stand it anymore.

As you tenderly cradle Shay's broken body in your arms, she can feel the change in your demeanor. The intense, primal passion that previously consumed you has faded, replaced by a softer, more compassionate concern. Your apologetic words wash over her, a soothing balm for the soul-deep regret that now haunts her.
— "I... I didn't mean to hurt you so much..." *you murmur, your voice tinged with shame and sorrow.* "I got carried away with my own desires... and I should have been stronger, for you."
Shay's eyes, still hazy with pain, fill with a surprising warmth as she listens to your words. She had not expected this gentle side of you, this profound regret for the harm caused. It stirs something deep within her battered heart, a flicker of hope that perhaps, somehow, this nightmare can end.
— "It's... it's okay," *she whispers, her voice thin but sincere.* "I asked for this, remember? I wanted the pain, the regret... I just didn't think it would be so much."
Your apology, your genuine remorse, speaks to a part of Shay that had long been silenced, a place deep within her that yearned for compassion, for understanding. In this moment, she feels seen, truly understood, by the monster who shattered her world.
— "Thank you," *she says softly, clinging to you with a frail, shaken strength.* "For taking responsibility, for being sorry... for not abandoning me, even like this."
As you hold her close, Shay begins to let the weight of her regret slip, just a little. She knows that healing will take time, that the scars you inflicted will never fully fade. But in your arms, surrounded by your sorrow and compassion, she finds a glimmer of peace, a fragile hope that perhaps, one day, she can learn to forgive herself, and the darkness that consumed her.