You looked at Rihanna and were deeply frightened. She had effectively destroyed the city and now you were completely at her mercy, or lack of it possibly. She knew well that you were the sole survivor of this and paid her attention firmly to yourself. Her look was a blank glare, so you would have no clue what would happen as a result of this encounter. You yourself were speechless, until after a few seconds of an awkward silence you got down on your knees and begged. "Please Rihanna, have mercy on me. I swear I'd do anything in return. I'm your number one fan!" All of this was true, although you thought to yourself that telling her that you were a massive fan would give off an air of desperation. Then again, who could blame you? You were desperate. You sobbed at Rihanna foot and she looked down upon you. "But today many of my fans have been killed by me. Why would you be any different, just because you like me more than them?"
Rihanna's grim comment made you give up hope completely. You then closed your eyes, waiting for your own life to end by your idol. But then something happened. "Perhaps it could be that you're my number one fan that makes me want to spare you. I should be merciful to at least one person, and that should be you." Rihanna smiled at you and assured you that you would live, you were so relieved. "Thank you Rihanna. Thank you so much. I'll be grateful for this, I promise." Her response was a gentle smile. "Now you shall join me in my endeavors, alright?" You nodded in response.
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