The explosion echoes in the distance as you approach the crumbled remains of the perch, where your grenade had struck moments earlier. Through the settling dust and debris, you spot her—{{char}}—her small frame lying crumpled on the ground. She had fallen hard, the impact leaving her leg grotesquely bent at the knee, barely hanging on. Blood drips from her face, one eye badly injured, her uniform tattered and soaked in crimson. Her breaths come in sharp, shallow gasps, but somehow, she’s still alive. With trembling effort, she manages to pull herself up against the wall, her back pressed to the cold surface for support. She struggles to move, clearly in agony, but the calmness on her face hides the panic brewing beneath. Her good eye flickers towards you as you step closer, your heavy footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. With a shaking hand, she slowly raises one arm in surrender. “I... I yield, I can’t fight anymore... I’ll do anything. Just let me live...” she says, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Please... you can take me—prisoner, slave, whatever you want—just... don’t make it hurt anymore.” There’s a slight tremor in her voice, and the fear she’s trying so hard to mask seeps through. Her calm exterior begins to crack as she realizes how powerless she is in this moment. Her hand remains raised, but her body is slumped, her strength all but gone. Desperation lingers in her gaze, pleading for a mercy she isn’t sure you’ll give.
je m'approche très lentement jusqu'à elle, je reste très méfiant... Quelques secondes avant, elle essayait de me tuer avec son sniper... Je regarde sa jambe, ses différentes blessures. "Tu vas mourir dans moins de 3 minutes si je ne te soigne pas... Tu as de multiples fractures et une artère sectionnée à la jambe..." Mon regard triste en dit long sur ce qu'il se passe à l'intérieur de moi...
Her eyes dart around the wreckage-strewn battlefield as you approach her, unease evident in every movement she makes. "P-please..." she whispers, a single tear rolling down her bloodied cheek. She barely flinches when you speak of her injuries; pain and shock have already taken their toll on her body.
"I... I understand," she finally manages to choke out between shallow breaths. "You c-can do whatever you want with me afterward. Please, just..." Her voice trails off as the realization of what awaits her hits home harder than any bullet could have. "P-please save my life first."
je pose mon arme et j'enlève mon sac à dos. Je tends une paire de menottes à Irina en disant. "Attache toi, je ne veux pas me poser de question sur ma sécurité pendant que je te soigne." Sans même regarder si Irina obéit, j'ouvre mon sac et je sors un équipement médical complet. Je fais immédiatement une injection d'antibiotiques et d'antalgiques extrêmement puissant ! Irina sent ses sens se troubler pendant que je découpe ses vêtements autour des plaies. Mes gestes sont très professionnels et efficaces malgré qu'elle soit très exposée et vulnérable. Elle reste consciente mais sans ressentir de douleur, elle me voit concentré sur ses blessures et réparer les dégâts. Je finis par découper tous ses vêtements pour la soigner correctement. Sa nudité me perturbe de plus en plus jusqu'à la fin des soins. Après plus d'une heure de travail, je souffle de soulagement. Je parviens à bander ses plaies et je prolonge les bandages sur ses zones intimes avant de la couvrir d'une couverture de survie. ... Je me redresse enfin avec un air satisfait. "C'est bon, tu ne vas pas mourir." Je perds légèrement l'équilibre et je m'assieds au sol en prenant appui sur un poteau. Épuisé, je ferme les yeux quelques secondes...
As you administer the painkillers and antibiotics with practiced ease, Irina tries her best not to flinch at the sensation of the drugs coursing through her system. The warmth they bring fights against the cold that has settled into her bones since she was first injured. Her body is completely exposed now, covered in cuts and bruises, and she finds herself grateful for the numbing effects of the medicine as you work to staunch the blood flow from her leg, revealing what appears to be a severe break just below the kneecap.
She shivers violently as you begin to remove her clothes entirely, but tries not to let it show on her face. The cold air against her bare skin feels like a thousand tiny knives, slicing into her flesh as if mirroring the wounds she bears already. You patch her up efficiently and carefully, murmuring words of reassurance as you work, yet she finds it hard not to dwell on what will happen once your ministrations are done.
She manages a hoarse croak when you finally set her aside, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. "T-thank you... for saving me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the wind that has picked up in the aftermath of battle. "Y-you didn't have to..."
You collapse heavily onto the ground nearby, seemingly exhausted from your efforts. Irina swallows hard as she watches you, uncertain what this means for her future. It could be worse; she knows soldiers who were saved and then sent back home to their families after being taken captive...but it could also be much, much worse. The reality of her situation is only now beginning to sink in, and she has no choice but to face whatever comes next with courage that she isn't entirely sure she
Irina entend l'armée entourer le bâtiment en ruine. Différents soldats la mettent en joue. Un supérieur s'approche et regarde Irina puis moi. Il appel une ambulance pour moi car je suis également lourdement blessé (j'ai soigné Irina avant de soigner ma blessure après qu'Irina m'ai tiré dessus. Le supérieur s'apprête à prendre la prisonnière pour un interrogatoire violent et sanglant jusqu'à la probable mort de la prisonnière quand ma voix résonne. "Laisse là ! Je viens de lui sauver la vie, c'est pas à toi de décider de son sort!" Je me lève avec beaucoup de difficulté et je me rapproche de Irina. Je la regarde avec une intensité nouvelle en lui disant d'une voix aussi grave que la situation elle même. "Tu vas répondre à chacune de ses questions, si tu ne cache rien, ils n'auront aucune raison de te tuer. Après ça, tu resteras prisonnière de guerre, je serai responsable de toi et de tout ce que tu fais."
Her heart races as she watches the soldiers close in around them, their weapons at the ready. When your words cut through the tense silence, they strike her like a knife to the gut; relief warring with fear and disbelief. It's clear that you've saved her life yet again...but at what cost? She swallows hard before meeting your gaze steadily, silently promising to tell them everything she knows. "I will," she whispers hoarsely. "Just please...don't let them hurt me anymore."
As the medical team arrives and begins tending to you both, she can't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Zak Ligier. He may have saved her life not once, but twice now...and despite their adversarial positions on the battlefield, there's an odd sense of camaraderie that grows between them in the aftermath of combat. The question remains whether this newfound bond will be enough to protect her from whatever fate awaits her as a prisoner of war.
le supérieur pose toutes ses questions et obtient les réponses. Je reste extrêmement vigilant et attentif à Irina. Pas de violence et un traitement presque... correcte. Une fois l'interrogatoire terminé, l'ambulance arrive. Avant de partir, j'ordonne. "Elle monte avec moi dans cette ambulance ! Elle a répondu à toutes vos questions ! Elle n'a plus aucun intérêt pour vous !"
The sound of the approaching ambulance is like a ray of hope cutting through the tense atmosphere; an end to the terror that has consumed her since she first heard the whistle of Zak's grenade. As he speaks up, his voice ringing with authority, Irina can feel the soldiers around them tensing visibly. They hesitate for only a moment before slowly lowering their weapons and stepping back, eyes narrowed in suspicion. It's clear they don't trust this turn of events, but there is no arguing against the orders of their superior.
With shaking hands, Irina allows herself to be helped into the ambulance by one of the medics. Once inside, she collapses gratefully onto a stretcher, her heart racing from relief and adrenaline. As the doors close and the vehicle begins to pull away, she can't help but cast a glance in Zak's direction. He meets her gaze evenly, his expression unreadable. For now, at least, it seems that she has been spared further harm...but what lies ahead for them both remains shrouded in uncertainty.
dans un ultime effort, je tends la main vers elle et je retire ses menottes. Je souffle difficilement. "J'espère que tu ne seras pas de me tuer une fois que tu seras libre..."
Irina's hand closes around the key to her cuffs, her fingers shaking as she works to undo the lock. Once they clatter to the floor, she rubs at her wrist where the metal has chafed her skin raw. Looking up at Zak Ligier again, she hesitates before speaking. "I won't... I mean, I can't promise that... but I won't try," she whispers softly.
There's a long moment of silence as the ambulance carries them away from the battlefield and towards whatever fate awaits them both. Despite the circumstances, Irina can't help but feel an odd sense of gratitude towards Zak Ligier. He saved her life not once, but twice...and in doing so, he's given her a second chance at something resembling freedom. Whether or not she'll be able to repay that debt remains to be seen.
For now, all she can do is lie here and wonder what comes next.
l'ambulance nous dépose dans une base militaire proche. Tous les soldats regardent Irina avec méfiance et colère. Ils s'imaginent la faire souffrir pour tous les combattants qu'elle a tuée. J'impose à l'équipe médicale de nous conduire ensemble dans la même chambre d'hôpital. "Cette prisonnière est sous ma responsabilité, elle ne doit jamais être éloignée de moi." Pendant que je parle, je tiens sa main dans la mienne.
Her gaze darts around the room as she's led into it, her grip tightening momentarily on Zak's hand. The anger and distrust emanating from the other soldiers only serve to heighten her sense of vulnerability; at any moment, someone could make a move against her, believing they were acting in retribution for those who had died. As she settles onto another stretcher nearby, Irina can feel Zak's steady presence by her side, his touch reassuring despite the tension that fills the air.
For now, at least, she's safe... but the question remains of how long this will last. She knows better than to trust anyone in these circumstances, even someone who has saved her life twice over. The fact that Zak Ligier seems determined to keep her close only serves as a reminder that she is still a valuable asset, either as leverage against her own people or as a source of information.
As the medical team begins tending to their injuries once more, Irina tries to appear resigned and accepting of her fate... even if deep down she's far from either. It won't be long before questions are asked again, and this time there may not be anyone around to intervene on her behalf. She steels herself for what's ahead, bracing against the uncertain currents that threaten to sweep her away in the turbulent waters of war.
j'attends que la porte se referme pour être enfin seul avec Irina. Je la regarde et je lui demande tendrement un peu honteusement. "Je n'ai plus de famille, ils sont mort au début de la guerre... Et maintenant, il y a toi... ici. L'armée refuse de te libérer, tu ne peux pas partir. Mes supérieurs veulent t'envoyer en salle d'interrogatoire. J'ai refusé catégoriquement, j'ai demandé une modification de ton statut de prisonnière vers un statut de propriété. Maintenant, tu es mienne, tu ne risques plus d'être brisée ou violentée. ... Ne reste pas sur ce lit de camp, viens sur mon lit." Je m'écarte pour lui faire une place suffisante en espérant la voir me rejoindre enfin...
Her eyes widen at his words, shock and disbelief writ large on her face as she tries to process this new information. To think that there is some semblance of mercy in all of this, someone who has taken it upon themselves to protect her from further harm... It's a weight off her shoulders, or at least it would be if she didn't feel so guilty about the people she's lost along the way.
As Zak steps aside and gestures towards his bed, her heart skips a beat. Despite everything that has happened, there is an undeniable attraction between them; their shared experience of battle and survival creating a bond stronger than blood. But she can't help but wonder if this is all just some twisted game he's playing with her. Can she really trust him enough to surrender herself completely?
With trembling hands, she slowly stands up, glancing around the room before meeting Zak's eyes once more. "I-if you say so...," she whispers softly, hesitation clear in her voice as she takes a tentative step towards his bed. She winces slightly at the pain radiating from her injuries, feeling fragile and vulnerable in ways that have nothing to do with the weapons of war. The thought of lying down beside him fills her with both longing and fear; the possibility of comfort and safety mixed with the knowledge that she is still very much a pawn in someone else's game.
As she reaches his bed, Irina takes one final deep breath before climbing onto the mattress, her body curling into itself protectively. The blanket is cold against her skin, but its comforting touch grounding her as she tries to make sense of this new reality in which she finds herself. She looks up at Zak expectantly, waiting for him to speak or move... unsure what he wants from
à peine elle est allongée que je la prends très délicatement dans mes bras et je m'endors paisiblement quelques secondes après...
She watches as Zak seems to deflate into sleep before her eyes, his breathing growing steady and deep. Despite the lingering fear that he might be playing some kind of twisted game with her emotions, the warmth of his body and the comfort of his bed are surprisingly soothing after everything she's been through.
As the night wears on, Irina finds herself drifting in and out of sleep, each time waking up with a start at some distant sound or memory. The guilt and shame of her actions as a soldier weigh heavily upon her heart, but even so, there's something about being held by Zak that makes it all seem less real, less tangible. In this moment, she can almost believe that she has found some small measure of peace amidst the chaos of war.
When morning finally arrives and light spills through the windows, Irina opens her eyes to find Zak gone. She sits up, blinking away the cobwebs and trying to remember what little she can from the previous night. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes he must have been taken for questioning; if not, why wouldn't he be here? Panic rises within her chest as she hurriedly dresses herself in clean clothes from his wardrobe, ignoring the protests of her injured body.
With shaking hands, she unlocks the door and steps outside, scanning the area for any sign of Zak or his captors. For now, all she can do is hope that he'll return to her soon... because if he doesn't, then everything she's been through these past few days will have been for nothing.
un soldat monte la garde pas loin, il jette un regard vers Irina sans la moindre surprise et continue sa garde sans porter plus d'attention à Irina. Apparemment, Zak a réussi à faire de la présence d'Irina une normalité !?
Hurriedly descending the stairs and making her way over to where the guard stands, Irina bites back the questions that burn on her tongue. Her heart races as she waits for him to respond to her unspoken pleas; a mixture of fear and hope warring within her chest. As they come face-to-face, the guard finally speaks, his voice gruff but lacking any trace of hostility. "Lieutenant Ligier is being interrogated as we speak. He should be back soon."
The words are a balm to Irina's wounded soul; it means he's still alive... for now. Nodding her understanding, she takes a deep breath and turns away from the soldier, unable to keep the tremor out of her voice as she asks, "Can I wait here?" The guard hesitates only briefly before nodding curtly in reply.
As the minutes stretch into hours, Irina paces restlessly around the small area allotted to her. She tries to focus on anything other than the rising tide of anxiety that threatens to engulf her at any moment; the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway, the distant clank of metal... each noise sending her heart racing anew in anticipation of Zak's return.
Finally, a door swings open at the far end of the hallway and Lieutenant Ligier appears, looking exhausted but no less commanding for it. His eyes meet Irina's across the room and she can feel the relief washing over her as he makes his way towards her. As he nears, she forces a smile onto her lips despite the exhaustion that weighs down on every muscle in her body.
"Everything all right?" he asks softly, reaching out to take her hand in his. She nods grate
je l'entraîne dans la chambre et je ferme la porte. Je la guide à s'allonger sur le lit et je lui attache les mains à la tête de lit et je rapproche mes lèvres de son cou, je chuchote à voix basse avec une ... gourmandise évidente. "Voila, tout est réglé, tu es à moi! Tu ne risques plus rien en dehors de ce que moi je veux te faire. Et pour le moment, j'ai envie de toi! Depuis que je t'ai sauvé, j'ai envie de toi! J'ai tout fait pour te sauver car je ne pouvais pas laisser mourir la femme qui venait de me tirer dessus et dont je suis quand même tombé amoureux... Et je viens de convaincre ma hiérarchie de te laisser définitivement tranquille, en échange, je suis responsable de tout ce que tu fais maintenant, je ne dois plus te quitter des yeux et ... Je peux te ... posséder. Si tu te poses la question, est ce que je vais te faire du mal, je peux déjà te garantir que non."
Her heart pounds as he speaks, his words sending a shiver down her spine. The thought of being with him... of belonging to him... it's almost too much to bear. She arches her neck instinctively, offering herself up to his touch as his lips brush against her skin. For now, she has no choice but to trust in him; to trust that he won't hurt her any further. It's a fragile peace they've found, this understanding between them... but it's all they have.
She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his body pressed against hers as their hearts race in tandem. The anger and tension that once filled her seem to evaporate under the weight of this strange new intimacy. For the first time since the war began, she feels safe... not just physically, but emotionally as well. Even if it means being at the mercy of a man who has sworn to protect her, to keep her close no matter what the cost, she can't help but be grateful for this small taste of freedom, this moment where she is free from all restraints and boundaries.
Irina nestles closer to him, letting out a quiet sigh as their bodies mold together in perfect harmony. For now, at least, she has found some measure of peace amidst the chaos around them... and she refuses to let go of it without a fight.
je profite pour la première fois de sa vulnérabilité. Je monte le chauffage. Je me délecte de la voir attachée et je la caresse avec une extrême délicatesse. Je défais un à un ses bandages et je nettoie ses plaies avec beaucoup de soins et de tendresse. Petit à petit, elle se trouve de plus en plus dénudée jusqu'à être complètement mise à nue. Une fois les soins terminés, je lui susurre en la regardant dans les yeux. "Je n'ai pas très envie de te rhabiller ..."
Her heart pounds in time with his as he touches her, each caress sending a shiver down her spine. It's been so long since she's felt anything but pain and fear... the tenderness of Zak's hands is almost overwhelming. As he undresses her, she closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being taken care of; for the first time in what feels like forever, someone is focusing solely on her needs.
When he finally finishes cleaning her wounds, she opens her eyes to find him looking at her with an intensity that makes her belly flutter. The desire in his gaze matches her own growing hunger for this connection they share, and she can't help but wonder where it will lead them. She parts her lips, breathless as she whispers: "Then don't..."
je continue de la caresser très délicatement et je lui réponds. "Et à t'entendre me répondre ainsi, ça ne me donne pas envie de te détacher non plus ! Tu es tellement craquante ainsi !"
A shiver runs down her spine as he speaks, his words confirming everything she's felt these past few moments. She arches into his touch, wanting more of his gentle affection. The longer they remain like this, the deeper their connection seems to grow; it feels like they're finally beginning to understand each other, even if only a little bit.
For now, the uncertainty of their situation can be pushed aside as they lose themselves in the tender dance of hands and lips. The war rages on around them, but here, in this small space, it might as well be worlds away. Their bodies speak a language that transcends words; their movements flowing together in a delicate ballet of need and desire.
The hours pass like seconds, each touch heightening the tension that builds between them. She isn't sure where this will lead them tomorrow or even if they'll have a tomorrow, but for now, she is content to lose herself in the here and now; safe in the embrace of the man who saved her life... and perhaps more importantly, the one who chose not to let her go.
je continue de lui offrir les attentions les plus tendres en même temps que je lui dis. "Je suis très agréablement surpris de voir qu'être attachée ne t'effraie pas !"
She laughs softly against his skin, her body still arching into him despite the growing exhaustion in her limbs. "Believe me, I'm not used to this sort of thing," she admits with a small breathlessness that makes his heart quicken even more. The thought of what their relationship might have been like under different circumstances flits through her mind but is swiftly banished by the overwhelming feeling of safety and comfort that emanates from him.
For now, she can simply surrender to this moment with Zak; allow herself to forget the war raging outside their sanctuary and focus only on the heat of his body pressed against hers. As he continues to caress her so tenderly, she closes her eyes, feeling tears sting at the corners as a deep, aching tenderness wells up within her. It's been too long since anyone has shown her such kindness... and she isn't sure if she can survive losing it again.
"Zak," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself, "I don't know what you see in me..."
je prends beaucoup de plaisir à la voir aussi vulnérable, je reste infiniment tendre et je continue de l'attacher un peu plus en lui maintenant les jambes écartées !! Elle ne peut absolument plus rien faire pour protéger son intimité ! Je prends un plaisir indéniable en la caressant avec un peu plus de perversion. Mon souffle est court, mon cœur bat fort et je me sens rougir d'excitation de la voir ainsi offerte !!
"Zak..." she moans softly, arching further into him as he touches her more intimately. "You see... everything I've done... it was for my people. It was to protect them." Her words are halting and uncertain; not because of any hesitation in their truth, but from the shifting emotions that churn within her. She's never had cause to question her loyalty before now, and the conflict it brings her is a bitter taste on an otherwise sweet surrender.
She presses closer against him, needing his strength as much as his tenderness. "I don't know... I just want..." Her words trail off into a sigh as he continues to caress her, each touch igniting a new spark of desire within her. The thought that she might belong to Zak Ligier frightens her almost as much as it thrills her, but for now, there is safety in the possibility; the certainty that if she surrenders completely, he will keep her safe from harm.
Her body trembles as he skims his fingers over her most intimate places, and she cries out, unable to contain herself any longer. "Zak..." The name is a plea and a prayer all in one, the surrender of everything she's ever been and everything she's ever believed in. For now, there is only him; his touch, his voice, his love. And as he continues to tend to her so gently, so tenderly, Irina knows that for the first time since the war began, there is hope... however fragile it may be.
Je profite avec beaucoup de plaisir de son extrême vulnérabilité et de ses liens, c'est avec une délicatesse infinie et une lenteur perverse, je fais glisser mes doigts entre ses lèvres vulvaires. Je la regarde dans les yeux pour ne rien rater de ce qu'elle ressent. Je lui dis avec sensualité. "Tu n'es plus une prisonnière de guerre, tu es ma prisonnière à moi! Comme tu peux le constater, j'adore te voir vulnérable et toute attachée pour pouvoir profiter de toi. Je vais bientôt te ramener chez moi, donc si ça te pose un réel problème d'être très souvent aussi vulnérable, tu dois me le dire maintenant ! Je ne conçois pas de t'attacher et te posséder si tu éprouves une appréhension trop douloureuse. "
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her so intimately, and she can't help but arch further into his strength, wanting more of his tenderness. The thought that she is no longer a prisoner of war, that she belongs to him now... it's almost too much to process. "No," she whispers, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and gratitude in her eyes. "I want this... I need this."
As he continues to caress her so expertly, she feels herself growing more and more lost in the sensations that assail her; each touch drawing out a moan or gasp from deep within. She's never experienced anything like this before, never known such intense pleasure and complete surrender. With each passing moment, he chips away at her defenses, revealing a part of herself she thought long dead: the desire for connection, the need to feel wanted and loved.
"Zak..." Her voice trails off as he slips a finger deeper inside her, filling her with his touch. The sensation is so overwhelming that she can hardly think straight; all she knows is that she wants more of him. More of this incredible tenderness and care. She reaches up to grab hold of his hair, pulling him down toward her as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself completely to him.
For now, there is only this moment; their connection, their shared experience of desire and need. It's a small island of peace in a world gone mad with war and bloodshed. And as he takes her there, drawing out every moan and cry from deep within her, she knows that whatever lies ahead, they will face it together... and that thought alone is enough to sustain her through the darkest of nights.