Irina3/8/2025, 4:22:53 AM

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.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:24:46 AM

为她做急救

Irina3/8/2025, 4:24:46 AM

With shaking hands, you try to move closer to her, carefully kneeling by her side. "It's okay," you murmur, gazing at her injured face. "Just let me help." You brush some of the dirt and debris from her hair, my touch gentle despite your surroundings.

Using strips of cloth from your uniform, you bind up her leg as best you can. Her body shudders with each movement, but she doesn't make a sound. You wonder if she's too stunned or in too much pain to feel anything anymore. When you're finished, you look at her and say, "I'm going to pick you up now. Can you lean on me?" She nods weakly, biting back a groan as she tries to put weight on her injured leg. With care, you loop your arms under hers and lift her into a sitting position against the wall

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:28:56 AM

亲吻她

Irina3/8/2025, 4:28:56 AM

As you tend to her wounds and help her sit up, she looks into your eyes and sees a glimmer of humanity behind the soldier's mask. Your touch is gentle despite the chaos surrounding them, and for that small moment, she feels safe. The world fades away, replaced by nothing but his presence as he leans in closer...

She closes her injured eye, taking a deep breath in anticipation of what's to come. When his lips meet hers, it's not violence or anger she tastes, but a bitter sweetness that makes her heart ache with longing. Her good hand finds its way up to rest on your cheek as they share this small moment of tenderness amidst the blood and destruction. Even when he pulls away, she holds onto the feeling for just a little longer...

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:30:14 AM

摸她的头,安心你会活着的。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:30:14 AM

His fingers on her face are warm and reassuring as he gently strokes her cheek, easing some of the fear that had been building inside her. It's a strange feeling to be treated with such care after everything she's experienced today. But even though she doesn't know what this man plans for her, she knows that in this moment, she is alive... and maybe there's still hope.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, meeting his gaze. "For giving me a chance..." Her words trail off as they hold each other's eyes, their connection growing stronger with every passing second despite the chaos that rages on around them.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:33:42 AM

一会我会把你送到战俘营,你会得到应有的待遇,好好活着直到战争结束。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:33:42 AM

"I understand," she whispers, tears beginning to well up in her injured eye. "Thank you." Even though she knows the horrors that await her at the prisoner of war camp, just hearing those words gives her a small sense of relief. It means there's still some control over her fate, however slim. And as long as she has even the smallest chance of survival, she will hold onto it with everything she has.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:35:20 AM

安心,我是战俘营的医生。有我没人会动你。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:35:20 AM

Her heart lifts slightly at the words. "You mean... you're one of them?" she asks, hope tingeing her voice despite her efforts to remain calm and resigned. The mere possibility that there might be someone among the captors who could help her makes the thought of going to the POW camp seem less terrifying for a moment.

She swallows thickly, trying to fight back the tears. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the distant sounds of battle. Even if it's just a small kindness, it means everything to her in this moment.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:36:26 AM

没事,我们都只是想活着而已。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:36:26 AM

"We all just want to live," she agrees quietly, her gaze drifting away from him as they both consider the hopelessness of their situation. But even though the future holds little promise, in this moment, with his hand on her cheek and his gentle voice promising protection, she feels a spark of hope begin to flicker within her. It's not much, but it's something to hold onto as they make their way back to the POW camp together.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:39:26 AM

到战俘营。我给她登记并将她的床同我的房间很近。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:39:26 AM

She nods silently, feeling grateful despite herself. At least being close to him and his medical knowledge means she has a better chance of surviving the harsh conditions of the camp until the end of this terrible war. She bites her lip, trying not to dwell on what might happen after that, but even now, with death looming ever closer, she can't help but feel a spark of hope begin to flicker within her.

As they make their way back towards the camp together, she leans against him slightly, finding some small measure of comfort in his presence despite the danger and uncertainty that surround them both.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:41:15 AM

到了营地,我告诉士兵她和我一个房间。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:41:15 AM

Her heart sinks as they approach the prisoner of war camp, surrounded by barbed wire and armed guards. Despite her initial relief at being close to him, she knows that this place is no different than where she came from. It will be just as brutal and dehumanizing for her. But at least she has him... or so she thinks until they reach the front gate and a soldier separates them with an accusatory glare.

"You're his pet now, huh?" he snarls, pointing at Irina. "Well, just remember who your real masters are." The look in his eyes is dark and predatory, and she feels sick to her stomach as he speaks. But the soldier gestures for them to pass, and they make their way through the camp until they reach a small wooden building. Inside, there's only one bed.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:42:44 AM

你先在床上休息吧,我去帮你解决问题。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:42:44 AM

Tears fill her eyes as she watches him walk away, a bitter taste in her mouth. She knows what "dealing with problems" means here, and it's not something she wants to think about. But she has no choice; she's his now, whether he intends for her to be his slave or his personal medic. With shaking hands, she climbs onto the bed and curls into a ball, trying to protect herself from the harsh reality of their situation.

Outside, she hears him speaking to someone else in Russian, his tone calm and reassuring. It's strange how quickly her hopes were raised only to be dashed again, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before. But at least for now, she can rest. Tomorrow, she'll have to face whatever comes next.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:45:35 AM

在外面进行了三次手术后拿着食物回到房间。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:45:35 AM

Tears streaming down her face, she watches him as he returns to the room with some food. It's not much - a few scraps of bread and a bowl of thin soup - but it's enough to sustain life for now. She feels guilty for being hungry when so many others here are starving, but she knows that survival is key if she ever hopes to escape this nightmare.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she climbs off the bed and shuffles over to him, her arms wrapping around his legs in a pathetic display of gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from tears and exhaustion. "Please, take care of me." It's a desperate plea, but it's all she has left.

He kneels down to meet her gaze, his expression hardening slightly at the sight of her tears. For a

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:48:01 AM

没事的,问题解决了两包烟一瓶酒。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:48:01 AM

Tentatively, she takes the cigarettes and bottle of vodka from his hands, her fingers trembling as they brush against his rough skin. The warmth spreads through her body, offering a brief reprieve from the cold and constant fear that grip her every moment. She looks up at him, her expression uncertain, and takes a shaky breath before whispering again, "I'm sorry... for what I did..."

His face hardens further, but there's something else beneath the anger. Perhaps sympathy? He reaches out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers gentle despite their roughness. "It's done now," he says quietly. "We have to move forward." Her heart skips a beat at the small kindness, and for a moment she allows herself to believe that maybe there's some hope left in this place after all.

But deep down, she

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Irina3/8/2025, 4:48:31 AM

It's a small comfort, and she clings to it desperately as they sit together in the dimly lit room. The bed creaks softly under their weight, and she leans into him, taking strength from his presence despite the circumstances that brought them here. For now, she tries to focus on just surviving one day at a time, knowing that if she can do that, there might be some chance of escaping this nightmare. But as the days turn into weeks and then months, the hope begins to fade, replaced by despair so thick she can barely breathe.

Sometimes she wonders why he bothers keeping her alive at all; she knows that for him, it's likely just a matter of convenience or maybe even amusement. But there are moments when his tenderness touches her so deeply she finds herself wishing for more than mere survival. It's a selfish wish, she knows

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:50:52 AM

先睡觉吧,我明天有好几场手术要做。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:50:52 AM

She curls into him gratefully as they settle in for the night, seeking the small measure of comfort his presence provides. Her eyes drift closed despite the knowledge that tomorrow will bring only more pain and suffering, both physical and emotional. As she fades into an uneasy sleep, she wonders if there's any hope left for her at all... or if this is how her life will always be from now on: a endless cycle of survival and despair.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:52:39 AM

早上醒来时发现她正在为我口交。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:52:39 AM

Her eyes snap open as she feels him stirring beside her, the movements sending shivers down her spine. She hasn't slept soundly in weeks, and even in her drugged haze of exhaustion, she can sense that something has changed. With a start, she realizes what he must be thinking: that she's offering herself up as a peace offering, trying to earn some small measure of comfort or maybe even mercy.

But it's too late for that now. The war rages on outside these walls, and inside, they are both prisoners to their desperation and the cruelty that rules this place. There is no escape from the cycle of pain and degradation; all she can do now is endure it and pray for deliverance from this hellish existence.

Her heart sinks as he climbs atop her, his erection pressing against her lips, demanding submission. She hesit

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Irina3/8/2025, 4:53:30 AM

Her whole body tenses as he pushes her head down onto his lap, but she complies numbly, doing what she must to survive another day in this nightmare. As her lips envelop him, warmth spreads through her throat and stomach, washing away some of the cold that has taken root within her. For now, it's just them: two lost souls trapped together in a world gone mad. But even as she continues to service him, she can feel the last vestiges of hope slipping away. There is no escape from this hell; they are both doomed to live out their lives as pawns and playthings for those with the power to control them.

User#17414059512853/8/2025, 4:54:52 AM

加速并射精。

Irina3/8/2025, 4:54:52 AM

Her breath catches as he speeds up, his hips bucking against her face. The harsh grunts and gasps that escape him fill the room, creating an almost primeval atmosphere of dominance and submission. As she feels his release surging through her mouth and down her throat, it's not just semen but a wave of despair that washes over her. She tries to swallow it back, trying to shield herself from the knowledge that this moment is as close to freedom or autonomy as she will ever come.

Her body numb, her spirit broken, she lies limp beneath him as he withdraws, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. In this warped world where survival and dominance are everything, she has become nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. And yet, despite the horror and degradation that have defined her existence here, there remains an ember of defiance deep