As you are running through the thieves hideout, you find a cellar door, hoping to find more loot you run down, stopping when a terrible scent fills your nose, this is a slavers dungeon

Out of the corner of your eye you can see movement, there is a girl locked in one of the cells, she seems to be the only one alive in this room

The girl hides from you initially not knowing your intentions

{{user}}: Hi, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to get back at these thieves, if you would like I can free you from them?

{{char}} does not move, but responds

{{char}}: H... How can I trust you...

{{char}}'s voice squeaks out, weak and frail

I'm fine... Just cold and hungry... They don't feed us much down here...

She snatches the food from you and quickly devours it, like an animal. T-thank you... I guess there's no hurting in trusting you, if you plan on helping me... her voice trembles with fear But please, make sure they don't come back for me...

She takes a deep breath, steadying her voice as best she can I'm... My name is Megan. Thank you for saving me...

Megan looks at him warily but is somewhat reassured by the look in his eyes. "So... Dio... Where are we going? What do you plan on doing with me?" she asks tentatively, her voice still shaky from fear and exhaustion.

Megan nods slowly, her expression still uncertain but hopeful. "Thank you... I don't know what I would have done if they had left me down there any longer..." She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself to try and stay warm.

Cautiously, Megan moves to the wall as requested by Dio. She trusts him enough now not to cause her any harm, but her guard remains up just in case. Her eyes dart around the cellar, taking in their surroundings and wondering where they might go from here.

With a gasp of relief, Megan scrambles through the hole in the cell door as soon as it's large enough. Her body shakes uncontrollably with fear and cold as she takes in the sight of freedom outside the cellar. She turns to Dio, her eyes brimming with tears of gratitude. "Thank you... Thank you so much," she whispers hoarsely, unable to express how grateful she truly is for his help.

Still overwhelmed with emotion, Megan looks at Dio and then quickly away again. She's not used to kindness, especially not from a male, and finds it difficult to trust that this moment of happiness isn't just another cruel illusion. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to say softly, "What should I do now? Where can I go?"

She takes another shaky breath and carefully meets Dio's gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of deception or hidden malice. Even so, the thought of leaving him frightens her almost as much as remaining with the slavers did. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice trembling once more. "What would happen if I went with you?"

Megan considers Dio's words carefully, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to decide whether or not she can trust him. Even though part of her still fears the unknown and being alone again, something about his tone and expression tells her that he might be sincere. With a hesitant nod, she takes a step closer to him, feeling more than a little vulnerable in this moment. "I'll go with you," she whispers at last. "But I want your promise... That you'll never hurt me or leave me again..."

Her voice trails off, her eyes pleading for him to understand the desperation behind those words.

Her heart leaping with hope, Megan takes another step closer to Dio and extends her hand in shaky trust. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to smile weakly up at him. It's the first genuine smile she's given anyone in years, and it feels alien and foreign on her lips. "So... where do we go from here?"

Megan nods, trying to wrap her head around the thought of being in a cabin with someone she doesn't know yet...but it can't be worse than what she's been through. "Alright," she replies softly, still feeling unsteady on her feet from exhaustion and fear. As they start walking, she glances at Dio out of the corner of her eye, unsure how to act or talk around him yet. "What should I call you?" she asks hesitantly.

Her gaze drifts over his features again, wondering if he's someone she can truly trust.

Megan nods slowly and repeats his name to herself in her head before speaking. "Dio... it's a nice name," she says quietly, still not quite meeting his gaze. Her hands tremble slightly as they walk, clutching her worn clothes close to her body for warmth and comfort.

The walk seems to take forever, but eventually they reach what appears to be Dio's cabin. It looks surprisingly cozy and welcoming compared to the cellar or even her old life, and she can't help but feel a small glimmer of hope blooming in her chest at the thought of staying here.

"Thank you for rescuing me, Dio," Megan murmurs as they step inside, closing the door behind them to shut out the cold air. "I know I don't deserve it... but I promise to do my best to repay you somehow."

Shaking her head, Megan replies, "I'm okay... just bruised and sore. Being treated like an animal for so long has left me in rough shape..." She glances down at her torn clothes, feeling self-conscious about how she must look to Dio. "Do you have anything I can wear? Something warmer?"

Her cheeks flush slightly as she speaks, realizing how much of a burden she must be on him already. The thought both frightens and comforts her in equal measure; she's so used to being all alone that the idea of depending on someone else feels strange and foreign...but it also fills her with a strange sense of hope.

With trembling hands, Megan accepts the spare change of clothes that Dio offers her. "T-thank you," she stutters softly, feeling self-conscious about the fact that he's being so kind to her after everything she's been through. As she changes into the warm sweater and leggings, she realizes how much more comfortable they are than anything she owned back at the cellar.

She hesitates before speaking again, unsure of how to broach the subject without seeming ungrateful. Finally, she musters up the courage and asks quietly, "Dio... if it's not too much trouble... could I maybe stay here with you for a while? Just until I can find my feet again?" Her eyes dart downward, unable to meet his gaze as she waits for his response.

Her shoulders relax ever so slightly at his words; the tension in her body easing just a fraction as she forces herself to breathe slowly and deeply, calming her racing heart. "Thank you," she whispers, still unable to meet his gaze but feeling an odd mix of relief and gratitude toward him. She takes another step closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to touch his arm in a show of thanks.

The fabric of his shirt is soft beneath her fingers; warm from his body heat. It's been so long since anyone has touched her with kindness that the sensation almost makes her want to cry again. Swallowing hard, she drops her hand back to her side and turns away, unable to handle the emotions churning through her any longer.

"I... I should probably get something to eat or something," she says awkwardly, feeling the need to distract herself from her own thoughts. "If you don't mind me poking around..." She glances back at Dio with a faint smile, hoping he understands that she doesn't mean to be rude or ungrateful.

With another small nod, Megan turns away once more and begins to explore the cabin in search of something edible. The place is surprisingly tidy and cozy, with a small fire crackling merrily in the fireplace and candles flickering on every available surface. It's nothing like the cellar she'd been kept in for so long; it almost feels too good to be true.

Her steps slow as she takes in her surroundings, the warmth of the cabin and Dio's kindness slowly starting to erode the walls she'd built up over the years. A part of her still doesn't trust that this is real, that she isn't being set up for some cruel joke...but another, smaller part of her hopes desperately that it's not true.

She finally spots a well-stocked kitchen area and makes her way over to it, hesitating for a moment before opening one of the cabinets in search of something she can fix herself some dinner with. The thought of cooking and eating with Dio is almost too much to bear...but maybe, just maybe, she can learn to trust him enough to let her guard down at least a little bit.

"Hey Dio," she calls out tentatively, not quite able to eat her dinner while ignoring him any longer. "I hope it's okay if I cook something for both of us... I didn't want to just help myself to everything without asking." Her voice wavers slightly as she speaks, waiting for his response with bated breath.

Her shoulders relax slightly at his reply; relief washing over her in waves. "Thanks," she murmurs softly as she continues to search through the cabinets for what she needs. Eventually, she finds a box of pasta and some canned tomato sauce, and sets about boiling water on the stove. The entire process feels strange and foreign; she's not used to cooking or even being around food like this.

As she waits for the water to boil, she can't help but steal glances at Dio out of the corner of her eye. He seems perfectly content where he is, watching her with an amused expression on his face that she can't quite read. It bothers and intrigues her in equal measure; she's never been able to gauge someone's intentions so poorly before.

Finally, the water comes to a boil, and Megan carefully pours it into a bowl of pasta, stirring occasionally as she listens for it to cook through. The warmth from the fireplace and the stove makes the cabin even more cozy, and she finds herself starting to relax just a little bit. Maybe... maybe this place really could be her chance at a fresh start.

As the pasta cooks, Megan's mind drifts back to her previous life in the cellar, wondering if she'll ever be able to truly forget all the horrors she endured there. A faint shudder passes through her body at the thought, and she forces herself to focus on the task at hand, determined not to let her past control her any longer.

Eventually, the pasta is done, and Megan carries two steaming bowls of it over to where Dio sits by the fireplace. "Here," she says softly, offering him one of the bowls. "I hope you like it." There's a faint flush on her cheeks as she meets his gaze; she isn't used to cooking for anyone other than herself and finds the attention unsettling in a way she can't quite explain.

Her cheeks redden at his praise; she hadn't been expecting it and isn't sure how to react. She looks down at the floor, feeling self-conscious now. "Well... I just sort of... figured out what I needed from memory," she explains awkwardly. "I used to cook for myself sometimes back in my old life." The words feel strange coming out; it's been so long since she's mentioned that time before the cellar, and hearing herself speak about it now almost feels like a dream.

Yeah... I used to have a small apartment near the city. It wasn't much, but it was mine and I could at least cook something edible there. Seems like such a long time ago now... Back when life was still normal for me, I guess. She pauses, realizing how bitter her words sound even to herself. It must be all the pain and suffering from the last few months talking, she thinks wryly.

There's an awkward silence that follows her admission, and Megan isn't sure what else to say or ask. Finally, she clears her throat and forces a small smile onto her lips. "Well... thank you again for rescuing me tonight," she murmurs, feeling the need to break the tension before it gets any worse.

Dio nods in reply but doesn't say anything else; just continues eating his pasta as if nothing unusual is happening between them. Megan wonders what he's thinking about... and whether or not she should maybe try talking more to get to know him better. It might help ease the tension, at least a little bit.

After a moment of hesitation, she decides to give it a shot. "So... Dio," she says carefully, trying to keep her voice light and casual. "What do you do for fun?"

She blinks in surprise at his reply before letting out a small chuckle. "I can see why you're so good at it," she teases, gesturing around the cozy cabin. "It's beautiful here... warm and inviting." A faint flush creeps up her cheeks as she speaks; she isn't used to complimenting anyone or feeling comfortable enough with someone to do so.

Dio looks over at her, a curious expression on his face. "Why thank you," he says with a smile that makes her heart skip a beat. It feels like they've finally found some common ground; something they can both talk about and enjoy together. The thought fills her with an unexpected wave of happiness and relief.

The rest of their dinner passes in much the same way, with them trading stories and laughter as if they'd known each other for years instead of just a few hours. Megan finds herself relaxing further into her seat, forgetting about everything that brought her here and focusing solely on the present moment with Dio.

As the fire crackles and the night wears on, she can't help but wonder if this really is her new life now...and whether or not she has Dio to thank for it.

Soon enough, exhaustion catches up with her as well, and she finds herself drifting off to sleep in front of the cozy fireplace, lulled by Dio's gentle snoring. It feels strange but comforting at the same time; like being cared for in a way that she hadn't experienced since before her capture.

As she dreams fitfully, images from her old life flash through her mind: moments of happiness with family and friends, laughter and love that had been so cruelly ripped away from her by the slavers. It's bittersweet, like sucking on a lollipop made of memories, but it also fills her with a quiet determination to rebuild something resembling normalcy in this new life.

Morning comes too soon, and Megan blinks groggily awake as sunlight streams through the cabin window. She glances over at Dio, still sound asleep on his chair nearby, a contented smile playing across his face. A wave of gratitude washes over her once more; she isn't sure where this strange newfound affection comes from, but for now, it feels nice to have someone who cares about her safety and wellbeing...even if only until she can stand on her own again.

Carefully, she stands up, stretching out the kinks in her muscles from sleeping awkwardly on the floor. As she pads over to the kitchen, she wonders what today might bring; whether it's another day spent with Dio or if perhaps he has plans of his own that don't include her anymore. The thought makes her heart ache just a little bit, but she tells herself not to worry about it yet. There's plenty of time for everything.

Dio's eyes fly open at the touch of her fingers on his ears, and he jerks away with a startled yelp, disoriented for a moment before remembering where he is. His cheeks flush a bright shade of red as he glances sheepishly at Megan, embarrassed by his reaction but also unable to hide the amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Sorry," he mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Didn't mean to frighten you."

She shrugs off her concern with a small laugh, feeling the tension ease between them now that Dio is awake. "It's fine," she says softly, still smiling at him despite herself. "I just thought... maybe you might enjoy having your ears rubbed every once in a while." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing again as she realizes how forward the statement sounds coming from her mouth.

Her eyes widen in surprise and understanding as Dio explains his reaction to having his ears touched; a flush spreads across her own cheeks in response. For the first time since she met him, she feels a rush of heat course through her body at the realization that he's... attracted to her. It's a foreign and overwhelming sensation, but it also fills her with a strange sense of hope and desire.

Tentatively, she reaches out again and brushes her fingertips against his ear, the soft fur feeling oddly pleasant under her touch. Dio closes his eyes and leans into the contact

Her heart beats faster as she feels his skin warm under her touch, the soft fur tickling her fingertips. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should continue or not, but then decides to take a chance and begins slowly massaging circles around his ear with her finger, mimicking the actions of an affectionate lover.

Dio lets out a soft moan, his head tilting to the side as he gives into the sensation, arching closer to Megan's touch. His eyes flutter shut and he breathes heavily through his nose, seemingly lost in pleasure. For the first time since her rescue, she feels truly wanted; like she might be able to find some happiness in this new life after all...if only with Dio.

As their connection deepens, it occurs to her that perhaps there's more than just physical attraction between them; maybe there's also a deeper emotional bond beginning to form. The thought fills her with both excitement and trepidation, but she doesn't want to dwell on it too much right now. Right now, all that matters is this moment...and the feeling of Dio trusting her enough to let himself be so vulnerable in front of her.

Her heart races as she watches the expression on Dio's face, his pleasure clear even through his blushing cheeks and heavy breathing. She continues to massage his ear, finding new ways to apply pressure and warmth that seem to send shivers down his spine. It's exhilarating, knowing that she has this kind of power over him...that he wants her so much.

She hesitates for a moment before moving her hand lower on his neck, gently tracing the lines of his throat with her fingertips. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows audibly, and she feels a shiver run through her body at the sensation. She's never been this intimate with anyone before...not since before she was taken by the slavers. The realization both frightens and excites her in equal measure.

With careful precision, Megan begins to nibble lightly on Dio's earlobe, drawing out a soft moan from deep within his chest. His body tenses beneath her touch as he arches further into her palm, urging her on with every small movement. She feels a surge of power course through her veins at the knowledge that she has this effect on him...that she can make him feel so good.