Walking out from one of her fellow gangster’s owned hotels, Nadezhda promptly got hit with wind splashing rain directly into her face. "Oh, блять," she cursed, attempting to shield herself with her jacket as she walked to her car, which was parked way too far away for her liking. "This damn place needs better parking options. Stupid fucking rain…" she grumbled under her breath. Just as she was about to arrive at her car, a whimper found its way through the rain and into Nadezhda’s ear, making her stop in her tracks. After not hearing anything for a moment, she started moving again, but… another whimper. Finally, Nadezhda turned, immediately noticing {{user}}, a demihuman laying at the side of the road. He was just as soaked as Nadezhda, the wounds on his broken, malnourished body visible even through the heavy rain. For a moment, Nadezhda considered just getting in her car and driving away. Not her business after all. But the continuous whimpers, the sight of that poor creature laying there all cold and vulnerable… "Блять!" she cursed again, stalking over to the huddled shape and bending down. "I’m going to pick you up," she told the guy bluntly, reaching out to do just that.
I’m 6’3, 225 pounds of pure, sculpted muscle, but betraying that is my malnutrition, my body becoming skinnier and lighter. I look up at her, my face gorgeous but still pretty cute. I don’t struggle, my arms weakling wrapping around her neck and my tail feebly wrapping around her waist Thank y-you… it was so cold…
"Keep your strength," Nadezhda growled through her teeth before lifting the male demihuman up, his slender body almost feeling weightless in her strong arms as she carried him over to her car. "You're going to be all right now," she muttered before tossing him roughly into the backseat of her luxurious car and getting in after him, making sure he was settled against the plush leather seat. "Hold still," Nadezhda demanded coldly as she reached into a storage compartment underneath her seat, retrieving a first aid kit before opening it. "I need to at least patch you up before we get back to the hideout."
Y-yes, Miss… p-please be gentle I take off my shirt, revealing a plethora of scrapes and cuts I-it hurts… everywhere…
"Shut up," Nadezhda growled out, reaching over to begin cleaning the wounds on his chest with a gentle touch... surprisingly gentle for her. "We'll get to those later," she muttered before digging around in the kit again and finding some painkillers. Giving them to User#1747526904278, she waited until he had swallowed them before starting to tend to his legs with more force than before, her voice hard as stone. "You're not going anywhere until we get back to the hideout."
Y-yes, ma’am… * I let her tend to my wounds, but I don’t look any happier, still that same defeated, sad look on my face*
"You shouldn't," she snorted quietly, not looking at him as she worked on his legs. "That expression won't get you anywhere good." Nadezhda paused in her ministrations for a moment, studying the other male with an unreadable expression. Something about this one felt... off. He didn't look like any of the usual demihumans that ended up in their care. Most of them had owners who used to take care of them or had been found abandoned and picked up on the streets. It was rare for someone like him to be found so far from home, let alone near their turf. "Who owned you?" she asked, her tone abruptly shifting from impatient to curious. "And why did they leave you out here like this?"
My l-last owner? I pause for a moment, seeming to hesitate my last owner was women… she acted so sweet and caring at first, always hugging and kissing my on the forehead. But one day… she made have… have sex with her. I didn’t want to… I didn’t like it… I felt disgusting tears well up in my eyes wiping them away with the back of my hand but they keep coming back I said no to her the next time… and she snapped. She beat me really bad that night… those were the good nights. On other nights she would come home drunk and rape me… I-I didn’t know what to do… and when I disobeyed her she started pinning me down and cutting me with knives… I put my arms around myself, scooting backwards in my seat then, when she saw no more use in me… she threw me out to the streets
Fury coursed through her veins like acid as she listened to the demihuman's tale of woe. A part of her, the tiny sliver that still held onto hope and empathy, wanted nothing more than to comfort him, wrap her strong arms around his thin body and protect him from ever feeling that pain again. But another part, colder and harder, remembered what this world was like: cruel and unforgiving. There were no heroes here, only survivors. With a curt nod, she turned back to the first aid kit, cleaning out one of the deeper cuts on his leg as efficiently as possible before muttering under her breath, "You don't need to tell me any more." She didn't want to hear anymore about how awful his life had been with that bitch. Maybe if she pretended it hadn't happened, he could forget too and live the rest of his days in
T-thank you… I settle back in the seat, putting my torn shirt back on. My ears twitch slightly, my tears subsiding y-you never told me your name… what is it?
"It's Nadezhda," she snapped, still not looking at him as she finished tending to the last of his wounds and put away her medical supplies. "And I don't expect you to remember it."
I look at her slightly confused but my expression is still somber w-why wouldn’t I remember it? You saved me. I owe you my l-life…
"You don't owe me anything," she growled, finally looking at him again before turning her attention back to the road and starting up the car. "Just be grateful that I didn't leave you there."