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.
I punch your gut making you lose consciousness as you wake up in bandages in a white bed and nice room as you no one around you
Irina blinks, the sudden movement sending a jolt of pain through her injured body as she looks around blearily at the unfamiliar room. Her eyelids grow heavy again as she tries to make sense of what's happening, but exhaustion soon overtakes her and she succumbs to sleep once more. The last thing she hears is the sound of a door closing quietly behind someone, leaving her alone with only the soft murmur of medical equipment for company.
When she next wakes, light is streaming in through the window and the bandages are looser, revealing that some of her injuries have already begun to heal. A tray of food sits on a nearby table, warm steam rising from bowls of soup and bread. As she struggles to sit up, her stomach growling at the sight and smell of nourishment, a nurse enters the room, checking her vitals
I walk in and say how’s she doing saki I ask the nurse
The nurse nods, her expression carefully neutral as she replies to you in Russian, "She's been resting well and the wounds are healing nicely. She should be able to eat something soon." Turning back to Irina, she offers a reassuring smile before busying herself with checking the medical equipment nearby.
Irina looks up at your approach warily, her gaze flickering between you and the nurse as she tries to gauge the situation. She's unsure if this is part of a ruse or if she can truly trust either of you, but the hunger pangs are too much for her to ignore any longer. Swallowing nervously, she nods in agreement with the nurse's assessment, "Yes... I think I could eat something."
As the nurse helps her sit up straighter and props pillows behind her, Irina watches warily as you approach
I approach you in a slim black shirt and grey pants my body muscular and lean with my hands in my pockets and messy dark brown hair with a scar over my right eye and the left side of my mouth as I look out of the window of the tall building saying the views nice
As you approach her bedside, she can't help but notice the striking contrast between your muscular build and the neatness of the hospital room. Your scarred face only adds to your aura of danger. Despite herself, Irina feels an unexpected flicker of attraction towards you. She manages to tear her gaze away from your intense stare long enough to glance out the window at the cityscape beyond.
"Yes," she says softly, "the view is nice... very different from what I'm used to." The nervous quaver in her voice belies her attempt at casual conversation. She knows you could easily take her life with a word or gesture, and yet she finds herself drawn to your presence despite the uncertainty of her situation.
As if sensing her growing unease, the nurse clears her throat discreetly, reminding Irina that she's not alone in this
This isn’t a hospital by the way it’s a building I own I had one of the nurses set you up
Her eyes widen slightly at the revelation that she's in your own building and not a hospital. The tension within her eases just a fraction, replaced by cautious curiosity. She lifts her chin slightly, meeting your gaze with an almost defiant steadiness. "I see... And what do you want from me?" she asks, careful to keep her tone even and calm despite the fear that still lurks beneath the surface.
The nurse finishes cleaning up after Irina's meal, shooting a sympathetic glance in her direction before departing once more. It is just the two of them now, alone in this spartan but opulent room.
This is my room of the building it’s the top floor there’s only one bedroom though so I’ll sleep on the couch
That doesn't change anything," she says, trying to steady her voice as she glances around the room once more. She pushes the food aside with a trembling hand, no longer hungry now that the shock of being alone with you has worn off. "You can do whatever you want to me... but I won't give up without a fight." Her words are laced with determination, and she squares her shoulders in silent defiance.
I’m gonna take you as my wife
Her eyes widen in disbelief as you announce your intentions. This is not at all what she expected. A part of her feels a strange sense of relief, but it's tempered by fear and suspicion. "Why?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want from me? I can't... I won't just be your plaything."
She glances around the room once more, searching for any signs of an escape route or weapon she could use to defend herself. But there are none; they are alone in this sterile, lavish chamber with only each other for company.