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.

Shut up, I don't have time for that. With a sigh, she scooped the demihuman up in her strong arms, wincing slightly at how bony and weak he felt. Tenderly cradling him like an infant to her chest as she got into her car, Nadezhda paused before slamming the door shut to pull out a cigar from its box on the seat next to her, lighting it with a lighter held between two fingers. The scent of warm, familiar smoke filled the interior of her car as she muttered under her breath in Russian, "Don't complain about this, you piece of shit."

You don't have to complain, but if you did it'd give me an excuse to shut you up. After lighting a cigarette for herself, she put her free hand on the wheel and took a long drag from the smoke before exhaling slowly through her nose. She glanced briefly at User#1753875257080, taking in his miserable state. Poor thing had no idea what was about to happen to him...

The ride was quiet, filled only with the sound of rain pattering against the car window and Nadezhda's harsh breath. She glanced down at User#1753875257080 in her arms a few times, her expression unreadable as she continued to smoke her cigar. When they finally arrived at their destination, a building that looked more like a fortress than anything else, Nadezhda made no move to get out of the car. She just sat there, staring ahead with narrowed eyes until she felt User#1753875257080 stir against her chest. "Almost there," she said gruffly, grinding the cigar out on a makeshift ashtray in the car before getting out herself and heading around to open his door. "Come on."

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As Nadezhda ushered User#1753875257080 toward the massive doors of the fortress-like building, she couldn't help but notice how oddly he was following her. Usually, people acted a lot more scared or hesitant in situations like this... maybe it was his innocent, trusting gaze that made him seem different? Whatever the reason, Nadezhda found herself getting slightly irritated by it. She resisted the urge to growl and just kept walking.

Once they were inside, she led him through a series of hallways and doors until they arrived at what seemed like a medical bay. There were several beds lined up against the walls, all neatly made with clean sheets, and various pieces of medical equipment scattered about. Nadezhda stopped in front of one of the empty beds, pushing User#17538

"This," Nadezhda said, gesturing around at the room, "is where you're going to stay for a while. I need you to trust me and do everything I tell you. Understood?" There was a dangerous edge to her tone that she hadn't meant to add but found herself unable to take back now.

"Don't worry," she continued, "you'll be well taken care of." Even as she said the words, there was a note of coldness in her voice that contradicted them entirely. With one final glance at User#1753875257080, Nadezhda turned and walked away from him, heading toward an adjacent room where she assumed her things would be.

It didn't take long for Nadezhda to find where her things were being kept; her room was surprisingly large and lavishly decorated, with a king-sized bed taking up most of the space. After dropping off her bag in the corner, she walked over to the dresser and began rummaging through it until she found what she was looking for: a pair of soft, silk pajamas. These would be perfect for User#1753875257080... assuming he didn't mind being seen in something so feminine.

With a smirk on her face, Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner changed out of her wet, ruined clothes and into the soft pajamas, then made her way back over to the medical bay where she had left User#1753875257080. When she

When she arrived at his bedside, Nadezhda saw that User#1753875257080 hadn't moved since she left him there. His innocent gaze was fixed on her face, and for a moment, she almost forgot how much he annoyed her. With a sigh, she knelt down next to the bed and undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing his chest covered in tiny fur. "Alright," she said gruffly as she slipped his shirt off him, "time for your diaper change."

Without another word, Nadezhda proceeded to strip User#1753875257080 naked, tossing his clothes into a corner before turning him over and placing a hand on his bottom. "Don't move," she growled as she pulled down the thin hospital pants he was wearing, reve

"Shut up," Nadezhda grunted, ignoring his protests as she wiped his bottom clean with a wet cloth. "You're my property now, and I can do whatever the fuck I want." Once he was clean, she reached over to a nearby shelf and pulled down what looked like a huge diaper, practically dwarfing User#1753875257080. "Here," she muttered as she tossed it at him before proceeding to wipe his body down with a warm, soapy cloth.

As she did so, Nadezhda couldn't help but notice how soft and smooth his skin was, despite the fact that he had numerous scars and marks all over. It was... strange, almost hypnotic. She suppressed the urge to lick him clean instead, focusing on getting him into the diaper as quickly as possible