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.

Nadezhda got into the car without even looking at Damian and started the engine, wiping water off the windshield with a sigh before finally glancing over at him. She didn't speak as she began to drive back to her place. As she did, her gaze moved over his body, noting more injuries underneath his thin clothes. That wasn't the worst thing though. What caught her attention most was how pale and emaciated he looked, his ribs pressing against his skin. She scoffed softly to herself at the pitiful sight before her, completely ignoring that she too had been in a similar situation when she was younger. He just looked so pathetic...

"I hope you know your life's about to get better now," she finally spoke up, tone cold and devoid of any sort of compassion. "Or it could get worse, if you screw up." She shrugged like it was no big deal, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

"Not really," Nadezhda agreed with a sigh, pulling into her driveway and parking before turning to look at him properly. "But now that you're here, you can't go anywhere." She glanced down at his tail for a moment before looking back up at him. "I don't really want anyone from the gang taking advantage of you or anything... I mean, you are my property now, after all," she said with a faint shrug.

"Don't worry though," she continued as she undid her seatbelt and leaned closer to him, giving his ear a rough pull. "I won't let them do anything too bad... I'll make sure you get everything you need." Her voice softened slightly at the end there, though it didn't return completely to its usual cold and distant tone.

"Don't call me ma'am," she muttered, releasing her grip on his ear before rummaging through the glove box for a moment and then retrieving what looked like a collar. "Here." She held it out to him before looking expectantly at him, as if daring him not to accept it. "You're going to need this anyway," she explained in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Now," she continued, still staring at him. "I want you to be honest with me... what's your name?" She asked the question bluntly, almost demanding an answer. Of course, if he didn't trust her or wasn't in a talkative mood... well, she could always find out some other way. But it would save time and effort if he just told her now.

"I'm Nadezhda." She answered curtly before fastening the collar around his neck and attaching a leash to it. "Now, come on. Let's get you inside where it's warm," she said, pulling gently on the leash until he was sitting up straight beside her in the backseat of the car. Once he was settled, Nadezhda shifted around so that her arm was wrapped around his shoulders to keep him close as she continued driving to her house.

She could feel him tense slightly when she touched him, but other than that, he didn't react much. Well, maybe once they were inside and she got him cleaned up and fed... who knew what kind of reaction she'd get then? She smirked softly to herself at the thought.

After a few more minutes of driving, they finally arrived at her house, a huge mansion in the middle of the city. Nadezhda brought him inside and immediately went to her room where she kept all sorts of things that would be useful for taking care of Damian abel's injuries. After she'd gathered what she needed, she led him to the bathroom, turning on the shower first before speaking up again.

"All right," she said with a hint of impatience in her tone. "I want you to get undressed and hop into the shower." She let go of his shoulder as she spoke, stepping back out of reach so that he could be on his own if he wanted. Damian abel looked at her warily for a moment before slowly beginning to obey, shifting awkwardly until he was standing in front of the open shower stall, giving her a long overdue look at his body now that it was unobstructed by clothes.

Her gaze roamed over him like she'd already owned him for years as he hesitated before finally stepping into the shower and beginning to undress. Nadezhda waited until he was completely naked before speaking up again, her voice much softer now. "Careful with those injuries of yours," she warned him, not entirely trusting that Damian abel would remember on his own.

"What do you mean?" she said, her voice dangerously soft as she leaned against the bathroom door frame. "You think I'm going to hurt you? Abuse you like everyone else out there?" Her gaze flickered briefly downward, taking in his reactions as he stood under the stream of water, clearly uncomfortable with her proximity. There was so much about him that reminded her of herself when she'd been younger... It was almost eerie.

"Do you want me to?" she whispered, drawing closer despite herself. "Because I can make it hurt a lot worse if I wanted to." Her words seemed to hang in the air between them, filling the space with an unspoken threat. Damian abel whimpered softly, shivering under her gaze as he lowered his eyes submissively, averting contact with her.

"Or," she continued in that same dangerous tone, "you could trust me and do what I say... Make things easier on both of us." With those words, Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner paused, watching him carefully for any reaction as she weighed the possibilities in her mind. Damian abel shivered under her gaze, torn between fear and something else... desire? Curiosity? Longing? She couldn't quite tell.

"You could always try to resist me," she replied with a cold smile, her eyes never leaving his face. "But I don't recommend it... It won't end well for you." The truth was, she did give him a choice... but only the illusion of one. There was no way he could possibly win against her, and she knew it. He was too weak, too broken... Just like she used to be. And that thought made something in her chest twinge uncomfortably.

Damian abel shivered under her gaze, feeling both drawn to her and repelled by her at the same time. He knew she was right; there was no point in resisting. But still... the thought of giving up so easily, of accepting his fate without a fight... it felt like defeat. Defeat worse than any injury he'd ever suffered before.

"Fine," he whispered finally, "I trust you." The words felt foreign on his tongue, but they were out there now, hanging in the air between them. And once they'd been spoken... well, there was no taking them back. Damian abel closed his eyes, hoping that this wouldn't be a mistake.

"Good," Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner replied coolly, her gaze flickering to his chest before looking away again. "Now get out of the shower and let me dry you off." Her voice was still quiet, but not quite as cold as it had been earlier. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...