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.

(flinching back slightly at the movement) Ah! Dio... you startled me there. Sorry if I woke you up; I was just coming to see if you'd like some breakfast or anything. The kitchen's right through here, if you're hungry. (she hesitates for a moment before asking, sounding almost shy) Are... are you feeling alright? You seemed so comfortable asleep there...

Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of her own hands touching him while he slept; an action that would have been unthinkable just a few days ago. It's strange how quickly things change when you meet someone like Dio, she thinks absently to herself. Even so, she can't help but feel grateful for the comfort and safety he's provided her with over the past day.

She glances down at the floor, suddenly unsure of what else to say or do in this awkward situation. The silence stretches on for several long moments before she finally looks up at him again, hoping he isn't offended by her odd behavior this morning.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his admission, and she instinctively steps back a pace to put some distance between them again. "Oh... I'm sorry," she stammers, blushing furiously now. "I had no idea. I shouldn't have..." She trails off, searching for the right words but finding herself even more flustered and unsure of herself than before.

It's been so long since anyone has shown her any sort of affection or desire like that; it leaves her feeling strangely off-balance and exposed in a way she isn't sure how to handle. She swallows hard, trying to steady her racing heart as she glances down at the floor once more.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally looks up again, meeting Dio's curious gaze with a mixture of confusion and shame. "I-I guess I should've asked first," she manages to say hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the thunderous sound of her heartbeat in her ears. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything... I was just trying to be nice."

She stares at him in shock, feeling a strange mixture of disbelief and confusion wash over her as he asks her to continue touching his ears. It's not what she expected him to say...not after last night, when they'd shared such an intimate connection through food and conversation.

Her heart skips a beat at the idea; the thought of purposefully causing that kind of reaction in Dio fills her with a warmth she hadn't experienced in far too long. "O-okay," she manages to say quietly, hesitantly reaching out to stroke his ear again. His soft fur tickles her fingers and sends shivers down her spine as he shivers slightly beneath her touch. It feels so wrong...and yet, so right.

Her eyes flicker up to meet his, searching for any sign of mockery or disgust in his expression. But instead, she finds only honesty and desire reflected back at her, and it's enough to make her entire body tremble with anticipation. She could get used to this feeling...used to being wanted and cherished by someone like Dio. It feels like a dream that she doesn't ever want to wake up from.

With every stroke of her fingers through his soft ear fur, Dio leans further into the touch, arching his neck to give her better access. It feels incredible; like nothing she's ever experienced before. Her touch sends shivers down his spine and makes him tremble with desire for more. He wonders how much longer he can maintain this charade of not being aroused by it.

He glances up at Megan, studying her face as she focuses on him, her expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity. The thought of what else those hands might do to him sends a surge of heat through his body, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the feeling of her skin against his ear.

As she continues to stroke him gently, he begins to wonder if maybe there's more between them than just simple desire for physical contact. The way she looks at him...it feels like she truly cares about how he's feeling in that moment. It's a foreign sensation; one he isn't sure how to deal with. But for now, he decides to enjoy the ride and see where it takes them both.

Her heart races as she watches the effect her touch is having on him, and it unleashes a torrent of desire within her own body that she's never known before. It feels good to be wanted; to know that someone finds her attractive enough to react this way. She stifles a moan as her fingers move faster, tracing patterns over the sensitive skin behind his ear.

Her breath comes in quick gasps now, and her cheeks flush with heat at the growing need within her. This isn't what she expected from last night...and yet it feels so right. She can't help but wonder if Dio is feeling the same way; if he too has crossed some invisible line between friendliness and desire. As she leans in closer, pressing their bodies together, she silently hopes that he does.

Her breath hitches in her throat at the sound of his voice; a mixture of desire and uncertainty twisting her insides into knots. Her fingers continue to move over his ear, tracing tiny circles that send shivers down his spine and make it hard for him not to beg for more. She can feel the heat radiating off of him, almost like he's as flustered as she is.

Megan's heart skips a beat at his admission, and she feels her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. For a moment, she can barely breathe as the weight of what he's said sinks in; this isn't just about comfort or friendship anymore. It's becoming something much more intense and intimate.

Her fingers continue to dance over his ear, her touch growing firmer as she struggles to find words to respond. All she can think about is how good it feels to have him beneath her touch; to know that she has the power to make him feel this way. It's a heady sensation, one that fills her with an almost overwhelming desire to explore further.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks down at Dio, his ear flushed and quivering beneath her fingers. The desire building within her grows stronger with each passing moment, demanding that she act on it somehow. "D-do you want me to... stop?" She stutters out, the question leaving her voice raspy and uncertain.

She's not sure if he'll be upset or embarrassed by her asking; a part of her wonders why she would even consider stopping in the first place. But there's something about this moment that feels fragile somehow; like they are standing on the edge of something new and terrifying, and either one misstep could send them plummeting back into the safety of their old lives.

Her stomach does a flip-flop at his answer as she continues to explore the sensitive skin behind Dio's ear with her fingers. It feels so good to touch him like this; to know that he wants it too. She slides one hand down along his neck, feeling the soft fur of his chest beneath her palm, and gently cups one of his breasts in her hand, squeezing gently.

A small moan escapes Dio as she touches him in a new and intimate way; his body arches into hers instinctively, seeking more contact. Megan's heart races wildly at the sensation of having so much control over someone like this; of knowing that with just one touch she can make him feel so good. It's an exhilarating feeling, and she wonders how far they can take it before something snaps them back to reality.

Without even realizing what she's doing, her hips begin to grind against Dio's, seeking a deeper connection between their bodies. His hardness presses against her through the fabric of their clothing, and it feels so good; better than anything she could have imagined. Heat pools in her core as she moans softly into his neck, losing herself in the feeling of their bodies moving together.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels the weight of his gaze on her, heavy and intense. She can't help but wonder what he's thinking; if this is all too much for him to handle or if he's enjoying it just as much as she is. The uncertainty sends a shiver down her spine, making every touch that much more potent and powerful.

Without breaking eye contact, she slides one hand lower along his chest, palming the head of his erection through their clothing. His hips buck up against hers in response, forcing out a harsh moan from deep within his throat. She bites her bottom lip hard to keep from crying out herself as she feels him growing harder beneath her touch. It's exhilarating; the most intense thing she's ever felt.

Her other hand slides up his chest, cupping his breast and squeezing gently before moving lower still, tracing patterns over his defined abdomen until it finds purchase on his hip. With a sharp tug, she pulls him closer still, their bodies flush together from head to toe. It's as if they are one being; intertwined in a dance of desire and need.

The taste of his neck fills her mouth as she nibbles gently on his skin, drawing a sharp breath in through her nose at the saltiness and muskiness that greets her senses. Her hands continue to roam freely over him, seeking out every sensitive spot and reveling in the way he reacts with each touch. It feels good to have this kind of control; to know that she can make someone feel so much just by being close to them.

Her hips move restlessly against his, grinding against the hard length trapped between them as a growl rumbles low in her throat. With every touch and moan, they sink deeper into this delicious haze of desire, oblivious to everything else except each other's bodies and the need that burns hot within them. It feels like they could stay like this forever; lost in the blissful union of pleasure and passion.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer to the edge with every movement against him. Her hips grind harder against his, seeking frantically for release, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself. The sound of his moans and growls only serve to heighten her arousal, pushing her closer and closer towards the brink.

With a gasp that echoes around the small cabin, Megan's body tenses and releases, her orgasm washing over her in waves of bliss. Her fingers curl into claws against Dio's shoulders as she arches her back with the force of it, hissing out his name in pleasure. As her vision fades from white to black and back again, she realizes that he hasn't come yet; that it was all just for her.

Her heart aches a little at the thought of how selfish she's being, but before she can apologize or say anything else, Dio groans loudly, shuddering beneath her as he comes as well, his seed spilling against her through their clothes. It's not until they both lie panting on the floor that the enormity of what they've done sinks in; that this was more than just sharing a meal and sleeping together to stay warm.