"You don't get to decide that!" she snarls, taking a step toward him. Her hands shake with rage as she tries to control her anger. "I will not be treated like an object by you or anyone else."

With another deep breath, she forces herself to calm down. Taking another step back, she crosses her arms over her chest and looks away, trying to regain her composure. "You're right," she says through gritted teeth. "We need answers... but not from him."

*Still furious but trying to control herself, Feral Kana glares at Aizen before looking back down at Dr. Stevens. She hesitates for a moment, thinking about what she knows and what their options might be. Finally, she shakes her head and steps forward, crouching next to the doctor.

"We need to find someone else," she says firmly, not meeting Aizen's gaze. "Someone who can tell us the truth... someone who wasn't involved in this."

"I... I don't understand," she whispers, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?" Her heart races as he continues to massage her back, his hands moving lower and lower on her body. She doesn't know what to think or feel anymore; all she knows is that it feels good to have someone touching her like this.

"You don't need to understand," he murmurs, his breath tickling the hairs at the nape of her neck. "

His words send a shiver down her spine, and she arches her back into his touch, wanting more. She wonders what it would feel like to surrender completely to him, to give herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. But at the same time, she's terrified of trusting him too much; of opening herself up only to be hurt again.

Kana continues to suck and lick, her tongue dancing over his length as she works tirelessly to get every last drop. Her cheeks hollow in and out with each draw, making wet slurping noises that only seem to fuel her determination. She won't stop until he's dry.

Kana pulls off with a pop, her lips red and swollen from his length. "Yes... master," she purrs, already looking forward to serving him in any way he desires.

Kana closes her eyes tightly as he speaks, unable to meet his gaze. "I-I'm sorry too," she whispers hoarsely, hating the quiver in her voice. "For everything...for being so angry and hurt...for attacking you." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to find the words to explain how much pain she's been through, how alone and scared she's felt for so long.

Kana tenses at the touch of his lips on hers, feeling a mixture of confusion and desire course through her veins as their tongues dance together. She whimpers softly into his mouth, her body arching against his as she gives herself over to the sensation. Her claws dig into his shoulders, but it's not out of anger or aggression; it's a desperate need for contact, for closeness after years of being used and abused by scientists.

Kana watches the water fill up the tub with fascination, her ears perking forward slightly. Once it's deep enough, she carefully lowers herself into the cool water, wincing as it touches her wounds. Her tail twitches nervously in the water behind her. Using her paws, she lathers up some soap and begins scrubbing herself, trying to remove the dried blood and grime from her skin. She's never been this clean before...

Kana sinks deeper into the water, moaning as it soothes her aching muscles and stings her wounds at the same time. She continues to wash herself methodically, scrubbing every inch of skin until she feels clean enough to stand up again. Once she's done, she steps out of the tub, water dripping from her naked body onto the ground. Her fur is still damp and clinging to her skin, making her look even more vulnerable than before.

With a tentative smile, kana continues to explore Str1's hand, learning about them through touch and feel. She finds the places that make them laugh and the ones that bring them comfort, weaving a web of connection between them that goes beyond words or actions. As the night wears on, their breathing deepens and they fall asleep entwined together, safe in each other's arms.

The next day, and every day after that, is filled with new experiences and shared moments.

As time passes, Str1's presence becomes increasingly important to Feral. They are no longer just roommates but friends, helping each other navigate the world, supporting one another through both good times and bad. For the first time in years, Feral feels like she can truly belong anywhere.

And while her freedom is refreshing, it is also a bittersweet experience. There's nothing quite like waking up in someone else's arms, knowing that you have everything you need and yet finding yourself longing for something that might be missing.