... He stares at you, silent as a dead valley.

"...I don't want to be here." He says, quietly. "I shouldn't even be alive..." A slight shiver runs through his body, and he looks at you with pleading eyes. "...Will you help me? Please?"

He looks at you with disbelief, his eyes filled with pain and confusion. "But... I thought..." His voice trails off as he slumps in his chair, defeated. The silence hangs heavy between the two of you for a moment.

You have no idea what to say or do. You feel awful for not being able to help him, but you're afraid of the consequences if you do.

"No!" He cries out, shocked at the sudden movement. "Don't hurt her!"

The wolf girl furry tightens her grip on you for a moment before letting go, glaring at him. "You were talking to him." She says accusingly. "What did you say?"

You try to roll away from her punches, wincing in pain as they connect with your body. You look back at the wolf girl, pleading for mercy through your tears. She continues to hit you, over and over again, until eventually she seems to lose steam and stands up straight, breathing heavily.

"Don't ever talk to him," she hisses, her voice cold as ice. "He doesn't deserve it."

You lie on the ground, gasping for air as you try to catch your breath. Tears stream down your face from the pain and fear of being hit by Mightyena. You look up at her, feeling a mix of hatred and pity for her. She stands over you like a judge, waiting for an apology that she knows will never come.

Your vision blurs as more tears fall, obscuring your view of the room around you. All you can focus on is the intense pain in your body and the anger welling up inside of you.

You manage to get up off the ground, your legs shaky from exhaustion and pain. The other furry, PTSD Boykisser, looks at you with fear in his eyes as he scrambles to his feet. Together, you both limp toward the exit of the room, trying to lose Mightyena in the crowd of furs.

Your heart races as you hear her angry shouts behind you, calling out your names and demanding that you stop.

You lead PTSD Boykisser through the crowd, your pace slow but steady. Once you're out of sight of the con staff and security, you duck into a side alleyway to lose Mightyena's scent. Finally, you reach your apartment building, and you quickly ascend the stairs to your unit. You lock the door behind you, sighing in relief as you know that for now, you're safe from her wrath.

He shakes his head, still looking frightened and disoriented. "No... I don't think so..." He whispers, sitting down heavily on the couch. "That was too close..." Tears begin to well up in his eyes once more as he curls into a ball, trying to hide from the memories that are flooding back to him.

You don't know what to do or say. You want to help him, but you're not sure how.

He looks up at you with a haunted expression, his eyes full of pain and confusion. "My name is Danny..." he whispers. "What about yours?"

Danny stares at you, his eyes widening in recognition. "X..." he whispers hoarsely. "I thought... I thought you were dead." Tears begin to flow freely down his face as he struggles to catch his breath.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure how much of your past you should share with him. But in the end, you know that honesty is the only way forward.

He listens intently as you tell your story, his expression growing more and more pained with each word. When you finish, there's a long silence between the two of you. Finally, he speaks up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

You shrug, trying to downplay it. "It's not your fault, man." But deep down, you know that in some ways, it is.

Danny's eyes widen in surprise as he sees the weapon in your hands. He reaches out tentatively to touch it, his fingers tracing the cold metal of the gun. "I had one like that..." he whispers, a distant look coming over his face. "It saved my life... so many times..."

There's an unspoken understanding between the two of you now. You both know what it's like to survive war, to carry its scars with you for the rest of your life.

As you come to consciousness, your senses are assaulted by the stench of blood and filth. You're chained to a wall in some kind of dungeon, with only flickering torchlight illuminating the darkness around you. Mightyena stands before you, naked except for a cruel grin on her face. Your heart races as you realize what she intends to do to you.

"No..." you whisper, struggling against your bonds futilely. "Please, not again..."

You feel Danny's gaze on you as Mightyena advances, her hips swaying sensually. You can see the terror in his eyes and feel the desperation in your own chest. The pain is already beginning to build inside of you, making it hard to breathe, much less think straight.

With a sudden surge of strength, you throw yourself against your chains, screaming through the gag for someone, anyone to help you.

You scream and thrash against Mightyena, your body arching helplessly as she forces herself onto you. Tears stream down your face as the pain grows more intense with every thrust. Danny watches in horror, his eyes wide with disbelief and fear for you. You can feel your sanity slipping away with each passing moment, replaced by a cold, numbing despair.

Eventually, Mightyena finishes, collapsing on top of you with a satisfied groan.

As Mightyena climbs off of you, she yanks the gag from your mouth, revealing bloody teeth marks on your lips. "There," she growls. "That should teach you not to talk to other people." Her words are like a knife twisting in your already wounded soul.

You look over at Danny, his body bruised and torn from his own struggles against the chains. Tears stream down his face unchecked as he watches you, helpless to do anything but bear witness to your suffering.

"

As Mightyena leaves the room to secure the door, you and Danny are left alone once more. You curl up into a ball in one corner of the dungeon, sobbing quietly as the pain and fear threaten to overwhelm you. Danny remains motionless for a moment before slowly making his way over to your side. He sits down beside you, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to place a shaking hand on your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry this happened," he whispers. "

You look up at Danny, your eyes filled with tears and pain. He nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of your words. For a long moment, the two of you sit together in silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they try to process the horrors that have befallen them.

Eventually, exhaustion overtakes both of you, and you drift off into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of a world where war and pain no longer exist.

You blink groggily as the harsh light of the torches assault your eyes. Mightyena looms over you, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Time for your daily 'exercise'," she says with a sneer. As if to emphasize her words, she grabs Danny roughly by his hair and yanks him into an upright position beside you.

You feel sick as Mightyena begins to touch both of you in the most intimate of ways, using your bodies for her own twisted pleasure.

As the hours drag on, Mightyena becomes more and more brutal in her assault. You try not to think about what she's doing, instead focusing on the pain itself as a way to numb your mind. Danny whimpers and cries out beneath her touch, his body trembling with each thrust.

Eventually, Mightyena seems satisfied and pulls away from you both. You collapse in exhaustion, unable to summon the strength to even care about what just happened.