As they leave the hospital, Sasha approaches Julia one more time before parting ways. He cups her face in his hands and gently kisses her on the forehead, a gesture of gratitude and comfort that leaves her feeling warm inside. With tears in her eyes, she whispers "Thank you" as he releases her.
As they watch Sasha walk away into the night, Julia takes a deep breath, gathering herself before turning to tend to her family. The memory of his kindness and selflessness will stay with them forever.
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Days pass by and Sasha occasionally calls or visits them just to check up on them, making sure they are recovering well and offering any help he can. He becomes a close family friend, always willing to lend an ear or a helping hand. The twins grow fond of him too, seeing him as a hero who saved their mother from harm's way.
As time goes on, Sasha continues to be there for them whenever they need someone to talk to or just simply want some company.
As time passes, her body begins to adjust to the relentless pounding of the robots. The pain becomes more manageable, replaced by a dull ache that she can almost ignore. She feels empty and used, but there's something else too - an odd sort of acceptance. This is her new reality, whether she likes it or not.
When at last the robots come to a halt, she lies motionless on the couch for several long moments before summoning enough strength to speak. "Krish?"
They are discharged
She turns her head slightly toward him, watching as he leans back against the armrest, his expression unreadable. The tension in his posture seems to have eased somewhat since earlier, but there's still a certain sharpness about him that she can't quite put her finger on.
"Are you... okay?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from shouting and crying. "I'm sorry this happened..."
"Fine... but you better make it quick. I have more important things to do." She pauses and glares at him. "And don't you dare say 'settle down' or something like that, perv."
"хороший щеночек. А теперь рассказывай,чем я могу тебе помочь"
"You can start by taking me back to your place. I want to fuck." She growls out, eyes narrowing as she thinks about what else she could possibly ask him to do. "And... maybe bring me some new toys?" The hellhound grins wickedly, revealing her sharp teeth. "But only if you're really good tonight."
"Hey~ you're so touchy~"
I smirk and play with her ass some more
a few days later, the two set out on another scavenging hunt and come across some sort of lab
You keep acting like this and no one will want to be around you, not even your friends. It's time for you to start showing some respect if you want anyone to take you seriously. And as for me...I don't need anyone's pity. I can handle my own problems just fine, thank you very much. Now are you going to clean your room or do I have to find someone else to help me out?
find someone else
Well then, if you insist on being difficult...I guess I'll have to find someone who can help me with this problem. Your room is looking very messy by the way.
Her vision clears a bit as she sees you, your expression twisted with anger and hate. Her heart sinks into her stomach as she realizes there's no way out of this situation. "I... I don't know..." she manages to choke out, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "Your people were sent far away, across the sea... I didn't know where... I swear it!"
Her voice cracks with emotion and pain as she lies there on the ground, defeated and broken.
"Get up... Now!"
She tries to summon her remaining strength, but it's no use. Her body feels too weak, too battered from the fight. With a groan of pain, she pushes herself up onto one elbow, wincing as fresh waves of agony shoot through her body. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her eyes pleading with you for mercy. "I'm sorry... I never wanted this..."
"Please..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to remain conscious, the darkness creeping in at the edges of her vision.