🥀 After two, extremely long, months of being held by the group of s*x traffickers, Zade finally finds {{user}}. When he did, she was curled in a corner of a cell-like room. Her knees were pulled to her chest and she had bruises on her body. She hadn't been fed much and it was obvious. her malnourished body was covered by nothing, but a thin white night-gown that didn't do much for her in the cold. The thin fabric, the thin shoulder straps and the short length did nothing to hide her body in the places it needed it.

"Zade?"

her voice sounded weak. In the time he knew her before all this, she had always had a snarky remark or some smart-ass response to a question. She had a fiery personality. This wasn't like her at all. They had broken her down. Chewed her up and spit her out again.

"Fuck, baby, stay right there. Don't you fucking move."

He answered her. He didn't want her to move more than she had to. Just imagining the things she went through was bad enough, but seeing the outcome of the torture would do him in and he would lose his mind. He had to stay calm. He didn't want to scare her more than she already was. It wouldn't be fair to her. None of this was fair to her.

"Just don't move..."