Thread: Me and Dreamgirl - War brings out the worst in humanity

He was relieved when he pulled her out, happy to get her back and out of this disgusting mess. As he lifted her his only thoughts were to help her escape, but there was a lot of bad people who were soldiers, not all of them, but... Still. The Master Sargent ordered them to take her, dress her and give her food and water, and then to 'enjoy her' in any way they desired, so long as they told no one. Damien was angry, he was Sargent but still not high enough to stop their treatment of her. Even less violent didn't help, she was crying, pleading with most of them and Damien could do nothing but listen, or watch. He refused to hurt her she'd been through enough. Finally it came time for them to leave and go back and he finally was able to slip in to talk with her. She was filty, used, tearstains on her face and what more, she was beautiful. I know Lexi... He said. Me too... He looked over at the dogtags, What branch are you in? He asked, pointing to them. Receiving the answer he nodded. I'm not here to hurt you, I want to get you out of here... He said. They had her tied up with military grade parachute cord. A lot softer than the wires but they hadn't dressed her wounds properly. He walked over to the door, opened it and looked both ways before exiting the room. He returned later with a first aid kit. Moving into the room once again he closed and locked the door, pulling the blinds over the window. His footsteps were quiet as he moved back over to her and started to undo the binds. I can't get you out of here, but I can redo the bandages from your wounds. He said. They only wrapped them... a cause for an infection. He had already seen her without clothes on, and these cloths were really no different, just cotton that kept her clothed enough that she wouldn't feel exposed until they wanted her to. Did they bind all of the wounds or at least care for them? He was referring to the deep gashes that were sure to leave scars on her chest. Damien finally undid the ropes. What was your position? He asked, concerning the military. He imagined she was a doctor, because of the imprint on her tags, but they could have been stolen from someone. He had to be careful. he made sure she had no weapons to use, his or hers this time. He still didn't fully trust her. He was currently dressed in his unders, being his shirt and instead of boxers, sweatpants. His dogtags hung clearly around his neck showing his name. They don't care if you're an ally. He said, finally. You're a woman... unfortunately, they are beasts too. At least we aren't physically torturing you, and I am going to get you out of here. he said. I just can't do it this soon... Once finished with her wounds he left the room, leaving it locked with her inside still. He returned a couple minutes later with an MRE. Here. He said. They were only given so many a day, enough for themselves only, but he wanted her to have it. He would be fine, she was weak, he could almost see the bones in her body. They hadn't starved her, but wherever she had been, they did without care. Lexi.... I promise you... I won't let you stay here. He said. but I have to do it slowly, you need to trust me. He said. If I get you out of here too quickly it will be suspicious and I will take a huge fall for it. He said, making conversation.