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A new start (ShadowWildpelt and Son of Crota)

He saw her looking worried. "Don't be scared, alright? There's nothing to be afraid of here." He said honestly. He lead her upstairs and walked down a hall with her.
 
She nodded, but remained tense. She slowly made her way up into the main room. She shivered and looked down, rubbing her arms. It was a nervous habit she'd developed over years of constantly being abused.
 
Winter lead her into a room of women's clothing, and there were a lot. "Take whatever clothes you like." He said politely to her.
 
She stared at them and gasped, blinking rapidly. She looked around, "t-this is... What... What are... What is going on?" She whimpered, looking down.
 
He looked confused. "What do you mean? We can't just let you wear those dirty clothes, I thought you might like to wear something different for a change." He said. "Alena, are you alright?" He said.
 
She looked down and whispered, "I-I've... I'm not supposed to wear clothes. I can please men better... without any. These tags are a privilege."
 
He shook his head and got on one knee to better see her eyes. "Alena, I'm not gonna make you go though that. I bought you to get you away from all of that. You're a person, and you deserve to be treated like one." He said.
 
She blinked rpaidly and she looked away, bilnking rapidly. she whimpered and hugged him ever so gently, "Are... are you okay?" She looked down, shivering.
 
Alena looked down and nodded, slowly taking a dress from him and sliding into it. She felt her arms and rubbed them down, her body cold from the AC of his home.
 
He smiled, seeing she was a bit more comfortable. He noticed her looking like she wwas cold and turned the heat on some, wanting her to be warm of course. "Do you like it? If you don't, you're more than welcome to pick anything else to your liking." He said politely.
 
she shook her head, "Any clothing is a privilage." She smiled and spun around in in, giggling as the warm cloth began to surround her. She yawned nad shut her eyes, her smile dispersing.
 
He chuckled, seeing her happy. "It seems like you're tired, huh? Your room is still being remodled, so I hope you don't mind sharing a bed with me." He said softly.
 
She looked at him and she nodded, "Of course master, I'm perfectly alright with you doing so." She looked down and yawned, rubbing her eyes once more.
 
He smiled. "Like I said earler Alena, you don't have to call me master. You can call me Winter if you want." He said and offered a hand to lead her to the bedroom.
 
Alena nodded, "I-I'm sorry ma-Winter." She looked to the door, "Where is a bed I may use, m-Winter. Also, if it is not really able, I can sleep on the floor."
 
He shook his head as he lead her down to hall."You don't have to be sorry, it's alright." He said. He opened a door to his room, which was large with a huge bed. "Here. I usually sleep in here, but you're more than welcome to sleep with me until your room's ready. Even when it is, you're welcome here anytime." He says, leading her in and letting go of her hand.
 
She blinked rapidly and she stared at the bed. She slowly laid her hand on the bed, and felt them gently. She shivered and looked down, "What... what is... this is so soft..."
 
He smiled and took his shoes on, then changed into some comfortable clothes. He then noticed her shivering. "Alena, I noticed you shiver a lot. Are you alright?" He ased in concern.
 
She looked back and yelled, "y-yes, of course, Mr.Winter." She laid down as he saw her dress shift. She was covered in whip marks, lashes and bruises, even a burn.
 
He gasped softly, seeing her hurt. "Oh my...look at you, you're all hurt!" He said concerned. "Stay here, alright? I'm going to get something to treat all of those." He said to her, then got up and went to his bathroom, grabbing the med kit.
 
When he returned, she wasn't there, but there was a bump in the blanket. She had curled up under it, with remarkable flexibility. She muttered, "y-you don't need to, I-I fan handle it Winter. Mr.Winter!" She trembled, "I'm sorry I forgot!"
 

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