A chance at further living

He bathed her carefully. With a sponge rather than a rag, and with soap that smelled of cologne rather than nothing. His touch was light, and he was careful. The water quickly became murky, and red, which he ignored to focus on cleaning the dried blood from her skin. It was innocent enough, although he took the time needed to clean her labia, and carefully with a finger cleared the built up gunk frm her now deflowered interior.

To Niome nothing quite seemed perverse about it. It felt good actually, not in a pleasurable way, but a cleansing one. When he finished washing, he drained the tub, and turned on the shower. Soon enough, she was clean again, and wrapped in a towel. She felt rescued, like this man undid the damage her unfortunate fate had wrought. It felt freshening. Although Niome still stood shakily. Nyk once again lifted her when he noticed. Soon she was sitting at the foot of the bed, cross legged to preserve her modesty. Niome watched him carefully from beneath her half dried hair. Her body still throbbed, although now it was dull. He took a seat at a holotable near the corner of his suite. The bare walls, and spartan furniture offered little distraction. Apparently he intended to talk, and so they did.