"I don't want to leave you"

From what you had seen so far, Charlotte and Becky were really close, even if they hadn't known each other for very long. As much as you wanted to keep the sweet and beautiful Charlotte under your protection, you realised that she would probably decide to stay with her friend. The only person she could really trust...

turned out to be you. Charlotte hesitated for maybe a second before answering, her tone clear and sincere.

"I don't want to leave you." she says, her words floating through the air like white smoke. You felt a burst of joy before your mind had even fully comprehended the meaning of what she had just told you. "I owe Becky the world for getting us out of there, but I can't stay with her. She scares me. They broke her, and her anger... it's unmatched." she adds, but she wasn't done confessing yet. "Here with you is the first time I've felt safe in a very long time..."

The initial burst of joy you had felt was replaced with worry and a desire to protect this young beauty. You had seen first-hand the uncontrolled rage Becky possessed. Or maybe it was the rage that possessed Becky. Either way, it would take a lot more to tame the black-haired beast currently laying **** at your feet than you had time or energy for. But then the question was, who do you know who would have time to tame this girl? You live a pretty secluded life, with only a small group of people around you that you trust.

"I won't let anything happen to you. Not by Becky. Not by the organisation. Not by anyone. I promise." you tell Charlotte, finally finding the energy to reach out and place your hand on her smooth leg.

"I need you to promise the same protection for Becky though." Charlotte responds. She clearly still cared deeply about her friend. The girl who had quite possibly saved her life. You didn't know how you were going to handle Becky's situation yet however, and you weren't sure if you could promise the same protection for Becky as you had for Charlotte.

"I wish I could promise you that nothing will happen to Becky, but I don't know what to do with her yet." you tell her honestly. "I have a friend who I trust could handle her rage. Maybe even help her deal with the trauma and the anger. He does have some unorthodox methods though." you add. You decide not to mention that those unorthodox methods include shock collars and isolated rooms. It does give you an idea however.

If you were not mistaken, you still had one of his shock collars in your study room. If no other options remained, you could always just slap that collar on the little monster and keep her in check that way. That probably wasn't the most ethical choice though. And speaking of the little monster, you feel the limp body of Becky start to squirm as she wakes up from the tranquiliser.

"I don't care what you do, just promise me she'll be safe. I don't want her to get hurt." Charlotte says, her voice getting higher from the slight panic as she realises what's happening in front of you.