He's in a hellish state. Rolo can't move, but it's not because he doesn't want to. He's tied up, and his whole body is weak. He can hardly keep conscious, both from the searing pain and from the blood loss he's endured, from wounds and being fucked raw and way too hard. His chest and hips have claw-marks in them, and it looks like he had been in a
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She wasn't sure if her interference would be appreciated but there's only one way to find out. Rin's fingers knocked lightly against the door frame, voice wavering with uncertainty and worry while she kept her gaze from looking straight at him. "Excuse me, are you in need of help?"
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He didn't know what to say or do around the stranger. He couldn't do anything, and she was trying not to look at him from what he could make out. He tried sitting up more, but it didn't happen. He could speak, although his voice was hoarse. It was painful, but it was something. Rolo bit back his stubbornness and irritation at himself for needing help from someone who looked weaker than him. But it'd be something.
"Help," he said hoarsely. He tried clearing his throat as his voice died at the end of the mono-syllabic word.
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Once she was standing beside the bed she dropped them all on the floor. Save for the bottom blanket, which she draped over him. Carefully she took one of his hands into hers. "My name's Rin. I'm no doctor, but I'll do what I can, ok?"
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He should have thought himself thankful that it was someone benevolent who saw him, rather than someone like Gunji. He didn't want to say he was thankful, though. He was too prideful for that. He'd appreciate Rin's kindness mentally.
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Remembering how another of his attempted rescues had backfired, the ex-SOLDIER hesitates in the doorway. He doesn't want to be attacked or seduced again. But he can't very well just walk away from someone who is hurt and upset. His honor and his heart would hurt for it. This kid obviously needed help.
Choosing to block the door with one boot, as was his usual form of entrance in this place, Angeal quietly enters the room, trying to move slowly so that the young man on the bed could see him. "Not here to hurt you. Just want to help," he murmurs, knowing his large, muscular form could seem imposing to some people.
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It didn't matter if he was there to help, he thinks. He couldn't move no matter what the man was here for. He looks away, still rather uncertain about the stranger in the room. He wants to be rescued, but he'd rather not speak at the moment. It would hurt too much.
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Poor guy. The blood was everywhere, and with the collar and chain, there was probably a good chance that the damage done had been more than just physical. Angeal hummed softly.
Introductions could wait until this person was dressed. For now, freeing him was most important. Well, freeing him and covering him from prying eyes. Carefully, Angeal flipped the red silken covers up to hide Rolo from view.
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Rolo looked down when the silk covers were used to hide the damage done to him. He appreciated that. He hated being looked at by passerby who were to afraid to come in. He didn't want him staring at his wounds, either. It would just humiliate him further.
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