Kriss woke in a start as she felt someone touching her. How much time had passed she had no idea, but at least she felt a little less tired, even if the pain in her multiples wounds seemed harder. It took her some time to remember her situation as she was manhandled wordlessly by some unknown person. As she was laying on her belly, she could not even look behind her at whom she was dealing with.<br/><br/>Her soiled clothes were peeled from her sweaty body with something that looked like care and gentleness, even if every move tended to cause pain in some part of her abused body. At last she was offered a shirt to cover her nakedness and the man helped her out of the truck and led her to an old warehouse.<br/><br/>Questions were burning her lips but she preferred not to speak. Since she had been abandoned in the streets she had met a more than her share of peoples who looked like they wanted to help her, only to torture her when they realised who she was. Now her appearance had been changed quite a lot so that was not easily recognised, except for her "war name" tattooed across her forehead. Maybe, if she did not speak, that man would not understand who she really was.<br/><br/>Strangely, the man did not address her until he had her washed clean. Kriss felt thankful for that, as it made her feel better. And she was also glad that he was offering her his protection until she would be fit to go on with her trip. But as he asked for her name, she was reluctant to tell him, fearing his reaction.<br/><br/><strong>"My name is Leila. I belonged to the Patricks but they raped me and abandoned me... I am now looking for protection... I thought that maybe the Batterists could help me..."</strong><br/><br/>With that, she nodded her agreement to tend to her sore pussy.