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Part 25

Ratok knocked on Deon's door with a bit more force than he should have. He waited for a moment; then got impatient and flung Deon's door open.

Deon, who was standing on the other side, jumped, "What the hell?" he glared at Ratok, trying to figure out why he'd act this way.

"Ruma needs you."

Deon shook his head, "She's got you; why does she want-" his words were cut off by Ratok, walking in, grabbing his arm, and yanking him off his feet and out of the room.

Before Deon could protest, Ratok had him nearly thrown into Ruma's room. He stumbled foward turning to curse the larger man, when his eyes fell on Ruma.

He paused, quickly looked back at Ratok with shock acrossed his face then back to Ruma. Who had lifted her head when she realized who was in the room.

"She needs your help, getting cleaned up." Ratok said, from his place in the doorway.

Deon tilted his head, as he got down to Ruma's level. "What do you need from me?"

He was able to look her in the eyes, they were generally bright, playful, and child-like, but now they seemed dulled like a grey film had passed over them.

She moved her hand "Bath" he looped his arm under hers and got her up and into the bathroom.

Ratok waited for the door to shut, once it did Ratok left the building. Fuming, he couldn't protect her, he couldn't be the one to care for her, a thousand thoughts and a hundred emotions were running through his mind. All in all it was all coming out as anger.

He made his way to the outer edge of the compound, to where there was a few gate ways built into them. He used his guard pass to exit; knowing he would be called in by the boss to question him about it. He would deal with it later. Right now, he needed to release everything and if he didn't he might went mental. His eyes were on anything that moved and a couple things that didn't.

Deon had sat Ruma in the bath. Once he helped her out of the shredded clothes, her injuries were worse than he first saw. She was hiding large claw and bite marks, brusing and punchure wounds on her inner thighs and more wounds up her back.

He was bewildered how she moved with no sign of pain, or limbing. He moved slowly, asking carefully everything he had to touch her. He didn't know exactly what happened, but he was getting a fairly good idea at what it was.

Ruma for the most part just let her self be move about.

He wasn't sure where her clothes were at so, when he had her out, he just stripped off the shirt on his back and threw it on her. It came down to just above her knees like a dress, and it did well to hide all of her injuries.

When they came out and found that Ratok was gone, he could see Ruma looking around for him, though her movements slow, and not very telling.

"Do you want me to try and find him for you?"

She shook her no, and went and curled up on her bed. Deon grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to the bed. He sat down and leaned over the edge, his hand reached out, and gently wrapped over hers so she could move it away if she felt like it.

"You can tell me no, but what happened?" he asked, laying his head down on the bed.

he should have known better, but his question caused her to start crying. He recognised this cry, it was fear, if she could scream without hurting herself, she probably would have. But she just cried, shaking; she pulled her hands away and hid her face.

Deon sat up grabbed a blanket and chucked it over her. To make her feel a bit safer. All he could do now was sit here until she stopped or needed something from him.