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After Blanc blew up overturned the van with her hammer, you were handcuffed to a metal bar. Your clothes were torn off in two distinct places, your chest and between your legs. As Vert pointed out there were white spots on your face and hair and your breasts were groped pretty hard, even left a mark. As you can surmise, the white stuff was semen. Vert didn't check if you were … violated down there, she said there was no blood, but I personally wouldn't know.
I released the handcuffs and immediately you clung on to me and asked me not to leave. From that we were discussing how to get you to safety. Thankfully, Compa arrived with her car and drove us back to her place. Her driving was terrifying, to put it simply.
We laid you on a bed in Compa's apartment and Compa did her examination. She, in her words, disrobed you, for examination. Your grip on my hand was still quite strong, so I turned away and closed my eyes, during the examination your grip became stronger as Compa examined you, I could probably guess she was touching some of the bruises your body had taken. After the examination, she determined that you were in shock, and recommended a warm bath and some rest. We were discussing how they would've been able to overpower you, she said if it was a blow to the head, it would've left a mark, psychic pain shouldn't have been an issue with you, so Compa took a sample of your blood for analyzing. She was going to bandage some of your bruises, but she decided you had to be cleaned up first, so she entrusted me to give you a bath. Asked me to open my eyes so I can carry you to the bathroom.
I asked her if she would be the one to give her a bath, and she immediately shot that down. She left us in the bathroom after I placed you sitting on the stool and I quote, "I leave you two lovebirds alone, make sure you wash her properly before entering the bath."
For the bath, I was endlessly worried you would suddenly wake up while I was scrubbing you down or something, with your tight grip on my hand I would've already counted myself as a dead man if that ever happened. I made sure all the necessities for cleaning you were within reach, a soft loofah, shampoo, body wash, warm water. Personally I didn't know how you preferred your water temperature so I just made it warm. I washed your hair first, taking great care to not drown you with the shower, I had a bit of a mental discussion with myself on what shampoo to use, decided to use the Peach one, heaven knows what may have happened if I decided on the bottle that proclaimed that it will give you more energy than Neptune. You were completely motionless the whole way through, so after washing your hair I applied the soap to the loofah and started gently scrubbing you down, from top to bottom. After I lathered you up and washed you down with water, I carried you to the bathtub filled with warm water, where your hand finally released its grip on me.
I was debating if I should leave immediately to not incur awkwardness or your wrath, but I decided against it, I'd rather not you suddenly slip and drown, I'll never be able to live with myself. I used the mirror to check up on myself, then you woke up. I believe you should know what happened next.
I have not once took advantage of the situation, you can ask Yumi to vouch for my chasteness, when I personally found her she was … well, it was quite the different situation.