He wasn't counting the times she came in. At least that's what he told himself as he relied on memories to count before she stopped. He hadn't remembered what she wore the first time or anytime after that, he just kept his eyes training on her face back to her limping stance and to the crutch. What a weird smooth-skin he thought as a grumble came out of his mouth. Who the hell would stay down here for as long as she did? If he had his way he would be out of this dump setting The Ninth Circle ablaze while Ahzrukhal's crippled legs, courtesy of Charon, were the only thing keeping him there to be burned alive. Charon smiled as he thought of the face Ahzrukhal would make while being crippled by his hands and burned alive. God did he hate the son-of-a-bitch more than anything in the wastes.
He hadn't realized anyone was talking to him until he saw the hand in front of his face waving. He quickly grabbed the wrist and pulled it towards the seat next to him as he pinned the poor soul to the seat, body laid upon the table in front of him and leaned over them. Making a note of how small and frail this person was he eased off them a little bit.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You weren't responding to me!" The female cried.
He was punched in the face before he could realize it was the girl he was just thinking about. He let the woman go and watched her as she slowly climbed off the table and to a standing position holding her wrist protectively against her chest, right between her supple breasts.
He was met with another punch and stiffened knowing who it was. The bar was empty except for him, the girl, and Ahzrukhal who was seething through his teeth yelling incoherent bullshit in Charon's face for treating someone the way he did without permission. Normally Ahzrukhal would brush this type of thing off but seeing as the vaulty was his best paying costumer he was livid. Charon also knew how he felt for the girl as he flirted and talked about what he would do to the woman when she had sauntered up the stairs. Disgusting perv.
"Who the fuck do you think you are putting your grubby hands on something meant to be mine!?" Ahzrukhal yelled pushing Charon's shoulders against the chair he remained on.
He noticed the horror struck look she had on her face when he said she was suppose to be his. Why was she here anyway? He thought back to the last time he saw her. She had thrust a beer in his direction and told him thank you, a fresh shade of pink forming its way onto her cheeks from the vodka she downed. No one had shown him kindness before let alone convinced Ahzrukhal to let them show him kindness. She had a way with people whether it was manipulation or pure talent and he made a mental note to keep his wits up around her while he grabbed the beer and sipped it. He waited, or more hoped, for her to turn around and leave him be to savor his beer in the quiet he desperately tried to keep around him. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself from going crazy in this shit hole. As if she read his mind she turned around and began to walk from him. He heard the thank you escape his lips before it even registered in his brain. He was shocked at himself and just kept the edge of the bottle against his lips as she stopped walking. He waited for her to turn around and ruin his quiet but she just kept walking towards the door and out of The Ninth Circle. That was weeks ago and now she was here horror struck as she watched Ahzrukhal punching Charon in the face.
"Stop! What are you doing!? Don't hit him like that!" She screamed but Ahzrukhal was blood thirsty for more. He wanted Charon to bleed as much as he wanted to shove the smooth-skin on the ground and fuck her like an animal.
"Charon..you.." He punched between words as blood formed on his knuckles.
"Worthless..piece..of..shit!" The last punch sent stars floating around Charon's eyes as he numbly took the beatings. He kept repeating the same words over and over again like a mantra, 'This is in your contract'.
Ahzrukhal stood there, blood running down his clenched fists to his sides, smiling like a crazed man as he finished his assault with a spit to Charon's face. He turned toward Mandy to tell her he was sorry Charon touched her when he was met with a glass bottle to his his head. It shattered with the extreme force and he toppled over landing into the shards below him. He wasn't dead. Far from it but at least she stopped his onslaught of abuse.
She looked over at Charon who was slowly leaning towards the left, eyelids hooded as he was unconscious. She leaped over Ahzrukhal body and found her way on Charon's side slowly lifting the ghoul up into a sitting position. She checked his body over to see if any damage was taken there before concluding most of it was in his face. She looked in his lidded eyes and began to roam his face for any signs of consciousness. None.
Gashes poured blood over his features and armor and cuts could be seen everywhere she looked. His skin had already become bruised and she cupped the side of his face with her hand to keep it from rubbing against his armor furthering the damage done. His body stiffened under the slight touch in his unconscious state, the touch so foreign and different from the harsh punches he'd just received.
She left go of his face and ran to the counter looking behind it for medical supplies and alcohol. She searched through everything before finding her way to the fridge in the back. Her face made a scowling expression when she picked up the chain and lock that was secured around the fridge like a vice. She sighed heavily and swung her head back to peer over over the counter to look at Ahzrukhal's body who was still very unconscious. She reluctantly walked back to it and swallowed the vomit that came up at the thought of touching him. She pushed it aside when she looked at Charon who needed help. She kept her mind busy as she tugged at Ahzrukhal old business wear wondering why she was so keen on helping the bodyguard ghoul when she barely knew him. Something in her brain just switched on and she began to move without thinking. Touching his face sent familiar feelings in her stomach which she chastised and tried her best to ignore.
She let a smile creep to her face when her hands felt the ring of keys he kept in his pants pocket. Making her way back to the fridge she unlocked it and threw the chains to the side opening it up and finding a safe inside, locked as well. She groaned and kicked the fridge before looking to the key ring and prodding every key in the safe before hearing the ka-chunk of it opening. She sighed in relief as she opened it up and found the medial supplies she needed and taking everything else as well.
She ran back to Charon who's face made it to his armor and blood started to dry against his skin. She grabbed a cloth and poured alcohol over it and ran it over his skin wincing as blood continued to poor out of gashes. His eyelids fluttered and she could see his face make scowls and grunts as she continued to clean his face. He was waking up. Fear filled in the pit of her stomach at the realization of what she did. She had hurt his employer and he was held by contract to protect him. If he woke up and saw his employer on the ground with her around she was sure he would lunge at her and she wouldn't be making it our alive. She quickly stopped the bleeding in as many places as she could and bandaged him up before roughly stabbing a stimpack in his neck and pressed the top. He grunted at the force of the stab but still made no move to hurt her so she assumed he was still unconscious, for now. She cleaned his armor for extra measure before stuffing what remained in the safe in her bag and running out the door to her room hearing the loud grunts and shifting of a chair behind her.