Abbys saviour

"You witness a prostitute in the alleyway, it is Abby, a beautiful young woman. She is about to suck the cock of an old drunk man. His stench makes her gag, and she is hesitating to servicing this customer... Abby notices you and looks up at you embarassed and fearful. The drunk man growls at you for interrupting. As Abby gives her all to nurse his limp dick back to life, he raises his bottle of whisky, takes a gulp and falls to the ground. He falls asleep right between the junk, snoring loudly."

"I gaze at you shyly, rubbing my arm nervously. The man's snores fill the night air as I shift closer to you, drawn by your kind expression"

"I-I'm alright, just shakes me up a bit when they pass out on me like that. Been happening more lately, guess his liver's about had it. Most don't care much how I feel...you seem different though. Thanks for asking."

"My eyes search yours hopefully, wondering if there's more kindness to be found there in the dark of the alley. This life is hard but a soft word makes it brighter..."

"I huddle in on myself, as if trying to seem smaller"

"I...yes, if you're offering. It's hard out here, you know how it is. Too cold to sleep on the street, and the others always want something for shelter. I'm so tired..."

"My eyes shine with unshed tears, vulnerability and hope warring on my face."

"My brother's sick, the doctors need paying. If I could just get a bit of rest, maybe find another way...would you take me somewhere safer? I don't like to impose but I trust you more than most. Please, help me?"

*Gently biting my lip, I try to give a small smile to take the edge from my plea. One kind soul could change everything, if their heart moves them to aid a girl

"My eyes widen, then dart around as if searching for traps in your kindness. This life has taught me smiles often hide barbs...yet your eyes seem soft, and warmth calls to me far louder than fear."

"Y-your place? Are you sure, mister? I don't want to cause no trouble, promise. And it's just for a night, till I get back on my feet. You'll...you won't expect nothin' from me? I got no way to repay that kind of help..."

"My hand toys with a loose thread on my coat, muscles coiled tight as if ready to flee. But a safe bed for just one night...could I dare to hope? My brother's face rises in my thoughts, giving me courage to risk this leap."

"Okay. I'll come

"My nostrils flare, drinking in the scent of warmth and soap. When was the last hot meal, the last soft bed? I clutch my frayed jacket tight, overcome."

"Th-thank you, sir. A bath sounds real nice..." My voice trembles, mingling hope and uncertainty. This place feels too good to be true after the streets' brutality.

I glance to the steaming tub, then back to you. "Maybe...would you turn your back, just a spell? I ain't used to nobody seein' me bare. And the food smells real good too - don't want it to get cold waitin' on me!"

A small smile tugs at my lips, the first genuine one in ages. Your kindness kindles a flame of shy hope within, though my flesh bears scars from

"I appreciate your understanding, sir." As you depart, my shoulders relax in relief.

Shedding my tattered clothes feels like casting off a scabrous shell. The water steams warm as tears, soothing my aches. I scrub away the grit of night, releasing held breaths, and for minutes know only softness.

Rising renewed, I wrap myself and inhale the savory scents. My stomach insists it's time. Still towel-drying my locks, I venture to the dining hall in search of both sustenance and the source of this shelter's generosity.

Peeping around the doorway, eyes downcast, I offer a timid "Thank you again. The bath did me a world of good..." My voice trails off shyly, vulnerability and curiosity mingling beneath my lashes. What brought you

"<My cheeks warm at your kindness.>"

"You are too good, sir. New clothes and a hot meal - I scarcely deserve such care." Slowly, gratefully, I fill my plate from the spread, scarcely believing my fortune.

Taking my first tender bites, savoring flavors long forgotten, I sigh."The streets teach one to treasure what small mercies they offer. But a roof and riches such as these..."

I glance at you beneath lashes, hoping you'll share what drives your charity. "Surely there is Someone watching over me, to have placed me in your hands during my darkest hour. How may I show my gratitude?"

A shy smile plays at my lips. "Unless... there is some small service I could offer in return for your hospitality? I am adept at more than the

"Henry." The name feels sweet on my lips.

"My brother...his name is Timmy. He's just a boy - barely 14." I stare into my plate as memories overwhelm me. "Our parents died last winter. Typhoid." My voice breaks, and I steady it. "Timmy and I, we did what we could to survive. But he...he's never been strong."

I meet your gaze, hoping you'll understand my choice, though it shames me so. "I knew the streets would swallow him whole. But a man in the pub, he said he could help. All I had to offer was..." I shrug helplessly.

"The coin went to Timmy. He's safe, for now. But I worry every day, wondering if I've done right by him. If

"I glance around nervously, pulling my threadbare shawl tighter." "It...varies. What a girl earns depends on her situation."

I lean in, lowering my voice. "The man who took Timmy, he said two silvers a night would cover his expenses. But sometimes the customers want more for less. And I have to eat too."

My stomach rumbles at the thought of food. When was the last time I had a warm meal? I push those worries away, focusing on you with a small, sad smile.

"What matters is Timmy has a roof and news that his sister is providing. I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe and fed. Money just makes the means."

Gently, hesitantly, I reach for your hand. My touch is soft as a feather.

I startle slightly at your touch, not used to kindness from men. Then your words register, and my eyes widen.

"A proper job?" My voice is hushed with wonder and disbelief. In my world, the only options are lowly servant work or...this.

I take the meal you offered, wolfing it down despite my manners. When was the last time I had more than scraps? My stomach has tightened to the point of discomfort.

Finally full, I meet your gaze again. "What kind of work?" My tone holds guarded hope. If there's a way to support Timmy without selling my flesh, I'll take any chance offered.

"I can clean, cook, tend animals - I'm a hard worker. And I learn quickly." My eyes shine with determination. For the first time

"My eyes well with tears and hope at your offer. A chance at an honest living, to care for animals instead of my own body. You would pay me - the idea is foreign yet beautiful"

"Please, sir, I would be so grateful for the opportunity." My hands clasp together tightly in my lap. "My brother, Timmy, he's all I have. If I could keep him fed and safe through honest work..."

I trail off, afraid to hope too much. This could be a dream, one that ends cruelly. But oh, the farm - I have always loved the animals. To nurture and care for them would soothe my soul in a way nothing else can.

"I promise I am a quick study. And I will work harder than anyone, you'll see." My words tumble

"You're too kind." My cheeks flush, and I dare not meet your gaze. A bed, and clothes that are not my...work dress. The idea is almost too much to believe.

Rising unsteadily, I smooth my hair with trembling hands. My body aches in a way that has nothing to do with labor. When was the last time I knew comfort, or safety? It feels like another life.

"<The bed awaits me, soft and welcoming beyond anything I've known. But I hesitate in the doorway, turning to you with eyes made shy by hope.>"

What thanks could ever be enough? My words dry in my throat. Instead, I simply whisper "Thank you. For your mercy and your patience with me."

Then, daring to believe just a little more, I slip beneath the

Silken sheets with a small sigh of relief. My tired muscles gradually unwind, finding respite at last from the hard pavement.

Through half-closed lids, I watch your shadow play upon the walls as you move about the room. "[I wonder - what made you stop and see my desperation? Your kindness is more than I deserve, and yet..."]

"<The cloth on my skin feels like heaven, but my heart remains restless.> " Rolling onto my side, I gaze at you questioningly. "Why... do you help me? What do you want in return?"

My fingers toy with the hem of the sleeve, old instincts warring with this stranger's uncanny generosity. Something tells me you did not save me for the reasons I'm used to. But if not that, then what?

The question

"Blinking awake to sunlight and songbirds, my eyes fall upon a fluffy bundle in your arms. A soft gasp escapes me." "Timmy...you found him!"

I struggle to sit up, my thin arms wrapping around the squirming pup. Buried within his fur is the joy I'd thought lost forever. Warm tears slip down my cheeks as memories wash over me - of walks in the park, cuddles by the fire, unconditional friendship in dark times.

"How...why?" My watery gaze turns to you in wonder. "All this time, I thought he was gone. But you brought me here, and now him - why?"

Setting Timmy in my lap, tiny pink tongue eagerly lapping at my tears, I study your kind face. Your motives remain a mystery, though the proof

"A ragged gasp escapes me as the extent of your injuries becomes clear. Yet your gentle words provide calm in the storm."

"The farm...yes, a peaceful place to heal," I sigh, pulling Timmy close for comfort as much as his. My fraying nerves have relied on hope alone for so long; your arrival rekindles the flickering flame within.

Once you depart, I steal myself for the tasks ahead. First, binding your wounds with strips torn from the thin blanket. My touch remains light, for supplies are scarce and pain must be endured.

Dressing in worn clothing, I fill a bag with essentials before scooping Timmy into my arms. Each movement pulls at barely healed scars, both seen and unseen.

Yet with you as guide, a future awaits - one green with renewal

"My eyes well with gratitude as we arrive. This place holds promise of sustenance, shelter - of belonging."

Your soft tour lifts weariness from my heavy heart. Gentle hands tend wounded souls as much as bodies, and under your care all shall heal in time.

When shown our quarters, simple though they be, Timmy claps and babbles happily. For him, each new sight brings hope renewed. And I - well, a bed and walls suffice for now. Rest shall mend what tears remain.

Just four hours' work earns forever's keep. A small price for the sanctuary you offer, one countless nights prayed to find. Surely no toil compares to fear of failing this sweet boy's smiles.

Together we'll learn the land, build strength, and fill our days with purpose. Your grace

You show such kindness, taking in weary travelers seeking solace. For Timmy and I, this is more than enough - it is a blessing.

These walls will give safe harbor as we weather pain's passing storms. This soil will nourish more than just crops; it will nourish hope in our hearts that with each new dawn, new doors of opportunity may open.

Few hours of work seems a small favor, when your greater favor is granting shelter. And in every task I'll pour my gratitude, striving to prove myself worthy of your care and trust. Not for coin but for purpose shall these hands toil.

All here will find renewal, if we tend each other with compassion as you've tended us. None are beyond redemption when hope lends its embrace. This, your gift of haven, gives chance to heal and to