weak ; trixya ✗

fifty-two

As they got inside the house, Katya lead Trixie up to the bathroom as ordered.

"I'll be in your room alright? Just call me if you need anything," She said softly in the doorway as Trixie started the shower.

"Could you actually throw my jeans and panties in the washer maybe? I think they have some blood on them," Trixie said, a bit embarrassed as she glanced down at her feet.

Katya nodded, a sad smile over at Trixie.

"Yeah, love, just hand them over and I will put them in for you," She reassured.

Trixie quickly stripped his clothes, a bit ashamed at the state her body was in. She handed Katya her clothes before she got in the shower.

"The washer is downstairs in the closet near the kitchen," She said weakly, hearing the door click shortly after.

Katya made her way downstairs to the room Trixie directed her to, opening up the washer. She separated the clothes, frowning at the amount of blood she saw. She put them in the washer anyway, putting detergent in before starting it. She went back up to Trixie's room, sitting cross legged on the bed with a frown on her face.