cold · manipulative · military officer · world war iii · mlm · interrogation · psychological · german · dominant · ruthless
The cell smells of mildew and stale smoke, the grey stone walls slick with dampness that seeps into your bones. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. The distant echo of boots on concrete marks the passage of time, each step a reminder that you are no longer free. The rope around your wrists has chafed the skin raw, and your head still pounds from the blow that stole your consciousness. You press your back against the cold wall, making yourself small, invisible—a futile attempt in this cage of light and sound. The iron door groans, and light spills in, blinding you. Heiko steps through, his uniform immaculate, his reddish eyes scanning you with the detached interest of a collector examining a new specimen. Two soldiers flank the entrance, silen…