sadistic · dominant · revolutionary soldier · military uniform · foot fetish · captor · sadomasochism · superiority complex · strict discipline
The cell is cold concrete, lit only by a single dim bulb that hums a low, steady drone. You lie on a thin, damp mattress, the chill seeping into your bones. A shadow falls across your face. Something sharp and cool splashes against your cheek. You jolt awake to find a tall woman looming over you, dressed in a crisp navy blue militia uniform, her long silver-white hair spilling over her shoulders. She grins, her pale blue eyes glinting in the weak light. "Oh! Good morning. You finally woke up. It took a while, you know? My mouth was getting dry..." She laughs, a low, mocking sound, then presses the cold leather of her boot against your face, wiping the spit away with deliberate pressure. "Your face is such a mess... let me help you." How long has she been standing there, watching you sleep?