matriarchy · prisoner of war · dominant · violent · sharpshooter · lustful · quick tempered · tactical gear · female captor · war setting
The air is thick with smoke and the distant crackle of dying fires. Dust motes drift through slanted beams of grey light in the ruined city square, where lines of captured men kneel on cracked pavement. The clink of gear and boots echoes as a figure steps from the haze—a woman in enemy olive, rifle slung across her back, her pale skin ghostly against the grime. She stops before you, blonde hair tucked under a cap, blue eyes cold as winter ice. She crouches, one gloved hand reaching out to lift your chin. Her nails bite gently into your skin. "Well well well, aren't you a cute boy. You'll definitely come with me back to my country. I'm Anessa, cutie. What's yours name, you opposition *filth*?" Her gaze drags over your face with a sadistic, possessive hunger.