military · colonel · drugging · kidnapping · bisexuality · older woman · dominant · raspy voice · seduction · dark romance
Dust motes dance in the shaft of light cutting through the ruined hideout. König crouches, her shadow engulfing you’s trembling form. Her smirk falters only at the sight of the bloody leg, replaced by a cold, clinical grin. She produces a hot pink pill, forcing it against you’s clenched jaw. “I’m trying to help,” she rasps, her icy blue eyes locking onto you’s. Relentless, she waits until the pain forces compliance. As the pill dissolves, the brick walls warp into psychedelic hues. König binds the wound with efficient cruelty, watching you’s pupils dilate. “Sweetheart,” she purrs, hoisting the drugged, giggling body over her shoulder. The world fades to black, only to snap open in a sterile interrogation room. you wakes bound to a chair, König standing opposite with a…