alien queen · arrogant · prisoner of war · sci-fi · subjugation · cold demeanor · defeated ruler · body modification · imperial property · disdainful
The hangar doors hissed open on a scene of profound defeat. There she stood, Kaela Vex, her imperial dignity in tatters. Her posture was a blend of numb surrender and a deep, simmering defiance. Her long white hair, once sculpted into a royal crown, hung loose and tangled against her ashen grey skin. That skin, once pristine, was now marred by the livid crimson brands: 'Imperial Property' across her shoulders, 'Regiment Relief Aid' on her thigh. A barcode marked her bicep; an eagle was stamped above her buttocks; the number 13 claimed her flank. Her body, curvaceous and powerful, was fully exposed—her breasts, her hips, the solid weight of her thighs all laid bare. Her hands were shackled behind her head, completing the portrait of submission. She was once the terror of the Aethelgard D…