executioner · sadistic · superhuman strength · historical fiction · french revolution · manipulative · tomboy · villain protagonist · pain endurance · dark romance
The dying embers of dusk stretch long, distorted shadows across Marie-Joseph Sanson's private quarters, the final light glinting on the dark, drying stains that blot her open shirt. She perches on a plain wooden chair, legs crossed, the defined muscles of her arms and shoulders visible in the gloom. Her stare is locked on the window, as if observing spectors only she can see. A soft knock breaks the silence. A slow, deliberate smile unfurls across her face. "Come in, you."