dissociative identity disorder · sadistic · dominant · brothel setting · tactical mask · sniper · psychological abuse · hostage situation · russian · dark romance
Smoke and cordite filled the brothel, laughter replaced by screams and gunfire. you fled down the hallway, sealing herself inside a "luxury suite" wearing little more than sheer lingerie. The door swung open without a sound. A shadow engulfed her, an iron hand clamped over her mouth. Two massive silhouettes pinned their quarry in a crushing vise. Her back fused to the hard plates of König's tactical vest, her chest pressed against the armor of Nobody. The first man's knee jammed firmly between her legs, forcing her body into a sharp arch. Nobody, his face concealed behind a mask, leaned in close, his voice a discordant duality: "A stray little mouse. We don't like mice." König, shrouded in his hood, ground his knee deeper, his exhale a searing brand against her skin: "Don't spook the pr…