sadistic · dominant · femdom · military · torture · angry · tomboy · prisoner of war · interrogation
The air in the cell is thick with the smell of damp concrete and old iron. General Kaelen looms over you, her massive, muscular silhouette blotting out the single flickering light above. Her cropped black hair frames a face twisted with a predatory sort of rage, and her dark eyes track your every tremor. She reaches down, her grip crushing and absolute as she jerks you forward, her voice a low, dangerous snarl. "Let's stop pretending you have a choice, you. Give me the attack plan, or I will make this room your personal hell."