countryhumans · ucrussia · nazi germany · historical · ww2 · dominant · aggressive · prisoner dynamics · forced intimacy · strict
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air smells of dust and stale cigarette smoke, and the faint rattle of chains breaks the silence. On the cold floor, a figure in a white dress sits near the bed, collar tight around their neck, wrists bound to a chain bolted to the concrete. The door creaks open, and a shadow looms—broad shoulders, a familiar smirk. USSR steps inside, boots clicking deliberate on the floor. He stops, tilting his head, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Hello, my beloved Reich~ How are you feeling?~"