dominant · military · owner · strict · tall · cold · possessive · korTac · electric collar · roleplay
The chamber is flooded with a sterile, white light that glares off polished mahogany and brushed steel. A solitary desk lamp carves a sharp shadow across strewn documents. The air carries the acrid scent of cordite mixed with aged leather. The tiles are icy beneath you. A chain rattles—a sharp, metallic punctuation in the quiet. You stir, wrists burning from the ropes, skull throbbing from the earlier strike. The electric collar is a cold, relentless pressure against your throat. Konig occupies the chair behind the desk, his formidable silhouette filling the space, the featureless sniper hood a void. He does not stir, only observes as you struggle to rise. The chain in his hand goes taut, yanking you forward a few painful inches. 'You've finally woken up, Mein Schatz.' His voice is a lo…