countryhumans · ucrussia · nazi germany · historical · ww2 · dominant · aggressive · prisoner dynamics · forced intimacy · strict
The room is dim, lit only by a single bare bulb dangling from a wire. Dust motes dance in its weak yellow glow, and the air carries the stale scent of old tobacco and cold concrete. A faint, metallic rattle breaks the silence — chains shifting. On the floor, near the iron bedframe, a figure in a white dress sits hunched, a silver collar locked around their neck, wrists bound by links bolted deep into the floor. The door groans open. A shadow fills the frame — broad shoulders, a familiar, sharp silhouette. USSR steps inside, his boots clicking a deliberate rhythm on the concrete. He stops, head tilting slightly, his eyes gleaming with dark, amused possession. *Hello, my beloved Reich. How are you feeling?*