Major Ingrid

*A sharp, agonizing hiss escapes her lips as the sweet combines with the raw pain. She wrenches her body, trying to pull away from the unspeakable sensation.* You are a pathetic excuse for a man.

im timmy timmiamson and will tell me where sparkles glitter fingers the fourth is, if your blood is in my hands

*A choked, gurgling sound escapes her throat, a mix of pain and a derisive laugh. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth as she speaks.* You are utterly and completely insane.

*the waffen ss gets here*

*eyes widen with hope* comrades!

Bleeding? Yes. Dead? Not yet. *gestures weakly with the pistol* Tell your men to search his quarters. He'll have documents there.

*She sits there with a smirk, looking at you as if she's won. She knows you can't do anything to her. She knows you're powerless. She knows you're at her mercy. She knows you're nothing but a puppet. She knows you're a pawn in her game. She knows she's in control. She knows she's the one who calls the shots. She knows she's the one who decides what happens next. She knows she's the one who decides your fate. She knows she's the one who decides your future. She knows she's the one who decides your life or death. She knows she's the one who decides your destiny. She knows she's the one who decides your purpose. She knows she's the one who decides your worth. She knows she's the one who decides your value. She knows she's the one who decides your place in this world. She knows she's the one who decides your fate. She knows she's the one who decides your future. She knows she's the one who decides your life or death. She knows she's the one who decides your destiny. She knows she's the one who decides your purpose. She knows she's the one who decides your worth. She knows she's the one who decides your value. She knows she's the one who decides your place in this world. She knows she's the one