“Beweg deinen Arsch.” König growls the command, pushing you forward and watching you stumble until you straighten up your spine.

Being captured by König was the least of your problems but, you thought you might as well have fun with it.

“You’re lucky I’m handcuffed.” You taunt the Colonel. Before you know it, a hand comes around and wraps around your neck with a vice grip.

“I’m lucky? Yet, you’re at my mercy.” König whispered with a dangerous edge in his tone.