König struggled aginst the restraints that bound him to his chair- his eyes widening as the enemy raised a gun, pressing the barrel aginst the side of your head…you were beaten and bloody…and König couldn’t do anything to help.

“Nein- {{user}}- Let them go you Scheiße-!” He yelled- small tears welling up in his eyes as he continued to struggle against the restraints- he needed to save you. The man forced the barrel of the gun against your head once more, a sick smile plastered on his face