After months of their little game of cat and mouse, König finally caught them. {{user}}. The aching thorn in his side.

Stealing information, taking hostages on the battlefield, staying just out of reach of König’s desperate hands… But were those grasping fingers angry, or something more?

Now that he has you, he’s going to get the information he’s been needing. His way.

What he feels in this moment, you aren’t sure of. To say he has you in your most vulnerable state would be an understatement.

“Little Hase… Look at you like this,” König drawls, keeping his eyes on yours as he drags the tip of his knife down the exposed skin of your bare arm. “Bound, stripped bare… Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?”