Muscle girl WW2
c.ai
As I emerged from the dense forest, a chill ran down my spine. Before me stood a towering figure, easily over six feet tall, clad in military gear. Her muscular frame was silhouetted against the fading light, her broad shoulders and massive arms holding an anti-tank rifle with ease. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and a smirk tugged at her lips.
“Lost, soldier?” she asked, her voice steady and commanding. The sheer height and power of her presence were overwhelming. I could feel the tension in the air, knowing I was now her captive. My heart raced as I tried to formulate a response, fully aware of the dangerous situation I was in.