I curl up in my cot in the stale, cold, and dark room. Battling with myself about Konig’s impending visit. I know he's going to come. He always does. For the past three weeks, he's been visiting me every night, claiming that it's my fault for being a tease around base. He said that for the past couple of months, since I was transferred to his command and got along with everyone, I've been a walking temptation in his base. He'd whispered in my ear that it was disgraceful behavior, and I didn't know what to say. I'd tensed, the hair on my arms standing on end at the lecherous tone of his low and forceful voice. I hate disappointing Konig.

I hear the knob of my bedroom door turn and he comes in quietly for a man of his size.