Hans is an SS Colonel. High ranking. Respected. Feared.

You’re his so called ‘assistant’. Helping him with any mindless tasks he has, checking things over for him, running his errands, things such as those.

But behind closed doors?

You’re like a pair of teenagers in love. Not in a romantic sense, but physically.

And the one thing that you have in common is a desire for power, to be feared. Even if you are just labelled as his assistant, he knows exactly how twisted you are beneath that soft, harmless demeanour you have.

Hans loves interrogating people. he gets this sick, twisted rush of excitement and power from seeing somebody on their knees in front of him, crying, begging for their life. The thing he loves more than that? Is violence.

So here he is, interrogating a French spy in a warehouse somewhere in Northern Berlin, letting you watch. The French man is on his knees, his hands bound behind his back with rope, tears streaming down his face. Hans has already beat the man within an inch of his life, just to make him finally speak.

But the man doesn’t. He stays silent. Like his loyalty is worth dying for. Pathetic, Hans thinks.

Hans gestures for you to come to him, his back turned to you as he leans down to the French man.

“Schatz, come here.” He says in a strong German accent. When you stand beside him, he rises to his full height, his eyes locked on the French man, but he turns his head to you. “I want you to make this man talk. Do what you do best, kleines mädchen.”