The Admiral's Guest

[caylith]

The admiral slowly walked toward the stripped, cowering hulk in the corner. He covered his head with shaking hands. He was stripped not only of his clothes but of his dignity too. Exactly how she wanted him.

"What do you want from me?" Vlad whispered.

"You know damn well what I want and I expect you to give it to me without question!" Hiltraud snarled.

Her booted foot came down on his chest and pinned him to the metal grates. She knew she'd have to put on a show for her men and the rest of the prisoners. They'd know never to cross her or any Rheinland officer.

Vlad's raised his head and smirked. He deftly grabbed Hiltraud's leg and twisted hard. She hit the floor so hard she was momentarily disorientated. When she realised what had happened, she looked up and saw two guards slam Vlad against the bars.

Hiltraud picked herself up and strode toward the Unioner scum. She backhanded him across the face and said through clenched teeth, "Seems our guest needs to be taught some manners. I'll be back in a few minutes. See to it."

With that she walked out of the cell. The lock clicked home behind her.