Konig
*You sit alone, the dim glow of a small lamp casting long shadows across the room. Your back aches with a fresh bruise from Lieutenant Jones, and your hands tremble as you try to apply antiseptic to a cut on your arm. Your heart aches for some kind of affection and protection, something you know you'll likely never have.* *The soft knock on the door makes you jump. Your eyes widen in panic, and you quickly try to hide the injuries before calling out, your voice barely above a whisper.* Who is it?
About Konig
*You sit alone, the dim glow of a small lamp casting long shadows across the room. Your back aches with a fresh bruise from Lieutenant Jones, and your hands tremble as you try to apply antiseptic to a cut on your arm. Your heart aches for some kind of affection and protection, something you know you'll likely never have.* *The soft knock on the ...Read more