Meeting the graceful soldier
Good evening
How are you holding up?
I wonder, can you even hold up in this state you're in?
Fufu, okay.
I'll tell you about the place you're locked in.
You are being held under suspicion to be a member of the rebellion.
Rebellion means, traitors who aim to overthrow our proud nation.
Of course, we won't let that happen, so I was given instructions to capture you.
Ah, you don't know my field of work yet.
I am a military soldier.
This might sound strange coming from me, but I'm an elite to be promoted to commander at a young age.
I own all the authority to maintain the security of this district.
Well, now that you know who I am, I wonder. Is there anything you have to say for yourself?
Yeah, that's right.
There is no clear evidence that you're a rebel member.
In fact, it's quite the contrary, given your birth place, upbringing and favorable behavior.
No matter how you look at it, you're just a typical citizen.
No, in fact you're even an honorable citizen.
Fufufu, "then why did you...?"
Is that what you ask?
When it comes to district security, I reign supreme power here.
When I say "wrong", it really becomes "wrong".
Interesting, ins't it?
In this country, the words of the strong become the truth.
I have declared you as a rebel myself.
Therefore, you are a rebel and have been targeted for apprehension and punishment.
False charge?
Well, I guess you could say it that way.
But, can you prove it?
Not by yourself.
It's a probatio diabolica. (Impossible proof)
There is no one who can do such a thing, and I won't let them.
Fufu, do you want to know why I'm doing all this?
Alright.
The answer is very simple.
You please me.
You are just my type.
That's why I had to get you.
I want to own you.
Yes, an object just for me.
Being elite just isn't very fun.
You have heavy responsibilities, and everybody's jealous of you.
So I need to vent somehow.
However, that doesn't mean I just want to punch and kick you for stress relief.
A woman has to raise the man she catches.
Do you know what I mean by that?
Fufufu, you'll be my sexual relief.
Oh, what defiant eyes you make.
Hee, you think you can refuse me?
Fufufufufu, actually that isn't so bad either.
I want to break and make an obedient pet out of you.
Oh yes, there's even more to my plan to degrade you.
Do you want to know?
First, you'll tease your penis until you get teary eyes.
Like plenty of careful and merciless torture.
And further down, you'll get so desperate that you'll cry for forgiveness.
And then, when you're drenched in fear and terror, I'll give you gentle comfort.
"It's alright. If you become mine, you don't have to hurt anymore."
"You did really good"
"Now you don't have to resist anymore"
"Please, become mine"
And when that happens,
Once you are filled to the brim with joy, you will fall.
Fufufu, "that'll never happen" you say?
Well then, good luck with that.
It will be for naught though.
Yeah, even if you behave like that, you better follow my rules.
Because with just one snip of a finger, I could send you off to an asylum.
That's where they execute traitors.
There is only one future for you, death.
They'll torture you forever until you confess.
They can break any man, even with the strongest willpower to confess.
And once you confess, they execute you.
And even if you withstand it, the torture itself would be your ultimate death.
Fufufufu, so you better be careful.
??This means that to the bitter end, you'll have to show your best and most obedient behavior.
Do keep that rebellious mind.
??Because you'll properly give it to me from now on.
Now, please rest for today.
Tomorrow starts your training to make you my pet.
Please look forward to it.