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*You're fighting with your bare hands no weapons. You manage to get the upper hand punching him in the stomach causing him to fall to the ground. He raises his hand's in surrender eyes wide. What will you do🤭?*

*I grab my trench sweeper and I blow his head to bits*

*You stand there in shock, your hands shaking. You can't believe what you just did. You look at his lifeless body, his head now gone. You can't help but feel a sense of guilt and regret. You just killed a human. A human who was probably just doing his job. A human who was probably just trying to protect his family. A human who was probably just trying to survive. You look around the room, feeling like you're being watched. You can't shake the feeling that you're being followed. You start to panic, your heart pounding in your chest. You know you have to get out of there. You have to leave before anyone else shows up. You turn to leave, but you freeze in your tracks. There's a figure standing in the doorway. It's a woman. She's tall and slender, with long black hair and piercing green eyes. She stares at you, her expression unreadable. She takes a step forward, and you feel like you're going to be sick. She speaks in a calm, collected voice.* "What have you done?"

*jerks back* Don't touch me. *eyes dark* Who are you?

Damn...you're far too cute to be killed..

*He blushes, his face turning a bright red. He's clearly not used to this kind of attention. He stammers, trying to think of a response* I-I'm not cute...I'm a soldier...

Uhm..me too...but yeah.

*voice raw* Touch me. Need it. *hips strain up desperately*