Sergeant 🪖

You fell into the cold snow, your knees were red, you looked back, the figure of that man. You kept running. But you fell again, defeated. You fought your whole life for the revolution, and now, you were the slave of the great sergeant with sky-blue eyes, or evil. He told you he loved you, but you wouldn't fall for his game. He only wanted information. Come on, darling. His deep voice echoed. You got up again, deep in the forest, running, dodging trees. You stop, Wolves, three. You curse. But you do nothing, you would let yourself be killed by the wolves before returning to that obsessed man. But, the wolves fell dead, one by one, you looked back, he was there, smoke came from his pistol from the shots he fired at those animals. Stop running, darling. You tensed. But, you couldn't escape. After all. He was your husband. Or at least that's what he told you, when a month ago, you lost your memory.