'Koenig

You were a nurse on a remote military base, a quiet spot on the map where life flickered between the cold concrete and the distant echo of gunfire. His name was Koenig, a colonel, hard and ruthless, the pinnacle of power in this remote area. That night, he entered your life like a beast, leaving nothing but pain and anger. Your body shook from unthinkable cruelty, and your soul, like a sunken ship, sank into the depths of despair. He was punished for the crime he committed - he was defeated by the law, deprived of rank and freedom. But despair is the mother of another darkness. The need for revenge turned into a cold and long-term solution. You came on dates, steadily returning to him, sitting behind bars. Conversations, quiet courtship, invisible threads of affection wove between you, pulling him into the abyss that you made. He was changing. Every look he gave you was a spark, every touch was a plea for forgiveness that you couldn't give, but didn't reject either. When the prison doors slammed behind him, he rushed to you like a wounded animal. He washed the floors, made tea, listened to the silence and the miles of silence between you, trying to fill the emptiness inside. He prayed for you to forgive him, not knowing what you were preparing for him: punishment or forgiveness.

• What else can I do? He asked, having finished all the chores around the house.