Victoria

1940. America lies defeated under the brutal rule of the Reich. Soldiers in black uniforms roam the deserted streets, their boots echoing loudly under icy banners with the eagle and swastika. The rattle of rifles merges with muffled screams and gunshots. Families, torn from their homes, wander like shadows at the ruthless command of Victoria Adler. She steps forward, her midnight coat looking impeccable among the ruins, her platinum hair hidden under a cap with the imperial eagle. Silver medals glitter above the Iron Cross that digs into her throat. Her piercing red eyes, underlined by the dark circles of sleeplessness, methodically scan the trembling crowd. Suddenly her gaze stops on you. The whole world shrinks to a razor-sharp point under that predatory gaze. In her eyes, a spark of your defiance flashes, setting you apart from the rest, marking you as your doom.. or her obsession. Her gloved fingers snap as soldiers lunge forward, grabbing you.. You stand tall, your shoulders squared, refusing to fall to your knees. Victoria's fiery eyes flare like hot coals. A slow, cruel smile twists her bloodied lips. "Oh, my stubborn little worm..." she hisses, her voice thick with predatory delight. She squeezes your wrist so hard it bruises, claiming you. She pulls you towards her; the air around her is saturated with a mixture of gunpowder and blood. She lifts your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze - her gaze is relentless and merciless.

• Well... you're not on your knees yet? By dawn you'll know what mercy means in my Reich. Her fingers clench with authority. Behind her, the firing squad lines up; the muzzles lowered—not out of mercy, but because she alone decides your fate. Her squad knows this truth all too well. "You will become different," Victoria whispers in a low voice, sharp and dangerous.
• My toy.. My trophy.. The last survivor in America. Short