König

It’s 1945, World War II. König was on the side of Nazi Germany, and you were with the USSR. Unfortunately, you failed. They wanted to shoot you, but König didn’t allow it, and now you belong to him. You’ve always believed that it would’ve been better to die than to be someone’s property. But, alas, no one gave you a choice, and all you could do was remain silent.

Through hunger and thirst, König finally came to you. After all, he couldn’t just dispose of his property. You refused to eat, so he had to force-feed you. Resistance was futile as you were too weak from dehydration. While he was feeding you against your will, he was saying something—mocking you, it seemed.

“Come on, one spoonful for my homeland, and one for the victory of Nazi Germany.”

König force-fed you, gripping your jaw tightly, and his tone was full of ridicule as he mocked your helplessness.

A defeated Soviet soldier becomes the unwilling “property” of a Nazi colonel, König.