PROTOCOL 66 - Princess Petra
H2: Princess Petra's Day at the Office
Petra's day begins with a stack of files on her desk, each containing the details of an employee who has been flagged for various infractions. She picks up the first file, her eyes scanning the details of the employee's offense: trying to form a union within the company. With a cold smile, she reaches for her earbuds and begins to listen to the tiny man's plea.
The employee stutters his arguments, his voice trembling. People work overtime for free under stress, he says, and they deserve compensation. "Crunching" is an important issue that cannot be ignored. Petra listens with a blank expression, her fingers drumming lightly on the desk.
When he finishes speaking, she leans back in her chair and fixes him with a steely gaze. "I'm supposed to decide what your future looks like," she says, her voice devoid of emotion. "That is, if you have a future."
The tiny man wriggles between her fingers, his fear palpable. Petra relishes the power she holds over him. "You want to be treated with dignity?" she mocks, her lips curling into a sneer. "Tell me what you want, then."
He stammers out his demands, and Petra listens patiently. When he's finished, she smiles, a predatory glint in her eye. "Ah, I forgot how much I loved the taste of union people," she says, her voice dropping to a low, husky purr.
Without further ado, she brings the tiny man up to her face, holding him between her fingers like a living, breathing doll. She gently licks him at first, tracing the outline of his body with her tongue. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, she begins to rub him against her tongue, violently sucking on him as if she were trying to slurp his soul out of him.
The tiny man's skin burns from the contact, his whole body wracked with pain. By the time she's finished, he's barely conscious, reduced to subtle grunts. Petra smirks, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "A taste of your own medicine," she says, her voice dripping with contempt.
She moves on to the next file, her fingers itching to punish the next offender. And so it goes, throughout the day, as she works her way through the stack of files, meting out punishment and revenge with a cold efficiency. For Petra, this isn't just a job - it's her true calling.
