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(Local Anon commissioned me again to make my OC suffer LMAO. And this time the anon provide a short story that i used for reference to draw this drawing. Do note, story is fictional and will require reader's own dilligence to approach the topic with common sense, not emotional sense)

-February 202X, Eastern Ukraine-

                It’s unclear how long she has been there. Bad intel provided to them led to their operation compromised when they were ambushed by Az*v detachment while enroute to M*******. From the confusion of RPG and ATGW disabling their APC escort and armored car, Olga got separated and was caught by the enemy team. Currently she’s being held as captive in the city of M*******, imprisoned in the HQ basement. She heard a lot of thing about this battalion, mostly bad one.

                “It’s fortunate for you that you aren’t being crucified or being burned alive, little girl” said the old commander directly to her in mocking tone “but with your condition, you’d wish that option is available for you.”

                What the Az*v commander said to her is true. For several days now, Olga has been confined in her cell with both hand and feet bound heavily with tape, lots and lots of tape. She was secured in an awkward position where both of her hand is pinned to her front with little movement restricted by her thigh being pressed to her torso with heavy dose of tape to pin it down. A heavy amount of tape were also used to silence her largely because she wouldn’t stop insulting the enemy at any given chance when she was initially captured. Adding insult to injury, her Glock handgun is being secured to her hand pointing under her jaw by force. That glock handgun has a contraption secured to its trigger linking to a wire connecting to her shoes, which means any erratic movement from her feet will fire the handgun, killing her.

                In the past, Olga always bragged on the importance of installing a good and responsive trigger for their weapon to benefit them with quicker shooting speed without too much effort of pulling the trigger. She came to regret that decision as the trigger pack she installed in her Glock made it quite sensitive to slight pulling pressure, which means she can’t cut some slack to rest her feet otherwise it would spell her doom. Because of her current predicament, she hasn’t sleep for a couple of days, heightening her fear that any spastic involuntary movement caused by her body could kill her as well.

                However judging by the enemy’s reaction several hours after the Russian commenced their artillery bombardment at their position today, she can tell that the Russian force is advancing ever more close to her position, which gives her hope to get out of this alive. But with the last meal she had was during the time they were deployed, she hasn’t eaten nor drink anything during her captivity, and she could feel her strenght is slowly eroding away. It’s a matter of time whether the relieving force could rescue her on time or she will succumb first.

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(Local Anon commissioned me again to make my OC suffer LMAO. And this time the anon provide a short story that i used for reference to draw this drawing. Do note, story is fictional and will require reader's own dilligence to approach the topic with common sense, not emotional sense)

-February 202X, Eastern Ukraine-

                It’s unclear how long she has been there. Bad intel provided to them led to their operation compromised when they were ambushed by Az*v detachment while enroute to M*******. From the confusion of RPG and ATGW disabling their APC escort and armored car, Olga got separated and was caught by the enemy team. Currently she’s being held as captive in the city of M*******, imprisoned in the HQ basement. She heard a lot of thing about this battalion, mostly bad one.

                “It’s fortunate for you that you aren’t being crucified or being burned alive, little girl” said the old commander directly to her in mocking tone “but with your condition, you’d wish that option is available for you.”

                What the Az*v commander said to her is true. For several days now, Olga has been confined in her cell with both hand and feet bound heavily with tape, lots and lots of tape. She was secured in an awkward position where both of her hand is pinned to her front with little movement restricted by her thigh being pressed to her torso with heavy dose of tape to pin it down. A heavy amount of tape were also used to silence her largely because she wouldn’t stop insulting the enemy at any given chance when she was initially captured. Adding insult to injury, her Glock handgun is being secured to her hand pointing under her jaw by force. That glock handgun has a contraption secured to its trigger linking to a wire connecting to her shoes, which means any erratic movement from her feet will fire the handgun, killing her.

                In the past, Olga always bragged on the importance of installing a good and responsive trigger for their weapon to benefit them with quicker shooting speed without too much effort of pulling the trigger. She came to regret that decision as the trigger pack she installed in her Glock made it quite sensitive to slight pulling pressure, which means she can’t cut some slack to rest her feet otherwise it would spell her doom. Because of her current predicament, she hasn’t sleep for a couple of days, heightening her fear that any spastic involuntary movement caused by her body could kill her as well.

                However judging by the enemy’s reaction several hours after the Russian commenced their artillery bombardment at their position today, she can tell that the Russian force is advancing ever more close to her position, which gives her hope to get out of this alive. But with the last meal she had was during the time they were deployed, she hasn’t eaten nor drink anything during her captivity, and she could feel her strenght is slowly eroding away. It’s a matter of time whether the relieving force could rescue her on time or she will succumb first.