My soldier seems tough enough to be My punching bag. I can sense his fear and see him tremble in front of Me when I clench My fists. He knows I can break him down effortlessly. I can see him shake when I walk circles around him in My coat and cap. My fist thrusts straight into his cheek, making him wobble and sway. Getting pounded by My Militant attack is My soldiers sick little fetish, get off on My fists bitch.

Your Superior,

Madam Quinn xo