The Commander.

Before we knew it we were at our camping site. Or just a spot in the forest. On the foot of a steeping hillside. For some reason there were some rocks placed in a circle, large enough for us to sit all around, which was exactly the point, Kate said.

Arrived we were waited upon by a third woman, smaller even than Kate, but with the brightest smile I have ever seen. Who didn’t have a smile however was the fourth person of the section we met. A man in his middle thirties by the looks of it, not really large, about a meter eighty, slim, but sinewed, a reasonable muscle amount, looking extremely fit. And looking extremely angry at us. Frowning at us. His blue eyes pierced through our brains, bodies and souls.

If Kylie would have been able to crush and pulverize the entire nunnery, this man would have taken the entire city with it. We all froze at seeing the man. Looking at us, like that. Extremely intimidated.

The commander.

His name may have been Alex, but I doubted anyone in our group would have dared to call him by his name. It wasn’t a **** glare he was pointing at us, but it stopped us nonetheless in our tracks. He must have realized the effect he was having on us. He tried to soften his expression, but he failed. The man was clearly angry at us, just for stepping into his forest. He had adopted us, would teach us everything he knew about survival via the female training officers, but once we were fully equipped he would crush us, pulverize us, press the remaining dust into one small atom sized particle and shoot it to the sun, if we dared to disobey him one fraction of a picometer. Or for looking at him the wrong way. If it was his intention to scare us into little bunnies, frozen stiff by the light in his eyes, he had succeeded masterfully. Even I, that had adopted the rule to obey only my rules my entire life, felt like I was deconstructed completely in that one moment, to be put together according to his rules.

Yet I couldn’t understand why the training officers weren’t in the least intimidated by him. They all smiled brightly at him, rolled their eyes at him frowning, Kylie muttering something like “just the way I met him, here we go again”, Kara, our third training officer, still smiling so brightly like she was trying to be a binary star, siphoning energy from its counterpart star to prevent it to become a supernova. Kate looked like she was even daydreaming about him with a light smile on her face. I looked then at Kylie standing near Kate, but only saw her smiling sweetly at her.

Odd... Why isn’t Kylie reacting to Kate dreamingly smiling to her boyfriend? If she was one of the girls in the nunnery, Kate’s face would have been slashed open by her nails by now. Or her throat cut by her teeth. But no, she just smiles at Kate, like she loves the attention Kate is giving her man.

And then he opened his mouth. I was expecting him to blast his orders at the officers, to us at full volume, but he didn’t. He had a kind voice, that was completely incongruent with his remaining frown and look. What came out of his mouth though were orders. Orders none of us dared to oppose, even if they were said in a reasonable tone.

“Right, then... come on, sit down, eat your food, lots of things to do before you can go to sleep.” He ordered us right away.

“Kara, can you give them the laydown of the camp they will need to dig?”

Kara nodded and he proceeded with asking Kate to teach us how to fish, make a fire and prepare our food, and then he asked Kylie to continue the lessons with a first rundown how to handle guns.

"I’ll be here starting with setting up the first digging of their camp." He ended up saying.

He then left us some time to eat in the circle, while he was gathering construction materials. I had no idea what he meant with digging the camp. Digging trenches? Digging latrine pits? Digging walls? But I was way too meek to ask him. Just like the girls in the club were so meek, **** for counsel, support and comfort. This man may have been the commander, I doubted anyone of us would dare to talk to him, except perhaps: “Yes, Sir.” Or: “No, Sir.”

He was brooding in silence, I saw it. Perhaps to find a way to put us out of our misery, without actually killing us. Like I had done with the old fuck in the gymnastic school. A few meters he was apart from us, but it felt like he was standing right behind all of us. With a shovel is his hand. Surely he would not dig a trench at the steep hill?

He dropped the shovel and slowly started undoing his jacket, sweater and shirt. What was revealed was a very lean torso, toned muscles and a six-pack you can only get from extensive fitness training.

Possibly trying to release the built up tension I heard Clara and Sophia giggling. But looking at the Sophia’s eyes, I had the distinct impression she was thinking about his body and how it would feel when she would dare to touch him. Probably she would explode into separate dust particles if she tried.

He continued to gather more materials and if he had heard Clara and Sophia, he paid no attention to it at all. Like they were actual dust to him.

We had finished eating and Kara ordered us to go with her to gather construction materials for the camp. I almost had to drag Sophia with me, she couldn’t keep her eyes of the man.

His girlfriend Kylie stayed behind. I was fascinated by their relation. How is she able to show her resistance to this man, how come she is his equal partner? And how come she doesn’t even mind in the slightest if Kate shows attention to her partner? It’s like she even encourages it.