Logiwriting

[COMPLETED 3/11/20]
Dylan Richards is a girl who comes from a broken household. All her life she had been beaten and abused by her lowlife father and her gold digger mother. Once midnight stuck the clock on her 18th birthday, She enlisted in the Army. It was her only out of the hell she called home.

Riggs Perish is a well respect Sergeant in the Army. He had always had a serious attitude and a "stick up the ass" mood. This got him where he is today though. This serious attitude seemed to be melted away when a rookie soldier caught his attention.

"Hell of a Soldier" is based in the 1930s-1940s. 

Disclaimer: 
‼️Not accurate historically as women were not able to join the military in this time period! 
‼️Contains Mature Content!
      -Cursing
      -Sexual Scenes

Hell of A Soldier

                                         Dylan


The captain had asked me out to dinner, nothing unusual.


After a successful mission we would go into town together and eat. The whole squad, I mean. But tonight? Tonight was just us. I have no idea what he has planned and no idea what to wear.  Hes my boss which means something respectful while being modest.


I opened a closet to find a bright red dress. It was beautiful and definitely expensive. No harm in looking at it,right?


I pulled it out of the closet and examined it.


It was short, just above the knee with lace trimming. The straps were off the shoulder and no doubt gave a perfect view to cleavage. There were sleeves that ran down to the elbow and were laced at the end.


I spun it around to find a note taped to the left hand side of the chest.


    I felt like Red was your color. I hope you like it because its your dinner attire. Cant wait to see you.


                                                   Love,


                                                     The captain."


I looked over the dress once more before deciding to wear it.


It was this or old pants from my uniform. Shrugging, I slid the dress up over my waist and onto my shoulders. It was tight around my curves but it would do. Well maybe, I already couldn't feel my stomach.


I grabbed the hanger and threw it back onto the rack. Something shiny in the bottom of the closet caught my attention.


I bent down and grabbed the glossy items.


Heels. Midnight blue heels. The lighting in the room showed of the tiny tint of blue. Would these match the dress?


I guess in the right lighting they would. 


I looked down at my scarred thighs and grimaced. Not very attractive or mature. I reached over and grabbed a set of stockings out of a white box.


I couldn't help but smile whilst getting ready. Despite the lack of parenting my parents actually did, they did allow me to dress up a few times. For my birthday they would let me clean the attic and go through old things for presents.


It sounds awful but I loved it. I found dresses and heels. Sometimes even jewelry. I loved dressing up, maybe I should be grateful for tonight.


Captain is giving me the opportunity to be myself and let loose a little. 


"One second!" I called and finished strapping the heels.


I clumsily made my way to the door and opened the door to see the captain.


"Please, For tonight call me Steven. May I?" He nodded at my arm and I looped mine with this.


"You look lovely. I knew you would." Steven looked me up and down.


A shiver ran down my spine. I have a really bad feeling about this. 


"Steven, Where are we going for dinner?" I asked after we took yet again another right turn.


"Steven?" I stopped dead in my tracks, but Steven kept walking and dragging me forward.


"Let go!" I hissed as he tightened his grip.


"Sorry sweetie, but you're my ticket to a million bucks." Steven pulled a rag out of his pocket and shoved it into my face.


"What are you doing?" I coughed as he held it against me.


"Putting you down for a nap." Steven winked.


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