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7
Ville.
"Oh...Well that's....good...." I whisper, looking at the floor.
"NO...No, it's not! What about you...us...?" Bam asked. His voice was thick with emotion, he was clearly holding back tears.
"You can support your mother, the voices will stop..." I say, trying to be firm. I want him to take the job. He deserves to be happy.
"But...us..." He whimpers, letting a solitary tear roll down his crimson cheeks. His tears only encourage mine, and before I can stop them, beads of clear liquid roll down my cheeks. We hug each other tighter as I kiss the top of his head.
"I'll be fine..." I said, my voice shaking. I wipe my eyes, then his, before I force him to stare at me into my eyes. "I promise,"
"But...you'll starve to death..." He whispers, not taking his eyes of mine. More tears pour from his deep blue eyes.
"I...I...don't know what to say..." I reply. We stare into each others eye's until we can stand to any longer. "We haven' got much time left together...we should spend it happy..." And, before he can reply, I press my lips firmly against his, he pulls me close and slips his tongue into my mouth. For ten minutes, we sit locked in a tight embrace, as our hands roam each others bodies. Eventually, he pulls away.
"We should be...but that doesn't mean I want to go, I'd rather be with you. I really like you..." He whispers, rubbing his nose against mine. I smile.
"And I really like you too, but Bammie, I think you should take the job," I say while smiling. Bam sees straight through it.
"I'll think about it, now eat this you silly man before someone finds us," He says, laughing slightly. He passes me an apple, a cake, and a roast beef sandwich. "I made the sandwich with my left over dinner...its nothing...I can't cook..." He continues. I laugh and take a bite.
"Bammie, its food...but its delicious, did your mother teach you to cook?" I ask. He nods,
"Yeah...yeah...she did..." he says, blushing. He looks so cute, I kiss him on the cheek, he turns his head and kisses me with as much passion as before.
The next morning, a smirking guard approaches me. He grasps the back of my shirt, and drags me somewhere. He says nothing as I struggle and plead. I have no idea what was going on. Had the found out about Bam? Where they going to kill me? Suddenly, we stopped, and I found myself being pushed through a door. When I look around, its clear where I am. The infamous block 24. The brothel? Why have they brought me here?
"I picked out one that I think will be up to the task - pun intended!" The guard said, gesturing to me. A round of laughter followed. I'm in a small room, in it, are 4 guards, including the man that had grabbed me, a bed, and a woman prisoner. By the looks of her, she'd only just arrived. Her hair was long, she was wearing her own clothes. She was the model of a perfect Ayran, yet her clothes bore the yellow 'Jude' star of David. Suddenly, it became all too clear what was going to happen.
I was going to be forced to have sex with the poor, defenceless woman in front of me, all while these sick men watched.
"Please...don't make me...leave me be..." The woman cried. The guards just laughed. One grabbed her, while another stripped her of her clothes. Her screams filled the air as she struggled against the powerful arms of the men controlling her. She curls up into a ball and sobs as she lies naked on the bed. Before I can run, I too have been grabbed, my clothes ripped from my body.
"No...let me go...please...." I protest, lashing out. It does no good, they have guns. By this time, I've been completely stripped, and have been pushed onto the bed next to the sobbing woman. She looks at me with pleading eyes, but the men behind us simply taunt us.
"Come on! You know what you have too do! We're waiting for a show here!" One cries, poking me with the butt of his rifle. I gulp, but refuse to move. One of the men stands, points a gun at my head.
"Move, now..." he says, his words harsh and firm. Oh god...I have to do this, but how? How am I meant to arouse myself? I let a few more tears fall. As humorous as it seems, my ability to be able to perform sexually, is a life or death situation. What do I do? Oh god...I can hear the clock ticking....time seems to passing so quickly.
Oh god....wait, Bam! Think of beautiful, blue eyed Bam. I smile at the memory of the wank I'd had over him just days ago, how real it was, how I could feel his touch...
"Finally!" I hear someone yell, as my arousal becomes obvious. I look at the woman next to m with wide eyes,
"I'm sorry, I don't want to die, please forgive me..." I plead. She simply nods, biting her lip.
"I understand...I want to live too..." she whispers. Closing my eyes to block the reality, I climb on top of her, before I force myself unwillingly into her body. I groan in sorrow, knowing what I'm ding is wrong...so wrong.
Think of Bam...I'm making love to Bam! I picture Bam below me, moaning in pleasure as I thrust in and out of him at a steady pace. It works. I feel the pleasure inside me build up, imagining that Bam is feeling exactly as I do. But, The reality makes me sick to my stomach. Technically, I am raping this woman, and, in a way, shes raping me! 4 Guards sit behind me, pleasuring themselves at the sick site before them. They are getting off on our pain. I continue thinking of Bam. I imagine him muttering my name as he cums hard on our chests. The thought alone sends me over the edge, and I cum hard into the poor woman below me. We both start sobbing as I collapse on top of her, I hug her nevertheless, and she hugs me back. We comfort each other, despite anything, as the guards, having just reached the height of pleasure, go back to their duties, leaving us in a pitiful heap. I climb off the woman, and hand her the clothes she'd been wearing. She takes them with a smile, despite everything.
"I'm Ville, and I'm sorry," I say, as we both begin to dress.
"I'm Hanna, and thank you for being gentle, and for saving my life. They would have killed me if it had not have been for you," She says. She blushes and looks down. We share another hug, and a goodbye, as I leave to find Bam.
I find him alright, passed out in front of block 10.
Bam.
"Oh...Well that's....good...." He whispers. Good? GOOD! How is this good, I have to leave him.
"NO...No, it's not! What about you...us...?" I protest. My words croak out as I held back tears.
"You can support your mother, the voices will stop..." He says firmly.
"But...us..." I whisper. A tear falls down my face, and more follow. Tears being to leak out of his eyes too, and a wave of guilt washes over me. I feel him kiss me head through my hair.
"I'll be fine..." He says, wiping both out eyes. "I promise," But how?
"But...you'll starve to death..." I say, braking down again. Its true, how will he survive without me?
"I...I...don't know what to say...We haven' got much time left together...we should spend it happy..." He says. His voice is firm, yet shaking. He is clearly forcing himself to be happy for me. Before I can protest, He forces his lips against mine. I smile into the kiss and slip my tongue eagerly into his waiting mouth. I leave ghost trails of touches on his skin as his hands softly comfort me.
"We should be...but that doesn't mean I want to go, I'd rather be with you. I really like you..." I whisper as I finally pull away. I rub my nose against his.
"And I really like you too, but Bammie, I think you should take the job," He says. He smiles, but its so forced.
"I'll think about it, now eat this you silly man before someone finds us, I made the sandwich with my left over dinner...its nothing...I can't cook..." I say as I pass him some food.
"Bammie, its food...but its delicious, did your mother teach you to cook?" He asks as he finishes.
"Yeah...yeah...she did..." I blush. I smile as I feel him kiss my cheek, so I turn, and kiss him with as much passion as I can muster.
That night, I begin to pack, yet the haunting voices continue to taunt me.
"MURDER....MURDERER...MURDER..."
"What did I ever do to you..?"
"Our blood is on your hands"
"Is the life of a few thousand innocent Jews really worth your own!"
"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDER..."
I try to ignore them as I continue to force my clothes into a suitcase. I have to ignore them. They aren't real, there in my head!
"MURDERER....MURDERER....MURDERER..."
"I died before I had the chance to live...at your hands,"
"You killed me...while I held my newborn daughter in my arms..."
"You deserve to die!"
"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..."
"Shut up...leave me alone...just please go away!" I plead, tears pouring down my face.
"MURDERER....MURDERER...MURDERER..."
"PLEASE! I'm going...I'm leaving...Just leave me alone..." I cry as I fall back on my bed. I sob into my pillow as the chants continue. Then I hear Ville's voice.
"What about me Bammie..?" He whispers desperately. Oh god...Ville! He's going to die without me! What am I going to do! I choke back more sobs as the chants overpower Ville.
"Have to make them stop.." I whisper as I walk into the bathroom. After looking around in my bag, I find my razor. I open it, and bring it down across my arm, in a swift, straight line, again, and again, and again.... I pass out eventually.
"MURDERER....MURDERER....MURDERER...." The voices wake me. I move to find myself in a pool of my own blood. On my left arm, along with the deep red scar of before, are two dozen long, straight scratches. What am I doing to myself? I'm going to die if I'm not careful. I clean and dress quickly, deciding that work will keep me from doing something stupid. I decide to find Weber, to 'Thank' him for what he did. As I march through the camp, I feel eyes on me, but no one is looking.
"MURDERER....MURDERER...MURDERER..." The voices chant again. I gulp, and look around desperately. I can sill feel eyes on me but nothing. I look at the floor as I continue to walk, and again, I feel eyes on me. When I look up, I see a thousand rotting, burning, crumpling corpses staring back at me, their eyes very white, very wide.
"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." They chant, as they point at me. I find myself passing out as the walk closer and closer...
"Oh...Well that's....good...." I whisper, looking at the floor.
"NO...No, it's not! What about you...us...?" Bam asked. His voice was thick with emotion, he was clearly holding back tears.
"You can support your mother, the voices will stop..." I say, trying to be firm. I want him to take the job. He deserves to be happy.
"But...us..." He whimpers, letting a solitary tear roll down his crimson cheeks. His tears only encourage mine, and before I can stop them, beads of clear liquid roll down my cheeks. We hug each other tighter as I kiss the top of his head.
"I'll be fine..." I said, my voice shaking. I wipe my eyes, then his, before I force him to stare at me into my eyes. "I promise,"
"But...you'll starve to death..." He whispers, not taking his eyes of mine. More tears pour from his deep blue eyes.
"I...I...don't know what to say..." I reply. We stare into each others eye's until we can stand to any longer. "We haven' got much time left together...we should spend it happy..." And, before he can reply, I press my lips firmly against his, he pulls me close and slips his tongue into my mouth. For ten minutes, we sit locked in a tight embrace, as our hands roam each others bodies. Eventually, he pulls away.
"We should be...but that doesn't mean I want to go, I'd rather be with you. I really like you..." He whispers, rubbing his nose against mine. I smile.
"And I really like you too, but Bammie, I think you should take the job," I say while smiling. Bam sees straight through it.
"I'll think about it, now eat this you silly man before someone finds us," He says, laughing slightly. He passes me an apple, a cake, and a roast beef sandwich. "I made the sandwich with my left over dinner...its nothing...I can't cook..." He continues. I laugh and take a bite.
"Bammie, its food...but its delicious, did your mother teach you to cook?" I ask. He nods,
"Yeah...yeah...she did..." he says, blushing. He looks so cute, I kiss him on the cheek, he turns his head and kisses me with as much passion as before.
The next morning, a smirking guard approaches me. He grasps the back of my shirt, and drags me somewhere. He says nothing as I struggle and plead. I have no idea what was going on. Had the found out about Bam? Where they going to kill me? Suddenly, we stopped, and I found myself being pushed through a door. When I look around, its clear where I am. The infamous block 24. The brothel? Why have they brought me here?
"I picked out one that I think will be up to the task - pun intended!" The guard said, gesturing to me. A round of laughter followed. I'm in a small room, in it, are 4 guards, including the man that had grabbed me, a bed, and a woman prisoner. By the looks of her, she'd only just arrived. Her hair was long, she was wearing her own clothes. She was the model of a perfect Ayran, yet her clothes bore the yellow 'Jude' star of David. Suddenly, it became all too clear what was going to happen.
I was going to be forced to have sex with the poor, defenceless woman in front of me, all while these sick men watched.
"Please...don't make me...leave me be..." The woman cried. The guards just laughed. One grabbed her, while another stripped her of her clothes. Her screams filled the air as she struggled against the powerful arms of the men controlling her. She curls up into a ball and sobs as she lies naked on the bed. Before I can run, I too have been grabbed, my clothes ripped from my body.
"No...let me go...please...." I protest, lashing out. It does no good, they have guns. By this time, I've been completely stripped, and have been pushed onto the bed next to the sobbing woman. She looks at me with pleading eyes, but the men behind us simply taunt us.
"Come on! You know what you have too do! We're waiting for a show here!" One cries, poking me with the butt of his rifle. I gulp, but refuse to move. One of the men stands, points a gun at my head.
"Move, now..." he says, his words harsh and firm. Oh god...I have to do this, but how? How am I meant to arouse myself? I let a few more tears fall. As humorous as it seems, my ability to be able to perform sexually, is a life or death situation. What do I do? Oh god...I can hear the clock ticking....time seems to passing so quickly.
Oh god....wait, Bam! Think of beautiful, blue eyed Bam. I smile at the memory of the wank I'd had over him just days ago, how real it was, how I could feel his touch...
"Finally!" I hear someone yell, as my arousal becomes obvious. I look at the woman next to m with wide eyes,
"I'm sorry, I don't want to die, please forgive me..." I plead. She simply nods, biting her lip.
"I understand...I want to live too..." she whispers. Closing my eyes to block the reality, I climb on top of her, before I force myself unwillingly into her body. I groan in sorrow, knowing what I'm ding is wrong...so wrong.
Think of Bam...I'm making love to Bam! I picture Bam below me, moaning in pleasure as I thrust in and out of him at a steady pace. It works. I feel the pleasure inside me build up, imagining that Bam is feeling exactly as I do. But, The reality makes me sick to my stomach. Technically, I am raping this woman, and, in a way, shes raping me! 4 Guards sit behind me, pleasuring themselves at the sick site before them. They are getting off on our pain. I continue thinking of Bam. I imagine him muttering my name as he cums hard on our chests. The thought alone sends me over the edge, and I cum hard into the poor woman below me. We both start sobbing as I collapse on top of her, I hug her nevertheless, and she hugs me back. We comfort each other, despite anything, as the guards, having just reached the height of pleasure, go back to their duties, leaving us in a pitiful heap. I climb off the woman, and hand her the clothes she'd been wearing. She takes them with a smile, despite everything.
"I'm Ville, and I'm sorry," I say, as we both begin to dress.
"I'm Hanna, and thank you for being gentle, and for saving my life. They would have killed me if it had not have been for you," She says. She blushes and looks down. We share another hug, and a goodbye, as I leave to find Bam.
I find him alright, passed out in front of block 10.
Bam.
"Oh...Well that's....good...." He whispers. Good? GOOD! How is this good, I have to leave him.
"NO...No, it's not! What about you...us...?" I protest. My words croak out as I held back tears.
"You can support your mother, the voices will stop..." He says firmly.
"But...us..." I whisper. A tear falls down my face, and more follow. Tears being to leak out of his eyes too, and a wave of guilt washes over me. I feel him kiss me head through my hair.
"I'll be fine..." He says, wiping both out eyes. "I promise," But how?
"But...you'll starve to death..." I say, braking down again. Its true, how will he survive without me?
"I...I...don't know what to say...We haven' got much time left together...we should spend it happy..." He says. His voice is firm, yet shaking. He is clearly forcing himself to be happy for me. Before I can protest, He forces his lips against mine. I smile into the kiss and slip my tongue eagerly into his waiting mouth. I leave ghost trails of touches on his skin as his hands softly comfort me.
"We should be...but that doesn't mean I want to go, I'd rather be with you. I really like you..." I whisper as I finally pull away. I rub my nose against his.
"And I really like you too, but Bammie, I think you should take the job," He says. He smiles, but its so forced.
"I'll think about it, now eat this you silly man before someone finds us, I made the sandwich with my left over dinner...its nothing...I can't cook..." I say as I pass him some food.
"Bammie, its food...but its delicious, did your mother teach you to cook?" He asks as he finishes.
"Yeah...yeah...she did..." I blush. I smile as I feel him kiss my cheek, so I turn, and kiss him with as much passion as I can muster.
That night, I begin to pack, yet the haunting voices continue to taunt me.
"MURDER....MURDERER...MURDER..."
"What did I ever do to you..?"
"Our blood is on your hands"
"Is the life of a few thousand innocent Jews really worth your own!"
"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDER..."
I try to ignore them as I continue to force my clothes into a suitcase. I have to ignore them. They aren't real, there in my head!
"MURDERER....MURDERER....MURDERER..."
"I died before I had the chance to live...at your hands,"
"You killed me...while I held my newborn daughter in my arms..."
"You deserve to die!"
"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..."
"Shut up...leave me alone...just please go away!" I plead, tears pouring down my face.
"MURDERER....MURDERER...MURDERER..."
"PLEASE! I'm going...I'm leaving...Just leave me alone..." I cry as I fall back on my bed. I sob into my pillow as the chants continue. Then I hear Ville's voice.
"What about me Bammie..?" He whispers desperately. Oh god...Ville! He's going to die without me! What am I going to do! I choke back more sobs as the chants overpower Ville.
"Have to make them stop.." I whisper as I walk into the bathroom. After looking around in my bag, I find my razor. I open it, and bring it down across my arm, in a swift, straight line, again, and again, and again.... I pass out eventually.
"MURDERER....MURDERER....MURDERER...." The voices wake me. I move to find myself in a pool of my own blood. On my left arm, along with the deep red scar of before, are two dozen long, straight scratches. What am I doing to myself? I'm going to die if I'm not careful. I clean and dress quickly, deciding that work will keep me from doing something stupid. I decide to find Weber, to 'Thank' him for what he did. As I march through the camp, I feel eyes on me, but no one is looking.
"MURDERER....MURDERER...MURDERER..." The voices chant again. I gulp, and look around desperately. I can sill feel eyes on me but nothing. I look at the floor as I continue to walk, and again, I feel eyes on me. When I look up, I see a thousand rotting, burning, crumpling corpses staring back at me, their eyes very white, very wide.
"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." They chant, as they point at me. I find myself passing out as the walk closer and closer...