Officer x You (Fifty-one)
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You were sent to Theresienstadt Camp, or were forced to step into this hellish city.
The town was filled with a gloomy atmosphere. The camp had several watchtowers built along the barbed wire, where soldiers armed with live ammunition were stationed.
Their index fingers were on the triggers, always in a state of combat readiness, extremely vigilant, ready to shoot anyone who tried to escape the camp.
For the first time, the camp was rosy in color, as if the originally milky white clouds had been painted with blood.
The main gate looks like an ordinary village camp, but you can go around to the backyard, which is surrounded by a high wire mesh fence. The scene behind the fence will shock you, and you will instantly understand the meaning of "service camp".
There were a dozen, perhaps dozens of girls there, lying, sitting, curled up with empty eyes, like a group of cattle and sheep kept in an iron cage, quietly waiting for the butcher's axe to fall, their white bodies swaying in your eyes.
There is a girl looking at you through the fence, like a naked baby just born, suffering from terrible shame, her skinny hands resting on the barbed wire.
There was no smell of burnt skin from electricity passing through it. The barbed wire here was not electrified, and they were even deprived of the right to commit suicide.
The warden of the service camp, a thick-lipped gypsy, saw Eric and knew that he was the personal guard of the camp's supreme commander. He immediately stood at attention, took off his hat, saluted, and greeted him respectfully.
"Sir, the service battalion welcomes you!"
He turned sideways towards the naked girls, his flattering eyes never leaving Eric, but his proud finger had already pointed at the black tattoos on the girls' chests -
Their numbers, to be more precise, are prison numbers, and also their current names.
"Which one would you like to choose to serve you? Don't worry, they have all been bathed and checked by the medical camp. They are clean, harmless, and have been sterilized."
"Um."
Eric responded briefly and fell silent again, as if he was briefly weighing the pros and cons.
"Of course, there are still some people providing services inside. If you don't mind, you can wait in line. Oh, yes, that one with a very Aryan figure and appearance was played with so harshly by the officers that he's like a dead pig and can't move anymore. He was just taken away by the advance team yesterday."
The cell leader maintained a flattering smile and happily introduced the service recipients in the service camp, then shifted his gaze from the black military uniform in front of him to you.
Hehehe twice.
"Sir, who is this lady?"
You clung tightly to Eric's side. You didn't think Schleicher was the kind of person who would send you to serve. It was even less likely that someone in the military would disobey orders. So there was only one possibility—
Eric received direct orders from someone higher in rank than Schleicher, making it impossible for him to disobey.
"I have a new Aryan woman who has committed a crime and has been sent to the service camp."
After the plain words were spoken, the other party's tentative eyes immediately became sticky.
This feeling reminds you of the super glue you used as a child. You touched it out of curiosity, but the glue hadn't dried yet and instead stuck to your fingers. The more you tried to get rid of it, the more disgusted you felt because of the stickiness.
You didn't avoid the other person's gaze, suppressed the fear in your heart, and boldly looked back at the cell leader, but secretly your hand was pulling at the cuffs of Eric's military uniform. He is now your greatest hope of escape.
"Eric..."
"You...you are betraying your superiors by doing this. Schleicher will not let you go..."
I haven't eaten corn for too long, and my headache feels like the god of death is swinging an iron weapon and hitting my head again and again, making it difficult for me to think.
Eric half-hugged your shoulders, and after delivering his verdict on you, he gave the warden a well-considered answer after weighing the pros and cons.
"But wait two hours before letting her serve. Remember, she can only serve after two hours and undergo the routine pre-service inspection. This is a military order!"
"Yes, sir!"
The warden was smiling, holding his head high and speaking in a loud voice, which made your headache even worse.
Eric released his half-hold on your shoulders, turned around, and looked at you, with a look of pity in his gray-blue eyes again.
"Ma'am, please take care of yourself."
…
Communications Battalion.
"Your Excellency, Governor. Yes, I have sent the men to the service camp."
Outside the barracks, bursts of sharp whistles that seemed to echo each other enveloped the lifeless town, mixed with the dull sounds of soldiers running and roaring shouts.
Those who escaped the screening and survived by chance lined up tiredly according to the whistle command, moving in an orderly manner, waiting for an endless roll call.
"The major came back furious. Yes, he still forbade the screening of the children's camp. Krupp did temporarily reject the major's request."
The whistle continued in his ears. Eric held the microphone in his right hand, took his eyes off the constantly turning minute hand of the clock, turned slightly sideways, and looked out the window.
In the distance, the clouds in the sky were dirty, and even the scorching sun could not wash away the ashes of the clouds. The entire camp seemed to be wrapped in a huge shroud.
Above the camp, the people stared down at the uneven ground like rows of soulless Czech puppets.
"The major didn't contact anyone from the Imperial Labor Committee. He spoke to the minister on the phone." Eric retracted his gaze, continued to stare at the time, and reported to the person on the other end of the phone.
"I didn't hear the specific content of the conversation, but before I left, I heard him mention Lida Barova's name. Yes, Your Excellency, I heard it correctly. It was indeed Miss Barova."
The whistle finally stopped, but a scream like someone's throat was cut instantly pierced every corner of this model camp advertised to the outside world.
The daily stretching session has begun.
"Long live the Empire."
Eric hung up the phone, glanced at the clock on the wall again, quickly skimmed over the screening list information provided by the advance team, and rushed to Bohusovice Railway Station without stopping.
…
You were taken to the waiting room of the service camp and squatted on the ground, with girls wearing new clothes sitting on both sides.
The clothes they wore didn't fit them well, as if they had just been taken off someone else's body and forced onto themselves.
A girl crawled out of the service booth on her knees and sat next to you. She was holding a large piece of bread with strawberry jam filling in it and was frantically stuffing the precious food into her mouth.
This picture reminds you of Jean Valjean in Hugo's "Les Miserables". Due to the injustice of heaven and the current situation, he was forced to sell his soul for a piece of bread.
You couldn't bear to watch any longer, so you curled your legs under your chin, endured the headache and the intermittent current passing through your system, and thought.
You know Eric bought you two hours of safety, but you can't just pin your hopes on Schleicher.
You hold a picked-up wooden stick in your right hand, hidden behind your back, and rub it against the ground constantly, trying hard to polish the tip of the stick into a pointed shape.
At this moment, the girl was suddenly choked by the bread, her cheeks turned red and purple, and she struggled on the ground. The girl next to her anxiously hugged her waist from behind, and squeezed her upwards with both hands regularly, making a large piece of bread that had not been chewed yet.
She spoke something you couldn't understand, probably Polish, and then she knelt beside the girl, chattering non-stop. The girl was so shocked by the emergency operation just now that she rolled her eyes.
"I... I'm fine, don't tell them... I, I still have to continue serving..."
The girl regained her breath and began coughing violently, speaking in Czech, which you could barely understand this time.
After she recovered, she picked up the bread on the ground without hesitation, put it in her mouth, and ate it with relish, as if she was enjoying a feast.
The people around her, except for the girl who helped her with artificial rescue at the beginning, were silent from beginning to end.
This is the evil consequence of war - the disaster that oppresses oneself is so desperate and heavy that the suffering of others can no longer cause ripples in one's heart.
God is not in Theresienstadt, and compassion is as worthless as the smelly bricks in the camp toilet. It may even bring you death.
"Aryan woman? Are you a newly arrived political prisoner?"
Emilia, who was sitting next to you, had been silently observing your expression since you arrived in the waiting room. The undisguised pity and sympathy on your face reminded her of her past self.
Hearing the familiar German, you nodded, then shook your head, not knowing how to define your identity.
Emilia stood up and took out a hat from the changing area in the waiting room. She continued to squat and handed the hat to you, with dirt between her fingers.
"Thank...thank you?"
Good manners and upbringing make you subconsciously say thank you first.
"Take it with you. Your golden hair is too smooth and dazzling. If those demons see you, they will definitely devour you like wild beasts. Don't try to resist if you are chosen."
Emilia's eyes shifted away from the constant grinding of the stick behind you. "Resistance will only lead to death. Cater to them, endure it, and you can continue to live."
"Thanks……"
You put your golden hair under a hat, a gray cloth hat barely covering your golden hair, you picked up a handful of dirt from the ground and smeared it on your face.
Next door, groans, screams, and curses, mixed with the smell of carefully polished military boots with a hint of old grease, rushed into your ears from under the curtain that was constantly swaying due to the violence.
The so-called service compartments are temporary partitions that are connected to each other without walls between them, but are simply connected by long curtains.
Time passed quickly and two hours passed.
Maybe you disguised yourself well, or maybe the people around you were promoting themselves hard in order to get food, so you were not selected by the military.
Just when you thought you had escaped, a pair of black leather shoes appeared before your eyes.
"Look up."
Depp, with the vicissitudes of life that cannot be washed away by time.
There are guards from the service camp around you. If you resist now, you will only be beaten, so you raise your head in obedience.
He was an old man wearing a washed suit jacket with a red silk boutonniere on his wrinkled suit pocket. He gave you a greedy and obsessed smile.
The person who came was actually the elder of the committee whom you met on your first day at Clay Castle.
Not long ago, you were still worried and sympathetic for him, but now, you have become a lamb to be slaughtered under his knife.
Nausea, you feel nauseous, very nauseous.
If the sticky look the cell warden gave you just now made you feel like super glue was stuck to your hands, then now, this disgusting feeling is like being forced to swallow the tube of super glue, your throat is oppressed, and your internal organs are clamoring.
Capo bent his old waist and took off your hat. His soft golden hair was as bright and dazzling as gold foil, which was the appearance feature of the superior people in this camp.
The service camp serves not only those in the military, but also the group of Capos who aid and abet the evil.
They use the power temporarily assigned to them and their stigmatized inferior status to continue bullying those who are even more pitiful.
"Good boy, are you doing well with your oral exercises? Have you done oral training before?"
The curtains on both sides were drawn, forming a square coffin together with the ceiling and the ground.
Capo sat on the bed. Even his age of nearly sixty could not stop his dirty desires. He was unbuttoning his belt with his wrinkled hands, trembling.
System, if I kill him, can I get out alive?
[Host, one hundred percent not]
You took a deep breath, planning to give him a verbal warning and threat first. If that didn't work, you'd just go for broke. The tip of the wooden stick hidden behind your right hand was looking for an opportunity. The stick had limited attack power, so you planned to find the right moment to poke his vulnerable eyeball.
"Why don't you answer me? Good girl, have you never given anyone a blowjob before..."
Suddenly, with a loud noise, the heavy curtain was pulled open, and the sunlight coming through the camp window instantly filled the narrow, coffin-like compartment. What caught your eye was a gray-black military uniform, and then you heard a fierce curse.
Someone grabbed Capo by the hair and dragged him out. The old man let out a shrill scream, like a wild duck whose neck had been chopped off in public.
The hands that had just been trying to assault him were now tightly grasping his beltless pants, which were about to fall off. The mouth that had just been spewing foul language was now desperately begging for mercy.
Dignity, in an instant, is like cattle and sheep trapped in a swamp, all is lost in the struggle.
"Kitten! Are you hurt?"
He returned to the cubicle, cupped your face in his hands, and rubbed his thumb up and down, wiping away all the dust on your face, revealing a face that had suffered a great injustice.
Schleicher's heart suddenly wrinkled, and there was a rustling in his ears. Then he turned his head away, with a sinister look in his eyes.
"Get out of here now! Anyone who comes to the service camp looking for fun today will go to the punishment camp and receive two lashes! All entertainment will be banned for a week!"
The officers in the other compartments were unlucky. They put on their clothes in a hurry and wanted to peek for fun, but they were caught red-handed. After saluting their direct superiors, they quickly received military orders and left in disgrace.
Emilia was lying on the bed next to her, her whole body convulsing. Her face was so hideous that the only thing left on her body was twitching from the stimulation of her nerve endings. She slowly turned her head to the east.
East of the veil is heaven, west of the veil is hell.
"Schleicher..."
You dropped the wooden stick in your hand, your stomach churning with psychological nausea, and you leaned over the bed, about to vomit. Schleicher quickly stepped forward and hugged your waist, soothing your back.
You took the glass of water handed to you by the cell leader with a fearful look on his face. As the water entered your stomach, the nausea that was churning in your stomach was finally suppressed.
"I'm here. It's me, Ina, Kitty. It's my fault. It's all my fault."
He held you tightly in his arms, comforted you softly, and then instructed the corporal behind him, "Drive my car and take the lady to the medical camp. No, take the lady directly back to Clay Castle and send a military doctor over!"
"Yes, sir!"
You got in the car and left. As the Mercedes was about to leave the gate of Theresienstadt Camp, the guard stopped the car and said, "This week's password!"
"Glory is forged in blood."
Blood was gushing out of his mouth and nose at this moment. The black military boots were extremely hard. Schleicher raised his foot and stepped on Capo's face, rolling it back and forth as if he was crushing out a cigarette butt.
"Sir, please... please spare me..."
"Capo, I forgave you and even gave you a chance to be reborn. But how did you repay me?"
Schleicher sneered, with a look of disgust on his face as if he had eaten a fly. He half-knelt down and used the thumb and index finger of his left hand to separate Capo's closed eyelids, as if to explore the angle.
"I'm asking you a question. Are you deaf?!"
"I...I didn't know she was Madam...I, I didn't touch Madam at all..."
While Capo was explaining haltingly, Schleicher took out a cigarette box from his pocket, lit one, and took a few deep puffs. The spark on the cigarette butt instantly lit up, and the ash fell on Capo's thick lips.
"No?"
"Then you've seen it after all, haven't you?"
After saying that, he grabbed Capo's hair without warning. The old man was forced to arch his neck, his whole body suddenly shook, his black pupils dilated rapidly in fear, and the cigarette butt with sparks was thrust into his eyes.
"ah--"
The screams before death were particularly sharp.
The cell leader, who had witnessed everything, knelt down and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. The girls in the service camp quietly crouched at the camp windows, each feeling a different emotion.
After both of Capo's eyes were destroyed, Schleicher stood up, covering his right hand with his left hand and rubbing the dust off his hands.
So disgusting.
He waved his hand, and someone came forward, grabbing Capo's legs and dragging him towards the waste disposal camp. The friction of the outside force had completely pulled his pants down to his ankles, and his short weapon was exposed to the world without dignity.
Chapter 50, "Eric was still standing there like a piece of wood." Eric was trying to eavesdrop on the phone call.
The Capo in this chapter is the elder who appeared in Chapter 46.
This chapter has a total of 12,000 yuan, 5,000 yuan is released, and the remaining 7,000 yuan is in the hidden ending of the return gift:
The second close contact, Schleicher took the initiative to do ③, Ina tried to train the dog (?) to escape and failed
"Today it's my turn, tomorrow it will be your turn."
This chapter is supplemented
Red heart is the driving force of renewalbr>
No gift record
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