When she regained a bit of consciousness again, he had already carried her out of the car, holding her as he walked up to the top floor, gently placing her on the large bed in the attic room. The moment her body touched the soft sheets, he descended upon her like a vampire that had just fallen from the rooftop. She felt no heavy pressure from his body, only the overwhelming intensity of his gaze.
His eyes shone brightly, and the back of his gloved hand brushed across her forehead, gently playing with her hair. “Poor little thing, my angel, now you should know that the most cruel in this world are not the men with guns, but the women filled with jealousy. Let me guess, what did she do to you?”
Her skin was burning hot; she was running a high fever. “It seems there are no visible injuries on the surface of your skin.” His ice-blue eyes fixed on her delicate forehead, where there was a small scar that would be hard to notice unless one looked closely.
“Electric shock… drowning… needle pricks,” he seemed to be heartbroken, gently kissing the scorching mark on her temple. “That wicked woman still harmed your body.”
She couldn’t help but tremble, unable to endure his feigned compassion, knowing full well it was he who had sent her to that hellish concentration camp, and now he was here making light of it.
“What do you want me to do?” She couldn’t help but cry out; her tears were scalding, fueled by her fever. If he merely wanted her body, he could have ravaged her countless times already. If he aimed to destroy her will, then she was already utterly defeated.
“What a steadfast girl you are. All you need to do is maintain a submissive attitude, obey all my commands, and that’s it.” The corners of his lips curled into a seductive smile, “This isn’t hard to do. Just think clearly: do you want to stay here, or go back to the camp, or to Dr. Jaxon’s laboratory? He likes you very much, to the point of obsession…”
She closed her eyes, the memories of Margaret from the camp causing her pain, and the thought of Dr. Jaxon’s laboratory filling her with dread. Nhanyi had resigned herself to her fate; she was already in hell, what difference did it make which layer of hell she was in…
“It seems I’ve truly frightened you. This reaction is not good. But it’s no wonder; my little angel has just returned from hell. I will let you know that heaven is right next to hell. Let me see what Lieutenant Margaret has taught you besides intimidation…”
She turned her head away. In Margaret’s witch-like camp, facing threats and intimidation, and the lewd advances of Lieutenant Robert, she could refuse with words, but in front of him, she couldn’t muster the courage to resist.
Nhanyi half-closed her eyes, her breath faint. This time she had truly resigned herself; hot tears silently slid down her cheeks. She must have committed a grave sin in her past life to end up in the hands of several perverted Nazis, enduring torment over and over again. She had already contemplated death in her heart. Father, mother, please forgive your unfilial daughter; now that she has fallen into the hands of thieves, she can no longer serve her parents. Sisters, I fear I will never see you again…
The long night dragged on, and the rain poured heavily…
The curtains were drawn open, and a warm morning sun streamed in through the window. Nhanyi turned her head away; the sunlight was somewhat blinding. She was no longer feverish, but her whole body felt as if it had been crushed. She struggled to sit up. Two maids were tidying up the room, which was in disarray. Her clothes were scattered all over the floor, and a slightly plump woman was bending down, picking them up one by one and putting them into a basket.
“Wait,” Nhanyi spoke up. The plump woman looked up, staring at her with indifference. “Please leave me one piece.” Even a prison uniform was better than being naked or draped in a sheet.
The plump woman exchanged glances with another woman, their indifferent expressions seemingly mocking her silently.
“I want my clothes, please give them to me, okay?” She pleaded, looking at the two women.
“Miss, the general has ordered that these clothes be burned because they are dirty.” The plump woman finally spoke, her tone harsh and unfeeling.
“Please get out of bed; we need to wash the sheets and blankets.” The other tall, thin woman also approached.
