You called? (Stephen)

[Casper Heniz]

It had been a few days since the incident with Stephen Kaiser, the girl prisoner and he. Casper had been quite shaken up by what he had seen Kaiser do. He had made a mental note to not go near the evil Kaiser as long as he could help it. He had spent the rest of that day in the offices, typing up paper work as he had been let off guard duty. Thank goodness. He didn’t think he could cope with yet more inmates being attacked by vile soldiers.

Little did he know that a note was being penned and sent to him a few hours after the incident? It hadn’t got to him until a few days afterwards for reasons unknown. He had been sitting in the guards’ mess, eating his breakfast when it had arrived. The mail boy had handed it to him and then had exited. He was alone on the table so had opened it there and then – a note from Kaiser, requesting his presence at his office as soon as possible. Casper dreaded this and saw that it had been dated a few days ago. Odd how it had only just been handed to him – maybe someone had stopped it from being sent deliberately to spite him? Or maybe it had simply been lost. He stood up, finishing his breakfast quickly, and then headed for Kaiser’s office.

It took him a few minutes to walk there; finally he stopped at a metal door with Kaiser’s name on it. He checked his uniform just to make sure it was all in place before he knocked on the door. He was nervous, he felt his hands sweating. What did Kaiser want? Did he want to punish him for how he had acted – in a friendly manner towards the inmate by the quarry that day? He had been laughed at by his fellow soldiers when news had got round what had happened. His hand was still sore and he could still see the boot marks faintly on it.

[Rudolf Steiner]

The North Western wing of the administration building of the quarry was where the SS-Untersturmführer, the interm in charge's office was located was a rather spacious area. The outer office was in charge of the all the administrative and bureaucratic aspects of the quarry, something that Stephan found dreadfully boring. There was nothing more hated by Stephan than having to sit in his office and filing paperwork and overseeing documents and such. The outer office had a few Waffen-SS NCO's assigned office work due to their literacy, a secretary and two guards standing outside SS-Obersturmführer Stephan Kaiser. Stephan spends as little time as possible in this area of the massive quarry complex as he simply abhorred office work and felt like a constricted tiger in his own terms. However this was sort of better off for Stephan than being in the front lines as he highly valued his life, he was still not ready to be in battle yet.

Stephan ever since his teenage years had developed a severe case of paranoia, he had a haunting fear that someone was out to kill him, thus he always had two guards at his office door. Inside the luscious office of Stephan one would see that it was rather well furnished, spartan in it's design yet well designed. Three out of the four walls had bookshelves from the floor to the ceiling stacked with philosophy books, political books, history books and books about Eugenics and races the bookshelves in themselves were mahogany. A sofa in the far right corner for lounging and for friends to sit in non formal situations, made of velvet and mahogany wood, with two matching chairs at the desk where Stephan sat. Upon the desk the most prominent feature is the gold placard with Stephan Kaiser, SS-Obersturmführer etched into it. A silver ashtray in the far left corner, a silver box filled with sweets . A stack of piled up documents currently littered his desk, as he was far too bothered to clean it up, he was going to have the secretary do it. In the far back wall behind Stephan's desk was a portrait of Adolf Hitler and a massive swastika banner. In the far left was a good sized window where Stephan would act as an overseer, his icy cold gray eyes watching intently. Lastly a phonograph of high quality.

Stephan stepped into his office after ordering his secretary to make him the morning cup of coffee as always, receiving more documents from her to add to the already ridiculously large pile on his desk. Walking into his office he instantly sets the documents on top of the other documents and instantly gets to work signing documents and reading documents, the dreary aspect of his job. Eventually he called in his secretary who walked in with his coffee setting it on his desk and taking a handful of folders with her on the way out to be filed. Now what was left was what Stephan wanted to look through for his own personal pleasure. Rifling through endless amount of files he finally found the one he had been searching for. Stephan picked up his office phone and muttered on the phone, "Frau, Gottlieb fand ich, was ich wollte, kommen Sie bitte in und ergreift die sonstigen Dokumenten. Auch danke für den Kaffee ist es wunderbar." A moment later she returns into his office takes the other batch, smiles at Stephan and leaves. Stephan more often than not tortured the poor soul but at other times he treated her like a lady. Stephan had been brought up to respect woman and that side of him remained no matter how monstrous he was dubbed, well except if that woman was of inferior blood that is. Stephan walked up to the phonograph and placed a CD into it lowering the metal bit that caused the CD to scratch then play a Bach piece, Toccata And Fugue in D-minor on church organs. The file in bold red stated vertraulich*. The file was a gestpo report on one of his own soldiers who were assigned here. The man he was inquiring about was SS-Rottenführer Casper Heinz. Thoroughly going over his papers and his history he awaited his arrival into his office. He had sent him a summoning letter which he was bound to be receiving at this moment, purposely dated a few days ago.

Mrs, Gottlieb I found what I wanted, please come in and take the other documents. Also thank you for the coffee it's wonderful.

* Confidential

P.S: This is the song that will be playing through the thread www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bosouX_d8Y&feature=related it's such a serene, peaceful song but this what I want will I torture you for ironic purposes

[Casper Heniz]

The two guards were staring at him, one smirking slightly. Casper ignored them and watched the door. He heard a sound of music coming from within. Ave Maria it sounded like – Casper loved music. Especially beautiful music like this. Maybe Kaiser wanted to show him something? Maybe the man knew Casper’s love of music? He remembered many times in Berlin he had sat (usually with clients) in the bars and clubs were such music was being played. He had been told many historical interesting stories about where the music and composer had come from. Sadly, some of that music had been by Jewish composers and had thus been confiscated by the Nazis as soon as was possible; along with the books and paintings. Many times Casper did wonder if that life would ever come back....

He heard what he thought was sound of a human presence and thus opened the door after he had knocked. He stepped into the room, seeing a desk full of papers. The thing that dominated the room was the picture of Hitler and the swastika behind the desk. Hitler started out at the room and he looked away from the face. He noticed Kaiser and quickly stood to attention saying the Nazi salute and standing to attention, knowing that he had been told off for not saying it before by this man. He relaxed slightly after saying this and let his hand drop by his side.

” Es tut mir leid, dass ich nicht früher gekommen. Ihr Brief nur noch für mich an diesem Morgen.“ he was nervous, he bit his lip and looked away from Kaiser, down at the desk to where a document lay. It stood out from others because of the read writing – Confidential – and there, in bold was his name....his own name. He froze, a cold chill ran over his body. The Gestapo had been looking into him...had they found out?! His breathing was becoming faster and he tried to keep it down, swallowing and feeling his stomach contract with fear. Oh shit. He thought he might as well ask, in a perfectly innocent way why that folder had his name on it. “ Dieser Ordner Sir. Warum muss es meinem Namen drauf?“ he looked up at Kaiser. In that moment, he suddenly thought he recognised the man from a long time ago...frowning he looked away and out of the window.

Translations:
I am sorry that I did not come sooner. Your letter only got to me this morning.
That folder sir. Why does it have my name on it?

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan lit a cigarette and then carelessly tossed his pack of cigarettes on the desk, leaning back with the chair he finally got to enjoy the music he had been playing for so long. Imaginary baton in hand, he waved the cigarette about causing shreds of smoke to float upwards. It was indeed quite a beautiful piece that he had thoroughly enjoyed , despite his dark, twisted sadist persona he does enjoy the finer things in life, such as classic music. He was a pianist himself, but a terrible one though, he could never seem to be able to go far with the piano, thus he gave up too quickly. Upon hearing voices outside his door, he adjusted himself, utilizing the rolling chair, he turned around so that the back of his chair was facing the door. "eintreten!"

As soon as the person intruding upon his privacy, Stephan turned around slowly to face the intruder. A look of dismay and a hint of disgust appeared on his face. "schloss die verdammte Tür!" Stephan's eyes traveled up and down apprising the man standing in front of him giving him the Nazi salute. Stephan blew a plume of smoke from his lips before he began to speak once more, his voice was full of contempt and sheer arrogance, in response to the soldier's question. "Erstens haben Sie nicht die Erlaubnis zu sprechen gegeben, mehr Bad Aufgaben für Sie, zweitens bin ich derjenige, der die tun werden die Frage nicht anders herum Rottenführer Heinz verstanden?"

Stephan then casually rifled through the document, the front page had the soldier's photograph held to the document with a clip holder. Setting the folder once more on the desk, he looked up at him then down on the papers casually flicking through them. Ashing his cigarette he took another heavy drag then looked up at him. "Rottenführer, in meiner Hand habe ich deine ganze Vergangenheit ab dem Tag du geboren wurdest, bis zum letzten Atemzug das Sie gerade aufgenommen hatte, muss ich sagen, ich bin nicht sehr glücklich mit dem, was ich sehe, ehrlich zu sein ... Natürlich ist das alles mit freundlicher Genehmigung von der Gestapo Freunde von mir."

Enter!

Shut the damn door

Firstly you have not been given permission to speak, more bathroom duties for you, secondly I am the one who will be doing the questioning not the other way around Rottenführer Heinz understood? Of course this is all courtesy of the Gestapo friends of mine.

[Casper Heniz]

Oh dear. He had been told off yet again. He hadn’t meant to ask it just shocked him that his name was on the file marked confidential. He looked away and listened to what Stephen said. Oh no....that file must have what he had once done before all those years ago. He was in for it now. Dead. He was going to die at the hands of a sad twisted fuck of a Nazi and he actually wasn’t scared. He knew that coming into the SS had been a bit risky...actually more than a bit. He had just known that if he tried to change his identity then it might have worked but obviously, the clever Gestapo had seen through him. He had thought he had got away with it for ever – how wrong he was.

”Ja.” he turned around and shut the door, letting it quick softly behind him before turning back to face Kaiser. Well obviously he wouldn’t be pleased. He thought of trying to deny it all but realised that he would be fighting a very badly losing battle if he tried to do that. He did not want to look at Kaiser, he did not know whether the man was going to shoot to kill or torture him or even chuck him into the camp – funny that they were so near a camp full of people like Casper...ironic much.

The only way he looked at it was he could try and say that he had forgotten that all – that it was a long time ago and not to be thought of. Taking a deep breath he muttered: ” Was Sie dort zu sehen .... das war vor langer Zeit ...” he glanced at Kaiser before looking away and intently at the file. The room had suddenly become very warm and stuffy and it wasn’t just the smoke from the cigarette that his superior was smoking.

Translations:
What you see there....that was a long time ago....

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan's icy gaze lowered back to the folder once more as he rifled through the document once more, every few moments he would flip a page, the sound of the rifling paper was the only sound heard. By now a cloud of fuzzy smoke hung over the office. Stephan was highly accustomed to the endless clouds of smoke that hung right underneath his ceiling. After a while, Stephan finally shut the folder, only the world CONFIDENTIAL in red (In German) was on the front of the folder with the Swastika symbol in the far right corner, with the Eagle insignia in the middle of the swastika.

Stephan then finally stood up and circled the soldier, his hands behind his back after walking two circles around him observing him. Then in sheer silence he seated himself at his desk once more and lit another cigarette. "Erklären Sie sich ... Wirklich jetzt ... Man Hure interessante Berufswahl, fragte Gestapo mir, Ihnen im Rahmen eines wirklich genau im Auge zu behalten. Jetzt sehe ich, was sie, wenn sie mich gesandt hat diese Dateien gemeint ist." Stephan reached out for his rifle very casually, he placed it on the desk emptied the cartridge and reloaded his rifle and smacked the cartridge back into the rifle taking aim at him.

He placed his rifle back next to him propping it up against the wall right behind him. A small smirk etched on his face knowing that he probably scared the bejesus out of the soldier. He then with an outstretched palm motioned for him to sit ever so casually. Stephan from behind the desk reached into one of the drawers where he kept a few of his favorite toys i.e: torture devices. His gloved hand playfully exploring the items that he could toy with him with.

Explain yourself... Really now... Man whore interesting career choice, Gestapo asked me to keep you under a really close eye. Now I see what they meant when they sent me these files.

[Casper Heniz]

The music had stopped. It had come to the end of the record and was humming quietly until it finally stopped dead. He gulped, his whole body now shaking, his breathing coming fast. He watched as Kaiser started flicking through the papers of his file. He could make out a few words and sentences all in German – “Seen on street corner with man....”.....”Seen entering house with man....” It was quite a few pages long. The way Kaiser flipped the pages and how they were the only sounds in the room made him feel slightly sick. It did not help that the smoke from his cigarette was making the room all fuzzy and stink.

After what seemed like an age, Kaiser stood up. The boy lent away from him and straight up, staring at Hitler’s nose on the opposite wall as the man circled him. He was terrified, utterly terrified. Was Kaiser going to hit him? Hurt him in some way? Even kill him?! After two circles, Kaiser went back to his desk and lit another cigarette.

” "Erklären Sie sich ... Wirklich jetzt ... Man Hure interessante Berufswahl, fragte Gestapo mir, Ihnen im Rahmen eines wirklich genau im Auge zu behalten. Jetzt sehe ich, was sie, wenn sie mich gesandt hat diese Dateien gemeint ist."”

Man whore....did Kaiser really have to say it like that? It wasn’t that bad. It paid well and....and.... So the Gestapo had been keeping tabs on him then. The file was full and obviously they had been watching him for some time – possibly years. How could he explain himself? What he had done...it had been his job...he had known nothing else...he had been around those sorts of people so had naturally assumed that it wasn’t minded. But then the Nazis had come into power....

Before he could say anything, Casper’s eyes widened as he looked at him now and saw that he had produced a gun and was re-filling the cartridges. Suddenly he turned it on him and Casper took an automatic step back. But the man didn’t fire and put it behind his desk, that small smirk which had been present on the day when he had been in the quarry back again. Casper noticed how he was now silent, looking for something in his drawers, that smirk...the boy thought he might as well explain a bit...

”I....I...” he stuttered and fiddled with his hands, looking at Hitler’s nose again which was suddenly interesting on the back wall. ” Sie erkennen nicht .... ich von den Leuten war in jungen Jahren beeinflusst .... ich, dass es das Richtige zu tun, dachte ... Ich kannte nichts anderes.” He said this all very quickly, once he had finished he glanced back at Kaiser to see his expression. He hoped he had tried to redeem himself a little bit. Even if he was to die, he knew that he would die happy if he had tried a little to get some dignity back. He was shaking, his lip trembling; he tried hard not to allow Kaiser to see his nerves so instead just went back to staring at Hitler’s nose, not wanting to be thought as weak. In actual fact, he had enjoyed his days as a man whore as Kaiser had called it...but of course, he would not say this out loud. What he wanted to know was what the file said about him...Kaiser had waved his hand to ask Casper to sit and the boy moved forwards slowly before sitting down nervously on the chair in front of the desk.

Translate:
You don't realise....I was influenced by people at a young age....I thought that it was the right thing to do...I knew nothing else.

[Rudolf Steiner]

OOC: Again I profuelsy apologize for such a late response you have every right to hate me right now, but please don't Much love

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wod-MudLNPA&feature=related (This is the song that will be playing during the post)

IC: Stephan by now was no longer listening to the soldier who was seated across the desk as he tried through a quivering voice to explain himself to his superior, Stephan had already made up his mind about what he wanted to do with him from the moment that his donned his black leather gloves reached into his desk drawer and was fiddling about with the ample amount of torture devices and tools he had on him, once more courtesy of the Gestapo. For you see there is a reason Stephan was interned here, he beyond anything else was best suited for interrogation and extracting information and would be more suited to interrogate non desirable and Jews rather than being on the front line, for now. Stephan was simply savoring the moment as it passed, the faltering man's voice, his body shaking from behind the desk, perhaps his sudden urge to use the bathroom, all this was simply ecstasy to Stephan. Stephan as he completely ignored the soldier his head cocked up once the music died and before getting up, he placed one item from the drawer into his SS jacket pocket. Inside his drawer there was a button to call the guards outside, a pistol for emergencies, many of Stephan's favorite torture devices and a letter from the Nazi high board that stated that his work in France will be ending very shortly due to his duty where he is required to head to Italy top join the Axis War Council and perhaps participate in the German advance in Italy to push the bastard allies back out of Italy and to aid Mussolini's troops. This was going to be Stephan's first actual battle, he was no longer the master sadist, the Jew hunter now he was needed elsewhere and he was not going to fulfill his duties for the Fuhrer and the Fatherland.

Stephan went to the phonograph and removed the record all the while the man at his desk was blubbering his excuse and Stephan was simply not listening, and replaced it with another, a cackle then Ode To Joy began playing. Stephan's face seemed more serene, no longer twisted with sadistic smirks. "Beethoven, ein schönes Beispiel für die Reinheit der deutschen Rasse auf die Schönheit dieses Stück zu hören, so ruhig, so ruhig, und doch so Pracht." He began to hum along and waltzing around his office and humming along with the tune. He now was seated on the edge of his desk, his SS hat laid straight on his cropped blond head. He reached for his cigarettes and lighter from the back of the desk and lit a cigarette. Haben Sie nicht hatte ein in eine Weile, rauchst du?" Offering him a cigarette. He blew a plume of smoke then looked over inspecting him with his icy gray eyes. "Also sag mir, Rottenführer, wie auf der Erde bist du am Ende mit einem solchen erniedrigend sub ​​menschlichen Arbeit? Ich bin ziemlich neugierig, wie konntest du jemals degradieren sich selbst auf das Niveau von Reisig und Hurerei" Stephan was not the least bit curios as he vehemently abhorred homosexuality merely because Hitler had stated that they were inferior and now having found amongst their midst how on earth was he to handle this? Would the SS high command commend him for his death? However Germany was running low on manpower, perhaps he could imprison him here and strip him of his ranks and actually count him as a subhuman thing. He had heard that Auswitch was indeed looking for more inmates for scientific testing. Perhaps he might even be given an award?

Beethoven, a fine example of the purity in the German race listen to the sheer beauty of this piece, so serene, so calm, yet so grandeur.

Haven't had one in a while, you smoke?

So tell me Rottenführer how on earth did you end up having such a demeaning sub human job? I'm quite curious about how could you ever degrade yourself to the level of faggots and whoredom

[Casper Heniz]

Silence filled the room; Casper was tapping his fingers nervously against the palm of his hand, feeling physically sick. He watched Stephen as his superior stood up, walked over to the phonograph and changed the record – it was Beethoven...the familiar music of “Ode to Joy.” Slightly ironic one could say. He shivered slightly and swallowed something that had come up in his mouth. He noticed that the smirk had gone – being replaced by a serene face. Maybe he would be let off? Maybe Stephen would not believe what the Gestapo had said.

Oh and then he started to talk about “Ode to Joy.” How it was a fine example of the “purity” of the German race. ” Ich hörte, wie ein Kind ... nicht oft Beethoven, aber I. ... Ich habe seine Musik zu genießen.” he said very quickly. He hoped that he might be able to try and bring up his dignity a bit further if he said he had listened to the music before – not that he had. If it had been any other time, Casper would have laughed at his superior as he waltzed around the room – it would have probably been a jolly evening under different circumstances...but no, not now. It just wasn’t the time what with the tension in the room that was at breaking point.

Stephen had come to rest on the edge of the desk, un-comfortably close to Casper. Even though the room was big, to have the man so close – so....intimate....made him shiver again. He knew if he moved his chair away, the man might say something so he just sat there, still drumming his fingers on his palm in a nervous manner.

He then pulled out a cigarette packet and lighter, offering Casper one, who shook his head and looked away. No, he did not want one. The time wasn’t right for a cigarette. Blowing the smoke into the room, Stephen asked another question. He seemed to be enjoying his questioning.

” Ich ging nach Berlin ... Ich war 15 Jahre alt. Ich hatte keine Ahnung, wohin ich ging ... Leute nahmen mich herein ... die Huren hat mich in. ..” he glanced at Stephen as he said this.

Translations:
I listened to Beethoven as a child...not often, but I....I did enjoy his music.
I went to Berlin...I was 15 years old. I had no idea where I was going...people took me in....the whores took me in...

[Rudolf Steiner]

OOC: www.youtube.com/watch?v=V92OBNsQgxU&feature=related (Music playing)
and www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAbwMGZtIsY

Once more Stephan had seemed able to tone out the soldier's sentences, for as he spoke he merely waved his cigarette around like a maestro with a baton, his left hand moving about a few inches from his face, uncomfortably close a wide smile on his face Stephan with his unoccupied hand reached for his SS and tossed it from his head, still a wide smile on his face, completely absorbed in Ode to Joy, the look on his face was that of a baby suckling on his mother's breast, an innocent look his eyes no longer cruel and twisted. However that was all to change, attempting to divert his attention with the cigarette waving about right in front of his face, Stephan reached into his jacket pocket and then with quick motions placed the cigarette in his mouth and as he does this Ride of the Valkyrie begins to play an extremely sick, twisted look appears on his face. In his right hand he held an extremely sharp surgical scalpel. With two quick swipes to his shoulder near him he attempted to cut him but not too deeply as to affect his performance as a soldier. As the music of the music's tempo rose so did his fury and his lust for blood and he would slice and slice his eyes simply wild with the sheer malice reflected in them, his hair wild and messy, a sight this soldier had never seen before, matter of fact rarely anyone could live to say that he had seen them.

Stephan had much practice during his early SS days whilst in Berlin prior to the war to equip himself with the knowledge of how to completely humiliate and torture someone without inflicting lethal pain or injuries, he had many Jews, homosexuals and gypsies to try out on until he had finally mastered the art of torture. Now he has a desk full of what he called little toys that he liked to bring along with him everywhere. Pears, handcuffs, knuckle crackers, thumb screws and a small blow torch were among some of the items he carried on him. However if it were up to him he would carry around an Iron Maiden however one would be quite a drag to transport around.

Finally the music died out and a click then a scratch could be heard while a new track was beginning to play. Stephan's breath was heavy, his eyes began to finally appear sort of human as the next piece played. "Oh! Was Ekstase war? So therapeutische ... Sorry für diese kurze Unterbrechung bitte gehen Sie wurden etwa von der disguisting Sodomiten genommen sagen, fortzusetzen."

Oh! What ecstasy this was? So therapeutic... Sorry for this brief interruption please proceed you were saying about being taken by the disguisting sodomites, continue.

[Casper Heniz]

It was as if he was watching a mad man with his favourite toy – torture. No sorry, he WAS watching a mad man with his favourite toy that of torture. If Casper had been scared during his times pre-1939, they would not match to how he was scared now. The man just waved the cigarette dangerously close as Casper leant away, smelling that familiar smell and coughing a bit. He grabbed the arms of the chair, fear in his face as he watched in horror as the man’s face changed into that of child-like – he was enjoying this; he was a happy little person.

It all changed with-in a flash. The innocent face died; in its place was a twisted one – the mad man was back. Suddenly in what felt like 2 seconds, the cigarette was in the mouth, a knife was out and Casper felt sharp pain across his shoulders as the knife pierced him. He caught sight of Stephen’s face, it was wild – his hair had become messy, his eyes mad. Casper saw the glint of the knife down again and felt a sharp pain. He tried to stand up but Stephen was weighing him down. He could not move. Feeling the pain, he grabbed Stephen’s arm and forced it away as quickly as he could, just as the music died away.

And then, it was as if nothing had happened. The man seemed to come back to life and spoke. Casper was breathing hard, gulping large gulps of air as he sat quivering, crimson spots of blood on his uniform. He felt even sicker as he clutched at some of the wounds. They were not deep – like scratches.

Swallowing, he spoke himself: ” I. .. Ich wurde von ihnen beeinflusst .... Ich wusste nicht, dass es falsch war! Ich ging mit, was sie sagte mir zu tun! Ich war jung ...!” he spoke in slow, shaky breaths.

Translation:
I...I was influenced by them....I did not know it was wrong! I went along with what they told me to do! I was young...!

[Rudolf Steiner]

OOC: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ow1Zep3sCQ (Whistle intro)

IC:The mortal screams almost turned Stephan on, he could not help it something about the classic music in the background, the smell of blood and the screams of anguish coming from the man, the whole scene made Stephan beyond ecstatic. However he was now once more in control of himself, composing himself once more. He returned to his seat across the table, this time back at his chair behind the desk, his black gloved hand reaching into his torture desk. This time he retrieved another interesting item. Ever so casually Stephan retrieved a pair of rather large pliers and casually placed it on the desk as he whistled bobbing his head. This brought back so many fond memories from back in Berlin when he was dubbed the butcher of Berlin, the master sadist and a few other pleasant names.

"Bitte legen Sie Ihre Hand auf den Tisch." Stephan as he continued whistling the tune once more as he then swiftly stabbed the scalpel into the middle of his outstretched palm on his desk, blood splattering everywhere as he did. The sadist was back, his head titled to the side, a wicked and twisted smile radiated from every muscle on his face from his lips to his eyes, he had a wide grin on his face, his eyes frantic once more. With his free hand he reached for the pliers and with his other hand began to attempt to force his mouth open as he licked his own lips his body bearing down on him. Stephan was attempting to pluck his teeth whilst he was sitting there, nothing was wrong with a little corrective surgery.

Please place your hand on the desk.

[Casper Heniz]

Tears had sprung from Casper’s eyes and he wiped them away with a hand. The cuts were stinging, and the man in front did not seem to want to stop this torture. Thank goodness, the mad-man had returned to his desk and Casper was all ready to get up and leave. He could not stand this, it was worse than when he had been in Berlin. Out of the desk became pliers, they had been placed on the desk and Casper eyed them casually.

”Bitte legen Sie Ihre Hand auf den Tisch.”

Sorry? Put his hand on the desk? The whistling was annoying Casper, the man seemed suddenly so calmer than he had been. Slowly, Casper did what he was told and next minute he was yelling in excoriating pain as the scalpel was stabbed into his palm. Staring through blurry eyes, Casper went to pull it out of his hand but Stephen was bearing down on him, forcing his mouth open. Casper made a gurgling noise as he tried to force his head away from the pliers, realising all too quickly what Stephen was about to do. With his free hand, he was able to pull the object out of his hand and tried to move Stephen’s body with his uninjured hand.

He made a continued gurgling sound, forcing his head away; frantically struggling under the weight.

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan once more seemed simply demented as his usually cold, emotionless eyes were wide and wild, with a look of sheer madness. His face merely a few inches away from his, in one hand he held the pliers he was going to use to pluck his tooth out or smash it to bit inside his mouth, whichever came first. Stephan with the free hand grabbed him by the lower jaw to keep him from fidgeting about so that he could easily insert the pliers into his mouth. "Sie sehen, ich hatte immer so einen süßen Zahn, als ich ein kleiner Junge war, zurück in die Hitler-Jugend und ich war gezwungen zu gehen zum Zahnarzt eine Menge. Eine verabscheuungswürdige Menschen ... Jetzt bin ich einfach versucht zu meinem Entsetzen der Katharsis nachspielen, hoffe es Ihnen nichts ausmacht."

With that Stephan attempted to with all his might to pull the tooth out of his mouth with the massive pliers, tugging and pulling shaking his head left and right gritting his teeth as he did, his eyes still maniacal. Blood gushing out everywhere as he finally extracted the tooth ignoring any sound coming out of Casper as he waltzed around the room with the pliers in hand inspecting the tooth as he waltzed round and round a look of sheer delight on his face. However this was merely a fleeting moment and Stephan once more returned to his desk and removed the scalpel and the pliers back to the drawer, however he still had the black leather gloves on. Stephan lit another cigarette as he smiled, "Das war so viel Spaß ja? Doch Spaß und Spiele sind nun vorbei. So erzählen Sie mir von Ihrer Kindheit bitte?" Stephan was going to intently listen to his story and then decide from there the course of action he was going to take with the boy, in either case he was not going to go easy on him that was for sure. However Stephan was not going to let this go until he got bored and so far he was quite entertained by the whole affair, it was simply delightful. Just as he was about to talk Stephan raised one finger to stop him from talking, the same finger reached down to the intercom, "Fräulein Gottlieb, würde Ich mag ein Glas Rotwein bitte."

Translation:

You see I have always had such a sweet tooth when I was a little boy, back in the Hitler Youth and I was forced to go the dentist a lot. A despicable man... Now I am simply trying to reenact my horror for catharsis, hope you don't mind.

That was so much fun yes? However fun and games are over now. So tell me please about your childhood?

Miss Gottleib, I would like a glass of red wine please.

Music playing in the background: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipzR9bhei_o and one of my all time favorite pieces of classic music

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The front doors of the administration building flew open, letting in a burst of sunlight and a rush of cold air. A shadowy figure stood in the center of the double doors, the outline blurred by the light like some cheap special effect in an alien movie. The figure marched into the reception, its blurred outline becoming sharper as the doors closed behind it. Other details came into view as well, it was wearing the standard uniform of a German solider, but bore the markings of the Strumann, the shock troopers forged in the trenches of the Great War that specialised in brutal close combat assaults and infiltration. The doors closed fully and the man wearing the uniform could be seen clearly. He stood no taller then 5’2, his eyes seemed sharp and his clean, shaved face still held a hint of youth and his eyes were sharp and clear. But for all his shortness and his friendly seeming demeanour, he walked with strength, and looked everyone in the eye when he glanced around the reception area. He walked up to the small lady sitting behind a large desk, who looked up at him with a professional smile and said with practiced kindness.

“Kann ich Ihnen helfen?“
“Sie können, Mein Name ist Jace Rosewic ich Untersturmführer Stephan Kaiser gerufen wurde, können Sie mich direkt in sein Büro bitte?“
The receptionist seemed to be taken aback by Jace’s manners, she blinked away her slight shock and smiled more warmly.
“Natürlich, sein Büro in der North Western Wing ist, es ist nur so, seinen Namen an seiner Tür, und er hat in der Regel ein persönlicher Assistent und zwei Wachen stationiert außerhalb.”
She pointed down a hall and Jace returned her smile with one of his own, he had learnt that good manners with women normally always got him what he wanted quickly, he didn’t have much charm in him, but what he had was normally enough to get things going.

He marched down the hallway quickly, his orders had been straightforward and simple, arrive at a certain time and bring your favourite ‘toy’. Jace had said toy in a shoulder bag that was hanging across his back. He didn’t know why Kaiser preferred to call the tools toys. To Jace it seemed a little immature, but the man was an Officer, and if he wanted to call it a toy, then Jace wouldn’t say different. The hall came to a T section and Jace looked both ways before spotting the two guards flanking either side of a door with another desk and another receptionist sitting behind it. As Jace approached all he could think of was that there was so much waisted on Officers, this one was only an Untersturmführer and he had his own personal secretary and two armed guards that Jace bet would follow him around everywhere. He reached the secretary or the receptionist, whatever she was, and put on the same smile he had with the first receptionist.

” Ich bin Jace Rosewic ordnete Untersturmführer Stephan Kaiser mich zu ihm um 0800 zu sehen.”
“Du bist früh, er sieht jemand anderes in dem Moment, tut mir leid, aber Sie werden warten müssen.“
Jace nodded and checked his watch, he was about fifteen minutes early, but that wasn’t a problem, he simply walked over to the wall opposite the door, turned around and stood facing the door and waited. The gurads seemed to ignore him and Jace wondered how bored they got, standing there all day, stairng at a wall and hoping something would happen. The time ticked by slowly when a sudden short burst of static broke the silence and voice came out of a speaker box on the desk.
“Fräulein Gottlieb, würde Ich mag ein Glas Rotwein bitte."
Jace watched as she replied and then got up and disappeared into a small side room, he could hear the clink of glass then she reappeared with a small tray that contained a bucket of ice with a bottle in it and two glasses. He quickly looked at his watch and saw that he was due for his appointment with the Untersturmführer anyway so he stepped forward.

”Ich kann es, wenn Sie möchten?“ She seemed to hesitate, but Jace turned on his smile and tapped his watch, showing her that it was timr for him to go in anyway. She still seemed reluctant but handed over the tray. He walked towards the door and reached for the handle, the faint sounds of music drifted though the door to him now that he was closer. He turned the handle and pushed open the door, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him before walking towards Kaiser who was sitting behind his desk, the other person had his back to him and seemed to be shaking a little. Jace didn’t pay much attention to the other person but instead proceeded forward to the desk, putting the tray down on it for him.
“Hier ist Ihr Wein Sir.“ Jace took a step back and as he did so he noticed the mess the desk seemed to be in, as if someone had been thrown across it, he also noticed the wet patches and immediatly idetified them as blood. Jace’s eyes snapped to the man sitting in the chair and his skin froze. Even with all the time spent apart and with blood pouring down his face and chest he could still recognise Casper Heniz.



Translate:
- May I help you?-
- You may, My name is Jace Rosewic I was summoned by Untersturmführer Stephan Kaiser, could you direct me to his office please?”-
- Of course, his office is in the North Western Wing, it’s just that way, his name on his door and he usually has a personal assistant and two guards stationed outside. -
- I’m Jace Rosewic, Untersturmführer Stephan Kaiser ordered me to see him at 0800-
- You’re early, he’s seeing someone else at the moment, I’m sorry but you will have to wait. -
- I can take it if you like?-
- Here is your wine sir. -