Entrapment [Rolf]

[Annabella Auerbach]

Annabella had just gotten home from her dreadful work. She quickly unlocked her door, hardly waiting to get in and slip herself into her bathtub and lie in serenity. She was busy carrying so many papers in one of her arms, that she could hardly open the door. She pushed the door open with her bottom, moving in slowly. She kicked the door and it closed with a slam. She quickly swam over to her bedroom, her work heals clicking at her every step. She dropped the bunch of papers on her oak desk. She breathed out. She felt like a dozen kilos had been lifted off of her back. She quickly moved over to her window and pulled the chiffon curtains together. She began to remove her clothing. She felt even more free when the last piece of clothing had finally left her body. All she had left was her undergarments.

She sighed, quickly moving to her bed and sitting down for a while. She had been up and standing for the past several hours, that she had not even got a minute's rest. Her eyes quickly caught the photograph standing on her bed-side table. It stood up and proud. It had her father, her sister and her mother. Her father had his arm around her shoulder. On his shoulder, sat a Jewish arm brand, glistening clearly in the sun. Anna's sister had the Jewish arm band as well. All were happy and pure. Life was pure back then but now it was just plain horrible. She couldn't even look at herself in the mirror anymore. All she saw was evil. She sighed, brushing off such thoughts. She looked away from the photograph. All it did was give her chills and terrible, terrible memories.

She quickly pulled herself up, moving to the old-fashioned record player. She pulled out a 'Marlene Dietrich' record and carefully set it on the record player. The wonderful voice of Marlene Dietrich rang through the walls of her bedroom as she made her way to her small bathroom. She left the door wide open. The song playing was called Falling in love again. She pulled on the tap and the warm water began pushing itself out of the tap. She moved to the sink, glancing at herself through the mirror. She sighed, inhaling and exhaling a couple of times, trying to release as much stress as possible. She slipped on her silk bathrobe and moved out of the bathroom. The tap was still running and the bathtub was only half full. She needed a glass of old wine to keep herself calm. She walked over to the cabinet in the tiny living room. She pulled out the only wine she had and poured some into a random wine glass she found lying on the counter underneath the wooden cabinet.

She strolled back into her bedroom, taking a sip from the red wine. She sighed heavenly, humming along with the record player. She moved into her tiny bathroom, setting the wine glass next to her bathtub. She slipped off her bathrobe, allowing it to fall gracefully to the floor. She pulled off her undergarments and slowly slipped into the tub. Ah, that felt nice. It was heavenly and she was thankful to have such things in life. She rested her head back against the edge of the tub, allowing her hands to fall freely over the sides of the bathtub. She closed her eyes, listening thoroughly to the sound of Marlene Dietrich's singing. It was then, that she had remembered that her door was not locked. She didn't move an inch. Ah, who really cared? It wasn't as if someone was going to barge in and mutate her serene moment.

[Rolf Jäger]

The loud roar of the 4-stroke engine and the smell of burning petrol filled Rolf Jäger's world and his grey eyes were squinted not just due to the wind striking at his face, but also out of enjoyment. The Luftwaffe officer had left the office just slightly earlier and had decided to take a little detour before actually heading towards his own apartment to get a fresh change of clothes. He had been sitting inside his office most of the day and wanted to enjoy this spot of freedom the best he could. If he could have chosen, he would have been piloting his fighter, obviously, but he was still stuck around Berlin doing various training tasks and organizational details. It was only temporary, but it had been temporary for too damn long already!

The man courteously eased up the speed of his beloved and finely tuned BMW R35 as he entered a more populated area. He had rather reckless habits when it came to driving and absolutely refused to wear a helmet. Rolf was wearing his uniform and a pair of shiny black jackboots, but his blue-grey tunic was currently covered by the black leather jacket reserved worn only by Luftwaffe officers. His peaked cap was the type that could be "crushed", which meant that Rolf could stuff it under his belt and not worry about it while riding the motorcycle. Right now Rolf had managed to get most of the extra energy out of his system and felt comfortable driving at a slower pace and observing his surroundings. The area seemed strangely familiar to Rolf, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He knew he had been to the area before a few times, mostly just driving through, but there was something else to it, too...

His eyes stopped on a familiar building and suddenly it hit him - this was were his precious little secretary lived, of course! He had been here earlier with Kronberg, picking up Anna for the dinner meeting arranged by old family friend, Herr Hossfeld. Quite impulsively, Rolf pulled abruptly at the handlebars of the motorcycle, causing for the driver of the car slightly behind him to step on the breaks very quickly. The Luftwaffe Hauptmann hardly even noticed the cursing and the fist shaking happening behind him, his eyes were fixed on the building. The black motorcycle came to a stop next to the street curb, and Rolf set his other foot down on the ground for support. His steely eyes wandered over the various windows of the building as the engine of the motorcycle was still running and the traffic on the street slowly returning back to it's normal pace. He had not planned on any specific route or stops earlier and had mostly just taken sudden turns on a wild whim. The thought of ending up in front of this particular building made him feel amused. Maybe he was supposed to be here? Maybe it had been just a hidden thought that had not clearly manifested itself to him? Well, since he had come this far, he might as well pay his dear little secretary a visit, now couldn't he? Rolf smirked to himself and killed the engine of the BMW motorcycle, booting out the kickstand so he could get off the bike. He hardly noticed the questioning glances of the people passing by. Usually officers of Hauptmann Jäger's stature moved around in fancy black cars, but Rolf was a little more eccentric and rebellious than that. If he got a chance to go somewhere on his motorcycle, there wasn't much that would stop him from acting on the aspiration.

The man grabbed the keys with him, opening up the jacket and pulling out his officer's cap as he walked towards the door. The man placed the crushed Luftwaffe cap on his head, the apartment looked quite different now when it wasn't so dark. As his hand grabbed the bronze handle of the door, he realized that he really had no idea whatsoever on which apartment Anna was living in. Berating himself for ignoring such a fact, Rolf groaned as he opened the door and searched for the list of occupants. He could only hope that such a list existed and that it was being kept up to date by the janitor. He felt somewhat relieved when his eyes fell upon the list of names and the officer walked to it, letting his finger run over the various names before it finally came to a stop on top of a familiar one. Well, Miss Auerbach was about to get a very surprising visit, indeed. Rolf chuckled low in his throat as he headed for the elevator, punching the button labeled with number six and casually leaning his other shoulder against the wall as the elevator rumbled, clanked and groaned, starting it's slow ascend towards the correct floor.

Soon stepping out of the elevator, Rolf could right away spot the correct door with Anna's surname. For some reason he felt a rush of mischievous exhilaration running through him. As if wanting to savour the moment, he chose not to knock on the door and instead just stopped right next to it. He leaned in closer, hearing the faint music coming from inside the apartment, but he could not discern any other sounds. His hand went for the door knob and Rolf turned it gently, not expecting anything much to happen. Much to his surprise, the door softly click open, making the man grin. This was going even better than he had expected! Oh, you silly little secretary, do you not realize how dangerous it is to keep one's door unlocked? With glee, Rolf slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside the apartment as quietly as he could. He turned around to close the door, but made sure to lock it this time. A sense of odd satisfaction filled Rolf as he turned around to regard his surroundings. It was a spacious apartment and Rolf wondered how the woman could afford to pay the rent. Then again, many apartments had been left empty after the Jews had been forced out of them, maybe this was just such a case. Rolf stepped further inside the apartment, his eyes wandering over the furniture and his ears listening for any sounds made by the occupant. The place seemed empty, but he could hear the music coming from the other room. Rolf could immediately identify the song, it held something of a special meaning to him personally and the man mused silently at Anna's choice of music. Oh, what fun this could be. She could have not spotted her unwanted visitor yet and Rolf had all the intention of surprising her. He felt like a teenage boy on a mischievous quest and had to prevent himself from snickering out loud.

As quietly as he could manage in his boots, Rolf proceeded inside the room where the music clearly originated from. Looking around, he realized he had actually made his way to the woman's bedroom and Rolf grinned wolfishly when he saw the bundle of Anna's clothes resting on the bed. He could hear the faint sounds of splashing water coming from the next room and Rolf's attention was immediately captured by the fact that the door between the bedroom and the bathroom was open. His grey eyes narrowed, the man stepped to the doorway and rested his other hand on the frame of the door as he observed the woman enjoying her bath. What a perfectly delightful situation for him and what a horrible mishap for the poor little lamb. "Oh, besuchte ich Sie in einer schlechten Zeit, Anna?" the man suddenly asked, his voice low and husky.


Translation:

"Oh, besuchte ich Sie in einer schlechten Zeit, Anna?"
"Oh, did I decide to visit you at a bad time, Anna?"

[Annabella Auerbach]

Her eyes were closed, and she, being ever so lazy, didn't feel like opening them. A voice rang through her ears, "Oh, besuchte ich Sie in einer schlechten Zeit, Anna?" twas' a familiar voice, but it didn't ring a bell. She breathed in. It was probably just her conscience. She mumbled, lazily, "Hmm, nein, nein, keine schlechte Zeit überhaupt ... warum Sie sich nicht setzen und eine Tasse Tee?" Her eyes slightly flickered open, and the first thing her eyes woke upon was the ceiling lamp above her bathtub. She then slowly tilted her head to right. Her eyes squinted for a bit, but when she realized the figure standing in her bathroom, her chocolate eyes popped open. [Translations: [1] Hmm, no no, not a bad time at all... why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?]

The young woman quickly sprung out of her bathtub, taking her wine glass with her, knocking a few things down into the bathtub. She gasped for air. When she had finally gotten her air, she had a quick, abrupt reaction. She through the wine glass at the figure, but instead, the wineglass crashed against the wall near him. Her two hands clasped against her chest as she stumbled back a bit. The red liquid dripped down the wall. She gazed down at the small fractures of glass sprawled everywhere across the floor. She stumbled back a bit more, tripping against the edge of her bathtub and falling right into the bubbly water. Thankfully, she had caught hold of the bath's edges before she had hit the bottom. She was a rather clumsy person. However, her fall didn't happen because of clumsiness, it merely happened due to complete and utter shock.

Her two weak hands clutched tighter against the edges of the tub and she pulled herself up from the bath will all her might. She finally stood on land, shivering all over. She gazed at the man with complete fear in her eyes. It was then she had realized that her body was completely bare. She quickly clasped her her hand on her lower bare area and her arm across the upper bare area. She quickly examined her bathroom for any towels or really, anything, to cover her bare spots. She found nothing. Oh god, she was trapped. She was trapped and she was lost. She was trapped with a Nazi. She quickly moved back, gazing at the man with her brown eyes, giving him a confusing look. "H-Herr? W-was führt Sie heute Abend hier?" she stuttered. Her stuttering was probably due to the fact that she was scared and freezing cold. [Translations: Sir? What brings you here this evening?]

She noticed that the music was still playing in the background. All she concentrated on was this member of the National Socialist Party, standing in her house, on her property, in her bathroom with her being completely bare to him in every way. She was slightly furious, but she didn't dare illustrate it to him. She stood there, frozen, unable to move an inch, staring at the man who could take control of her at any moment. She was an easy target to him and she could not change that one bit. She then moved. Her foot took one step forward. She moved out of the man's way and moved into her bedroom as quickly as possible. Her legs and wrists were trembling all over. Maybe this man found out the truth about her? Maybe he was here to take her to the camps and serve 'justice'? She had not one clue. Anna finally arrived to her bed and began to reach for her clothes.

[Rolf Jäger]

The violent and abrupt reaction of the woman was quite enough to surprise the Hauptmann, although his surprise was illustrated only by a somewhat confused raise of eyebrows. After realizing that someone was standing at the door, Anna bolted up from the bathtub, somehow managing to hold on to the glass of wine in her hand as she did so. The next thing Rolf realized was that the wineglass was now flying towards him and his hand dropped instinctively down from the doorframe, although he had no time to actually dodge the object. The glass missed him only narrowly and crashed against the wall next to him instead. The tiny shards of glass glittered as they scattered across the floor and the red liquid left a nasty mark on the wall, making Rolf quite thankful of the fact that the improvised projectile had actually missed him. With a raise of his eyebrows, Rolf regarded the young woman with an inquisitive look. almost if he had trouble believing that Anna was even capable of such daring actions. The woman was now stumbling in the slippery bathtub and managed only barely to regain her balance by gripping the sides of the bathtub. Rolf made no effort to turn his eyes away and actually made an effort to stare at the naked woman as intrusively as possible. Of course he enjoyed the sight he was seeing and it made the blood rush through his veins just slightly quicker. She had a very enticing body and coupled with her apparent distress and shame, the scene was all the more enjoyable to the Hauptmann.

Anna was now trying to cover herself with her hands, her eyes frantically searching for something she could use to wrap around herself in an effort to protect herself from the prying eyes of the Luftwaffe officer. She could not find anything and she managed to stutter something, nervously asking what Rolf was doing there this evening. Rolf gave the woman a smug smirk and shrugged casually. "Ich war gerade zufällig ringsherum. Sie verließen Ihre Tür aufgeschlossen. Sie sollten wirklich sorgfältiger sein, irgendjemand konnte gerade direkt auf darin spazieren gehen," Rolf said in a low, husky voice. It seemed as if Anna's feet were rooted down on the floor, but very slowly and warily, she managed to get herself moving. Rolf contemplated on preventing the woman from leaving the room, but right at the last moment decided to make way for her. Let her enjoy her brief spot of comfort, she had been shocked enough for the moment. Rolf's eyes still remained on the slim and naked figure of the woman, watching as she quickly started gathering up the various clothes thrown about over the bed. With a satisfied and mischievous smile, Rolf stared at Anna the entire time she was hastily putting her clothes on. The man tilted his chin up and walked around the bed after the most interesting sights were finally covered up and Rolf looked around the room casually. "Ganz eine große Wohnung haben Sie hier. Ist die Miete für Ihre Bezahlung, Anna nicht ein bisschen zu steil?" the man asked, glancing at the woman briefly as he picked up the cover of the current record playing in the record player. The man looked at it for a moment, before putting it down and removing the cap from his head, placing it on the table. It was warm inside and looking at the naked woman had not really worked to cool off the feelings of the Hauptmann at all. The man opened up his leather jacket, wandering towards the small table next to the bed. He was going around the apartment as if it actually belonged to him and Rolf apparently held little respect towards other people's property.

His small, self-satisfied smirk disappeared immediately as his eyes fell upon the vile, despicable David's star plainly visible in the photograph sitting on the bedside table. Cold anger flared in the man's eyes as he snatched up the picture frame, gritting his teeth together as if trying to contain his sudden fury. "Was zum Teufel ist das? Juden? Die sind diese Leute, und was tut dieses Bild in Ihrer Wohnung?" Rolf snarled, holding the photograph up and turned towards Anna so she could see it better, although since the picture was right next to her bed, she must have been quite aware of the photograph already. "Sie haben besser eine gute Erklärung dafür, liebe Anna," Rolf growled the last words from between his teeth like a feral wolf, his grey eyes cold and foreboding. It was clear that if Anna should fail to explain the presence of the photograph to the Hauptmann, something very unpleasant would happen quite soon.


Translations:

"Ich war gerade zufällig ringsherum. Sie verließen Ihre Tür aufgeschlossen..."
"I simply happened to be around. You left your door unlocked. You really should be more careful, anyone could just walk right on in."

"Ganz eine große Wohnung haben Sie hier. Ist die Miete für Ihre Bezahlung, Anna nicht ein bisschen zu steil?"
"Quite a large apartment you have here. Isn't the rent a bit too steep for your pay, Anna?"

"Was zum Teufel ist das? Juden? Die sind diese Leute, und was tut dieses Bild in Ihrer Wohnung?"
"What the hell is this? Jews? Who are these people and what is this picture doing in your apartment?"

"Sie haben besser eine gute Erklärung dafür, liebe Anna."
"You better have a good explanation for this, dear Anna."

[Annabella Auerbach]

Anna began to put on her clothes, starting with the undgarments She slowly pulled on her undergarments, pulling up her strap. Her fingertips slightly pressed against her pale, innocent skin. She glanced behind her shoulder, however, she didn't dare gaze right into the man's eye. He was watching her, like a vulture preying on it's food. She quickly glanced away, her brown hair following her movements, slowly carressing her shoulders. She gulped. She was so scared and helpless. Her wrists were trembling so much, she couldn't even pick up her skirt. She tried to grip onto it as hard as she could as she listened to the man's words. Was that his only excuse? Her door was unlocked? Was this man serious? No he probably wasn't. He probably drank that night - that was a reasonable explanation, she guessed?

"Ganz eine große Wohnung haben Sie hier. Ist die Miete für Ihre Bezahlung, Anna nicht ein bisschen zu steil?" She had just finished zipping up her skirt. She turned around. Well, the bills were a bit high but Anna could cope with it. She glanced around her apartment. The only thing supporting her was her job, and if she lost her job, she would lose her life. Losing her job meant losing this apartment and so therefore she would live on the cold streets of Berlin. She did not want that, then again, who did? Most of the homeless people nowadays were Jews, and within a blink, those Jews would be swooped off the streets and pushed into the dirty trucks that led them directly to the scattered concentrated camps distributed messily across the country. She gazed back at the man, thinking up a quick reply to his question - "Überraschenderweise ist die Miete nicht viel, mein Herr. Natürlich unterstützt meine Monatslohn im Büro meine Miete. Ich bin sehr dankbar, dass ich mich mehr verdienen als die weniger Glück." she replied. [Translations: Surprisingly, the rent isn't much, sir. Of course, my monthly pay at the office supports my rent. I'm quite grateful that I'm earning more than the less fortunate.]

It was then, she realised, she was half naked. She quickly turned her gaze toward her frilly, white, button-up shirt. The atmosphere grew silent very quickly. The only sound heard was the quiet music playing in the background. "Was zum Teufel ist das? Juden? Die sind diese Leute, und was tut dieses Bild in Ihrer Wohnung?" His words caught her completely off guard. Her eyes grew a bit wider than usual and a lump formed right in the middle of her throat. Oh goodness, she was in for it now. This was the end of Annabella Auerbach. If he found out she was Jew, god knew what he would due to her. Kill her? Probably. The tension rose as he asked for an explanation. She gazed at the man with fearful eyes, glancing back and forth from the picture and back toward him. "Ach ja? That? ... Was zum Teufel? Oh! Richtig! Das! Ich vermute, dass gehörte zu den früheren Familie, die diese Wohnung besetzt. Sie sehen, mein Herr, ich habe gerade erst eingezogen und ich habe vergessen, dass wegzuwerfen." Anna managed a quick reply. She gazed at the man, then back to the photo. Her wrist slightly winced. She wondered what he was going to act upon next. Maybe he didn't believe her? [Translations: Oh? That? ...What the hell? Oh! Right! That! I'm guessing that belonged to the previous family that occupied this apartment. You see sir, I've only just moved in and I forgot to throw that away.]

[Rolf Jäger]

Rolf was holding the offending picture of Jews up, his eyes burning with cold anger and utter disgust. He had always been an avid member and supporter of the Nazi party and had effectively absorbed their teachings concerning the threat of lesser races. The Jews were nothing more but pests. They had been the cause for the misery of the German people after the Great War and all they wanted to do was to sink their teeth on the pulsing jugular of the German economy, tearing at it until all resistance had ceased. The Jews had thought that they could slyly infiltrate their economy and poison the German nation, but they had been sorely wrong, oh so sorely wrong! Were they laughing now, confined in their filthy little ghettos and inside the electric fences of the concentration camps? The wold would be so much cleaner and healthier if the Jews were just to die off. Just looking at the Star of David made Rolf's blood boil and he simply could not understand why Anna would have kept such a picture next to her bed. He still remembered her hesitating over the question of Jews at the dinner party they had attended. Was the woman truly sympathetic towards the Jews? Could she really be that weak, so foolish?

The woman seemed baffled by Rolf's question for a moment and the man was ready jump at her, to drag her out of the apartment by her hair and take her to the nearest police station for questioning. Then Anna seemed to suddenly find the words and she stuttered as she spoke, her chestnut eyes wide with fear. According to her the picture had been left behind by the previous occupants and Rolf's steel-grey eyes narrowed as he listened to the explanation. Well, it would certainly fit in well with what he had been thinking earlier, that the apartment had, in fact, belonged to Jews before Anna had settled in here. Rolf still held the picture frame in his hand, staring at Anna quietly, pondering her words. For a while it appeared as if the man was not buying his secretary's explanation so easily, but then a strained smile appeared on his face and he nodded. "Sehr gut dann. Ich werde Ihnen helfen, es loszuwerden." Rolf raised the picture frame in his hand, promptly slamming it against the sharp edge of the night table with more than enough force to make the glass shatter. Glimmering shards of glass rained down on the floor and Rolf casually removed the picture from the broken frame, glancing at the people in the photograph with a sneer. Rolf's eyes locked with Anna's for a very brief moment, but then the Hauptmann proceeded to tear the picture in half. He did not stop there and made sure that the photograph ended up in multiple little pieces on the floor. It made him feel better and somehow content, as if in destroying the picture he had also destroyed the people depicted in it.

With a crooked, predatory smirk Rolf let the remaining pieces of the photograph float slowly down on the floor. "Dort. Problem behoben, ganz einfach," the man said in his low, hoarse voice, starting to walk around the bed, his eyes already searching for something else of interest, the whole matter of the photograph apparently now solved. Outwardly he appeared calm and almost thoughtful and the previous sly smile had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. In truth, seeing the blind fear in Anna's brown eyes and having her here completely defenseless had given him some quite interesting ideas. "Sag mal, Anna... Hier ganz allein und ohne einen lebend, um Sie zu unterstützen, muss Ihr Job am Büro für Sie richtig sehr wichtig sein?" Rolf stopped next to the record player, his fingers travelling absentmindedly over it's polished side. The man's eyes followed the motion of his fingers at first, but then he turned his head around slightly to regard Anna again, that dangerous, calculating look taking over his features once again.


Translations:

"Sehr gut dann. Ich werde Ihnen helfen, es loszuwerden."
"Very well then. I will help you get rid of it."

"Dort. Problem behoben, ganz einfach."
"There. Problem solved, simple as that."

"Sag mal, Anna... Hier ganz allein und ohne einen lebend, um Sie zu unterstützen, muss Ihr Job am Büro für Sie richtig sehr wichtig sein?"
"Tell me, Anna... Living here all alone and with no one to support you, your job at the office must be very important to you, right?"

[Annabella Auerbach]

Anna just stared at the man holding the only photo she had of her family. The only memory she had of her dead folks. She wondered what the man would do with the photo. She hoped he would just put it down and walk away, for that would save her an emotional, crying hour. "M-Mein He-" her words got caught off by his. Her brown eyes were in complete shock at his next set of actions. It seemed that the man had no right heart to commit to such a thing. Crushing the picture of her family right in front of her. Her lower lip slightly trembled at the horrific scene. Her mouth slowly gaped open but not one word had come out. What was she going to say?

Simple as that? It wasn't very simple for poor Annabella. The dreadful moment she had just encountered almost crushed her poor little heart into pieces just like the Hauptmann had done to the black and white photograph of her beautiful family. It was gone. It was all gone. Her memories, her happy, happy memories. All of that was crushed by one little evil Nazi supporter. Anna slowly turned around, feeling a few tears building up in the corner of her huge, chocolate brown eyes. Well, could she help it? The last piece of evidence of her family had just disappeared right before her poor little eyes. She had to pull herself together. Sure, it was a rough time for her, but she didn't want to expose her little secret. She seriously didn't want to face death at that moment.

A minute later, she turned to face the Hauptmann once again. Her tears were all dried up by then. She just stared into his eyes, wondering what the man was thinking. Did he not feel guilty about any of this? Pffft, probably not. She ran a hand down her thigh, wiping the tear stains off. She watched him, defenseless as ever, as he walked around her bedroom yet again. His sly smile ran a dozen shivers down her helpless spine. His question wasn't that surprising. She had actually expected him to ask such a thing. "Ach ja, mein Herr. Es ist sehr wichtig und ich werde mein Bestes tun, um ihn zu behalten," she suddenly worked up a small, fake smile. She tried her best to keep it. It was rather hard at a time like that one. She slowly moved toward the bathroom door, closing it shut. "Und so was wollen Sie tun, Sir? Sie sind hier, so können wir auch etwas tun. Möchten Sie eine Tasse Kaffee oder einem netten Schnaps? Fühlen Sie sich wie zu Hause, ist das Wohnzimmer weit offen." she slowly opened the door that led to her living room. She made sure to mention living room. Her bedroom was totally off limits, and she was going to try to make that official to him. But still, she didn't want to say anything. Again, her job was rather important to her. [Translations: [1] Ah, yes sir. My job is very important to me and I will try my best to keep it. [2] And so what do you want to do, sir? You are here, so we might as well do something. Would you like a cup of coffee or a nice brandy? Make yourself at home, the living room is wide open.]

[Rolf Jäger]

An amused snort from the Hauptmann followed Anna's words. In reality, he had no interest in anything the woman had to say, how she felt or how troublesome her life might have been. The only thing that mattered to Rolf Jäger was - simply - Rolf Jäger himself. His career, his pride, his wealth and stature. All the other people were just stepping stones, means for accumulating and maintaining all those good things he so valued. This pretty little thing here, a mere secretary, was now hopelessly and quite visibly trying to lure the Luftwaffe officer out of the bedroom. The woman could hardly provide Rolf Jäger with anything of importance, but she could be of other kind of... entertainment to him.

"..möchten Sie eine Tasse Kaffee oder einem netten Schnaps? Fühlen Sie sich wie zu Hause, ist das Wohnzimmer weit offen," the woman had moved to the door leading into the livingroom and Rolf tilted his head to the side and smiled - or at least his lips slanted. There was no warmth or actual kindness to the expression and it was more mocking than anything else. Rolf glanced briefly at the peaked cap resting next to the record player and then his cold gray eyes settled on the young woman again. "Oh, wollen wir mit dem Kognak beginnen, den Sie erwähnten. Warum laufen Sie vorn nicht und bekommen mich die Flasche, hm?" Rolf's blunt command was not very well masked. The man did not seem bothered at all by the fact that he was invading someone's home and privacy in such a crude manner and in fact, in his own twisted manner he seemed to actually quite enjoy it. It was just another way for the Hauptmann to exert his dominance over the poor woman and a small smirk played on the man's lips as he started taking his dark leather jacket off, setting it down on the wooden chair next to him. It was obvious that Rolf had no intention of leaving the room and he stood in his place, unmoving, watching as Anna hurried off to fetch the alcohol.

Since Rolf had made sure that the offending picture of the Jews had been destroyed, there wasn't much in the room to occupy the man's mind anymore. He straightened up his uniform, tugged at his belt and settled into looking very bored while waiting for Anna to come back with his drink. How strange it was that the woman was living here all alone, among all these fine and old things in such a large apartment. There certainly must have been something Anna wasn't telling him, some dirty little secret she was keeping inside that pretty little head of hers. The thought made Rolf narrow his eyes and his head snapped up when he heard the woman returning back into the room. She was carrying a bottle and a small glass with her and Rolf stepped forward to meet her half-way and to grab the bottle from her. "Kognak, Anna, wirklich ...? Wie Sie solche Dinge einholen lassen, scheinen Sie viel wie ein Alkoholiker nicht. Oder haben Sie einen Freund, jemand der bringt dieses Zeug zu Ihnen, eh?" the man whispered hoarsely, flashing a grin at the woman. The Hauptmann made no move to accept the glass Anna had brought him and instead the man proceeded to open the bottle and take a good, healthy swig out of it. Rolf cringed at the taste of the alcohol at first, but gulped down another healthy portion of the bronze liquid, his eyes remaining on Anna all this time.

"Sie sind nicht ganz, was Sie scheinen zu sein," the man announced in his raspy voice, as if the few swigs of alcohol had blessed him with sudden clarity of mind. Rolf licked his lips and tilted his head to the side, regarding the woman with those ever cold, ruthless eyes of his. "Sie versuchen, alles so einfach scheinen zu lassen, wenn das wirklich nicht ist. Ich bin nicht blind, ich kann sehen, dass keines davon normal ist." Rolf spread his hands and motioned around him, shaking his head in disbelief. "Folgendes Ding, das Sie mir erzählen, verließen Sie die Tür aufgeschlossen zufällig. Als ob Sie jemanden nicht erwarteten, so nett das Bad und alles einsaugend," Rolf smirked lewdly, arching an eyebrow at the woman.


Translations:

"Was will ich tun?"
"What do I want to do?"

"Oh, wollen wir mit dem Kognak beginnen, den Sie erwähnten. Warum laufen Sie vorn nicht und bekommen mich die Flasche, hm?"
"Oh, let's begin with the brandy you mentioned. Why don't you run ahead and get me the bottle, hm?"

"Kognak, Anna, wirklich...?"
"Brandy, Anna, really...? How have you come up with such things, you do not seem much like a drinker. Or do you have a boyfriend, someone who brings this stuff to you, eh?"

"Sie sind nicht ganz, was Sie scheinen zu sein..."
"You are not quite what you seem to be. You try to make everything appear so simple, when it is really anything but. I'm not blind, I can see none of this is normal."

"Folgendes Ding, das Sie mir erzählen, verließen Sie die Tür aufgeschlossen zufällig..."
"Next thing you tell me you left the door unlocked accidentally. As if you weren't expecting someone, soaking so nicely in the bath and everything."

[Annabella Auerbach]

"Oh, wollen wir mit dem Kognak beginnen, den Sie erwähnten. Warum laufen Sie vorn nicht und bekommen mich die Flasche, hm?" Annabella watched as he just stood in her bedroom. She was going to literally walk over there, grab him by the arm and force him out. But then she thought of her job. Her lovely job. No, she could not lose it. She rubbed the back of her neck. Turning away from the man, she began making her way toward the alcohol cabinet. She breathed in and exhaled. He probably did not having anything inappropriate mind. He probably just wanted to stay in her room for other purposes such as looking around.

Finally opening the alcohol cabinet after a long moment of thinking, she pulled out quite a big bottle of fine brandy. She closed the cabinet door, turning to the man in the doorway. She stopped in front of him and then suddenly he took the bottle from her. She slightly gasped but let it slip through. His words sort of caught her off guard. A boyfriend? Well she had a few past lovers here and there, but none of them were ever serious relationships. "Oh, no, Sir. Ich dachte, mein Gott, muss gestehen, dass ich ganz bin der Trinker." she giggled quite fakely. It was true, she was quite a drinker. She usually drank on long, endless nights when she was busy thinking about her future and career. [Translations: Oh, no, sir. I just, my god, have to confess that I am quite the drinker.]

She watched the man take a few swigs from the bottle. She winced slightly, thinking that the man might get a slightly bit too drunk that night and things might twist. She also noticed how the man kept his eyes on her as he drank down the liquid. She rubbed the back of her neck quite uncomfortably. And then he began talking again. Did the man ever be quiet for more than a minute? She sighed, feeling that it were best that she kept that comment locked inside of her. She did not know how to reply to his first words. Then she tried to conjure up a reply when he finally finished. "Nun, es ist wahr, Herr. Ich habe ja die Tür entriegelt ohne Wissen. Dummen Fehler von mir, ich weiß, Mein herr. Aber ich brauchte ein langes Bad aufgrund der harten Tag auf der Arbeit, mein Herr." Anna babbled. Did she repeat 'sir' too many times? Oh, she always did that. She tried taking the bottle from his hand, for if she did not, things might have gone out of hand. She needed a sip as well, but, well, she never drank after one. She dropped her arm, not knowing what to do. Confusion overpowered her. "Bitte entschuldigen Sie mich, Herr. Ich brauche, um etwas zu bekommen." she finally said. Anna pushed past the slightly drunk man and walked into her bedroom.[Translations: [1] Well, It's true, sir. I did indeed leave the door unlocked without knowledge. Silly mistake of me, I know, sir. But I did need a long bath due to the hard day at work, sir. [2] Please excuse me, sir. I need to get something.]

[Rolf Jäger]

The fear and despair of the young secretary felt almost tangible in the air and Rolf savored the taste of the bitter alcohol on his tongue, his eyes closing half-way while his penetrating gaze remained on the dark-haired female. The plan that had started forming within his mind seemed clear to him now and his skin tingled with pleasant anticipation. When Anna mentioned that she was a bit of a drinker, Rolf arched his eyebrows and stayed silent for a few seconds, before abruptly bursting into a hoarse, barking laughter. There was amusement in his steely eyes, but something more devious was mixed within that mirthful gaze of his, too. He had already enjoyed his amusing little games with the woman and he had grown slightly bored of the routine, so it was only logical to step up the act.

When Anna defended herself, saying that she had left the door unlocked on mistake, Rolf tilted his chin up and grumbled low in his throat. He disregarded her further words about having to attend to some things - it was a very poor attempt of getting rid of him. He turned around only half-way, so that he could glance at Anna over his shoulder. "Mach dir nichts draus, Anna. Ich habe das Problem für Sie befestigt, und die Tür wird geschlossen. Also, Sie sehen... Niemand kann uns jetzt unterbrechen," the Luftwaffe officer noted in a raspy, foreboding voice and the man raised his hand to close the bedroom door. After the door clicked shut, Rolf turned around slowly and regarded the woman with a languid smirk. "Ein wenig Musik, um die Stimmung weich zu machen?" the man asked, walking to the record player - the record had stopped playing at some point, but Rolf wasn't quite sure when exactly. Instead of the soothing notes of the song, the player only emitted the steady tick of the needle before Rolf lifted the needle up and placed it at the beginning of the record once again. Marlene Dietrich's voice, accompanied by the gentle sounds of the violin, filled the room and Rolf made sure that the music was playing loudly enough before he set the bottle of brandy down on the table and turned around to regard Anna ominously.

The Hauptmann's fingers went up to open the first buttons of his Luftwaffe uniform as he walked towards the horrified young woman with unhurried, leisurely steps, the sound of his black riding boots on the floor only barely audible over the music. Rolf stopped in front of the woman and smiled amiably, although the smile was that of a predator and completely void of any actual warmth. His eyes froze over with cold hunger and malice as his other hand shot out to grab Anna by her hair and the man yanked her head back violently, bringing his sneering face close to hers. "Ich Rat Sie, um irgendetwas Dummes ... wie das Abrufen für die Hilfe oder jeden solchen Quatsch wie das nicht zu tun. Niemand wird Sie hören, und wenn Sie schreien, werde ich Sie dafür auf mehr Weisen zahlen lassen als einer," the man growled the words of warning in a low, hoarse voice while the malicious sneer still remained on his lips. He pulled his head away from hers and his other hand came up, a swift and brutal slap connecting with Anna's right cheek. After Rolf was through with his brief display of dominance, he pulled at the woman's hair once again, as if to warn her off from struggling. "Es ist einer der Wege, aber es gibt Überfluss mehr, ich verspreche Ihnen das. Aber Sie verstehen mich, tun Sie nicht... liebe Anna?"

With a dark, victorious chuckle, Rolf released his hold of Anna's dark hair and pushed her violently towards the bed instead. All sensible thoughts had been pushed away to a distance and replaced with simple and primal images that flashed before Rolf's eyes in a rapid fashion - dominance, power, lust, humiliation, the hunter and his prey. The comfortable, reassuring buzz of absolute power travelled from his head to his veins and to every muscle in his body, making him feel all-powerful. He breathed in deep on the sensation and let himself linger in the moment for a while, letting it fill him and inject his blood with the sweet and burning poison of desire. Rolf's hand went to his eagle and swastika -decorated belt and started working on the buckle as he stepped towards the bed, his crooked, nefarious smirk promising only misery and torment.


Translations:

"Mach dir nichts draus, Anna. Ich habe das Problem für Sie befestigt, und die Tür wird geschlossen. Also, Sie sehen... Niemand kann uns jetzt unterbrechen."
"Don't worry, Anna. I've fixed the problem for you and the door is locked. So, you see... Nobody can interrupt us now."

"Ein wenig Musik, um die Stimmung weich zu machen?"
"A little music to soften the mood?"

"Ich Rat Sie, um irgendetwas Dummes ... wie das Abrufen für die Hilfe oder jeden solchen Quatsch wie das nicht zu tun. Niemand wird Sie hören, und wenn Sie schreien, werde ich Sie dafür auf mehr Weisen zahlen lassen als einer."
"I advice you not to do anything foolish... like calling out for help or any such nonsense like that. Nobody will hear you and if you scream, I'll make you pay for it in more ways than one."

"Es ist einer der Wege, aber es gibt Überfluss mehr, ich verspreche Ihnen das. Aber Sie verstehen mich, tun Sie nicht... liebe Anna?"
"That's one of the ways, but there are plenty more, I promise you that. But you do understand me, don't you... dear Anna?"

[Annabella Auerbach]

"Mach dir nichts draus, Anna. Ich habe das Problem für Sie befestigt, und die Tür wird geschlossen. Also, Sie sehen... Niemand kann uns jetzt unterbrechen." his words made the young woman pause in her footsteps. What was he on about? A lump formed in her throat as she turned to look at him for a bit. "Herr?" she asked quite softly. But she did doubt that he heard her since he seemed quite drunk. Her brown eyes followed his footsteps as he moved over to her record player. It was good that he played some music because the silence that filled the air around her made her feel terribly uncomfortable - especially since her door was locked.

She slowly turned around and began making her way further into her bedroom. She slowly began reaching for her belonging until she heard footsteps moving toward her. She paused in actions. Anna slowly turned around and found the drunk man right in front of her. She noticed the smile. Now she was completely uncomfortable. The man was only a few inches away from her. Her heart beat quickened. What ever was he thinking about? The man was a creep, no doubt in thinking that. Why was he tormenting her? What did she do to deserve all this treatment? Maybe it was because she was a Jew? No, it could not be that. He could not have known this piece of information. He would have sent her straight to the gestapo if he knew, or even, killed her.

Suddenly, she felt some pain run through her as she felt his hand grasp her hair. She gasped as he pulled her closer. Her heart beat quickened ever more. She knew something quite terrible was going to happen, but nothing like this. She hoped this was just a joke. She hoped that someone would crash in through her window and just save her from the nightmare she was going through. His warning made shivers run down her spine. "J-Ja, mein herr." she stuttered, obeying the man. She was going to do as told, for she knew the consequences. She could feel a few tears building up in her eyes. She was still a virgin. She did not want her virginity stolen from her and she was sure no other girl in her case did too.

The slap caught her off guard even more. Ouch. She almost fell collapsed due to the brutality of the slap. The dreadful pain ran through her cheek. Well, what was that for? She hadn't screamed or struggled. She slowly pulled herself together, but before she could, she again, was tugged by the hair quite painfully. The tears began to pour out of her eyes. One by one, the tears dripped down her cheeks, like water dripping down from a faucet. She lacked strength, for weakness had overcome her body. The young woman quickly nodded at the Hauptmann officer's words. What more could she do anyway? She was in a position where one should not defend themselves or they would find themselves in deep pain - not that she wasn't already in deep pain.

She was pushed quite violently toward the bed. She collapsed with weakness upon it. She had landed on her back. Watching the man with careful eyes, she pushed herself as far away as possible. Tears kept on flowing down her pale cheeks. She was full of fear, alright. Every limb in her body was shaking. Every tear that fell had a meaning to it. She was going to get through the torment, and when she did, she was going to have nightmares and horrid memories. Again, the woman hoped someone would just hop on in and save her from getting raped to death by an evil wolfish monster. The smirk upon his face made her grow even more fearful. The only thing she could hear was the faint music coming from her record player. Suddenly, the music went dead, and her real nightmare began.

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

Nice thread.

CP:
Rolf: 11CP

Annabella: 10CP


~Dan