Post by lisawieserman1941 on Dec 4, 2009 1:18:27 GMT
Lisa turned her head to regard the Wolff.
"How can you smile after killing a man in cold blood? He obviously had a very loving girlfriend. As for your question, had I thought you would blatantly take out your side-arm and take the young Frenchman out, I would had confessed earlier. Don't lay the blame on me. You could had threatened to murder him, and I would had confessed," Lisa said outright with a lashing tongue.
Feeling the pressure of the cuffs, clicked way too tight about her wrists, as it felt like it was constricting blood flow, she met the German soldier's eye on her right with a scowl.
"Her Kriminalkommissar, would you tell this loyal Soldat of the Waffen SS next to me he did a fine job handcuffing me. I can barely feel my hands. Oh let me guess...this is step one of the torture I am to endure. Well let me tell you this.... we Americans are not easily broken. Just because I fessed up, does in no way mean you broke me. I merely wanted to protect the citizens by turning myself in. And if you expect me to name resistance fighters, think again Gestapo man. I work alone," the young partisan added, still taking on a brash tonality.
As they neared what Lisa deduced as a containment center, a long sigh was expelled, her hands clenched into fists which was hard enough to do since they were practically numb. She then kicked the soldier in the shin who was responsible and waited for a physical volley, a tight grin forming on her delicate features for all to take in.
"How can you smile after killing a man in cold blood? He obviously had a very loving girlfriend. As for your question, had I thought you would blatantly take out your side-arm and take the young Frenchman out, I would had confessed earlier. Don't lay the blame on me. You could had threatened to murder him, and I would had confessed," Lisa said outright with a lashing tongue.
Feeling the pressure of the cuffs, clicked way too tight about her wrists, as it felt like it was constricting blood flow, she met the German soldier's eye on her right with a scowl.
"Her Kriminalkommissar, would you tell this loyal Soldat of the Waffen SS next to me he did a fine job handcuffing me. I can barely feel my hands. Oh let me guess...this is step one of the torture I am to endure. Well let me tell you this.... we Americans are not easily broken. Just because I fessed up, does in no way mean you broke me. I merely wanted to protect the citizens by turning myself in. And if you expect me to name resistance fighters, think again Gestapo man. I work alone," the young partisan added, still taking on a brash tonality.
As they neared what Lisa deduced as a containment center, a long sigh was expelled, her hands clenched into fists which was hard enough to do since they were practically numb. She then kicked the soldier in the shin who was responsible and waited for a physical volley, a tight grin forming on her delicate features for all to take in.
