War Girls Complete Collection Chapter 51

Chapter 25

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nna and Lotte broke apart to see the doctor standing just inside the door, growling at them.

“Doctor Tretter, it’s not what it looks like,” Anna hurried to explain.

“Shut up. It’s exactly what it looks like. You see, I’m not as dumb as you suppose me to be. The way you seemed to randomly select this prisoner was more than a little suspicious, and I did some research. She’s your sister.”

Anna blanched, and Lotte trembled.

He slammed the door behind him and walked towards them, rubbing his hands as if he was already enjoying whatever he was planning. Lotte had seen the evil glint in his eye many times before.

The perverted monster took a step toward Lotte, but not enough that he would actually be able to reach for her. After glancing at Lotte’s dirty prisoner dress, emaciated figure, and limp hair, he sneered, “At one point in time, I’m sure all the boys were eager to sink into your body, but this place has a way of making most women undesirable. Worthless.”

Anna gasped, but he shot her a look, and she pressed her lips together.

He walked around the table, making Anna back up to give him room, and continued his appraisal of Lotte. “You tested positive for typhus, so I’m sure you won’t be with us much longer. Pity.”

Leaning forward, he sniffed delicately and then reared back. “God, the stench of death is all over you. Filthy piece of trash, covered in lice.”

Then he turned his attention to Anna. Lotte’s eyes followed his gaze, and she saw not her sister, but a beautiful young woman, having just turned twenty-one on her last birthday, with shiny blonde hair, full lips, and a flawless complexion. She exhibited curves in all the places where Lotte had nothing but protruding bones covered with wrinkled skin.

“Now, you, on the other hand,

Schwester

Anna, I’ve had my eye on since you arrived. Young. Fresh. Meat on your bones a man can grab ahold of. And I’ll bet you’re a virgin to boot. Just what this doctor requires in payment for my silence.” He stalked Anna across the room, and Lotte watched as her sister backed up and put up her hands to keep the doctor at bay. He removed his coat, tossing it onto the cabinet and then rolled up his sleeves.

Lotte gasped and intended to come to her sister’s aid, but Anna shook her head. “Don’t!”

“If you don’t want me to summon the guards and have you both executed on the spot, you’ll listen to your sister.” The doctor gave a dirty laugh.

“Doctor Tretter, please, let my sister go,” Anna begged.

His eyes swept down her body, lingering on her breasts. “I might…I might…but there will be a price to pay.”

“Anything you want,” Anna answered through thinned lips.

“I see we understand each other.” He licked his lips. “I’ll see to it that you will have some fun, too.”

“Anna, please don’t do this. Not for me,” Lotte begged her.

“I have to. I promised Mutter,” Anna answered with tears in her eyes. “Trust me.”

Those words again! A horrible feeling washed over Lotte, and she wished she could do something. Anything. But she was powerless.

“If I let you do this…” Anna’s voice broke off as the awful man reached out and slid his hand down the front of her body.

“Oh, you’re going to let me do this. Make no mistake.”

Lotte could see the effort it cost her sister to stand still and not cry. She couldn’t take the spectacle any longer and closed her eyes.

“If I don’t fight you, will you sign my sister’s death certificate and let her go?” Anna bartered with the perverted man.

“Why do I care if I sign it now or tomorrow? She has typhus and will die anyway.” Lotte cracked open her eyes just in time to see the man unbuttoning his pants. “But since you seem so attached to that piece of trash, I’ll offer you a deal to show you my goodwill.”

What goodwill, you bloody bastard?

Lotte thought but kept her mouth shut, while she retreated to huddle against the wall with her eyes closed tight.

“If you become my willing mistress,

Schwester

Anna, I’ll sign her death certificate. If not, I’ll rape you anyway and then have you both executed. What’s it going to be?”

Big, fat tears rolled down Lotte’s cheeks as she shook her head, but Anna was already agreeing. “Fine. I’ll be your mistress.”

“Good girl.” The doctor gave a satisfied chuckle, a sound that made her neck hair stand on end. “You and I will have plenty of fun. Now strip and look into my eyes.”

Lotte pressed her hands over her ears and buried her head between her bony knees to block out any sound. Once started, her tears burst through an ever-widening breach in the dike of her resistance, bawling for every injustice she’d witnessed during the last four months. She wasn’t sure how long she sat like this when Anna’s voice caught her attention.

“The death certificate?”

“Since you were so compliant, it’ll be my pleasure.” The sound of a scratching plume emboldened Lotte to open her eyes again. The doctor was bent over the desk, writing something. “Here it is.” He waved the paper in the air.

How fitting. The women were right. Cry today, you die tomorrow. Except, I’m already dead.

Anna didn’t flinch when the doctor sauntered towards her. She held her head high and her shoulders straight, staring at him with hate-filled eyes. Lotte was amazed at the mental strength her sister possessed.

I was once like that. Before arriving in this hellish place.

“I’ll see you again real soon,” Doctor Tretter said to Anna and gave her one last slap on her behind before he finally left.

“Anna, are you hurt?” Lotte scrambled to her feet, weeping for the sacrifice her sister had made.

“I will be fine,” Anna answered and smoothed her hands down her nurse’s uniform. She didn’t cry, but Lotte knew her well enough to find the truth in her eyes. They hugged each other tight, both drawing comfort from each other. After several long moments, Anna pulled back and said, “It’s time.”

“Time for what?”

“To leave this place.”

The silence was only filled by the mad beating of Lotte’s heart as Anna led her baby sister to the wagon used to haul the corpses away. “What’s going to happen?”

Anna placed her hands on her little sister’s shoulders. “I’m afraid you have to get undressed first. Lie here very still and quiet. I’ll cover you with a blanket to make things a little more bearable, but you have to pretend to be dead until the church bells chime midnight. Then you climb from the pit and escape via the far side. Ursula will be waiting for you.”

Lotte looked at the wagon while she took off the detested blue-and-white striped dress. Then she glanced at her feet.

“The plimsolls you gave me for my birthday have served me well.”

Anna looked up, a single tear sliding from an eye. “I wish you could keep them, but you know the drill. Ursula will have a dress and shoes for you on the other side.”

Again, Lotte’s eyes filled with tears, and she embraced her sister one last time before climbing onto the wagon. “Thank you so much, Anna. I couldn’t have wished for two better sisters.”