It was only on the eve of my wedding that I had become aware of how overdone and utterly revolting the whole ordeal was. There was to be over 500 distinguished guests residing in mine and Werner's lavish Paris home, a complete ensemble band was to perform and I had heard from someone's sister whose husband heard from his cousin that the Fuhrer was supposedly to make an appearance.

*Can you just imagine it, Emmie? The Fuhrer himself at your wedding? It be the only thing anyone could talk about for years to come!* Werner's sister Alicia was gabbing away and I was also aware of how much I hated her inane squawking. I also hate being called 'Emmie'. My name is Emmure Derosier. As I have told Alicia a million times since my 'awakening'. However, her being like most of these upper class swine, she didn't take heed to my words. Just went along with wherever her train of thought was taking her. Unfortunately it was to the food that was to be served at the wedding. Werner and I had chosen on duck, whereas Alicia had prefered we served fish instead. I couldn't wrap my mind around why she thought it was okay to go behind my back to her brother and cry about fish. He, of course, ended up agreeing, she was his only sister after all, and my duck was taken off the menu.

*I don't like how you did that, Alicia. As I was last aware, this was my wedding and not yours." Alicia looked at me like I had just insulted her attire.

*Emmure, there is no need to raise your voice. You are going to be thanking me in the future for this. Just you watch.* With that, she turned away from me and headed for her room, turning in for the night, leaving me to think evilly to myself, 'You have no future.'

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That night with Werner was a particularly bad one. He kept running his hands all over me, basically panting like a stray dog in heat, whispering in my ear how he can't possibly wait until tomorrow night to have me. It took everything to relax and not stiffen in disgust at his touch. It took even more to pretend that I felt the same way, rubbing his erect penis over his sleep trousers, as he rubbed at my bored vagina. I reached my limit and excused myself to the restroom, grabbing my silk robe on the way out. Werner had kept my night shirt with him.

As soon as I exited the room, I felt like I was going to explode. I had to do something, anything, to keep from bursting. I found my way to the kitchen and tried to drink down several gulps of water. I kept thinking about one thing: rage. I grabbed the knife and was walking back towards my room before I even realized what I was doing. I had to kill him, I had to before I was married to him. Before I could get to the door, Alicia came around the corner and before she could open her mouth, I stabbed her in it. The knife went through the back of her throat like warm cheese. I tried to pull the knife out but the blade caught on her teeth. I turned the knife and sliced through cheek, giving her a grim and permanent half smile. The blood went everywhere, it splashed onto me and ran down her front like water from the faucet. Her eyes began to go pale as she gurgled what I assumed was my name. It was only after she hit the floor in a clumped, bloody mass did I notice the smile on my face and the utter joy in my chest. However, instead of running away like I should have, I stayed and enjoyed my work, not realizing that Werner was standing in the doorway of our room.

[What...what have you done?!] I turned to him quickly and suddenly felt panicked. I had no way of explaining my situation when it was pretty clear what had happened. I dropped the knife and ran. He lunged for me but was just a little too slow. I sprinted down the hallway, my silk robe billowing, my bare breast catching the light of the moon through the open windows. [STOP HER!] I heard Werner yell at the top of his lungs. [STOP THAT BITCH NOW!] I had to hurry, if I didn't make it off the grounds before the guards caught me, I'd surely end up dead or worse. I threw my robe off my shoulders and began to run faster. With my social upbringing, I never had been one for physical activities. I was sorely regretting that now. I made it to the door and was just about to push it open when I felt a large mass collide into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. One of the guards had caught me. He pinned my arms behind my back and pulled me toward Werner. He gazed upon me with a look I had never seen before, a look I had to assume was one of absolute hate.

[So, I take it this means the wedding is off?] I smirked. He pulled a gun from the guard next to him and he brought it down upon my head. I felt the intense sharp pain before nothing at all.

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I wasn't surprised when I woke up in a dank prison cell. I had expected actually. It was either this or death. I couldn't see much in front of me, I could barely make out the cells bars. I could hear distant voices and stood to walk closer to the bars. I tried to disregard the puddles I was stepping in. When I got to the bars I could see two German soldiers talking to another prisoner. They unlocked the cell and rushed in to apprehend him. The prisoner was tall and very muscular with short cropped hair and deep set eyes. He was wearing nothing but a strip of cloth around his waist and he was shackled at the wrist and ankles with chain connecting them all together. He also had a large iron cuff around his neck.

[It's time again, Stiglitz.] One of the German soldiers sneered before giving him a punch in his stomach. The other laughed and led him to a huge wooden pillar in the middle of the circular pit that each of the cells had a good view of. They used a small length of chain to hold him to the pillar by the iron around his neck. They then unlatched the shackles around his wrists only to redo them once his arms were around the pillar. They then brought his wrists up to another ring that hung over his head and latched his shackles to that. They made his stay that way for what seemed like forever before somewhere far away from the pit, a heavy door opened. The footsteps were soft at first but grew louder as they got closer. I recognized the man as Major Dieter Hellstrom, a good friend of Werner's. He sighed and looked toward the prisoner known as Stiglitz, before turning his cold gaze to me.

[Ah, so how is our honored guest this evening?] He walked toward me and I slowly backed into my cell. The way he said that made me feel very scared. [I bet you two, weren't expecting to be in the presence of such a distinguished member of society. This young woman is Emmure Derosier. The former fiance of our very own Sergeant Rachtman.] I noticed the soldiers give sideways glances to each other and even Stiglitz gave me a quick glance. So they heard of me? How interesting.

[Tell me, I started, mustering all the courage I had. [How is the young Sergeant, still grieving I suppose? I did murder his only family.] The Major gave me a small smirk before summoning one of the soldiers to him.

[Open it up.] While the first soldier was busy with the keys, the Major pointed to the other. [Is he secure and ready for me?] The soldier gave him a confirming nod and Hellstrom turned to me again. [Good. We are to ensure that Ms. Derosier is to receive nothing but special treatment, as per Sergeant Rachtman's orders.] Once the cell was open, he turned to the soldier nearest Stiglitz. [Bring me The Bench.] A loud uproar began to fill the pit and even Stiglitz began to speak.

[No!] He shouted before receiving another punch from the closest soldier. The uproar quickly died down and the soldier disappeared for a while, going to retrieve whatever The Bench was. Hellstrom then walked into my cell and dragged me out by my hair.

*Get off! Get the fuck off me* I shouted in my native tongue. I tried to get him off but the fire I seemed to once have, was long gone. The soldier finally returned with what I assumed was The Bench. It looked like a bench but it hand an array of straps and buckles all over and a huge wooden block secured on one end. Hellstrom led me to it and ripped off what little piece of clothing I had on, leaving me entirely naked in front of everyone. I tried my best to preserve my modesty, but Hellstrom grabbed my arms in his hands and roughly threw me onto The Bench. I soon began to realize what sort of device this was. My hips were against the wooden block, its edges driving painfully into my hip bones. A leather strap went around the back of my neck keeping my head in place. My arms were bound together under The Bench in such an odd and uncomfortable way, I feared that one wrong move could rip my shoulder right from its socket. My legs were spread and strapped to each of the benches legs, giving all those behind me a marvelous view of my most private areas.

I was attached to some sort of demonic sex device. Struggling against my bonds only caused me more pain and it did nothing to settle the fear rising up in me. I looked toward the prisoner, Stiglitz and could see his gaze on me. Not in a lustful way, like those of the soldiers and even Helstrom himself, but his was a look of anger, sadness and pain. My breathing became more fast paced as Hellstrom once again appeared in my view.

[I'm going to enjoy seeing you receive your special treatment, Ms. Derosier.] He ran his finger against my cheek and then along my spine. [I also may partake once I'm done with old Hugo.] I looked up at the chained prisoner and it began to dawn on me. He was the infamous Hugo Stiglitz, the Nazi soldier who one day, just out of the blue, began to kill Gestapo officers. Perhaps he had an awakening as well, and it led him here. Hellstrom turned away from me and grabbed a whip that was on the table to Hugo's right. [Okay, boys. You may begin. Remember, she deserves only the best special treatment.] I clenched my eyes as soon as I saw the soldiers running toward me, like beggars to scraps on the street.