Hi everyone!
This story is written with the movie "Schindler's List" in mind only, and isn't based on any actual occurrence.
So does the characters- portrayed by the actors in the film. I won't keep the order of events and the scenes itself exactly like the film because I want to change some things and just go with my inspiration. If I mind the small details it can interfere the flow of the writing.
This is the first story I write, so I'll be glad to get some constructive criticism. I don't really know in which direction the story will go, maybe it won't be exactly romance because I'm too emotionally involved (I'm jewish myself and not all my family survived the holocaust).
Disclaimer: This story is fictional, based on the film Schindler's List. I do not mean to cause offence with this story. Obviously, I do not hold any Nazi ideals.
Helen was sprawled on the bed, hardly breathing and looked totally helpless. He beat her so hard this time she believed that she would die. She wanted to die with all this pain in her body and in her soul. The room was dark around her. Her wet white shirt smeared with blood that dripped from her face on it. She couldn't cry, her face was hurting in a way she never came to know, and couldn't even move. The room was freezing cold but she couldn't shake. Her mind was floating to other places, a different reality.
Her father was sitting in the office room in her house in Krakow. In the room was also a big library, wooden shelves with a lot of study and religion books. There was a big mahogany desk with documents in a tall pile. They never used the fire place in the room, and still the warm odor of the papers and the wood would give Helen the feeling of home. She just got back from school and saw him sit and read the newspaper, totally silent and concentrated. He lifted his head up from the newspaper and saw her looking at him with a half-smile. He would call her to come closer and read with him. They could sit like that together for hours, enjoying each other's company and sometimes Helen would ask him some questions. She is sitting in his lap and looking at the newspaper. She feels so protected and calm while he strokes her back and touches her curly black hair.
Suddenly she realizes she can't understand any word she's reading because it's in…german. She's turning to look at her father and sees the face of… the kommandant. He is wearing his full black uniform with the skull on the collar of the shirt, the swastika sign on his arm, the tight belt and the shiny black boots. She's trying to get up and run away from him but he catches her thin waist with his big hands and gets her back in his lap. She pushes his hands away from her waist and tries to get up again but he takes her wrists with one of his hands and holds it firmly behind her back. His cold blue eyes look at her in his tense way and she looks at him with her big brown eyes, feels exposed in front of him and vulnerable. He looks pleased and waits for her to stop trembling already.
"Helen… didn't you understand yet what is the only thing you do wrong?" he asks and looks at her in a predatory way, not expecting an answer, "You need to stop hiding from me and wait for my command each moment, until you are given the permission to leave. That's why I keep you in my villa you jewish bitch." He keeps glancing at her now she's shivering again. He moves his other hand from her waist to her neck and squeezes her smooth gentle neck. He doesn't hear her sobbing so he squeezes harder. Now a yell escapes her throat and her eyes are welling up with tears. She thinks she must do something in order to try and calm him down. She'll stop making him so angry and he'll stop beating and taunting her in any chance he gets. She pleads with her eyes and he watches her intently. "What are you doing to me?" he asks her. She gets her head closer to his face and kisses him gently on his lips…
She wakes up, startled of the dream she had. She inhales the cold air of the morning and trying to understand what was just going on in her mind. She concludes that she lost her mind. It must be the strong punch to her head from last night. She touched her hair, it was already dry. She touched her cheek which was still souring badly and then her bloody night shirt. The blood was already dry and she noticed the most of the blood was on the chest area. She tried to take the dry blood off and then came a memory from what happened last night. He tried to kiss her twice and he touched her breast… it was the first time he tried to touch her like that.
She did notice before, that he stared at her in unending glances sometimes, too interested ones, but she couldn't tell it was attraction. She thought to herself that he was just checking to see if she'll make any mistake and then he can punish her for that. So she kept going and concentrated not to make any kind of mistake. That's why I had this dream… she thought. He got into my mind… into the only sanctuary I had left… my dreams.