CONTENT WARNING

This story takes place during World War 2, a setting that's pretty sensitive and difficult to portray respectfully. I do not by any means wish to lighten the crimes committed by the nations or peoples involved, or take a stance regarding the politics of WW2. I condemn hatefulness in all of its forms throughout history. My only desire is to portray these characters (Germany and Ukraine) as they are.

If you feel any of these writings are insensitive or in poor tastes, please let me know and I will try my best to correct my error. I'm not perfect, but I'll try my best to be respectful in the first place.

OTHER WARNINGS

This story includes scenes of violence, mild to moderate sexual themes, and mental illness.

PLEASE GIVE ANY AND ALL CREDIT FOR THE COVER ILLUSTRATION TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST AND NOT ME.
ARTIST: ろく太 ( . ?id=1161791)


"These papers were supposed to be delivered last night. Why are they still here?"

Ludwig's stern voice echoed through the halls as daylight shone through the windows, and Sofia swept the smooth hardwood flooring. She overheard the yelling demands nearly every day, no matter how hard she tried to avoid them. She'd managed to stay out of trouble this long, and she hoped desperately that it would continue to work. Any added stress to this environment might just break her even further, after losing her end of the war and being taken away from her siblings. It was agony to not be able to care for them.

Suddenly Ludwig's office door burst open, and a man bumped into her harshly on his way out, knocking her off balance and making her drop her broom.

"Excuse me." She said quietly, keeping her eyes downward.

"Excuse me?" The man said. "You ought to watch where you're sweeping."

Sofia felt a knot building in her stomach.

"I'm sorry sir-"

"Talking back, too. Maybe you need more discipline so you'll learn the severity of your mistake."

The tone in his voice made Sofia realize his interest in her had shifted. She peered up at the German soldier to find him looking darkly at her bust.

"It won't happen again." She assured him.

"Come with me." He said, grabbing her wrist and continuing down the hall.

Sofia's mind panicked. She pulled back and freed her wrist.

The man turned back to look at her again, his eyes growing impatient and he grabbed her arm before she could back away.

"I said, come with me." He repeated.

"N-no…" Sofia said, her eyes gleaming with fear and anger.

"Do as I say!" He barked.

"No!" She yelled.

The soldier yanked her arm, pulling her closer and slapped her hard with his other hand. Sofia fell to the ground, hitting her head, as well as her nose, feeling a nasty crunch, and a steady stream of blood flowing from her nostrils.

"You Russian slut!" He hissed.

"Wilhelm!" Another voice yelled angrily. Sofia's senses were impaired from the fall, but she was fairly certain she was hearing Ludwig's voice. Then she heard boots stomping and the ground shook. Her vision blurred terribly as she tried to look up.

"If I'm not mistaken, I asked you to send these files to the mail room immediately." Ludwig said in a voice that was quieter, yet somewhat scarier than his yelling voice. "Not sulk around my facilities and pester my staff. Did you perhaps mishear my instructions? Should I make them more clear for you?"

"No, sir." Wilhelm said.

"Excellent." Ludwig hissed. "Fuck up basic instructions again and count on having much worse luck with me next time."

"Understood."

"Good. Get the fuck out of here."

Sofia's senses dulled further and further until she lost consciousness, her eyes rolling backwards and her head falling against the hardwood floor.


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