CHAPTER ONE:

"BRING HER IN!" He hollered.

It was loud and final. Like the sound of a gun shot. The wooden door separating me from my fate had me second guessing every action I ever took in life. And why?

Well because I knew that voice anywhere. It was Colonel Aldo Amet, Nazi war legend. Killed hundreds of Jews and tortured even more. He was death, he was Satan, and by god the man was bat shit crazy. I was likely to die today.

I mean I was a negro woman in Paris France during this war, and if they killed whites well fuck it i'm below even that. I just pray he shoots me instead of torture. I was of no value anyway. Not in their eyes.

"I said bring the woman in dammit!" He shouted.

The suited men beside me slammed open the door and marched me to the desk of the colonel. I kept my head low and submissive. Who knows what he might do If I dare look him in the eyes. He'll probably rip them out.

"Leave us." He announced in salute while sitting. The two soldiers followed his actions then marched out with another door slam. I was alone with a murderer.

"Sit, and look at me when I'm talking to you. I'm sure you have been trained enough to do that yes?" Aldo asked.

I look up automatically. Sitting in the chair in front of his desk with ease.

"Ou j'ai," I nod. My french accent heavy. He lifted a brow.

"You understand several languages then. English. French. Anymore? German perhaps?"

"Non."

"English for now then. I'm more fluent in it."

"Yes, sir." I reply. My face like stone.

"So, let's get down to why you're here shall we?" He smirked. "Mind if I smoke darling?"

I shake my head no and keep my eyes trained on his stern face. His piercing white/blonde hair in Clark Kent curls under his hat. Blue frost giant eyes looking at me with some strange glint. I shuffled at his stare down. He finished his drag on his cigarette.

"Tell me, what's your origin Negro girl?" He blew smoke from the corner of his lips.

"France sir, I grew up with papa here. We worked as staff for the old opera house. I know nothing else." I answer. He looked at me more stern.

"I see, you know nothing else huh Mrs...?"

"Marley. The names Lana Marley sir," I say. Looking at him seriously.

He chuckled, and it made my stomach turn at the sound. He was a little too amused...

"Lana huh? Excellent name. Quite interesting to hear really. I'm Colonel Aldo Amet by the way. Just Colonel to you though. It seems you'll be working with me now so I deem it appropriate." He smirked.

I was the one who lifted my brow now.

"Pardon me sir?"

"You belong to me now Mrs. Lana Marley, and I will say you might like the pay darling. Well, your husband may not like the arrangements..." Aldo tilted his head. I tightened my fists.

"I'm not married sir, and I'm quite confused." I bite out.

"Oh sorry darling."

"And well, I imagine you would be. See, I saw you this week at that opera house. Your service and loyalty to the owners health enchanted me. I saw you had a real knack in the area actually. A little too good at your work... " He started.

"So Illegal as it may be that your kind knows such crafts, I decided to let you live instead. You will now work in my house and take care of my needs, understood? Or well...I'll bash your brains in with my paper weight." He finished.

A cocky and demented smirk on his face. I felt hot tears pour over my bottom lid. Is this seriously happening?

"Sir?" I choke out.

"Am I UNDERSTOOD," He demanded. Exposing of his cigarette.

"Y-yes sir. I understand." I nod quickly.

"Good girl Lana, you're such a nice pet." Aldo smiled. His tone going soft and sweet. Like he was praising a puppy for behaving. I cringed inside.

He got up from his place behind the desk then, and walked over to me. Trailing his gloved finger down my tear stained cheeks. I turned my head the other way in disgust. He keep stroking me anyway.

"You know miss Lana Marley?" He looked at me. All of a sudden his eyes went dark it seemed. I shakily reply.

"W-what?"

"I fucking hate you." He gripped my neck then. Squeezing on it hard and pushing the air out my throat.

"Uhh!" I gasp. My lungs burning for air. He squeezed harder and leaned in.

"I despise you and your disgusting kind. However you?" He shook me a bit in emphasis. I choked some more.

"Now you my little pet. Whenever I look at you all I can do is desire your disgusting existence. I hate that, and I want to murder you in the worst ways. However, my daughter is sick." He loosened his grip a bit, but leaned in closer. His nose to mine.

"Plus, my little pet."

"I own you now. Your soul, your life, your body, and more. You can't do anything about it darling, you're fucked. And If you're going to be fucked in this world due to me. Well, I might as well fuck you the fun ways too, no?" He grinned. Then smashed his lips to mine.

I squeaked and squirmed. My eyes going big as his tongue molested mine. It was rough and passionate. And well to be honest...I would have liked it if he wasn't a Nazi murderer. But he was, and this shit was crazy.

"Mmfmmf," I scream. He only groaned and slipped his hand up my shirt. I hollered more.

Just then, a loud knock interrupted the event. He pushed away from me slowly and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. I looked at him like he's fucking Dracula with a pixie cut; my breath heavy. He only winked at me, licked his lips, then addressed the knocking.

"What is it? Why do you disturb me?!"

"Meeting in ten!" The voice answered. Aldo sighed.

"Fuck," He muttered. "Sorry pet, looks like games will have to wait until tomorrow."

He patted the top of my head sweetly, and I felt my inner feeling of "what the fuck?" slowly forming on my face.

"Until then darling. MARCUS! Get her to my home and sorted in nicely." He demanded.

The doors slammed open and my heart sank. I felt the world closing in on me. I passed out then.