A: N: Hey everyone reading/following/reviewing this story. I really appreciate that. Here goes chapter 2. Like the first one, it is rated M for violence and sexual scenes.

Source of inspiration: Utopia, from Within Temptation and Chris Jones.

Chapter 2:

Poland, Auschwitz-Birkenau, Late February 1942

I opened my eyes slowly, feeling immediate intense pain, specially going through my veins. I felt like my whole body was on fire. I coughed once, feeling my throat really sore. I doubt that I would be able to speak. My hands were really cold, unlike the rest of my body. I rolled over carefully to the side, only to realize I was in fact lying on the snow. How did I even end up here, on the snow? I felt confused, but didn't want to think. It even hurt, to think. The place was dark. I could hear voices of people mumbling, it was terrifying. It seemed like they were haunting me at first, but then I realized they were actually there. There were people there, probably worse than me. I heard a faint voice, my daughter's soft voice. Only it wasn't so soft anymore. It was my daughter calling for me, but her voice was hoarse and filled with pain. I hated myself for letting them hurt her, instead of trying to fight. I didn't hear any male voice in there at the moment, so I sit up at first, ignoring my frozen body, with wounds still healing. Afterwards, I managed to stand up, even though I had to sustain my weight on the wall in order to get to Lauren. I lay down next to her. She was freezing. I was glad that I was really warm right now, even if it was too much. My daughter needed to get warm. I stayed close to her, my high body temperature warming her up. It seemed so long ago that I've been holding my daughter. I felt better, in less pain, in both senses, with her by my side. I knew we were going to be separated again soon enough, so I just kept the embrace, stroking her hair to calm her down and telling her to remember I loved her so much, no matter what would happen. I felt the pain intensifying through my veins, therefore making my whole body hurt. I didn't stop hugging my daughter, though. That was, until an unknown vampire, at least for me, grabbed me by the neck, getting me away from my daughter. I struggled to breathe while he injected something on my arm. He then dropped me to the ground from 100ft high. At the fragile state I was, it was enough to break my right wrist. I didn't scream though. I looked at him, horrified. I had recognized him, Josef Mengele. I wanted to move, to fight, and to save my child. Yet I couldn't move an inch, I felt paralyzed. I struggled to fight the freezing sensation I was starting to feel on the arm that monster had injected me something with. My cuts and wounds were opening again, really slow like. I felt my blood flow slower through my veins. It was the most physical painful thing I've ever felt in my entire life. He left the place, leaving me on the floor. My eyes were closed, I couldn't open them. I felt like my head was about to explode. My blood was flowing real slowly and I could barely feel my heartbeats. I struggled to stay alive and breathing. I felt my veins getting frozen by each passing minute. My whole body was slowly turning into ice, like the cold weather around me was killing me. It wasn't the weather though. It was whatever Mengele had injected into my bloodstream. I started taking small breaths, feeling my lungs paralyzing.

"Lauren…" I murmured. "I love you."

"Don't speak Ma. Don't speak. You're going to be all right." I felt her taking my hand lightly. Her touch was soothing; however my whole body was hurting. I was also really cold. I sneezed. I mentally prayed they wouldn't come back. I coughed; I should be probably getting sick. I wanted to sleep so badly, but Lauren kept me awake, telling me to wait. My numb mind was thinking: "Wait? For what? What is there to wait for anymore?" Before I had time to think of anything else I felt familiar arms around me. Even though they were always cold, they felt warm, probably because I was slowly freezing. I felt him stroke my hair, hugging both Lauren and me. "Natan…" I whispered, recognizing his touch. "You're here…"

He spoke, his voice soft.

"Yes. I'm here. Don't speak, No…. Don't speak." He fell silent, shielding Lauren and me. I felt at peace for once, now that he was here with us, even if it was for a while. By his look, I could tell how sorry he was for both of us. I gave him a tired look, but letting him know that I loved him and that we would come out of this alive. I felt warmer and safe on his arms, also still holding Lauren's hand. We stayed like that for what seemed like a couple of hours. Suddenly I felt someone grabbing me and struggled. "Nein… Halt…." I whispered. "Bitte, Lassen Sie mich los." ("No…Stop…Please, let go.")

I felt myself being dragged away, away from my daughter and husband. I mouthed:

"Bleib sicher. Ich liebe euch beide." ("Stay safe. I love you both.")

I could almost guess what they were feeling right now.

Next thing I knew, I had been ordered to take my clothes off and run outside for two hours. It was freezing and I was exhausted. Yet the run made the blood flow through my veins almost normally. I no longer felt pain, physically speaking.

I took a deep breath before walking in. As soon as I did the same man slapped me with his full strength. I didn't wince or show any kind of reaction to that. I stood where I was, and that has only made him angrier. Next thing I knew, I was inside a water tube. Only the water was freezing. My whole body was inside the freezing water, except my head. I coughed again, attempting to move so the water wouldn't freeze me as fast. As soon as I took a small one there was someone holding me in place, touching my naked shoulders. I winced as I recognized his scent. Klaus.

" Hör auf zu du hast entschieden weg zu laufen, nicht wahr? Ungehorsames Mädchen... Ich werde dir zeigen was passiert when jemand entscheidet weg zu laufen". ("Stop moving. So you've decided to run away, huh? Naughty girl… I'll show you what happens to who decides to run away.")

I fell silent, feeling the water freezing my muscles. Klaus' hands were still on my shoulders. I closed my eyes, but he forced me to open them. One day passed. Then two, then three. The full three days, he was there, constantly touching me. After those three days in freezing water, he took me to a similar tank after an 8 mile run, only this time bigger. I didn't let myself be fooled. I knew very well what was about to happen. He forced me to go in, coming in as soon as I was in. This time the water was hot though. I could see my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I had lost a lot of weight. I didn't even stop looking at me when Klaus started to caress me. I fought against it, but he only chained me up to the entrances in the tub ready for that effect. I tried to even break the chains, but he only laughed.

"Those chains will remove your energy… faster, if you move. So I'd suggest you stay still."

I hissed at him in defiance. He only smirked; he knew I wouldn't be able to fight. And so did I, even though I wanted to.

At first he gripped my shoulders, then moving his hands slowly to my chest. He touched me all over my body for what seemed like days, whilst I was there in pain from the extremely hot water. It was suffocating. I was feeling weak; the chains were probably taking some of my energy at a very slow pace. I didn't sleep in at least three days. Whenever I was starting to, Klaus would only physically shock me to keep me awake. At dawn of the fourth day, he took me out of the water violently and forced me to run during four hours until I arrived to a dark, well, something that looked like a room. He told me to lie down. I was so tired that I didn't think twice. I literally collapsed on the bed. Only I wasn't yet going to sleep. He drank some of my blood, enough blood to make me feel lightheaded. I started to drift to unconsciousness, but he didn't give me time to fall asleep, shocking me once more. I winced and took a deep breath, right before he lay down next to me and started touching me again. I made an intention to slap him, but he pinned my hands to the bed with his strong wrists. I felt mine break. Since when had I become so weak, unable and powerless to resist pain? I guess the answer was now. I shut my eyes tight as he started to rape me again. It lasted for at least four hours. Probably more. This time, he was really angry; I could almost feel the vibrations coming from him from his strong grasp. He started to touch my chest as the last time, only with his full strength now. Then he started squeezing with his full strength. His touch was mainly strong and painful, although insatiable. Which meant that he would abuse me for hours, if not days. He didn't wait long to penetrate me, thrusting himself in and out painfully. I started bleeding again. He placed his hands on my hips and gripped them tight. Lyrics of a song crossed my mind: "I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to." (A:N: Robbie Williams, "Come Undone.")

My eyes were full of pain, I both ways. Not only I knew my parents were dead now, my whole body was aching. He was not yet done. He flipped me over, my back turned to the ceiling. He pinched my ass uncountable times. Then he penetrated his member inside my ass while kissing, licking, touching and biting my body. It lasted for at least days. If not a whole week. I was pretty sure I was looking hideous. I didn't want to look at myself right now. After that, he opted for preliminary things. He started to trace his hands all over my body. At the end, he touched my clitoris for a long while. I was feeling disgusted, but that wasn't the worst. The worst was when he started to lick and suck some of my blood from there. I was really scared, traumatized, confused and disgusted at myself. I was feeling dirty, even. I wanted to disappear, stay invisible to him.

I had quit long ago speaking to him, or at least kept my words to a minimum, only speaking when I had to. I lay still, eyes closed, until he slapped me. His hand acted like a very strong whip. His hand, or better said, the ring he was wearing on that day, opened a deep wound on my cheek. I bit my lip not to scream at the pain the ring caused me. I felt the blood flowing down my cheek; well, until Klaus started to drink it. I shivered with my eyes closed. I was feeling lightheaded. However, I refused to drift to unconsciousness this time. To my relief, I heard him stand up and lock the door of my room. Even though I couldn't leave, at least he wasn't there to hurt me anymore. Right now, I would only… need to get better. And then, see Lauren. Somehow.