Poland was cold during the winter. Goeth did not give a damn about the prisoners, his comfort was the only thing that mattered. As he attempted to step out of his bed and towards the balcony that overlooked the camp, a slender pair of arms found their way across his waist.

"Stay a bit longer…"

Goeth smirked and lay back down in the bed. The owner of the arms slinked up next to him and rested her messy brunette curls against his chest. He lay down, breathing heavily as he ran his fingers through Anny's hair.

"I am staying because I want to, not because you asked me to."

The woman let out a chuckle and sat up; she challenged him with her bright, grey eyes. Bringing the rest of her body up, she propped herself against her pillow and playfully slapped him on the chest.

"You do a lot of things that you want to and not because I ask you to, Amon; for example, you're in bed with me rather than writing to your sweet, little croissant back in France." Anny lay back down; her long curls sprawled out behind her head like a crown. "It's better that she's there. I get to keep you all to myself, just like I did in Munich."

The captain stayed silent as he thought about Sophie. He did miss her somewhat, but then again, being with Anny fulfilled an odd desire. Anny had been in and out of the captain's life since 1938; he made a peace with himself that she would always be there to heed his beckoning call of desire.

Goeth had been married once before to his childhood sweetheart, Olga. She died in 1937 while he was on tour with the military, creating a lapse of hurt in his heart. Goeth was never a warm man; he had always been cold and extremely cruel towards his enemies, but Olga had brought out a light in him that nobody had seen. Sophie reminded him of Olga; her innocence and insistent urge to learn about new things allowed for Goeth to want to be with her, forever.

His thoughts drifted away from his bedroom for a moment before a hand slithered down towards his manhood. Anny chuckled as she escaped beneath the covers. Amon moaned as her chilly hands maneuvered themselves around his thighs and then to his throbbing member.

"Anny…I have to go and check…"

"Shut up for one minute…"

Amon let out a hard moan as he felt her mouth and tongue slide up and down on his engorged member.

"Oh…Anny…" he grunted.

Paris

Sophie was at a wedding gown fitting with her friends and mother. As she stepped out of the dressing room, her mother let out a small gasp and the entire salon went quiet. The gown that she had selected mirrored that of Grace Kelly. It fit perfectly against her thin frame; the bright, white lace and satin created a glow that made the young, virginal bride seem more pure. The gown itself shouted modesty and grace all in one fitting.

Her wedding was in a few short weeks and she still had so much to plan. The pair had selected the Northern part of France, near Belgium for their honeymoon, at Landa's request. Hans had insisted that they visit the countryside because of the infamous dairy farms that produced the most delicious milk in all of the Reich. Even as his fiancée, Sophie made sure to give him whatever he wanted in order to make him happy.

Their days together lately were difficult. Hans was always working and he never had much time with her after their engagement went public. She understood that he had to get as much done as possible before they took their time to go on their honeymoon.

Sophie still had not written to Amon Goeth to tell him of her new plans. She figured to wait until she was married and was away before she told him anything. The last thing she wanted was for an enraged Amon Goeth coming to her wedding, ready to spill blood. A red wedding was not something Sophie had wanted for herself.

As she sunk deep into her thoughts, Sophie's mother handed the girl a glass of champagne.

"To my daughter, the future Mrs. Hans Landa; may your marriage be healthy and may you give me many grandchildren."

The bridesmaids giggled as they all cheered their glasses towards each other. Sophie had a grand smile on her face as they toasted and drank.

Poland

Goeth sat in his wooden chair on the balcony of his apartment while smoking his pipe and siphoning through his mail. Anny was in the kitchen cooking something delightful for them to indulge in; she had put some American jazz on the record player, creating a nice diversion of the screams and demands coming from outside.

As he flipped through his mail, a small envelope dropped out of his pile. Curiously, he bent to pick it up; the handwriting was a beautiful Edwardian cursive and it was addressed "Captain Amon Goeth and Guest". He gazed away for a moment to think about who he knew that was getting married. Feeling confused, he opened the envelope and read the invitation waiting inside.

The pleasure of your company is requested at the marriage union

of Miss Sophia Angelique Dubois to Colonel Hans Landa

Tuesday, April 8, 1941 at Eglise Saint-Gervais at 3:00 PM

Reception to follow at: L'Hotel, Paris 7:30pm to midnight

Rage had overcome the captain. He let out an enraged scream as he stood and kicked the chair over; he then proceeded to take the lamp from his bedside and throw it through the glass door of his balcony.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Anny came running out of the kitchen to find her lover destroying his bedroom.

"That bitch! That whore!"

Amon Goeth flipped his bed, throwing his sheets and everything else to go flying all over the place. He then calmed down after his tirade and sunk deep into a corner and started to cry. Anny tried to go near him, but he swatted her hands away from himself and pointed to the floor where glass shards were scattered from the lamp. She picked up the card, read it, and laughed. Goeth darted a threatening look at her as she laughed.

"You're upset over this?" She continued to laugh.

"Why are you laughing at me?" He snarled.

"Because…you could ruin this girl's wedding by simply answering that you will come to the wedding and you will have a guest…me." Anny posed in a mocking manner before bursting into laughter. "How certain are you that she meant to send this to you?"

Goeth buried his face in his hands. "She didn't, he did. He does these things to show that no matter what, he will always get his way in order to benefit himself. Do you know who her godfather is?"

Anny shook her head.

"Oskar Schindler. Hans wants something…I am not sure what, but he definitely needs something from her family. He always does these big events whenever he is trying to get something out of it."

Anny walked towards him and sat in front of him. Taking his hands into her own, she gave him a gentle squeeze.

"Fuck them."

Goeth's icy glare met her bright, grey eyes. "What's in it for you, Anny?"

"Amon…I'm pregnant."