A/N: Sorry for the delay and thank you for all your support! I would just like to warn you that there is a bit of hate speech in here and I would like you to know that I do not condone it. But the Nazis were homophobic (major understatement). I hope it doesn't bother you too much, but at the same time I hope it bothers you a little - does that make sense?

Anyway, i you enjoy! :)

Engelbert looked up as his cell door opened and he was pulled to his feet. He felt chilled from the hard cell floor. While he had sat there though, he had had a little bit of time to think. They had assumed he was a homosexual - what had Gerhard done?

Truth be told,Engelbert wasn't upset at Gerhard for this, in fact, he wasn't upset with anyone. He hoped his death would prove to the Führer that he could not silence the thoughts of the people. He could kill the unclean, torture the rebellious, and indoctrinate the children, but the truth would always return and there was no way to stop it.

His heart burned with righteous fury and defiance, even as they brought him to a different room. All the halls seemed the same - white and blinding - and Engelbert soon became lost. The guards took him into a small room with a chair in the center and sat him down before handcuffing him to it.

Engelbert didn't struggle. He sat still and straight in his chair like a Greek god or a leader of a great revolution of years past.

"Ah, you're here I see. We thought we were catching a faggot to throw into a fire, but instead we found a traitor." A man's voice said. Engelbert looked at the door and saw a man who seemed about thirty with a confident expression and steely blue eyes. Engelbert looked at the man with a cold gaze of fury.

"You think it is morally wrong for me to sleep in another man's bed, but yet you see justification in persecuting the Jewish, the Gypsies, the Communists, and many others who are defenseless and have children? You see justification in a mad man beginning another war when we hardly made it out of the last one? How can this one end any better?" Engelbert spat. All he saw was a blur before sharp pain stung his cheek. His head hurt a little from the force of the smack and he had to take a minute to regain composure.

"Are you the author of the anti-Nazi pamphlets?" The man demanded harshly.

"Ja, I am." Engelbert replied without hesitation.

"What were you hoping to achieve?"

"to let the Volk know the truth! They need to see what our great country has come to - madness!" Engelbert said passionately.

"Who are the others in your group?" The man asked as someone else typed the interrogation on a typewriter in the corner. Engelbert focused on the "click, click, click" of fingers hitting keys.

A hand slamming down on his thigh brought him back to the interrogator.

"What are their names?" He asked again, but less calmly this time.

"It is only me," Engelbert lied and looked into the man's eyes defiantly. "I'm the only one."

"Liar! Traitor!" the man shouted and took out his stick. He brought it down on Engelbert'supper-back and the blond gasped in pain.

"Their names!"

"It was only ever me!" Engelbert repeated before the stick was brought down on his leg and he yelped in pain.

"What are their names?" The man repeated.

"I already told y-" Engelbert's response brought into a cry as the stick hit him in the stomach.

"we have your lover, you filthy boy! If you don't cooperate, we'll torture him for answers as well."

"Do as you like with him, he isn't my lover." Engelbert said truthfully. The man seemed a little taken aback by this answer, but he looked into Engelbert's eyes and smirked.

"Perhaps if you cooperate, we could arrange some sort of pardon for your actions. Your punishment could be lessoned and perhaps you could continue your studies. Come now, just answer the questions like a good boy."

Engelbert glared at the man and felt his muscles stiffen with hatred. Just as the man was about to ask a question again, Engelbert spat upon him.

"arghh!" the man yelled and pulled away. he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the spit off of his suit and face, but he took a bit longer to compose himself again which brought great satisfaction to Engelbert.

Once the torture was over, Engelbert was placed back in his solitary sell and the lights were turned off. It was frighteningly dark and he shivered from the cold. His whole body ached from multiple beatings and he collapsed on the small cot in the corner. It hurt the least to lie on his side, so he did. All he could hear was the sound of distant screams and the sound of his own breathing. Neither helped bring him peace, nor did the thought of his friends being caught. Engelbert's mind was racing around and his breasting began to quicken, even though he told it not to. Was he talking to himself now? Was he going insane after only a few hours?

Had it only been a few hours, or had it been a day? Was it night or day? Was he missing his classes, or was he only missing the precious hours of sleep? He closed his eyes and saw a stick being brought down on his defenseless body. He stiffened and opened his eyes.

"Shh, calm." He muttered quietly to himself. "You have to relax. This is one of their tactics to break you. Don't let them win." It was only after his breathing had calmed somewhat that he realized he had spoken out loud to himself.

After what seemed like hours, Engelbert's eyes closed and his mind fell into the blissful darkness of sleep.

But all good things must come to an end, and a minute later, bright lights were turned on and a loud voice barked,

"GET UP!"

For this was the way to break prisoners into submission - beat them senseless, drive them insane, deprive them of sleep, and awaken them as soon as they find it. Engelbert was beginning to wonder how much longer he would be able to withstand this.