WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT !

9 Mars 1944

Some accepted her help in exchange for a few potatoes. She even managed to find some radishes as she walked in the nearby forest. She came home and made them a soup.

Jonathan had been doing a lot better, he had nearly finished the whole medication. He was the happy, lively young boy she knew again and it made her smile each time she came back home or talked excitedly about the same book she had been reading for three years now. Clary had mostly taught him herself how to read and write and she was quite proud of herself. She was sad that he hadn´t the possibility to read any other book, but she had had to sell them in order to survive a few years ago. Still he never complained and always showered her with kisses and hugs. She didn´t know what she would do without him, he always kept her hopes up, and when she felt like she couldn´t fight any more, he gave her a reason to keep going through their personal hell.

They never really talked about the war. They both knew it was there, everybody knew it. Sometimes they would simply lie down and talk about the good old days, both would laugh. Sometimes he would ask her questions about their dad and their mom. When she arrived home, he jumped on her and showed her what he had carved into a branch she had brought home. He often helped her prepare their dinner.

They ate their soup slowly, enjoying the first real meal in two days. They had enough for the next day and maybe the day after tomorrow. Jonathan made her laugh as he told her a few jokes he invented. He was really cute with the way he smiled. He loved making his sister laugh. He knew she was working hard for them to survive. His goofy smile made her forget for a moment the situation they were in. After they finished they went to bed and continued talking and laughing until they both fell asleep.

Clary woke up with a start as she heard gun shots. Even if it must have been a few streets away, she could hear shouts and more gun shots. The street being empty, the sounds reverberated through the night and the city. Jonathan unconsciously curled further into her. She feared what had happened outside, it had been a long time since the last time she heard such sounds. The fact that they were hearing it again, wasn´t a good sign at all… it was the complete opposite.

10 Mars 1944

Clary woke up a little later than usual. The sun shined through the window and let in a soft light. She turned her head and saw that Jonathan was already awake, but hadn´t got up yet. He hadn´t woken her up, deciding she needed to rest sometime as well. She smiled as he told her that. They were always taking care of one got up and dressed.

After telling him she would try to find something, she left and made her way to an old farm near the border of the forest. She approached the house slowly and she started to hear shouting. She hid behind a tree and tried to peek. A few German soldiers were standing next to the farmer and Sebastian was screaming at him. His wife was in the back holding their son close. From what she understood, they requested they give them al of their supplies. Her eyes widened. The farmer swallowed hardly and went to his stall, knowing he didn´t have any choice. The soldiers followed; probably to make sure he was giving everything and not hiding a few things. They came back a couple minutes later, with a few bags filled with potatoes and what appeared to be radishes, but Clary couldn´t tell from the distance. They loaded their truck and drove away. The woman burst into tears as she held her young child in her arms. The man came up to his wife and tried to comfort her, but you could see he was desperate as well.

Clary came home empty-handed. Jonathan didn´t say anything, he tried to get her spirits up but he encountered a few difficulties.

The next few days, she didn´t manage to find them anything to eat.

18 Mars 1944

Finally after patrolling through the forest for more than five hours she found two radishes. She beamed and quickly hid them in her dress. She was making her way back home, when suddenly a German truck drove past her and halted 50 meters away in front of her. No seeing this as a good sign, she turned into the next street, in which thankfully a car couldn´t pass. She walked faster. Soon, she heard rapid footsteps behind her and she walked even faster trying to appear as if she wasn´t running away from that person. She heard the footsteps coming nearer and nearer and suddenly a hand gripped her shoulder tightly. She whipped around, ready to defend herself, and once again she saw those cold, dark eyes scanning her.

He smirked as he saw her defensive pose, as if he wasn´t fearing her at all and found it amusing.

"Na Fräulein Clarissa, lange nicht mehr gesehen. Ich hab mich schon gewundert wann ich sie nächstes mal sehen würde./ Miss Clarissa, I haven´t seen you in a while. I was wondering when our ways would cross again."

She hated her bad luck and cursed internally. The more she thought of him and saw him, the more disgusted she became. It was a weird feeling since he seemed to be a polite gentleman in the first place. But the more she thought about how he forced himself on her without her consent, using her vulnerable state, the more she couldn´t bare be near him.

"Viel zu tun./Many things to do" She simply said, trying to keep it as brief as possible. She wanted to go home and give Jonathan something to eat.

He told her they were heading to the city and that she should come as well. She shook her head to deny his invitation, but he ignored it and practically dragged her to the truck. Kneeling down, he took her legs and lifted her so another soldier could catch her and let her sit down in the truck. She didn´t like the close contact at all. She shivered in disgust. The truck was filled with various things. Big boxes with unknown logos on it.

Probably guns ...

But there were also a few loafs of bread. They didn´t appear very fresh but still eatable. Her stomach started grumbling at the sight.

The truck soon started to drive through the empty streets again. They arrived in front of the hôtel de ville, a soldier helped her jump out of the truck. She was thankful that the radishes didn´t fell on the floor and that she didn´t sprain her ankle. She was about to leave, when Sebastian pulled her besind him and dragged her inside. He cleared something up with a soldier and they headed to his office once again. Clary couldn´t help but shiver as she remembered what had happened here the first and last time she had been here. She kept her gaze and stared at his black boots, while they walked up the stairs and down the long hallway, like they a few back back. She had prayed for it to be the last time being in here, but there she was again. He made her sit down at a small table and a soldier walked in with two plates.

I´m beginning to seriously think he thinks he is going to get to me with food…

Shooting her a smirk, he dug into his plate, apparently not very hungry since he was eating more slowly than Clary thought was possible. Even if she had forced herself to eat slowly, she couldn´t eat more slowly than right now. He seemed to have understood, the more time he spent eating the longer she would have had to stay. She mostly stayed silent when they were eating together, the most of the time he would do all the talking, but now he was only eating while keeping looking at her.

Clary hated being observed and it creeped her out to know he was watching every single one of her movements. He dragged the dinner for more than an hour. She started fidgeting in her seat as she shot a quick glance to the clock indicating that Jonathan must be starting to get worried. She sighed inaudibly once he finished his plate, he rang a bell and a soldier came in with dessert. They never had been a fan of dessert in their family, but nobody could resist a small piece of cake. After the soldier left he closed the door himself. Clary used the opportunity to hide half on her cake in her dress, saving it for her took his time to eat his cake as well and Clary nearly couldn´t take it anymore. She just wanted to shove the rest of the cake down his throat. He seemed not to be wanting to stop smirking and it irritated her.

He stood up and took her hands, making he stand up as well. He stood way to close for her liking. Without a word he smashed his lips to her again and she let out a surprised gasp. He grasped her hips tightly so she couldn´t move away. He made her back away and as the back of her knees hit the chaise she fell down with him on top of her. He continued kissing her forcefully. He was much stronger than her and her arms were pinned under her as she had tried to stop her fall, but had failed, so she couldn´t push him away. He broke the kiss and started trailing kisses along her jaw, telling her to relax since she was so tense. He kissed down her neck and nibbled at the soft skin. She felt one hand leave her hip and felt it soon on her breast slightly massaging it through the thick fabric of her dress. She gasped in surprise and horror. Slowly he started unbuttoning the top of her dress.

She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he had her ´perfectly´ pinned under himself. She felt him tug the fabric aside and she shivered as the cold air hit her bare chest. He kissed his way down between her breasts, slightly sucking the side of her mounds.

Suddenly a few shots reverberated. His head shot up. He cursed, passed a hand through his hair. He got off her, he unlocked the door and Clary´s eyes widened. She didn´t even hear him lock it. She heard her black boots click as he walked out and she quickly buttoned her dress up and put on her coat and ran out of the building.

When she arrived, Jonathan didn´t say anything after she gave him the piece of cake she had saved. She made him a soup, again, but they didn´t have much of a choice. Jonathan went to bed early. After she was sure he had fallen asleep, she unbuttoned her dress and saw her chest covered with a few reddish marks. She flinched at how sensible the marks were.

He is using not only me, but also the whole town so he and his buddies can eat.

Anger rose within her.

Hi!

I´m so sorry for the long wait. I have no time writting for this story and no clear idea where I want to take things yet... I have a global idea, but it will take time since I have to do some research for this story (through my old history notes mostly) and no time at the moment.

I hope you liked this chapter!

Happy New Year!

Eat chocolate!