1994

"Coming to bed?"

Philip's hands slipped on Whitney's shoulders as she sat at her desk typing away at her laptop. Her small black framed reading glasses on, she now had her beautiful red hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Smiling from his touch, she tilted her head back and kissed one of his hands.

"Yeah in a second."

Philip smiled before silently slipping out of her office. Whitney took her glasses off before staring up at her framed photo of The Bear Jew. Smiling, she felt excited. The same feeling she got when she first moved out here, or when Philip and her became engaged. Looking down at the letter she pushed her chair aside before heading down the hallway to the bedroom.

That night, laying in the darkness with Philip's arm draped across her Whitney felt too wired to even sleep. Hiking herself up on one elbow she stared out the window at the full moon outside. Strangely it had a red tint to it.

As if it was dipped in blood.

1941

"Aldo you can't even be serious!"

Wicki followed Aldo up the hill as Donny walked ahead of them, Regan screaming and struggling on his arms. Dusk had fallen and the sky had a horrible orange purple tint towards it. Beautiful leafs of brown and gold fell from the bare skeleton trees as a strong wind blew by them.

Aldo walked ahead, his face nonchalant. Wicki ran to keep up before grabbing Aldo's shoulder.

"Aldo she's just a kid!"

Aldo turned his face not in the mood to get into a discussion. Crossing his arms he looked at Wicki.

"So? She's a kid who's engaged to the biggest prick on the German side. The same German otherwise known as The Jew Hunter. You know all about that Wicki. The same Jew Hunter who has hunted and been responsible for thousands of innocent Jewish deaths. Of is your inner German coming out and you want to make a big deal of this?"

Wicki looked up the hill at Regan crying out helplessly as Donny carried her out of sight towards the camp. Feeling helpless he shook his head.

"She's just a kid Aldo! She's been through enough!"

"Oh I hardly think she's seen enough. Besides I knew I had a strange feeling about her. You said it yourself, she speaks English yet didn't think that was too important to let us know."

"Her English is terrible she said her mother had just began…"

"Mother my ass. I bet her future husband to be was teaching her it. She's been listening to everything we've said."

"She isn't a spy Aldo, you heard it yourself over the radio. She was kidnapped!"

"Yeah and for once a couple of Germans had the balls to do something. I'm glad they snatched her from the all mighty Jew Hunter. I'm glad they fucked the shit out of her…which is exactly what Donny is gonna do. By the time Hans gets her back he'll know we mean business."

"You're not making any sense! We'll become just like them if we do this! We'll sink down to their level! My God what did you tell us the first day we all joined the team? That we weren't like them!"

Aldo rolled his eyes.

"I didn't say such thing. I told you all that we were going to become the exact opposite! We we're gonna become just as heartless and cruel as them. We we're gonna show them that we earned the name The Bastards for a good reason. Wicki you're one of my best men…and the last few months that we've been out here you've proven yourself. Not turn against us now."

"I'm human Aldo, I can't stand back and watch you rape and torture this little girl!"

"She ain't a girl, she's the bride to be of one of the biggest Nazis in the country. Now you're either with us or against us. It would be a shame to lose you, but remember Stiglitz speaks perfect German so you're rank of importance is slowly beginning to fade away. You're one hell of a killer…don't choose a path you and I will regret."

Wicki took a step closer towards Aldo.

"Is that a threat?"

"No Wicki it ain't. It's a fact."

Wicki stared up the hill, in the distance he still heard Regan's screams. Remembering something from his past, shivers went down his spine. He couldn't allow this. Shaking his head he pushed back Aldo and began running up the hill. His boots crunching against the dried up leafs that scattered on the forest floor. Aldo rolled his eyes, pulling his knife out.

"Jesus…"

Aldo followed him.

By the time Wicki reached the camp, there were several tents all ready set up along with a dull fire that was starting to crackle and pop. Utivich, Hirschberg, and Kagan sat around it poking the fire with sticks. Their rifles laying beside them. Small embers floated up before disappearing as the sky grew darker.

Stiglitz was sitting outside of his tent, eating what appeared to be a piece of dried up bread. Omar laid propped up against a pile of rocks and stared up at the night sky, unbothered by all the noise that was being made.

Wicki reached the top of the hill, out of breath and his eyes wide.

He watched as Donny lifted Regan even higher off the ground. His large arms so tight around her waist he thought for a brief second over her screams and cries he heard the faint sound of a few of her ribs breaking. Donny struggled to bring her over to one of the trees. With all his might he slammed her against it, making her bite her tongue hard and drawing blood. Pieces of bark fell off as Donny held her arms above her head, his intense eyes looking half crazed at her.

"So has Hans fucked you yet? I bet he has you fucking slut!"

"Donny stop!"

Wicki yelled, causing the men to look over. Omar even himself got in a sitting position as Utivich glanced up, his eyes scared and uncomfortable. Donny looked over as Wicki started running towards him. That's when Aldo stepped forward, his pistol aimed.

"Freeze Wicki!"

Wicki stopped dead in his tracks before turning. Aldo walked forward, a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth and his pistol aimed square at his chest.

"Take another step forward and I'll shoot."

Wicki looked at with him disbelief.

"Aldo, you need to stop this."

Aldo nodded at Donny who took his own buck knife out. The blade glimmering against the reflection the fire casted a few feet away. Donny smiled as he pressed the blade against Regan's cheek. Regan began to hyperventilate as she snapped her eyes shut. A single tear falling down her cheek and then catching on the blade.

Aldo stepped forward.

"You try to stop this and we'll cut her. We'll cut her so bad she'll wish she was dead. You've seen the work Donny and I can do and we'll do it if you keep this shit up Wicki!"

Wicki looked back and forth at Donny and Aldo, helpless. Aldo then walked over to Wicki, his free hand opened.

"Your gun and knife."

Wicki eyed Utivich who quickly dropped his eyes.

"Aren't you going to do anything? You're men for Christ sakes! You're American! You know this isn't right! What have we become? Animals?!"

The younger soldiers avoided eye contact as they all looked away. Uncomfortable and scared. Wicki looked back at Aldo who was smiling.

"You're word don't mean tin shit. You're a half breed. Now like I said your either with us or against us."

Wicki looked over at Stiglitz.

"Stiglitz, please!"

Stiglitz stared at Wicki blankly before shaking his head. Aldo laughed.

"We'll the only family you got Wicki. There ain't anything to come home to. So once more…let me see your gun and your knife."

Wicki looked at Donny, pressing Regan's bruised and battered body against the tree. Her arms above her head using one hand while the other held the blade of his knife against her pale skin.

Aldo nodded.

"Stiglitz."

Out of nowhere Stiglitz was behind Wicki, grabbing him by the hair he pulled his head back and put his own knife against Wicki's exposed neck. Wicki stood there, suspired but pinned. Aldo laughed before unhooking Wicki's pistol and knife from his belt.

"Keep this shit up Wicki and we'll force you to do her. Trust me it can be done. Now until you get your head screwed on right I'm making you watch. I'm gonna make sure this burns into your head so you'll know the real reason why we came over here. We're American and we're making sure these Nazis fucks know we mean business."

Stiglitz pressed the blade closer against his neck. Wicki stared across at Donny.

"Donny please…once you cross this line there's no coming back."

Donny ignored him before Aldo turned, kicking Wicki's pistol and knife to the side.

"Any of you boys don't wanna see this I say go down to the river. Might be awhile so stay close."

Omar, Hirschberg, and Kagan quickly got up. No expression on their faces they quickly grabbed their guns and headed down in a single line down the hill. Utivich didn't move. Instead his head was slightly down between his legs in shame.

The fire kept cracking. Aldo put his hands on his hips, standing beside Stiglitz and Wicki.

"Go on Donny."

Donny grinned before letting go of the knife. It fell silently to the ground as Regan's eyes snapped open. Looking across at Wicki, tears streamed down her face.

"Wilhelm…please help…"

Her English was broken but perfectly understandable. Her words choked out and helpless.

"Wilhelm…please help me…"

She repeated. Wicki tried to move but Stiglitz pressed the blade even tighter. Donny's rough hand unzipped his jacket off her and exposed her naked body. Slipping it off her, the jacket fell to the ground around the leafs. Smiling, his hand went down her neck and then grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. Regan snapped her eyes shut yelping.

Aldo laughed before taking his snuff out.

Donny leaned in close, his tongue running down the length of her neck and thin collarbones. Leaning in even closer, he smiled as his stubble covered face rubbed up against her cheek.

Regan then spit right in his face. Donny grinned as he slapped her across the face with all his might. The sound echoed and Utivich jumped slightly at the fire. Wicki gulped, feeling the blade move against where his Adam's apple was. Right away a horrible hand mark appeared on Regan's cheek, turning red. Regan's lips began bleeding before Donny threw her down to the ground. Her naked battered body hit the ground with a hollow thud before she began trying to crawl away. Tears spilling down her cheeks as she helplessly cried out, trying to get to Wicki.

Wicki tried to move but Stiglitz continued to hold him.

Regan's nails dug into the dirt, traveling underneath her fingernails. Struggling, she cried out trying to fight Donny who grabbed her by the ankle and began dragging her backwards. Aldo leaned over taking a snort of his snuff before grinning.

Regan screamed, trying to slap Donny away as he dragged her back to him. Kneeling, Donny began to breath heavy before he yanked his fly down and roughly spread her legs. Regan screamed, thrashing from side to side. Lifting her legs up, he yanked them apart before kneeling in closer.

"NO!"

Regan screamed.

Wicki shut his eyes, his stomach turning. He couldn't watch. Utivich glanced over his shoulder, slightly shaking. Donny tried catching his breath, his hands trembling as he worked himself out with one hand from his slacks, a horrible erection pulsing as he worked himself between her.

Regan snapped her eyes shut throwing her head back like she did when the Germans kidnapped her. She prayed she would just numb out and drift away somewhere else while it happened. But somehow it was different with this man. Terrified, she prayed she would just wake up.

Donny didn't think he would be able to do this. It had been nearly eight months since he had been with a woman and that was a girl who he barely knew back in Boston. Trying to hold back, he gritted his teeth before going into her. Right away Regan began to scream as if she was being murdered.

Wicki felt sick, vomit began to build in his throat.

Utivich watched away, as Donny pinned the girl down into the dirt and began thrusting away in a steady rhythm. Regan's cries died off and soon became helpless hiccups. Her body became like a limp corpse as Donny worked away at her, his bangs still dripping wet and hanging in his face.

It seemed to go on for hours. Stiglitz and Aldo watching, no emotion in their eyes as Wicki held back from getting sick. Utivich turned back towards the fire covering his mouth.

Donny's chest squished down Regan's breasts as he buried his head against her neck, biting it so hard he left horrible bite marks against her skin. Regan helplessly tried to push him away, but finally she gave up. Her hands laying at her sides she stared up blankly up at the night sky as Donny's back arched, his metals and dog tags jingling against her.

Finally Donny lifted his head, fighting back before he climaxed strongly into her. Warmth dripped down her thighs as he lowered his head and tried catching his breath.

Then silence.

A few minutes later Donny slipped out of her. There was blood. Regan laid there motionless, her eyes blank. Sitting, Donny zipped himself up before rubbing the back of his neck. He looked up at Aldo who nodded.

"That's good, take her pretty little ass back to your tent after you wash yourself up. If you get the urge again tonight feel free. She's going to have to get used to this. She's all yours Donny."

Aldo turned, walking down the hill to find the others. Donny glanced over, still trying to catch his breath while Regan slowly curled up into a fetal position. Sighing, he felt sweat drip down his face. He had never been with a woman like that before.

In fact he liked it.

Looking over at her he wondered if he had done it. He saw he had made her bleed really bad and more than likely go into shock. Looking down at his slacks he made a disgusted face, he made a complete mess of himself. Just then Stiglitz let go of Wicki, his knife dropping to his side. Right away Wick took a step forward and began throwing up. His dry heaving made horrible noises against the wind that was now blowing strongly. Utivich watched him and felt sick himself. Standing, he quickly got up and hurried away. He didn't want the others to see him get sick.

Wicki threw one more time before spitting. Lifting his head, he rubbed his lips with the back of his hand before his face crumpled at Donny. Staring at Regan laying on the ground, a horrible rage filled him. That's when he charged towards Donny.

Before Stiglitz could yell, Wicki ran forward and tackled Donny who was sitting up beside Regan. The two men went flying backwards. Wicki screaming as the two rolled down the slight slope and punches began getting thrown. The two men rolled around, hands on shoulders as they began kicking and punching each other.

"You fucker!"

Within seconds Stiglitz and Aldo were there breaking it up and pulling them apart. Wicki's shirt was torn, his lips bleeding and his hair sticking up. Donny sat on the ground, all ready his cheek swelling as blood dripped from his mouth.

Aldo pointed his pistol at Wicki before he nodded at Stiglitz. Aldo held onto Wicki's shoulder as his chest raised and fell hard, his eyes locked with Donny's. Stiglitz silently went over to Regan whose naked body was curled up and shaking. Leafs now stuck in her wet hair. Leaning over, he took his knife and roughly pushed her on her stomach. Regan's head rolled against her neck before she was face down in the dirt. Bending over, Stiglitz dragged the blade against Regan's bare skin, right away cutting it open. Regan's eyes shut as her hands grabbed onto the ground, making handfuls as her legs began to beat up and down. Her horsed voice uttered a helpless choke of a cry before Wicki quickly turned.

Aldo pressed the pistol against his ribs before rising it up and whacking Wicki with blunt force. Wicki groaned as he collapsed on his knees hard. Aldo brought the pistol again and hit him the small of his back, making him nearly fall down completely. Stiglitz dragged the blade cutting Regan before Donny stood up.

"That's enough."

Stiglitz stopped before eyeing Aldo. Silently Donny wiped his bleeding mouth with his arm and went over to Regan. Stiglitz stood back, blood on the blade of his knife. Donny scooped up Regan who buried her head down and was crying. For some odd reason Regan buried her head against Donny's chest. Crying, her entire body began shaking. Holding her tight he eyed Wicki who laid out on his knees. Aldo bent over, looking straight at him.

"Listen here Wicki, she's Donny's now. If I were you I would cut the shit now. Nothing is going to change what's happening. Now I promise you if you stick with us she's won't be cut again…but if you keep this shit up and try to let her go and start with Donny again, we'll shoot out her knees and blind her. Understood?"

Wicki glared up at Aldo and didn't say a word. Instead he looked over and watched as Donny carried Regan to his tent. Aldo spit on the ground before walking away. Wicki stayed here, on his knees and watched the darkened tent. Stiglitz went back to the fire as Utivich hid behind a tree and finished being sick. Just as the others began coming back Wicki gathered himself up and leaned up against one of the trees. His entire body ached, his ribs were burning and his lips were numb. Regan's screams still echoed in his head as he lowered his head and deeply sighed.

He had to help her somehow…

Looking around at the men he had grown to call his friends, he now saw them all as animals.

Inside the tent, Donny silent laid Regan down. Going into the trunk, he grabbed one of his shirts and shook it out. Turning, he lit the small lantern and eyed his baseball bat. Kneeling down, he rolled her over. Her arms crossed over her bruised chest. Her eyes snapped shut she cried out.

"Here…"

She didn't say a word.

Donny then leaned over, grabbing her by the wrists and yanking her up into a sitting position. Pulling the shirt over her head, he flipped her wet hair back before eyeing it.

"Jesus you're a mess…"

Reaching back into his trunk he took his pair of scissors that he had brought with him from his barber shop back in Boston. Holding Regan's hair out, he saw how beautiful it would have been if cleaned and kept up.

"Your hair is just gonna get in the way…"

He mumbled. Yanking it so tight on her skull, he quickly began to chop away. Regan cried out and within seconds Donny held a handful of red hair. Regan's hair was now chopped off below her hairs. Uneven, and still dirty and wet she lowered her head and began to sob. Donny rolled his eyes.

"It isn't that bad."

Tossing the hair to the ground, he then pulled his wife beater off and began to undo his slacks. Regan cried out and tried to crawl towards the opening of the tent. Grabbing her, he held her tight.

"Hold still damnit!"

Regan's struggles began getting weaker before Donny's hand slid up behind her shirt and touched her bleeding back. Resting his rough hand against it, he felt the warmth of her blood trickle between his fingers. Sighing, he nuzzled his head against her neck. Regan looked disgusted as tears rolled down her face.

Donny gently kissed the back of her mouth before he laid her down against the wool blankets he had rolled out. Staring down at her, his eyes crazy he licked his lips before finishing undressing. Only in his boxers he laid beside her before showing her one of his dog tags.

"I'm from Boston. You know where that is?"

Regan didn't say anything.

"Say Boston for me…Bbboostonn. Boston."

He slowly sounded it out for her.

Regan didn't say anything, instead she just stared up at him, holding back from crying.

"Boston, come on…"

"B-boston…Boston."

She silently said. A grin appeared on Donny's face as he stroked her now butchered hair. Hiked up on one elbow, he leaned over and smothered her lips with his. Regan's eyes shut, her stomach turning as one hand reached over and grabbed her breast again.

It wasn't supposed to be like this…

Tears slipping down her face, she choked and turned over. Donny leaned over and brought her in close his arms tightening.

"You belong to me now…"

He softly whispered. Regan's eyes opened as his grip tightened. Trying to reach over, his hand began bringing up the shirt that seemed ten times her size. Slowly he began bringing it up. Regan tried to think of Hans. The older yet handsome gentlemen who was her father's good friend. Having only met him a few times less than a week ago her biggest concern was feeling nervous about the arranged marriage. She still felt so young and helpless. Hans was a good man, but she knew what he did. Yes he would make a good husband, but thinking of becoming a wife at such a young age it terrified her. Flashes went before her eyes of those men storming in and killing her family.

Her heart ached.

Crying, she felt Donny begin to brush her hair back with his hand before reaching over and blowing out the lantern. They were now in darkness and faintly she heard a few of them men outside softly talking. She strained her years to try and find Wicki's voice but couldn't.

He was the only one who had tried to help her.

Now thinking of Hans she wondered really if he was out searching for her. The last time they had seen each other he had come to visit her father's home. Both were alone outside for a few moments as he kissed her hand and smiled, telling her he would be back to show her Paris before the end of the month.

She hated what he was, yet wished he was here to rescue her.

Her insides throbbed from what this man had just done to her.

She felt his breath against her neck as he rolled over, his weight crushing her. Shutting her eyes she hoped he wasn't trying again, she was exhausted and hurt.

Donny hovered above her before his hand reached out and grabbed her leg, pulling it to the side. He felt himself beginning to get worked up. Regan tried pushing him off her but he was too strong.

She knew if he did put his seed inside of her she would kill herself before that bastard monster of a child would be born. She promised herself. Shutting her eyes, she tried to slip away. She found it getting harder and harder to think of Hans' face. Instead she saw the man they called Wicki.

Outside of the tent, Wicki faintly heard Donny grunting. Feeling sick again, he slammed the back of his head against the trunk of the tree. Thoughts of a woman screaming in pain became to repeat over and over again. Tasting vomit, he spit again and opened his eyes. The others were enjoying dinner by the fire, talking and laughing as they polished their guns, as if nothing was going on only a few feet away.

He then spotted Utivich, further near his own tent. Sitting on the ground he seemed pale and his big blue eyes distant. He to heard the horrible noises coming from Donny's tent.

Sighing, he hoped by dawn Aldo would change his mind and let the girl go.

Present

Rough looking hands. Twice her own size gently touched her bare leg. Its fingers slowly traveled down her skin making goose bumps begin to break out. His breath smelled of whiskey and felt like fire again her body. Slowly her short silk nightgown began being lifted up, she could feel him begin to cover her when…

Whitney woke up. Her eyes opening she stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom. Glancing over, still half asleep she saw Philip's back facing her. Eying the clock she saw it was three in the morning. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes she rubbed her face before laying her head back down on the pillow.

That dream…

It seemed so real.

Pushing her red hair back, she snuggled in closer to Philip before thinking of the letter she had received.

Why did she feel uneasy?

Her head dully aching, she looked at her arms and saw goose bumps on them. Looking again out the window, she still saw the moon that seemed to be covered in blood.

Shutting her eyes she was unaware that someone was watching her. Someone in black boots that were caked with mud. As tinted red moonlight streamed in through the window, he stared at the two sleeping forms in bed.

His brown eyes stared at the woman with the red hair. His breath caught in his throat.

She looked exactly like her.

He yearned to touch her, just once…but knew it wasn't time yet.

Soon…

Disappearing in the shadows he waited.

Soon.

Very soon.