DISCLAIMER: I do not own the property rights of Hans Landa, Amon Goeth, or any other characters in the fabulous movies of "Inglorious Basterds" or Schindler's List. In all of the scenes involving Landa, he is to be perceived to be a 'dirty old man' type, not some horny young guy! Readers should also remember that Sophie is in fact a 19 year old girl warped in the fallacies of love and romanticism! She is very much vulnerable, gullible, and alone without Goeth. Thanks and have fun!

Sophie's stomach turned at his mention of the word 'engagement'. With all of the hatred in her heart, she wanted to kill her parents. This may have been proper French culture 40 years ago, but to arrange a marriage for their daughter was completely out of line. Did her parents hear of his reputation? This man was once one of those who used to follow other university students around. With much disgust, Sophie watched as the Colonel inspected her with his eyes. Every drag he took out of his cigarette, he exhaled staring at her.

"Well what do you think?" he grinned again, causing Sophie's stomach to churn.

"I don't know what to think. In fact knowing that my parents had the nerve to engage me to a man that I have never met…irritates me to say the least."

Landa continued to study her before extinguishing his cigarette on the bread plate. Sophie's palms grew sweaty as she stared at him. What was he up to? Landa stood up from the table and walked towards the entry way of their private dining room. Sophie heard a faint click! before he turned his attention to her again. She started to rise slowly as he walked towards her.

"Colonel Landa…respectfully I must ask you to please stop what you are doing." She searched around. There was no way out.

He chuckled and raised his brow. "You are indeed very beautiful, Sophie. I could not help the urge to…touch you."

Sophie was determined to get out of the situation. As he took one more step closer towards her, she forcibly ran past him. Before she could get to the door, his arm had already wrapped around her waist and yanked her backwards. Landa pressed his face against the nape of her neck. He took in her scent and chuckled. Sophie was struggling, but her throat seemed to be blocked. There was no way for her to scream or get help.

Even if she did scream, the loudness of the band playing in the main hall would overcome her struggles. Landa's hand traveled down her body and grasped her thigh. Sophie started to go limp. She now knew the intention of this dinner. When she stopped struggling, Landa's quick fingers started to unzip her dress from behind. He kissed her shoulders as the dress started to peel off of her. With each kiss, Sophie squirmed a little bit more.

"Colonel…I am asking you to please stop…" her voice was no longer filled with anger or pleading. Instead, she grew numb as he suddenly stopped.

"Hans…I insist on you calling me Hans, my darling girl." his fingers made every inch of skin "goose-bump" with a curious pleasure. As he continued to explore her baring skin with his lips, Sophie felt her legs give way.

There was no point in resisting. He was a lot taller and stronger than she was. This was a foreshadowing scenario of what her potential marriage was going to be like. Her parents meant well by setting her up with a Nazi colonel. God forbid if they were to be persecuted, her family would be under the protection of Hans Landa and his men. Her thoughts kept racing. If Amon were to hear about this, Landa would be shot! It did not matter if the ranks differed; Landa was violating the code of ethics between soldiers!

As her thoughts raced, his hot breath returned to the nape of her neck.

"Oh Sophie, pretend to struggle for me…" his whispers were like the brisk airs of death among a corpse before his lips graced the presence of her skin.

Sophie placed her hand over his hand that was on her abdomen. She began to turn around and soon was inches from his face. Her eyes began to tear as she stared at him. Landa slyly smiled. Using his free hand, he placed it on her chin. His hands were soft, unlike any other man who had ever held her before. As he leaned in for a kiss, Sophie pulled away.

"Non…" her voice was a whimper.

Landa paused for a moment before forcefully grabbed her for a kiss. His kiss was no less than gentle; his tongue found a way to split her lips open as it found hers to massage. Surprisingly, Sophie kissed him back in hopes that this torment would stop. Landa's hands wrapped around her waist and hugged her tightly against him. Sophie placed her hands around his neck, proceeding follow his leading movements.

As the kiss broke apart, Landa pulled away grinning while Sophie was a deeper red than her evening dress. The tears in her eyes had deteriorated into dried lines of salt on her cheeks. With one hand still firmly pressed against her back. Landa ran his free hand through her hair, removing the pins that held her bun in place. The loose curls that had been held captive beneath the pins rolled wildly down onto her shoulders. Before she could fight him, Landa had already pulled down her dress past her brazier line.

Sophie had closed her eyes, finally frightened of what he was going to do next. Whatever Landa commanded, Sophie would obey him. Just as her mind drew a blank, Landa pulled her dress back at her shoulders. Then he turned her around and zipped her dress.

"I do not wish to impose too much of my power onto you. This was only a slight game for me. I will allow you to slap me this one time." Landa stood straight and adjusted his tie.

The half-frightened girl faced him and shook her head. A slap would instigate whatever sexual frenzy Landa may have withheld from this uncomfortable experience. She brushed past him and sat back at the table. Landa went to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. Sophie assumed that this was his own way of inviting the servers into their private room. As he made his way back towards their table, Sophie kept uneasy eyes on him. If he tried to do another thing like that again, she may have to defend herself by any means possible. Landa reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his cigarette tin.

He took his place at the table with another cigarette butt wedged between his lips. Sophie could not deny that he was in fact very handsome, however, she still felt as if she was going to be a mere mistress to this high-ranked officer.

"I apologize for that previous action, my dear. There are certain things that I must test in order to see if rumor is true or blasphemous. My job requires me to be fully certain and detailed in all aspects. You are aware of my job description, hm?"

"Oui. The nickname for you is the Jew Hunter. You seek answers and have your way of interrogating people. It's the intimidation factor that allows people to spill their emotions to you. However, I do not fear you." her answer was bold yet her voice cracked.

"Very good. You do not fear me, yet you sit here trembling. I must intimidate you enough in order for you to muster a certain courage to speak like that. You say that I do not induce fear within you, but you have not mentioned anything about intimidation. Now, young Sophie, do I intimidate you?"

Landa sat straight as he questioned her. Leaning onto the table, he smiled at her while inhaling and exhaling his cigarette smoke. The serving staff interrupted her thoughts by barging in and placing their first course on the table. With much dismay, it was only a light soup that Sophie had no interest in. Using her spoon, she toyed with it before taking hopeful sips. Landa didn't touch his soup, but focused on the girl.