Amon Goeth was shaken from his slumber. The nightmare replayed in his memory night after night. Rumor had it Sophie was with child now; he prayed that her son belonged to him as well. When he heard about how much Landa bragged about his nightly bedding visits, his heart sank. The child could have equally been Landa's as much as it was Goeth's. He sat up and stared into the darkness, remembering what happened that night…

December 19, 1934 2:45 A.M

Goeth stirred in his sleep to find Sophie curled up beside him. He checked the clock and panicked at the time; in less than six hours, the entire bridal party would come and retrieve her for her wedding. Amon gave her one more kiss before he slipped out of her bed. The Captain quickly got dressed and took one more look at his sleeping lover before escaping out of the window.

As his feet touched the ground, a set of hands grabbed him. Amon fought and tried to wring himself free before a fist knocked the wind out of his lungs. The hands held their firm grip around his shoulders. His surroundings grew fuzzy; as he regained his sight, the figure of a taller man stepped into his line of vision.

"Captain Goeth…I am so sorry I had to welcome you home like this…"

Goeth recognized the voice. As he looked up, he saw Major Dieter Hellstrom standing above him looking more stern than usual.

"Under the orders of Colonel Hans Landa, you are no longer allowed to see Miss Sophie. We know what happened here tonight and we know what consequences may follow for the young woman. The remedy of your actions will be executed for the next few weeks."

Goeth stared at Hellstrom with an immense hatred and anger. What did he mean by a 'remedy'?

"If you hurt her…"

Hellstrom chuckled and shook his head,

"No such thing. Colonel Landa will be notified of your arrival and tomorrow the apothecary will assign some remedies for the crime you've committed tonight." Hellstrom stopped his sentence and looked at the Captain. "We have the appropriate medicines to stop a potential bastard from growing in her belly."

The Major's gloved hand reached into his jacket pocket and revealed two labeled bottles.

"Licorice and Chamomile…the two herbs to stop anything from growing within a woman. One dose of each a day for a week and young Sophie will be able to conceive with her true husband." Dieter boasted and let out a chuckle.

Amon Goeth had allowed a few tears roll down his eyes before confronting the Major with his hurt. His icy eyes started to unleash the anger.

"How can you tell me to forget about her? Did you not love before Inga? I remember a certain little Jewish girl you almost swapped your beliefs for. Ellen Goldstein was her name wasn't it? Instead you married young Inga, hoping you'd forget about your Ellen. You never did."

Major Hellstrom bit down on his lip as he witnessed Amon Goeth slowly tear into a dark secret of his past; if he was going to have his life ruined, Amon did not mind exposing his contemporary's past. With more courage, he continued.

"I can no longer hold her. I loved her then and I will love her forever. Do you not understand? Our walks and our evenings will prove to be non-existent. The only thing that I can share with her…you are so willing to viciously take it away from me."

Amon's cold eyes stared into the Major. He shook himself free and he stood up, glaring at him.

"Dieter you and I were classmates as well as childhood friends. Spare me this one favor. Let my hopes grow so that my beloved may have a happy memory of me. Let this mission be, Dieter."

His eyes begged the Major; there was no response but a cold glance.

"My dear friend, I cannot help you. You see I am a soldier, Amon. I must follow my orders."

Present Day

The memory faded as the shaking Captain sat up against his headboard. Sophie was pregnant; the gossip reached him all the way in his exile. Whether or not the child belonged to him, Amon did not torture himself any more than he needed to. That night he had lost not only his Sophie, but he had lost his friend to Hans.

He gritted his teeth and made a vow to himself that he was never going to love again. The night grew cruel as the soft winds howled and laughed at him. He swung his tired legs over the bed and made his way towards the dresser. His shaking hand reached for the brandy bottle, uncorked it, and the warm liquid made its way down his throat.

Was Sophie happy? The news of how she smiled reminded him cruelly that he was no longer going to be there to witness it. Her golden curls bouncing off of her shoulders were just a faded memory now. The liquor poured into his stomach and his rage increased. No, it was over now. Amon Goeth was dead inside; he no longer gave a damn about the living.

He charged out of his room and ran into his soldiers' quarters. The men were laughing and drinking when they finally saw their commanding officer. His eyes were mad with rage.

"Everybody get up! We have some cleaning to do around here!"