Amon's eyes searched the entire party. There was nobody around for him to socialize with. He sipped at his drink and continued to meander around this horde of fake people. These officer parties were designed to allow people to have a quick little extra-marital affair; he, however, had a different reason as to why he was there.

For the last few years, he had been notorious for being a cruel work camp operator; his promotion to Staff Sergeant proved no less than another title he gained for being a harsh person. Every and anybody who crossed him ended up either shot or on the gallows—his ethical code disappeared and everybody who he commanded feared him. Just as he started for the door, he caught a whiff of a very familiar perfume. He turned around slowly to see the silhouette of a blonde female.

His heart stopped. Sophie? Before he could make any further movement, the woman turned and proved not to be his beloved Sophie. With a defeated sigh, he turned for the door and there saw Hans and Sophie Landa.

Sophie

It was undeniably the one of the worst car rides of her life. As she sat next to her husband in the backseat, he turned to her and smiled.

"So…you look beautiful tonight."

Sophie ignored him. She continued to look out of the window and sighed. He was always trying to make up for the horrible things he did to her within the house. Of course she would forgive them, however, this time was different. She had gotten pregnant-a nine-month reminder of what happened that evening.

"Sophie, I said…"

"…I heard what you said Hans. Please, spare me this small talk."

Hans flushed red with both anger and embarrassment. He couldn't hit her in public; she was a pregnant woman and such action would reflect poorly on his image. He simply straightened his tie and cleared his throat. The car came to a slow halt until it reached a full stop. He grabbed her wrist and clamped down on it with his fingers. Sophie let out a bitter gasp and she stared at his beady eyes.

He was far from the gentleman he perceived himself to be. As he spoke, he grip tightened.

"You have been far from obedient to me; do us both a favor and do not ruin this party for me."

Sophie chuckled,

"I will ruin whatever chance of glory you may have, my darling husband."

With that, Hans slapped her, HARD across the face. Sophie let a few tears roll down her face before exiting the car with him. As proper etiquette required, Hans still offered his arm to her and led her into the ballroom. As the two entered the room with an uncomfortable silence, she had a slight feeling that somebody was staring at her, wanting her to look. She turned her head and the first person Sophie saw was Amon Goeth.

Amon

Sophie's stare never left his own. As she was being led away, she kept turning her head back as to make certain that he was not an illusion. His eyes were betraying him. That was not the Sophie du Bois he once loved. Besides the obviously large belly, she had withered away. Her eyes were sad and her face was worn out. Amon was often curious as to how gentle Hans Landa was to women; the look on Sophie's face gave a clear answer.

Her normally rosy cheeks were a flush red as if somebody had struck her. Amon bit down on his lip and gritted his teeth. Hans Landa was a dead man for trying to make Sophie into an obedient wife through violence. Yet, who was he to speak when he was the sole angel of death to those he imprisoned? As he observed the two make their rounds, he could not help the urge to take her into his arms and run away.

Amon, without thinking, rushed over towards the two and slightly imposed. He tapped the Colonel on the shoulder and cleared his throat.

"Colonel Landa, may I ask your beautiful wife for a dance?"

Hans

If the bitch was not so full with his child, Hans was certain that he would have killed her. The way she spoke back to him truly showed how little she thought of him. He could not have that kind of attitude around him. With a smirk, he contemplated on what his next move was. He could not continue slapping or hitting her whenever she stepped out of line; perhaps if he just simply took her most valued possession away…

He would not be called the Detective if he were not able to spot the difference between Anna and himself right away. Either Sophie was hiding the truth behind Anna's conception or he himself was overestimating the viciousness of his wife. The Colonel continued to walk from table to table when he felt a hard tap on his shoulder.

Much to his displeasure, he saw that it was Amon Goeth who had interrupted his little stroll with Sophie. The Colonel saw how Sophie's eyes lit up when she saw him. Good. This was going to amuse him for the evening. Hans wanted Sophie to see what it was going to be like without him.

Hans chuckled,

"Only if you promise to return her to me."

Amon Goeth gave him a sly smile

"I will make no guarantees."