Chapter Thirteen
Redemption Song

With that question in mind, the Nazi grabbed her elbow, twisted it hard so she'd not aim the gun anyway near him. Due to the sharp pain, she was forced to drop it. He caught the gun like a professional. She yanked herself away from him, but he kept his grip on her tight.

In her disoriented and shocked mind, she had thought she had a chance to make a run for it. She now regretted her stupid and impulsive move to try and shoot the Nazi.

He started pulling her with him. She was forced to take a step forward, then another.

"Let me go, you animal! Let...go..."

He was one of them. He belonged to the kind that was capable of killing in such torturous ways. She was alarmed, more than ever, because he wasn't releasing her and forcing her toward the bed. She gasped when he pushed her down hard, which forced her knees to come in touch with the hard edge of the bed frame. She fell on her stomach and felt how both her hard were brought behind her on her back. When she glanced back, she noticed a piece of rope in his hand.

"No, no, no, no! Not again!"

She forced herself on her back and kicked him on his chest with both her feet. Alice saw a piece of moonlight on the Nazi's face. His green eyes were set in a glare, obviously at her. He took hold of her hands again and tied her wrist behind her back. She was pulling, pushing and writhing around, but all to no avail. It was a rope of about two yards tall, Alice noticed when she tried to pull it out of his hand. He was quicker. In a speed Alice did not know was possible, he had tied the other end on the bed post which he'd thrown her on.

"NO!" she screamed, uncontrollably and for at least a full ten seconds.

She did not care for the dryness in her throat. At the same time, she pulled hard against the rope. If she was strong enough, perhaps the bedpost would break. It was only made out of wood after all. She also tried to untie the bit on her wrist, but it was a tight knot. Without seeing what she was doing, it was mighty difficult to free herself.

Her screaming stopped when he shoved a cloth in her mouth and placed another piece of rope around her mouth, tying it behind her head. Alice gasped through her mouth, momentarily choking. She stared at him with large, frightened eyes. She couldn't make out his face, but his frame left the bed.

"Ich komm zuruck in fünf Minuten, okay?" he snapped in a pissed of voice.

In her now weakened position, her eyes gathered tears. She saw him take his backpack and disappear behind that horrible door. It was the one that lead to the bathroom. Why would he willingly go in there? She listened closely and to her disgust, he'd gone to take a shower in the room of death, leaving her on a bedpost, tied and forced to stay quiet.

As if Alice would ever stay quiet. She was squealing and making throaty noises as much as she could. He wanted silence so she would do the opposite. She felt around with her fingers again. The knot was tight and it was impossible to get it loose. Her fingernails broke and she was positive her fingers were bleeding, but for once she did not care for acting so carelessly. She would do anything in her power to get free. While her fingers worked, her eyes searched in the darkness to see if there was anything, anything at all, which she could use.

Alice's eyes snapped to the door, because it was moving. She instantly became quiet and stopped moving. Her mind said that either salvation or something much worse was coming inside. Three men burst in with their guns pointed at her. Alice shrunk away once she saw that they wore the wrong emblem on their coat. She screeched, but the rope and her filled mouth didn't allow much noise to come out. But by God, she let out all she had, banging on the wall, hoping the other Nazi would hear.

They laughed when they saw she was an American. She should have never taken off the other coat. Two of them went to her with purpose. They yanked off her shoes and her socks. Their next movement was at her pants as they untied it. Alice kicked and trashed, while horrified tears escaped from her eyes.

"Wer ist da?" the third asked.

Alice tried to look back but she couldn't see anything. She hoped the Nazi would win this battle. Even if it was three against one. Even if he was in fact a Nazi himself. She hoped he would save her again, like he did last time.

One of her feet came in contact with one of the Nazi's faces. She was delighted, but that lasted as shortly as it came, when he brought his fist to her nose, effectively and immediately shattering it. The pain blinded her and she was nauseated for the fact that she couldn't scream out in pain. The relief of gasping and yelling when in pain was taking from her by that Adam Nazi. She felt hot liquid that was her blood flow out nose. It ran down her cheeks to her ears. She was having trouble breathing with the extra moisture in her nose. She kicked again, but to no avail and when one of them ripped her jeans open and pulled them off her legs, her entire body jerked when a shot deafened her momentarily. Someone had fired his gun.

A second shot rang through the air. The men above her laughed and Alice felt herself die a little. She couldn't be bothered to see who died, because she already knew who was the unfortunate one. The men on top of her laughed, because the third one had managed to kill the Adam Nazi inside the bathroom.

As her God had done before, save her, she prayed again, more and harder than ever.

It was all she had left, her prayers.