Hello, friends who accompanying the translated version of "The Labyrinth." Finally give Chapter 15 translated. I know I made many grammatical errors, but I believe that is still a little better than the google translator. Soon translate chapter 16.

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The rain noise falling outside, mixed with the distressing sound of the wind that blows out there, like a sad lament through the window cracks, makes me to wake up and get out of the trance in which I had plunged after the last confrontation I had with him. Still I don't know how long I stayed there, engrossed in my anger, but I think it was a long time, because I see is some clarity out there. I return my eyes towards the small basement window and watch the raindrops makes its way through the window, dirty by the lack of cleanliness.

- Maybe it's dawn. - I think.

I try to move me again and realize how much my right ankle hurts. I make a brusque movement to force my body to answer my commands and I notice that my ankle is very swollen. My dress is still wet and quite cold now. Running my hands through my wet hair I can take leaves and small branches that still stuck there. In addition, I also realize in my arms and legs the bruises and abrasions burned, caused by being dragged as I was.

My first thought is something so banal, but, given the new conditions of my captivity, I know I cannot do.

- I need a hot bath! – I deep sigh, almost resigned to it being a thought that I blurt out loud. After all, now I know that if I am in a seemingly faithful replica of what was my prison in Plaszow, certainly hot water is a luxury that I won't have down here.

With this in mind, I make a very great strength and stand up. I'll support me on the bed and then in a cabinet used to store the few objects arranged there. Hopping on one foot, I approach a kind of shelf, where in my time as his maid, I kept my few possessions. Afraid of what I know I'll find it, pull away the little curtain that served as a door to the cabinet and then I give a deep and painful dive into my most intimate memories.

The abandonment and sadness I feel at this moment is so hard to describe that I feel like I had fallen by choice into an abyss. I note the glass with a small (but new) toothbrush and toothpaste, arranged next to a small face towel. I see another towel; hairbrush, apparently well worn over and two very similar loops with which I used to try to keep my hair in place... It's all so surreal that I don't even know if what I'm living now is reality or even part of the collection of nightmares that accompany me all those years. What I see, here in front of me, is a kind of macabre shrine in my own honour. I'm in front of my old haunts again.

Exhausted but still very alert, I go back to look at these objects and feel my whole body shaking. I observe the floor and see at my disposal a pair of shoes similar to those I used with my maids uniform. I see these shoes are brand new, unlike the tabs, towel and the hairbrush. This makes my heart speed up, because I notice there is still something missing to my nightmare becomes complete. I look around until I see a white big paper box, like an elegant and beautiful dress box. The box is on the shelf, a replica that Kommandant's once threw me on that terrible night when he touched me inappropriately and hit me in a coward and cruel way. When looking at the shelf, I didn't stop notice even the empty jars of preserves and jellies were there as witnesses of a period I thought I had conditions to forget.

While I get close to the box, my heart is pounding and I feel a sweat even colder than my wet clothes, dripping profusely down my back. I pull the shelf box, put it on the narrow bed and, terrified by the certainty to know what I'll find there, open the box with very shaky hands and felt my heart beaten ever faster. Wrapped in tissue paper, I found the maid's uniform, complete, including the apron! Despite knowing what I would find, the certainty of the shock is inevitable.

- Oh, God, help me! - Exclaim aloud, terrified of what I just found.

See this dress again makes my will to live simply disappear. So many terrible and melancholy memories this dress leads that I'm watching it for a long time. Worsening feeling when finally I gather courage, shoot the box and examine it. Seeing some very discrete patches, I recognize the same dress I took in a hurry to put the rags that were truly mine and go with the other Jews herded by Schindler, when the Plaszow camp was to be disabled and I could at last start believing in my own salvation.

When I left the dress behind, I didn't want anything related to the life that I took, to the life I wanted to lead after the war. Even without the apron dress could go through a common costume and that was my best clothes at the time, leaving him behind was like a declaration of independence for me. It was one of the few acts of courage and defiance I had at that time. I didn't want to use it anymore. I wouldn't ever wear a dress like that. Of course, I might even come to work as a maid in some residence after the war, after all, was the only skill I developed in the camp, but as I didn't know what the future would book for me to leave that dress back, I, in a very symbolic and particular way, was despising all that the dress had played in my life. And seeing it again, makes me sure that it is the same dress just ended up with all hopes and courage I had had.

- This monster had time and will to come and get an old dress abandoned in the villa's basement? This rhetorical question makes me feel all the force of his obsession for me. This love he says feel befalls me as a punishment, with even greater intensity than the slaps he gave me to shut me here... My blood runs away from my face again and I know I lose awareness...

I wake up again hours later, at least is the impression I have because of the diffuse light of the basement. Except this time I'm not in the narrow bed, I'm in the basement floor and feel the cold, humidity and hardness background of my dungeon compress my wound skin and my bones.

This time I feel so cold that my jaw hit uncontrollably, following the tremors I feel in the rest of my body. I see my hands still holding the bloody maid dress. I left it to the ground and do again a lot of strength to get up there. I need to undress, fill the tub of water and take a shower, although cold, to try to lower the fever I'm certainly feeling at that time. But my ankle is hurting too and I have no strength to stand.

Very slowly, I drag myself through the basement. The situation is so humiliating that I can not stop thinking about how close I am a worm now, dragging me with difficulty in the icy ground while I fight against the tremors that invade my body and makes me feel waves of heat and cold, almost simultaneously.

- God forbid him to see me like this. - I think, as I approach to the corner of the basement that I used as a toilet.

The rain still punishes the small basement window and the wind is so strong that I feel the drops of rain coming from there reach hard in my face. I'm so cold, so cold that all I want is to fill the water tank and take a cold shower to try to quell the fever. With much effort, I can open the tap and, voilà; ice-cold water fills a small tub. I gather the rest of forces that I still have and enter the tub. The water contact with my warm and even cold body, due to the fever and malaise makes me feel a kind of shock and release a completely unexpected yell.

- Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Immediately after the scream, I cover my mouth and bite my lips, desperate to have reached this extreme yell and I'm very afraid that he listened to me. Despite the fever and body pain I'm feeling, I can use soap and rub my body with force in an attempt to sanitize the wounds and keep my body warm, because I cannot weaken me to the point of getting an infection.

- Now the bastard will let me die here!

I wash my hair with soap and finish the bath, which resembles a torture session. But, oddly enough, I feel better after washing me. I get out of completely exhausted and try to keep standing up, leaning on the little furniture in the basement. Reach the bath towel and, with great effort, wipe my body. There's no dry clean or nothing here to wear in addition to the poor underwear and the maid's dress. It is what I have and, therefore, totally against my will, I'm dress like this, like the Helen of 11 years ago. The only part of my straitjacket that I won't wear is the apron. God, how I feel humiliated by having to go back to wear this! It's a huge setback in my life… Sudden I feel a terrible seasickness, and I submit myself to the small toilet and vomit all my anguish!

As I go back to bed and try to cover me with a blanket, I hear a noise coming from the top of the stairs. Terrified, pull the sheet enough to cover my head, in a pale attempt to protect me from whatever it may be. I hear a loud noise of something being dragged inside, but don't understand, because the door still seems to be closed. After this noise, silence is not absolute because I hear the rain that still punishes Vienna and also the strong breathy sound of my own breathing.

The silence is so heavy that finally made my curiosity prevailed. Pulled back the top sheet of my head and, once again making a superhuman strength, I will support me in all I encounter along the way to get close to the stairs. As the light is off and had little clarity out there, I try to hold switch to turn on the light. Groping the cold wall slowly, I'm afraid that my hands find a spider or even the Kommandant himself, until my fingers hit the old switch. The light finally turns and I see that at the top of the stairs has a tray with a plate of food and a glazed mug.

Sitting, I climb the steps one by one, it's the only way I found to ascend the stairs without hurting myself or fall. The impression I have is that it took me forever to climb the stairs and as soon as I reach the top, I see a very thin potatoes soup and an enamelled mug full of water. That's all! The food portion is so little that not a slice of bread to which I was entitled as a prisoner in Plaszow is present in this dish.

Then it will be so! I'll go back to eating the feed prisoners and I will die closed here and no one knows what happened to me! - I think, still very angry at my fate and the promise fulfilled for him.

I feel so sorry for myself that I have no desire to eat. My real desire is to hunger or fever weaken me until my final breath, because I don't want to be stuck here in this basement that smells of mold, slime and bad memories. My heart is empty of hope, empty of comfort or anything that might give me strength and keep me steady.

I look at the food dish and a push all over the stairs.

- Enough, I'll speed up the process! If he wants to kill me, so I'll make things easier for him. I won't eat anything, I won't drink anything, and I'll lie down and wait for the fate takes care of my end. I quit!

After this gloomy thought, I go down, still sitting, step-by-step. However, on the stairs, I give up trying to protect myself and get up.

- I'm going down on foot, with dignity!

By taking the first step, still against the wall's basement, I carelessness and slip down the stairs. Luckily, not twist or break anything, just feel my body being invaded by an absurd pain, which is not only higher than the hatred I feel for Amon Goeth again have come into my life and made such damage. Perplexed, frightened, confused, and especially scared, crying with the rest of forces that I still have:

- Damn you, Amon Goeth! Curse you! Can you hear me? I hate you! I haaaaaaate you! - Cry hard.

I know he won't hear me, it's as if I were inside a well or a tomb. But screaming my hate so intensely gave me some relief. And again I do more strength to drag myself to bed. With pain and feeling very cold again, I pull the sheet and the thin blanket and try to warm my body and my soul, until I go into a kind of deep, dreamless sleep, as before, during the almost three years that I lived in Plaszow. In the silence of that basement, my only witness is the strong and pitiless rain that falls on that castle of horrors...

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