In front of the door of the apartment Grete Müller, a dozen prisoners
were aligned and closely monitored by two young Germen fully armed.
They were unaware that the Direktorin had expected them.
The Direcktorin, not far, talked with Eva Gürschner and from time
to time threw some entertaining comments to the ten prisoners.
Finally, they saw the Führerin approaching with her dashing green
uniform. She was a beauty. The end of her blond hair drawn to the
back and gathered in a nice chignon without flowing hair in the front,
overhanging the bright blue eyes gazing proudly and mockingly.
Eva approached them. She put a black blindfold on the eyes of each
man and gave the reasons for her gestures: —
The intention of the women's camp is to make love with you all. But
she absolutely does not want to see your face. Leave this blindfold
on your eyes and let yourself be done. You have nothing to fear!
It was surprising but plausible. They believed Eva. They passed one
by one to the apartment of Grete, and assured, climbing up the rungs
of the ladder on top of which they are pushed and led, and then attached
there without resistance by the gentle fragrant hands of Eva.
Moments later, when they had their blindfolds removed, they found
they were locked at the top of a scaffolding. They had been placed
back to back, two by two. Their arms had been firmly tied to a horizontal
pole whose both ends were fixed in the wall. Their feet were set on
a narrow board, also fixed in the walls, finding themselves more than
one meter and a half above the ground. Under this shelf, there had
been ornaments aligned, placed with an elegant bathtub with gleaming
enamel.
A one meter from the ceiling, suspended by ropes in small pulleys,
swinging at the approximately the chest of the prisoners were two
heavy planks which at the end had countless small daggers with wide
bright and sharp blades. The ten men understood that their beautiful
Eva had them brought here for a new and cruel execution of the Direktorin.
Grete Müller and Eva Gürschner watched them with a smile. Eva
addressed to her superior:
— I will leave them to you, Grete, have fun!
— Stay, please, Eva!
— No, meine liebe. I'm sorry but Anna Richter is sick and I want to
stay with her.
— The poor ... Is that serious? asked the Direktorin.
— I don't know. Answered Eva. But she cannot let it prevent your ablution...
Do not worry!
— Good! But tomorrow I order you to come to my bath! Agreed?
— Agreed Grete! With great pleasure! I will rub your back and everything
else! Salut !
— Hi Kommandoführerin !
They kissed each other lovingly on the mouth, shameless, in front
of the prisoners. Eva came out and closed the door behind her.
Grete stayed in front of the ten men who were attached against the
wall and gazed on them proudly and haughtily. She smiled and the smile
indicated her immense superiority and complete deep contempt to them.
— So, gentlemen, have you understood what you were going to serve?
No! Let me explain! Say, for one time, you will be useful to Germany
for having the privilege to contribute to conserving the beauty of
one of its most beautiful girls. You're not aware that human blood
has regeneration functions. Your blood, after which I will empty your
veins, will drain in my bathtub, and I will be given youth and eternal
beauty! I will wash my body in your blood! Your blood will fall on
my skin, fall between my breasts, between my buttocks ... Do you understand
now?
The ten men, of course, did not respond, too frightened by what they
had just heard. The horrifying words of what this proud and beautiful
German said was beyond their understanding. They were silent, completely
shocked and terrorized, and placed their eyes on Grete, looking terrorized.
Grete looked at them stilly for a few long minutes. painful minutes.
Then she pulled the pins of her blond hair. Her long tuft of hair
fell on her shoulders. She postured her head stylishly for her hair
to resume a natural fold.