Chapter Three: BEEF ROULADE

Hannele arrived home after spending the afternoon with Budo.

To her surprise, there was a red dress with white daisy prints laid on her bed, beside it was a black thigh-high pantyhose and on the floor below the dress was a pair of black high-heeled shoes as she entered her room.

Her mother instantly knocked on the door when the word got to her that Hannele was home from the camp.

"I prepared this for you, my dear," Editha said entering her daughter's room in excitement.

"You didn't have to, I figured I'm not going anyway," she said, laying down pushing the dress to the side of the bed.

"Hannele obey your father at once so he can stop blubbering about Mikhail."

"I promise as soon as we get to Germany, you'll be free as a bird. I'm your mother. I want you to marry the man you love."

"Please my dear just this once I ask of you." Her mother sat down and held her daughter's hand.

"That's a promise I'll remember mother," she stood up.

"Go on, my dear. Get ready. The old man will be here in an hour." Her mom chuckled.

The girl finally gave in. She then took a shower, had her makeup done, and curled her hair.

An hour had passed, finally, Mikhail made an appearance on his black Volkswagen Kübelwagen.

Editha went to her daughter's room to inform her that her suitor had already arrived and she found her daughter laying downhearted on the bed.

"I'm sorry, my dear, your father left me with no other choice."

"You know how important politics and power to your father is." Editha kissed her daughter on the cheek.

"What you're doing is for the country". Her mother added

She still couldn't understand why her mother believed in those propaganda shit of Hitler's. It was as if everyone around her was blinded by power.

Not saying a word, she stood up and grabbed her silver purse placed on the nightstand. She went downstairs together with her mother and bid her parents goodbye as she rode Mikhail's car.

They drove about two miles from the Wagner's residence to the camp.

Mikhail kept on looking at her while they were in the car and suddenly he caressed Hannele's thighs which made the young girl very uncomfortable.

"Mikhail, stop! Or I'll jump out of this car this instance." Hannele warned Mikhail.

"Eyes on the road, Mikhail! Jeez, you're gonna get us killed." She added. 

The man just smiled and didn't say a word.

They finally arrived at the camp after almost a twenty-minute ride.

Ten chairs formed as a circle facing outwards greeted them as if they were going to play a parlor game.

The scene was well lighted with two spotlights focusing on the chairs

There were about twenty soldiers waiting for them, seated on a long table as if they were waiting for a football game to begin.

"What's going on?"

"Answer me, Mikhail!" Hannele protested.

Without a word, Mikhail dragged her to the table where two chairs in the middle were pre-arranged for them.

"I introduce you to my future wife!" Mikhail raised a toast on his right hand and raised Hannele's hand on the other.

"Heil, Hitler!" He Shouted

"Heil, Hitler!" The troops whistled and applauded him. Hannele let out a silent weep nodding her head.

"Let the entertainment begin" Mikhail ordered as they were being seated.

Two soldiers went upfront with a hammer on each hand. Eleven prisoners, all men, were escorted to the middle.

"Misik spielen," he ordered a little girl behind them to start her violin.

As the child started playing, the men started walking around the chairs.

"WHA-WHAT is this?! Have you all lost your minds? Stop it, stop this instance!" Hannele stood up and shouted.

Mikhail grabbed her wrist with all his force and pulled her down to be seated.

"I make the rules around here. Now, shut up or I'll dress you up as a little jew girl and have you join them." Mikhail whispered.

"Schneller!" Mikhail ordered the child to play the music faster. 

"Lauf!" He ordered the men to run.

"Run for your lives, you fool!" He laughed.

"hör auf mit der Musik," (Stop the music) He commanded.

The prisoners began to panic looking for a chair they could sit on causing complete chaos in the room. There were not enough chairs, everyone was battling to live. The last man left standing was struck by a hammer in the head by one of the soldiers until his skull was completely crushed, blood and parts of his brain splattered all over.

Nazi soldiers cheered and celebrated their first kill.

As the music continued so were the brutal killings happening in front of them.

Soldiers were served Beef Roulade for their main course, a traditional German dish featuring long, thin strips of meat slathered with mustard and filled with bacon, onions, and pickles.

"Please excuse me Mikhail, I have lost my appetite". The girl threw her napkin on the table and stood up.

Mikhail, too amused by the game, didn't care to hear her out.

Hannele started walking opposite the direction of the party. She just wanted to get the hell out of there, the camp was a total ghost town at night everyone was in their quarters. All she could hear was the sound of the violin playing from afar.

Three minutes into walking her feet were killing her. She stopped and decided to sit on a nearby bench.

She looked up admiring the stars as she stretched her neck. She felt discomfort on her left shoulder; it was probably from Mikhail pulling her hard earlier. She then massaged her left shoulder and stretched her neck and suddenly a man grabbed her from behind.

"There's no escaping Hannele, you're mine". Mikhail whispered, pressing a handkerchief soaked in chloroform and alcohol against her mouth before she could even shout.

Hannele tried to fight back, however, in just a couple of seconds, she got knocked out. He carried the young girl on his shoulders and walked towards his quarters.

When they got inside his room. He laid her down on his bed tying both her hands together on the headboard. Aldous then undressed the unconscious girl and began to sexually violate her.

He had too much to drink that night, after he raped Hannele he immediately fell asleep.

Thirty minutes had passed since she got knocked out and she finally regained consciousness. She found herself completely naked beside Mikhail who was now snoring loudly.

Hannele paused for a second and gathered her thoughts analyzing what had happened.

There was no time to cry and so she stood up not making a single sound, grabbed the handkerchief on the floor, and searched the room for the chloroform and alcohol that was used to knock her down.

She found the bottles inside the medicine cabinet in his bathroom and poured a generous amount on the handkerchief.

She went towards Mikhail who was still in his slumber and pressed it against his nose as hard as she could which immediately stopped his annoying snores.

His eyes opened and he started kicking on the bed. He then pissed on himself and passed out.

"You deserve to die," Hannele whispered in his unconscious body.

Once she was sure the man had fainted, she then grabbed her purse by the nightstand, took her swiss knife, and slashed Mikhail's throat. Her face was covered in blood from the splatter so were the bedsheets.

She then grabbed his cold body by the feet and dragged it on the wooden floor. She searched the room looking for a tool, a knife, a saw, or anything she can use to dismember his body.

Hannele arrived home after spending the afternoon with Budo.

To her surprise, there was a red dress with white daisy prints laid on her bed, beside it was a black thigh-high pantyhose and on the floor below the dress was a pair of black high-heeled shoes as she entered her room.

Her mother instantly knocked on the door when the word got to her that Hannele was home from the camp.

"I prepared this for you, my dear," Editha said entering her daughter's room in excitement.

"You didn't have to, I figured I'm not going anyway," she said, laying down pushing the dress to the side of the bed.

"Hannele obey your father at once so he can stop blubbering about Mikhail."

"I promise as soon as we get to Germany, you'll be free as a bird. I'm your mother. I want you to marry the man you love."

"Please my dear just this once I ask of you." Her mother sat down and held her daughter's hand.

"That's a promise I'll remember mother," she stood up.

"Go on, my dear. Get ready. The old man will be here in an hour." Her mom chuckled.

The girl finally gave in. She then took a shower, had her makeup done, and curled her hair.

An hour had passed, finally, Mikhail made an appearance on his black Volkswagen Kübelwagen.

Editha went to her daughter's room to inform her that her suitor had already arrived and she found her daughter laying downhearted on the bed.

"I'm sorry, my dear, your father left me with no other choice."

"You know how important politics and power to your father is." Editha kissed her daughter on the cheek.

"What you're doing is for the country". Her mother added

She still couldn't understand why her mother believed in those propaganda shit of Hitler's. It was as if everyone around her was blinded by power.

Not saying a word, she stood up and grabbed her silver purse placed on the nightstand. She went downstairs together with her mother and bid her parents goodbye as she rode Mikhail's car.

They drove about two miles from the Wagner's residence to the camp.

Mikhail kept on looking at her while they were in the car and suddenly he caressed Hannele's thighs which made the young girl very uncomfortable.

"Mikhail, stop! Or I'll jump out of this car this instance." Hannele warned Mikhail.

"Eyes on the road, Mikhail! Jeez, you're gonna get us killed." She added. 

The man just smiled and didn't say a word.

They finally arrived at the camp after almost a twenty-minute ride.

Ten chairs formed as a circle facing outwards greeted them as if they were going to play a parlor game.

The scene was well lighted with two spotlights focusing on the chairs

There were about twenty soldiers waiting for them, seated on a long table as if they were waiting for a football game to begin.

"What's going on?"

"Answer me, Mikhail!" Hannele protested.

Without a word, Mikhail dragged her to the table where two chairs in the middle were pre-arranged for them.

"I introduce you to my future wife!" Mikhail raised a toast on his right hand and raised Hannele's hand on the other.

"Heil, Hitler!" He Shouted

"Heil, Hitler!" The troops whistled and applauded him. Hannele let out a silent weep nodding her head.

"Let the entertainment begin" Mikhail ordered as they were being seated.

Two soldiers went upfront with a hammer on each hand. Eleven prisoners, all men, were escorted to the middle.

"Misik spielen," he ordered a little girl behind them to start her violin.

As the child started playing, the men started walking around the chairs.

"WHA-WHAT is this?! Have you all lost your minds? Stop it, stop this instance!" Hannele stood up and shouted.

Mikhail grabbed her wrist with all his force and pulled her down to be seated.

"I make the rules around here. Now, shut up or I'll dress you up as a little jew girl and have you join them." Mikhail whispered.

"Schneller!" Mikhail ordered the child to play the music faster. 

"Lauf!" He ordered the men to run.

"Run for your lives, you fool!" He laughed.

"hör auf mit der Musik," (Stop the music) He commanded.

The prisoners began to panic looking for a chair they could sit on causing complete chaos in the room. There were not enough chairs, everyone was battling to live. The last man left standing was struck by a hammer in the head by one of the soldiers until his skull was completely crushed, blood and parts of his brain splattered all over.

Nazi soldiers cheered and celebrated their first kill.

As the music continued so were the brutal killings happening in front of them.

Soldiers were served Beef Roulade for their main course, a traditional German dish featuring long, thin strips of meat slathered with mustard and filled with bacon, onions, and pickles.

"Please excuse me, Mikhail I have lost my appetite". The girl threw her napkin on the table and stood up.

Mikhail, too amused by the game, didn't care to hear her out.

Hannele started walking opposite the direction of the party. She just wanted to get the hell out of there, the camp was a total ghost town at night everyone was in their quarters. All she could hear was the sound of the violin playing from afar.

Three minutes into walking her feet were killing her. She stopped and decided to sit on a nearby bench.

She looked up admiring the stars as she stretched her neck. She felt discomfort on her left shoulder; it was probably from Mikhail pulling her hard earlier. She then massaged her left shoulder and stretched her neck and suddenly a man grabbed her from behind.

"There's no escaping Hannele, you're mine". Mikhail whispered, pressing a handkerchief soaked in chloroform and alcohol against her mouth before she could even shout.

Hannele tried to fight back, however, in just a couple of seconds, she got knocked out. He carried the young girl on his shoulders and walked towards his quarters.

When they got inside his room. He laid her down on his bed tying both her hands together on the headboard. Aldous then undressed the unconscious girl and began to sexually violate her.

He had too much to drink that night, after he raped Hannele he immediately fell asleep.

Thirty minutes had passed since she got knocked out and she finally regained consciousness. She found herself completely naked beside Mikhail who was now snoring loudly.

Hannele paused for a second and gathered her thoughts analyzing what had happened.

There was no time to cry and so she stood up not making a single sound, grabbed the handkerchief on the floor, and searched the room for the chloroform and alcohol that was used to knock her down.

She found the bottles inside the medicine cabinet in his bathroom and poured a generous amount on the handkerchief.

She went towards Mikhail who was still in his slumber and pressed it against his nose as hard as she could which immediately stopped his annoying snores.

His eyes opened and he started kicking on the bed. He then pissed on himself and passed out.

"You deserve to die," Hannele whispered in his unconscious body.

Once she was sure the man had fainted, she then grabbed her purse by the nightstand, took her swiss knife, and slashed Mikhail's throat. Her face was covered in blood from the splatter so were the bedsheets.

She then grabbed his cold body by the feet and dragged it on the wooden floor. She searched the room looking for a tool, a knife, a saw, or anything she can use to dismember his body.