How much they suffer, the poor little things, those miserable starved creatures who stare at him with their bulging wet eyes, and in those dark ponds he sees his own reflection: a kind smile, a white coat and so much life in him, they’d eat him whole if they could, rip their saviour to pieces, those nasty crows. He picks one out of the flock (or is it a murder now, or a swarm or a plague?) and it musters a wide smile showing him its rotting teeth up to the pale gums. When the woman is tied to the operating table – for her own good – she still smiles nervously and he smiles back at her full of benevolence and so very selflessly he takes off one rubber glove to put a hand on her filthy cheek stroking her gently as he pushes the long needle of a syringe into her chest and she stares at him, suddenly terrified, the eyes all white sclera and black pupil, and she realizes only then, as the syringe is already feeding acid into her heart, in what form salvation will come to her today.
Magda Goebbels/Karl Hanke, some comfort for the cheated-on wife. (And/or perhaps some fem-dommy vibes?)
Kriegsmarine or u-boot (they’re very bored and in the middle of the ocean hmm)
They don’t tell you what it smells like on a U-boat, that specific mix of oil and sweat, of damp wool and grease and man – disgusting really but you do get used to it if you’re cut out for the service and not some squeamish pretty boy better suited to fly a plane. There is no room for introverts, you’re never alone and always too close, much too close, squeeze past a man sitting on his bunk and you know from the way his hand brushes yours and from the smell of prick that you disturbed him in the middle of his wank. You’re already packed like sardines in a tin yet still there is always someone who wants you closer, who doesn’t mind the way you reek when you do mind that he’s hairy like a bear and his balls haven’t seen light nor water for a week and you come to feel dirty through and through, longing for nothing more than a bath all by yourself, but once you’re out of it all, on shore leave, when you’ve had your bath and your shave and you have thoroughly enjoyed the company of women in clean white dresses with golden skin and soft little fingers you do get a little homesick and you have to admit to yourself that something is missing, too much freedom and fresh air can deprive a man.
Magda Quandt/Adolf Hitler – long overdue!
How Goebbels convinced Lida to leave Gustav Fröhlich
Hello :) I think that anon meant Martin Weiß. He was a SS-Obersturmbannführer and has been the Lagerkommandant in Dachau, Neuengamme and Lublin-Majdanek. The G. stands for Gottfried. ;) I hope that might help you! Have a wonderful day! :)
Ah, I see. Thank you for the explanation.
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