How elegant he thought it looked, yet he couldn’t be more wrong for several reasons; like how he had been high on pervitin he snuck in while he labored, and how jagged the pictures looked, also adding the fact he couldn’t control his hands; sometimes dropping his tool and smearing his work, making him throw a minuscule tantrum, but always returning to work.
When he finally finished, he took a moment to admire his work, yet he pouted at the results: smeared, jagged, and dripping from the canvas, as the pervitin began wore off and he began to see how awful his work really was.
Frustration built up in him, kicking his legs and shouting, tears welling up in his eyes as the guard began to walk towards his cell, opening the door and shouting, “Rosenberg! What the hell did you do to yourself?”, and when the guard stared with fury, the Estonian Born man looked at his work: Smeared and jagged lines (meant to represent vines, leaves, and shrubbery) had been carved into his skin while his blood dripped steadily out of the pictures that were everything but attractive.
blindfolded
You made your bed, now you must sleep in it!
Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf
Oh, Kurt, what big eyes you have! – All the better to see you with, said Kurt as he stripped the little lady out of her pretty red dress and feasted his eyes on her delicate frame and rosy flesh.
Oh, Kurt, what big hands you have! – All the better to grab you with, said Kurt and made her feel the weight of his fingers around her throat and between her coyly opening thighs.
Oh, Kurt, what a horribly big mouth you have! – All the better to eat you with, said Kurt with the widest, toothiest grin and he had scarcely finished speaking when he put his big mouth on her wet cunt and ate the poor girl out; as soon as Kurt had appeased his appetite, he climbed into bed, fell asleep, and began to snore very loudly.
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