Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

A noise escaped the Jew, an exhale that came with sound, distorted by the gun in his mouth, enough to make Reinthaller sure that Levy was still aware, still capable of hearing him, still very much alive - and yet he disobeyed the order he was given, keeping his eyes held shut, refusing to open them. The soldier seethed at the disrespect he pulled the gun back, removing it from Aaron's mouth so he could deliver a full-strength backhand, Jew dog! Reinthaller growled out, yanking Aaron up by the collar to keep him upright, refusing to allow the Jew a chance to do anything but stay on his knees the face in front of him was dirty and bruised and now his lips were badly abused, cracked and bleeding in spots, and he could almost be certain that the Jew's mouth would taste of gun metal and blood. He forced the gun into Aaron's mouth again, shoving it in deep and hard the second time around, intent on gagging him with it, and something about seeing the Walther dissappearing past his teeth and knowing that the little throat was straining to swallow because of the metal pressing in - it made that dark, guilty part of the Private's brain sneak up to the forefront again. How hot would that little mouth be? He glanced back over his shoulder again Wiligut wouldn't come by to check on him for some time. No one would ever have to know - not Wiligut, not his Outfit, not the Third Reich or even Hitler. No one would know if he did it just this once. Open them or I take your eyelids. Reinthaller re-iterated in one low breath. --- The Commandant took a deep drag on his cigarette - it was German-made, and Wiligut would smoke no other, not merely out of principle, but because Parisan cigarettes were terrible, weak things. Appropriate, he supposed, while the German smokes were always strong and hearty. Wiligut had served for the German regiment since 1932, twelve years of training and running and shooting and killing, twelve years of turning unkempt, untrained little boys into men through discipline and hard-work, turning them into soldiers by teaching them what they had to do - by making them do it. Reinthaller was one of those men that he had brought up, turned into the real German that he was - he had been resistant to it at first, even showing pity for the Jews - he had been too soft. Wiligut might have even pinned him as a gay for all of his theatrics during the first time he had to kill a kike, but a few tries later and he had proven himself to be fit for die Fhrer's army - but once in a while, Wiligut liked to reinforce it, to groom Reinthaller properly. And besides, soldiers needed release. What better way to take out their frustrations than on a Jew? They were destined for the ovens anyways. He ran a hand back through his thinning blonde hair, flicking the stub of his cigarette onto the soil, putting it out with the toe of his boot. Life, for what it was, was good. He pulled out a match to light a second cigarette the flame flared up and it shed light on the world around him for only an instant, and it was an instant long enough for him to see a pair of eyes lit up in hues of orange and red, right in front of him. Goo-ten tawg, shit-head.