Nightmare

Our relief is short lived. The door swings open behind us, and to our horror, the two soldiers from the market come into the building entrance.

“Unsere freunde sind immer noch hier!" One of them cheers. Our friends are still here. Friend is not the word I would use for them. Sasha and I back our way up the stairs. They follow us.

"Wir können nett spielen… Oder wir können rau spielen.” The other says. We can play nicely, or we can be rough. Sasha and I continue to retreat.

"Nein! Flieht nicht, Ihr Zwei!" The first says, beckoning us not to run from them. "Wir wollen spaß haben!”

"Ich werde den große mädchen ficken!” The one in the back calls out to his buddy, then points to me and laughs. He gives me a look of ravenous, animalistic hunger. A cold chill runs through my body. He just told his friend that he is going to fuck the tall girl… me. They both follow us with fiendish grins as we back down the second floor hallway.

We are reaching the end of the hallway where the apartment door is.

The one coming for me unslings his rifle and carries it across his body before raising it up and aiming it at me. I feel like my heart stops. I keep backing up, shaking in fear as I look down the barrel. When I trip over my own feet and fall to my back, he simply laughs with his buddy before lowering his weapon.

"Kommst du hier!" The other yelps, lunging for Sasha as we run out of space. She shrieks as he grabs her around the shoulders.

"What's going on here?" Sasha's uncle yells as he rushes out of the apartment door. "Let go of her!"

My ears ring from the piercing crack as the one with the rifle nonchalantly shoots Sasha's uncle in the chest. He gasps as he falls to the hard floor, gripping at his wound. Sasha screams. Her uncle writhes on the ground for a moment before his head rolls back and he lies motionless.

The other one merely looks over for a moment before turning his attention back to Sasha. She screams again as he wrestles her to the ground.

The one with the gun turns his attention to me, laughing as he starts to step towards me. He carries his weapon with one hand and begins to undo his shirt's buttons with the other.

"Das ist wo der spaß beginnt!" He says coldly. This is where the fun begins.

I scramble to my feet and run into the apartment. I can hear him chasing me, bearing down on me from behind. He's close enough that I can almost feel his breath.

I rush for the bathroom door and try to slam it behind me, but he beats me to it, wedging his body in between the door and the frame. I fight with everything I have, pushing to keep the door shut and him outside, but he overwhelms me. He swings the door open, throwing me against the wall, before lunging for me again. I duck under his arms and try to slip through the open door, but I'm yanked back as he grips the back of my scarf with his massive fist. It chokes me as I struggle to break free. He rips it off and throws it into a corner.

He grabs my body from behind and slams me into the counter, scattering a variety of household objects across the floor.

“ICH WERDE EIN DEUTSCHES BABY IN DICH STECKEN!” He roars.

I will put a German baby in you.

I will do everything in my power to not let him. I struggle against him as hard as I can but I can feel myself losing. He rips at my coat buttons, grunting like an animal. He's so strong and I can feel what he has in his pants pressing against my ass. He's big. My whole body jerks when I feel his cold mouth against my neck. He digs his fingers into me as he slobbers on my neck with his lips and tongue. He grips me so hard that it hurts.

I try to escape again when he lifts me to pull my coat off. I throw my elbow back into his ribs but it doesn’t affect him. He rips my coat off and throws me against the wall again, before grabbing me by the collar of my dress and holding me out in front of him.

“Das bekommst du, wenn du gegen mich kampfst, Schlampe!” He snarls as he winds up his fist.

I see stars when he swings and connects with the corner of my eye socket. I stumble, my head spinning, but he holds me up to hit me again. This time he punches me in the mouth. I can taste my own blood.

My heart sinks when he grabs me and wrenches me to my back, landing on top of me and pinning me down. He’s so heavy and so strong that I can’t move.

He laughs maniacally “Ich habe dich jetzt!” He says, ripping at my dress. I squirm beneath him, trying to free myself. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get anywhere.

He chuckles in delight as my breasts fall into the open air, before he grasps them painfully with his big, cold hands. I shriek when he puts his disgusting mouth over my nipple and starts slurping. It gives my whole body chills. I shriek again when he bites it, and slobbers his way over to the other. I keep trying to fight him as he attacks my other breast, but it’s the same story. I’m starting to get tired. My muscles ache. I gasp for breath.

He puts his knee on my chest and reaches for his belt. My eyes begin to tear as his stiff, twitching cock pops out of his pants.

He grabs me by the throat and slams me against the ground, tearing at the hem of my dress with his other hand. My arms flail out to the side as I struggle for breath. He pulls my dress up over my legs and grabs the hem of my panties. My hand closes around a pair of scissors.

“Du hast mir einen guten kampf gezeigt.” He says to me with a grin.

I swing my arm with everything I have, every last ounce of strength, burying the scissors into the side of his neck. His eyes widen and he lets go of me immediately, raising his hands to his throat and falling off to the side. I scramble out from under him as he rolls back and forth, **** and bleeding.

I fix my dress, put on my coat, stuff my scarf into my pocket and look down at him. He writhes back and forth, his pants still around his ankles, looking up at me with the most shocked and defeated look I’ve ever seen as he paws at the scissors protruding from his neck.

I’m not a doctor, but I can tell that he is done for. I have killed this man. He knows it, and he can’t believe it. I spit on his face before turning and leaving the room, grabbing his rifle off the ground on my way out.

I look it over as I walk through the apartment. I’ve shot one before, my dad’s. It isn’t that hard. I take a deep breath before stepping into the hallway.

The other one is on top of Sasha. She flails and sobs as she struggles underneath him. I raise the rifle and line the back of his head up before pulling the trigger.