No. Graeber has no idea who that is.

“That’s not Natasha,” Graeber bursts out angrily. “That’s just some stupid fucking girl.”

“What?” Felix sounds completely shocked. “She matches your description and name.”

Graeber could remember Natasha’s face better than Katarzyna’s face easier, and that made him angrier. “Trust me, Felix. I know her face. This isn’t the same girl.” He notices she doesn’t have an army uniform like the other POWs. “What is she anyway?”

“A subhuman,” Felix says.

“No, no. Look at her. She’s just in clothes. Where did you even find her?” Graeber picks up the scruff of her shirt and examines her. She looks 18. He regards her with disgust. “Find her in a school or something?”

“I don’t know. She was with these amateurs when we were out operating. Probably some partisan bitch.”

Graeber pushes her back down and checks the other POWs, all men besides the other, Natasha. He shrugs hopelessly. “I don’t want her. She means nothing to me.”

“Shit,” Felix exhales, his features now in a flush. “We’ll find her.”

“Whatever,” Graeber cupped his hand and breathed into it. The stiffness of cold was lingering in his digits, even in the early stages of Summer. Perhaps leftovers from the winter. “Take care, Felix.”

…

…

Felix stamped over to the pretty Russian girl and grabbed her when the squad started to move again. She’s been quiet ever since getting captured. The only sound the girl made was when he shot the first guy when they stormed that farmhouse. It was a horrible scream, and Felix found it humorous.

He and one other lingered behind the dozen or so Russians as they went back to the lines of their makeshift position held by around 80 or so soldiers and a handful of skirted Panzer IV’s, supported by an SS unit, vetted by a now 2 full years of combat in the East. He filtered in and out as they were processed as prisoners under some Wehrmacht officers, but as the Russians were thrown into a previously secured barn, they became subjects of mercy under the men who caught them.

“Hunde,” one of the Germans slaps one of the prisoners. “Ficker!”

Felix laughed, jabbing another one hard in the ribs with the barrel of his rifle. “Ihr hässlichen kleinen Schweine!”

Another German pulled back. “Er versuchte, meine Waffe zu greifen!” He said with no panic, and then shot one of them in the chest, knocking a hole the size of a grapefruit in the back. The Russian falls, gasping and grasping at his rifle wound. Felix took the moment and shot another one. This time, it was a messy throat hit. He pointed and jeered, explaining that the Russian looked like he was reaching for the pitchfork. The barn erupted in animalistic laughter.

Felix flicked his eyes to the girl and grinned. He licked his lips and signaled for the other Russians to pick up the bodies after waiting for the guy to keel over. It took about 10 minutes.

The 5 Germans had the Russians dig three graves, shooting another one randomly after they finished. The only soldier to remain was Felix, and he made sure the girl was in the back of the line. “Kuh,” he prompted her and shut the door before she could slip inside the barn. “Nicht du.”

“Chto eto takoye?” She panicked when she felt his rugged grip squeeze her shoulder and pull.

“Halt deinen verdammten Mund,” Felix shouted at her. “Fucking mutt!”

The girl ceased her protesting instantly and became small. Felix spun her around to make her face him, and he stepped back to get a better look at her. Lust.

“English?” He heavily accentedly asked. She shook her head. “German?” He hoped but got the same response.

“Come,” he didn’t even have a rifle in his hands, but she got the drift and walked towards him. Felix took her to the woods, his lips drying at the thought of what he wanted.

They got considerably far from the lines but not too far in case someone decided to call for him. He was well within earshot of his unit and infantry support.

“Stop,” Felix said and then shouted when she failed to follow instructions. He spun her around again. He nodded. “Undress.”

“chto?” Natasha asked, angering Felix.

“Off!” He tanked at her blouse. “Take it off!”

Natasha stared at Felix with a quivering lip but knew it wasn’t a good time to hesitate; otherwise, there was no telling how bad things could get if she didn’t follow his orders.

Before long, she’s down to her underwear, and the cool summer morning makes her skin ride with goosebumps. However, that doesn’t detract from the beauty Felix sees in her. He instead desires much more from her. A thrill tickles up his spine, and he shivers, feeling his cock swell until it throbs. He wipes his mouth as he looks around. “Gut…gut…”

Natasha covers herself sheepishly. “What…now?”

He blinks. “Sprechen sie Englisch?”

“No,” she says. “Not well.”

“Shut up then,” he barks. “On your knees!”

Natasha stumbled and reluctantly lowered herself to her knees, using her clothes on the ground as comforters for her knees. Felix is shaking as he watches her going groin level.