49 Sandra Bullock (2/2)

However, the mixed blood makes her less than desirable for reeducation.

She will have to serve the motherland of Germany in another way. And to demonstrate the point, the interrogator ties her to the table and proceed to **** her right there and then in front of all his men while laughing.

She screams and fights, but that only turns the man on.

He expresses it very physically.

Once Sandra is beaten and bruised and bleeding, his men take their turn with her abuse, laughing all the way through while she screams and begs for them to stop.

The first few days is horrible as everyone have their turn, either alone or together.

It is only when a new group of people are captured that Sandra manages to have some breathing room and recollects herself from her broken state. She recognizes some of the new people as they are her friends and neighbors in the apartment.

The lovely seventeen years old Chinese girl living in the apartment across from her becomes the next favorite girl. She dies after a few days of extreme penetrations.

One of the men accidently fire his weapon inside her anus.

Her mangled corpse is hung along with the rest of her family of five.

Their bloods constantly pool into the ominous machine, pulsating with energy. A strange bloodstone is harvested once every morning.

Another girl, older replaces that Chinese girl, allowing Sandra to live a little longer.

Even so, every night, Sandra is dragged off into a barn by a bunch of soldiers with the intent to brutally gangrape her just like a moment ago.

Sometimes, they would **** her until morning.

This time, however, it didn't last for more than a couple of hours.

The soldiers have become rather bored of her since she has lost her defiance attitude. It will not be long until they string her up and slit her throat like so many others.

She welcomes it since it would release her from this nightmare.

Sandra drags herself to the corner of the room as both of her legs have stopped working days ago. The pain is still there, but it is no longer excruciating.

In the corner of the barn with dozens of soulless women, she tries to cry herself to sleep.

There are no tears left in her broken body with countless laceration all over it. With broken legs and a useless arm, she is more of a corpse than a living person.

Sandra has prayed every night someone to come and save her from this nightmare.

No one did regardless how much she begs to God.

The person who was nice to her have been flayed alive for being Jewish. His body are sectioned and thrown into the ditch for the bloodthirsty hounds.

She will not pray tonight. And she didn't recall when she has fallen asleep.

Being drags across the bloody ground wakes her up. She stares at the erected pole as her legs is bound tightly. She is string up until her eyes meet the interrogator's.

In his hand is a knife with strange symbols glowing along the blade.

”You will serve the motherland in one way or another, mixed blood.”

The interrogator runs the edge along her once beautiful face, drawing blood. Despite being familiar to pain in this past week, she couldn't stop screaming.

For the first time in days, Sandra can cry. She would have begged, but it would not go anywhere just like countless times before.

All Sandra wishes right now is for the man in front of her to die. She glares at him, cursing him with all her remaining strength as he is about to slit her throat and let her life essence and spirit to condense into a bloodstone.

”Ahhhhhhh!”

The interrogator screams as his body ages rapidly. He drops his weapons and look at his arms before crumpling into dusts.

Sandra blinks as everyone one around her screams in terror.

Their body erupts into mist, scattering in the winds.

Several soldiers shout from on top of the watch out towers as the strange phenomenon is happening everywhere in the concentration camps, but a laser blade pierced through their armor from the back right through the front.

Their body split in half before the blade becomes invisible again. The unseen assassin leaps down the towers and proceeds to slaughter everyone that didn't turn to dust.

”Hello Miss Bullock.”

A familiar voice calls out to her.

Where have she heard it from? It feels like a lifetime ago.

Sandra tries to see who, but the morning lights masks his face on his approach.

Several soldiers nearby try to fire their magic augmented machine gun at him, but their weapon rusts and crumples into metallic powder before they too explode into fine particles.

”I would have said the Calvary have arrived, but you look like you have been through hell.”