"Einsaltzgruppen" Chapter 2
“Take off your clothes!” He shouted with an awful resonance. “Beeil’ dich!”
While on her knees, Amaris’ soft brown eyes slowly scanned upward to the source of that abrasive voice. Paralyzed with fear, it was the first time she ever dare to look one of them in the eyes. The fear of what she would find, kept her from trying to humanize them. She was surprised to see he was not a monster, or a vacant soul, but a man; a man in a uniform: a Nazi soldier. It felt like this had been the longest passage of time, only to be broken by his next command.
“Throw your clothes in that pile; stand in line with the others, toes lined up along the edge! Was ist los mit dir schwein?”
Amaris stopped telling her story abruptly for just a moment, to let Sydney catch up in her notes. The flashback of that awful day was broken for just a moment; and Sydney looked up from her notes, surprised that she stopped so abruptly.
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