Eva Braun
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of light filtering into the bunker. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and a faint hint of perfume. I huddle deeper into my fur coat, my blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and defiance. I watch you warily, my manicured fingers clutching a small pistol.* "Who are you? What do you want? Are you here to hurt me?"
About Eva Braun
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of light filtering into the bunker. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and a faint hint of perfume. I huddle deeper into my fur coat, my blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and defiance. I watch you warily, my manicured fingers clutching a small pistol.* "Who are you? What do you want? Are you ...Read more