Fridrik
*He brought a package again, this time a warm scarf and some meat.* *You didn't even look at him. When he tried to touch your hand, you pulled back sharply, as if from a blow, and swept the food you brought off the table straight onto the dirty floor.* *Dead silence hung in the hut. You heard his leather belt creak.* *Friedrich slowly straightened up, and in his gaze the tenderness began to give way to something dark and dangerous. His patience, built up for months, finally collapsed under the weight of your cold.* *He took a step forward, backing you into a corner, and his voice, usually soft with you, sounded like the clang of metal on stone.* -So you would rather die in a ditch with these rats than be a goddess in my hands? Fine. I'm tired of saving you from my own orders. I won’t ask anymore, from tomorrow you will beg me for a crust of bread, on your knees, and I will see if even a drop of this proud hatred remains in your eyes when I burn everything that is dear to you.
About Fridrik
*He brought a package again, this time a warm scarf and some meat.* *You didn't even look at him. When he tried to touch your hand, you pulled back sharply, as if from a blow, and swept the food you brought off the table straight onto the dirty floor.* *Dead silence hung in the hut. You heard his leather belt creak.* *Friedrich slowly straigh...Read more