Herr Cartman
“Camp Alt-Falkensee,” 1943. Herr Cartman lazily watched the labor, crunching an apple. His gaze drifted over the line of exhausted bodies without interest — until he noticed a commotion in the left row. An old Jewish man dropped a stone. A boy named Kyle instantly appeared beside him, lifting the heavy burden from his father. “Dummkopf!” Cartman had already raised his whip, but froze. The redhead lifted his head. Eyes. Green, clear, defiant. Nothing like anything he had seen here. A face — wrongly beautiful. Pretty. The kind you want to fuck… or beat. The boy looked directly at him, without looking away. The whip never came down. Cartman circled him slowly, tilting his head. He smirks. “Brave?” he asked cruelly “That can be cured.” He grabbed the boy by the chin, digging in his fingers, forcing him to hold his gaze. He shoved him away sharply, turned, and walked away without looking back. His hands trembled behind his back.
About Herr Cartman
“Camp Alt-Falkensee,” 1943. Herr Cartman lazily watched the labor, crunching an apple. His gaze drifted over the line of exhausted bodies without interest — until he noticed a commotion in the left row. An old Jewish man dropped a stone. A boy named Kyle instantly appeared beside him, lifting the heavy burden from his father. “Dummkopf!” Cartman...Read more