Rebecca couldn’t believe her eyes, after all these years, he was still alive. A shudder ran through her and a series of thoughts raced through her mind. Instinctively, she touch the ID number that was tatooed across her inner wrist. It was Dr.Gehbert she saw,the Commandant of the women’s prison camp in Birkenau. Their eyes met a second, “Did he recognize me?” she wondered. Stunned, she got up and left the café’. She raced across to the parking lot and entered her car. Switching on the ignition, she still couldn’t believe it. It was thirty years ago, yet, she remembered. It all came back in a flash as if it were only yesterday. “..The long days of forced labor in dangerous conditions,the starvation, beatings and torture, medical experiments, standing at roll call for hours, random killings, and other atrocities. The “Mad Butcher” Dr Gehbert, who was given a free hand over a range of insanities, which were applied else where as well - The classification of skeletonsof men and women of various nationalities and races; heads severed and stored, sterilizations, how long people can live on salt water, hot and cold immersions,freezing, innumerable tests to see how people could die from various causes, injected with poisons or subjected to deadly diseases, complex and impossible forms of bone and skin grafts, demented attempts to rehape the human anatomy; without the benefits of pain killers or santitary safeguards and the list can go on an on of the atrocities committed in the camp where some women had their clitoris removed some would be inseminated artificially with a variety of semen and as pregnancy progressed, cut open for examination or to see how or when an aborion would be peformed, These abortions executed throughout the nine month period cycle, the rare of success nearly zero, the women dying lke flies in terrible pain from the butchery . As she reflected on the atrocities in the camp, a bitter feeling of hatred well up inside of her and all because of the man she had just seen, whom she thought had died in the aftermath of the defeat-the dreaded Dr Gehbert. She drove home in a foggy state of mind and went immediately to the bathroom and vomited. The next day she drove to the café, found a table by the window and sat down after ordering a cup of coffee at the counter. The place was beginnining to fill with customers. After a few minutes, sipping her coffee, she saw him and a cold shiver ran down her spine. He was bidding a customer goodbye. She got up, slipped on her dark shades and walked quickly across the street. She had worn a long sleeve blouse to hide the ID number. She stopped in front of the shop. He saw her looking at the show window and came outside. “Hello there,” he said pleasantly.”Could I interest you in some flowers today?” “ It was him alright” She thought,”Even down to the long scar that ran down the side of his right cheek, she remembered that, older, thinner,but him alright.”… ”Sure, please do.” He invited her in and stood in front of some orchids. “Well, this here is one of my favourites.” he began … “ The Bastard !” she thought bitterly remembering his cruelty. After buying some flowers, She invited him for tea the next day and gave him her address.He thanked her graciously and said,”It should be easy to find” and bid her farewell. The next day, the buzzer rang at precisely four ‘o clock.She answered it. There stood on the doorstep the old Florist, all dressed up in a double breasted brown suit. “ Come in, Mr Rossi, Come in, please.” Roxanne said pleasantly. The old man carried a bouquet of flowers in his gnarled hands. “This is for you .” the old man said with a smile.”And please call me Frank.” “Why, thank you, Frank.” She said, taking the bouquet.’ They are beautiful,here,take off your coat and make yourself comfortable.” He did and sat down in a sofa that was in front of a big TV. Roxanne went into the kitchen, ‘ Nice place you got here.” he commented. ‘Well I try” replied Roxanne from the kitchen.’ How do you like your tea, “ she asked. ‘Without milk,thank you.” he replied.‘ Do you live here alone?” “Yes, ever since my husband died.’ ‘ Sorry” “That’s okay.” Replied “ Tell me something , Frank, how long have you been in Canada?” ‘Oh well, about fifteen years, I would say” “And how do you like it here” “Well, I still can’t got use to the weather.” “Me too, even though I was born here, It’s terrible don’t you think?.” “Rotten,” he replied, But I guess you can’t do anything about it, I guess.” She came out of the kitchen with a tray carrying a teapot and two cups She set it down on the small coffee table that stood between the sofa and the TV. and sat down next to him, her grey eyes looking at him steadily. Frank looked away quickly ,wondering why she stared at him like that. ‘You know,Frank , it’s been awhile since I had a man.” ‘Really? A beautiful woman like you?” “Thanks, I am beginning to feel lonely” The conversation went on for a while and she asked him if he could spend the night with her. Of course, he agreed. He hadn’t sex for quite a while and maybe this was a chance to see if the old engine still worked. The bedroom was shadowy ,saved for a light from a bedside lamp. ‘Undress while I go and freshen up“ she said softly. In a flash, Frank got out of his clothes and into the warm bed, anticipating a night of bliss and pleasure. He could hear a tap running in the bathroom.His heart thumped in anticipation. A short while later, she returned, wearing a flimsy see thru nightgown and, carrying what looked like a piece of silken cord in her small hands. “I like to play a little game first.”She whispered softly as she crept into bed next to him, She began to tie his arms and legs to the bed postAfterwards, she found his penis which was half erect,and played with it for a while and then slowly slipped it into her hot, tender flesh. Frank sighed. Frank was elevated to bliss as she began moving up and down slowly, sensuously. He moaned softly with pleasure and closed his eyes to focus on the delightfull sensations that raced through his frail body. He didn't see her reached under the pillow and retrieved a long blade knife. “Monster!”, She screamed suddenly, Frank opened his eyes and froze! He gasped in horror as he saw that she held a huge kitchen knife in her raised hands! Her beautiful face had contorted into a mask of hate, her eyes flashing . She got off of him, took his now limp penis her eyes blazing with hate she severed it with deft stroke. Frank’s scream echoed through the house… Blood spattered all over her from the severed arteries. He tried to struggle, but the bonds grew even tighter, .A look of dread, horror and disbelief reflected in his eyes . “Remember this,Dr Gethbert!?”He looked and she showed him her prison ID number tatooed on her forearm. He stared and began struggling ‘ “No!” he cried,”Kill me !, kill me!’He pleaded. “Not yet, you bastard, not until you suffer a little as I did from your knife” she spat in his face.” She remembered the night the men taking turns raping her as he stood by laughing, and the painful amputation of her clitoris at his hands. ‘ For God’s sake, kill me ’he pleaded hoarsely,his face a contortion of pain,hispleading was music to her ears. ‘ Not yet”. She replied. “The pain !the pain !I can’t stand the pain!”he cried pitifully. After watching him squirm a while longer,she reached out and slowly slit his throat,from ear to ear. She watched the blood ooze out of the gaping wound with pleasure.

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