Forbidden Love

Mein Vogel

He dragged me along behind him, passed the other prisoners who I would call brothers and sisters. They all looked the same now. The same pinstripes, shaved heads, and blank expressions before they saw me. They all stared at me with wide, confused and sad eyes which made me shrink away from them. Gilbert noticed my change in body language.

"Are you okay little bird?" he asked.

"Little bird?" I ask him. He grins at me.

"Yeah, you remind me of a bird. Fragile and light, yet strong," he says and smiles at me. "So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Their all staring at me," I say quietly. He turns and looks at them and smirks. They all immediately turned around, away from us.

"Now they're not," he whispers in my ear. I blush and pull away some. His breath was hot against my ear. "You hungry?"

I nod. I haven't eaten in days. The Nazi's overseeing the trains wouldn't let us. And we didn't have food with us anyway. He nods and pulls me to his quarters. He sits me down on a chair. His quarters are not large or ornate as I thought. Instead, they were simple. One double bed, drawers, a desk, table, two chairs, lamps, and woolen blankets since the winter months were coming.

"Undress," he says. I look at him with wide eyes. Had I heard it right?

"Sorry what?"

"You heard me. Undress," he says. His blue eyes bore into my dark brown orbs. With shaky hands I start to unbutton my dress. My rags of a dress fall to the floor to my feet. I shrink away from his gaze and try to cover my body.

"W-what?" I ask, embarrassed. He gets up and goes to his chest of drawers and gets an over sized button up shirt for me. He throws it at me.

"Tomorrow, I will get a simple dress made for you," he says with a serious voice.

"T-there's no need sir. I can wear my old one."

"No. You are getting a new one to let everyone know that you are mine."

He smirks as I blush.

"Thank you. You are being very kind."

"You're welcome bird. Now how about food? When have you last eaten?"

"I-I haven't eaten in a few days."

He nods. He orders one of the other officers outside to bring some food for us. After a few moments the food was here.

"Thank you," I say. He smiles. We start eating.

"Tomorrow, you will begin your chores for me. Since I will not be with you, you will stay in here, okay? If you need to go outside anywhere wear this," he says. He shows me a collar like necklace. "It will show that you belong to me and no one is allowed to touch you.

He places the collar on me. I look at it and frowned. I was being treated like a dog.

"Okay sir," I say. He pets my hair gently.

"Don't be afraid. Only be afraid when I get drunk."

He laughs. In truth, I was very afraid of him. Drunk or sober. I shrink away from him.

"Yes," I say. I get up and make my way to a corner where there was little dust and cobwebs and lay down.

"What are you doing?" asked Gilbert.

"I'm sleeping," I whispered. He frowns and then takes off his coat and lies down next to me and put his jacket over both of us. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sleeping. My pet needs to be cared for."

"Pet?"

"Yes, you're my pet now. Understood?"

"Understood."

He fell asleep. I stayed up. For my first day at the concentration camp I have been pushed and shoved and have had my life saved by a Nazi, who's soul purpose is to kill people like me. Could this get any stranger? With all these thoughts in my head, I finally fell asleep.