Isn't it confusing, what first love does to a man?
Story where Alexine is Soldier Boy's first love and rekindle after many years apart.
[UNGOING]
[Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse...
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Alexine Dupont sat in the cold, unwelcoming waiting room, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. She tried to focus on the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall, but her mind kept wandering back to the leaflet she had read to her father. The offer seemed too good to be true, yet she had no other choice. Her father's anguished cries from the night before echoed in her mind, strengthening her resolve. The door at the far end of the room creaked open, and a tall man in a dark uniform stepped out.
"Alexine Dupont?" he called, his voice clipped and authoritative.
She stood up, smoothing her dress nervously, and walked towards him. He motioned for her to follow, leading her through a labyrinth of corridors until they reached a small office. Inside, behind a large wooden desk, sat Klaus Barbie. He was a man in his mid-thirties, with a hard, angular face and cold, calculating eyes. His SS uniform was immaculate, and he exuded an aura of power and control.
"Please, sit," Barbie said, gesturing to a chair opposite him.
Alexine sat down, trying to steady her breathing. Barbie studied her for a moment before speaking, his voice unnervingly calm.
"So, Fräulein Dupont, you are interested in volunteering for Dr. Vogelbaum's program at Dachau," he said, more as a statement than a question.
"Yes," Alexine replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to help my father."
Barbie nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Very noble of you. I need to ask you a few questions first. Standard procedure, you understand."
She nodded, swallowing hard.
"How old are you, Alexine?" Barbie began.
"Seventeen," she replied.
"And your health? Any illnesses or conditions we should be aware of?"
"No, I'm healthy," she said, her voice gaining a bit more confidence.
"Good. And your father, he is a war veteran, correct?"
"Yes. He was wounded in the last war and cannot work."
Barbie leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together. "This program you wish to join, it involves certain... risks. Dr. Vogelbaum's work is very important for the future of our great nation. But you will be well compensated. Your father will be taken care of, and you will receive a generous sum of money."
Alexine nodded, trying to hide her unease. "What kind of risks?"
Barbie's smile was thin and did not reach his eyes. "Nothing you need to worry about. Dr. Vogelbaum is a brilliant scientist. His experiments are perfectly safe, and they have been tested extensively on animals. You will be doing a great service."
His vagueness only heightened her anxiety, but Alexine forced herself to stay calm. There was no turning back now. Her father's tired, sorrowful face flashed in her mind, and she knew she had to be brave for him. "And my father? He will be provided for?"
