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.
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[Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse...
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The next morning, Alexine woke to the sound of footsteps and murmurs outside her door. She sat up, rubbing her eyes as the door opened and two nurses entered the room. They wore crisp white uniforms, their expressions stern but efficient.
"Good morning, Fräulein Dupont," one of the nurses said in heavily accented French. "We are here to check your vitals."
Alexine nodded, allowing them to take her temperature, check her pulse, and measure her blood pressure. As they worked, she couldn't shake the anxiety gnawing at her. "Excuse me," she said hesitantly. "Can you tell me about Hans? The soldier who brought me here? Who is he, and what does he do?"
The nurses exchanged a glance, then one of them shook her head. "We cannot say," she replied in French.
Frustrated, Alexine repeated her question, but the nurses only continued their tasks in silence. After a moment, one of them stepped out, returning with a translator. He was a middle-aged man with thinning hair and spectacles perched on the end of his nose.
"Good morning, Miss Dupont," he greeted her in clear French. "I am here to assist with any questions you might have."
Alexine repeated her query, hoping for some clarity. "Can you tell me about Hans Müller? Who is he, and what does he do here?"
The translator adjusted his spectacles and gave a noncommittal smile. "Hans Müller is part of the medical team, as he mentioned. Beyond that, I cannot provide specifics. His role is to assist Dr. Vogelbaum with the experiments and ensure the well-being of volunteers like yourself."
His vague response left Alexine with more questions than answers, but she decided not to press further. The nurses resumed their examination, this time with more personal questions.
"When was the last time you had your period?" one nurse asked, her tone clinical.
"Three days ago," Alexine answered, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Have you ever been pregnant?" the other nurse inquired.
"No," Alexine replied, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Are you still a virgin?" the first nurse asked, her eyes fixed on Alexine's.
Alexine hesitated for a moment, the fear and discomfort threatening to overwhelm her. But she took a deep breath, deciding to face the situation with as much courage as she could muster. "Yes, I am."
The nurses noted down her responses, their expressions neutral. Alexine felt a wave of relief wash over her as they finished their examination and packed up their instruments. The translator gave her a nod before following them out of the room.
Left alone once more, Alexine tried to process everything. The questions had been invasive, but she understood that they were necessary for the experiments. She reminded herself why she was here: for her father. Every step she took, every question she answered, was for him.
