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Third Reich x suicidal reader

Request from Quotev

Warning: Deals with topics of suicide, cutting, and depression. At some points, I made myself uncomfortable, so big fat discretion. Also, it's the stinky Nazi man. Lots of questionable stuff here huh.

I will admit, probably not my best edit job, but I want to stop looking at this thing. Started it like a month ago and kinda just want to be done, so sorry if the quality is at all lacking. Was a real pain in the butt trying to write a good sentence in German, I kinda gave up so RIP. Even still, hope you enjoy it regardless of all its flaws pfft.

Word count: 1,689

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Blood splattered about the floor, some of it dried at this point. As much as I want to say it isn't your blood, you read the title and the forewarning. What pains me even more to reveal though, is that you didn't do this to yourself. Well, it's actually rather complicated. You weren't the one holding the knife, but you didn't do anything to stop it either. In fact, you even encouraged it. At one point it would have been your hand, but this was much easier.

Currently, Third Reich was bandaging up your scarred arms, admiring his work. Sometimes you wish he wouldn't do this so you could bleed out to death. Then he would lose his favorite plaything, not that you cared much.

It's been a year since you two met, 7 months since you've been together, and only 6 months since he's known about your er... habits.

The sidewalk was hot enough to cook an egg, air hanging humid around you. With that in mind, it was baffling that you would be wearing long sleeves. Third Reich was dressed down in a T-shirt, a rather unusual deviation from his typical SS uniform. It was blatantly clear that you were sweating profusely, so he asked you about it. Not wanting to tell him, you tried avoiding his question and changing the subject. He didn't take that too well. If he wants something, he will get it, this is something you would come to learn very soon.

Unrelenting mockery gets old quick and your self-esteem is already far past 6 feet under, kind of like where you should be. Reluctantly, you pulled up your sleeves, turning away with shame. You prepared yourself for everything, shock, horror, disgust, sympathy, indifference, anger. What you didn't expect was complete silence. Confused, you turned back to see a wide grin spread across Third Reich's face.

"Ach so," Third Reich clicked his tongue, "das ist sehr geschätzt.~"

At that point, you didn't know German well enough yet to understand his words. However, his tone gave you all the information you needed.

From then on he assumed you to be a masochist, explaining his positive reaction. Itching the scratch that is his sadism was never easy until you pulled your sleeves up. Little did he know you only hurt yourself as a distraction from the horrible outcome of life. Carving into your skin until the depressing reality is drowned in the pain.

This is something you would never tell Third Reich. It would be nice to say that's because you wouldn't want him to feel guilty, but let's be honest with ourselves here. Telling him would cause concern, it would provide a risk to his toy disappearing. Already he was very militant and possessive, could you imagine if he knew of your true intentions? It wasn't something you liked to think about much.

Some good does come out of being with him though, you would have to be brain-damaged to stay with a guy like him and receive nothing but pain. Whenever you get into a tough financial situation, he's always there to fall back on and provide for you. You're pretty sure he gets a kick out of being in control of your every asset, another thing that isn't pleasant to dwell on. Holding a job down was hard, you were unemployed over half of the time you spent with him.