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Official Report

British Intelligence

Code: 3986

Kathleen Winfred

I interfered with Schwab's torture one day. 

I was being led back from another torture room, where they had held my head in cold water until I felt I could not hold my breath any longer, then pulled me up, coughing and sputtering, only to do it again a moment later, when I saw them whipping Jessica.

Jessica was, out of my friends among the prisoners, the frailest and kindest. She did not deserve the torture they gave her.

None of us did.

She had slumped against the whipping post, her consciousness fading, and I ran forward, blocking their blows.

Schwab was so angry that he pointed a gun at me. He was only stopped by a reminder from another Nazi that they did not want to stray that far from the Geneva convention, and he growled and put his gun away.

He resorted to kicking me, in typical Schwab style, as a replacement.

Days under Heinrich Schwab's Rule: 

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