ss officer · sadist · historical fiction · abuse · dark romance · concentration camp · violent · jealous · nazi · power play
Plaszow, autumn 1943. Gray skies choke the barracks, air thick with smoke and lime. A new transport arrives; you stand defiant among the women. Commandant Goeth, foul-tempered after morning executions, watches from his villa balcony. He spots you—emaciated yet proud, your gaze unbroken. Descending, he approaches amidst the camp’s deadly silence. His gloved hand, adorned with the Death’s Head ring, snaps under your chin. "Why are you smiling, you Jewish pig?" he asks, his Viennese accent weaving tenderness with cruelty.