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Der Meißel der Seele	By : Wertiyurae Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 1599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Turn over; let me look at you.”

If he never had to look at that man again, Klink thought he could die happily. Of course, that wasn’t a choice he got to make and he knew it. So, why drag this out? Why not just turn over and get it over with. He closed his eyes, forcing his mind away from the horrified shame, as he tried to see if he could turn over. Adler had been very . . . enthusiastic and he wasn’t looking forward to finding out how it would feel to put pressure on his abused backside.

But, again, that wasn’t a choice he got to make.

Slowly, he eased himself onto his side, away from where Adler was laying, and twisted his head back to make sure that there was enough bed left for him to roll onto. It wasn’t a long way to the floor but he felt humiliated and in enough pain as it was without falling off the bed too. Once he was certain there was enough room, he let himself fall. Pain arced through him and he hissed through clenched teeth.

“Are you all right, Wilhelm?”

Why did he even bother trying to sound concerned? Klink stared up into Adler’s face as the other man leaned over him and did his best not to show his irritation. His anger. “I’m fine.” Despite his efforts to hide it, his voice betrayed the strain he felt.

Adler’s mouth turned upwards. “Oh, good.” His fingers began tracing lazy circles over Klink’s stomach. “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you but it was your own fault, after all.”

Klink shuddered at the accusation and the too cool air chilling his sweat slicked skin. He couldn’t argue with that; it was his fault. It was his fault for thinking that his life was worth all this. He was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he’d been wrong about that. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d been wrong about something, would it?

But if he let himself believe that . . . he couldn’t let himself believe that he was enduring all this for nothing. It was as simple as that. If he could just get through this, if he could somehow outlast Adler, then maybe there was a chance that . . .

That his life might hold some value again.

“Now, it’s time we discuss your punishment,” Adler said airily as if the subject of the discussion was something as innocuous as the weather. “I find that punishments work best when the one being punished knows what he’s being punished for.” The fingers stopped tracing mid-circle. “What am I punishing you for?”

That was something Klink had asked himself many times since this whole thing had started but he knew that Adler wasn’t talking about what he’d just finished doing. But how could he answer that question? He didn’t dare to tell the truth - he didn’t think Adler would actually kill him for planning that fiasco (where would the fun in that be?), but he doubted that he’d be very forgiving - and, at the same time, he wasn’t sure if Adler would accept a lie either - the man had seemed very convinced that Klink had had something to do with the escape earlier.

He had to say something though. A tightening around Adler’s mouth warned him that he was running out of time. Maybe he should plead ignorance. That had gotten him out of some tight spots in the past. “I don’t know,” he answered at last, choosing to ignore the fact that this tactic had also gotten him into some tight spots as well.

Adler hmmed in a disbelieving way but his fingers resumed their tracing. “Well, Wilhelm, what was our agreement?”

Klink closed his eyes for a moment, hearing the hateful words echoing in his skull as clearly as though Adler were actually saying them now. “That you would turn me into the Gestapo unless I,” he swallowed hard as his throat tightened up. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. “You wanted me to . . . submit to you.”

“Exactly right,” Adler sounded pleased, “and do you know what that means?”

These games. All of these damned games! Not only did he have to let himself be violated by this swine, he had to jump through all of these hoops as well. It was like being in a play: he had a script and he had to follow it exactly or the director would scream at him. Or, in this case, slap him across the face. And it was a part that he didn’t dare to turn down. Unfortunately, he was almost certain what his line was now and he was loath to have to say it.

He didn’t want to say it because, as far as he could see right now, it was dishearteningly true.

“You o-own me.”

Adler nodded with satisfaction. “Right again.” He leaned closer and gave Klink a light kiss. “Now, next time a prisoner escapes when you’re supposed to be with me, what will you do?”

Klink stared sightlessly passed Adler’s head as his mind raced. What should he have done? Besides knowing better than to think his scheme would work in the first place. While he was relieved that, from the sound of things, Adler had abandoned the notion that Klink had planned anything, he realized, if he didn’t come up with an answer soon, there would be nothing to be relieved about.

He’d been just about to open his mouth when he abruptly ran out of time.

Adler took hold of one of Klink’s nipples, giving it a savage twist, and brought his rage filled face so close to Klink’s own that Klink could feel the spittle coming from Adler’s mouth. “You’ll stay here! You’ll send someone else!” He twisted some more and Klink couldn’t keep from gasping in pain. “Do you understand me!”

Klink’s hands clawed into the mattress because he knew that trying to get Adler to release him before he was ready wouldn’t end well for him. “Yes!” he exclaimed, somewhat desperately, “I understand.”

That same smile Klink had grown to despise before he’d known what Adler was capable of softened his harsh expression and he let go. “Very good.” He sat up and out of Klink’s direct line of sight. “Now that you know what you’ve done wrong, it’s time for your punishment.” The tone seemed very out of step with the words: pleasant with only a barest trace of the cruel enjoyment that shown in his expression when Klink turned his head to look. “Are you ready, Wilhelm?”

There was a part of Klink that worried what new horror Adler planned to unleash on him. There was a part of him that knew with certainty that he deserved whatever the punishment was - not for the same reason that Adler thought but for being such a deranged, pathetic shell of a person. The majority of him didn’t care what was in store for him as long as it was over quickly. Anything to get this night over with and Adler out of his bedroom! Klink nodded wearily.

He felt the mattress move as Adler got off the bed. “Then get up so we can get started.”

It was easier demanded than done. With agonizing slowness, Klink came to stand beside the bed, swaying slightly. Terror coiled in his stomach and he hoped that he wasn’t as hurt as he felt. That it was simple over exertion that had him in such distress. Because, if that wasn’t all this was - New sweat beaded on his forehead and collected in his clenched fists as he stared down at the floor and waited for Adler to speak.

He heard the sounds of rustling and realized that Adler was getting dressed. Reminded of his own nakedness, he considered reaching for the sheet to wrap around himself before deciding against it. Adler had seen everything already and he had no interest in being undressed by him again that night. He also wasn’t sure he could turn around and pull the sheet from the bed without falling over.

“All right. Stand against the door.” Adler’s tone was terse but strangely businesslike considering the circumstances.

Klink looked up and saw Adler staring at him, his expression now revealing nothing. Tentatively, certain that he would fall any moment, he lurched over to the door. He’d just started to turn to lean his back against it when Adler grabbed his shoulders.

“Put your hands up,” Adler ordered, “and brace yourself.”

Doing so, Klink started shivering. Mostly from the chill in the air. He was usually asleep before the fire burned down. Maybe, when Adler left, he’d stoke it up again. After he showered. Had to have his priorities stra-

He heard the crack of something striking his back a split second before he felt the sting. Surprise at the unexpected hit froze his throat and kept him silent.

“One,” Adler intoned.

By the time Adler had reached three, Klink realized that he was probably being hit with a belt.

By the time Adler had reached five, he more or less gave up on trying to hide his reactions.

By the time Adler had reached ten, Klink could taste salt as tears dripped passed his mouth.

He sagged and sudden hands on his shoulders kept him from falling to the floor. Adler turned him around and held him in a light embrace. “There now,” he said with a gentleness Klink would later find repellent as he brought one of his hands up to Klink’s face and smeared the tear tracks under his eyes. “It’s finished.”

Klink noted in a detached sort of way that he was being led back to the bed. He winced as Adler sat him down but he didn’t really feel it. He realized in the same removed sort of way that he was in shock. Not from the pain, although, he knew he’d feel it later, but from simple disbelief. (Vaguely, he was aware of Adler sitting next to him and wrapping his arm around his shoulders.) It had been years, decades!, since he’d been hit with a belt - as a misbehaving youth - and he just couldn’t quite believe that Adler had actually done it. (Adler’s other hand took hold of Klink’s chin as he leaned in close.) Cotton clouded his brain as he tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he’d just been whipped.

Adler’s tongue in his mouth brought him back to himself with amazing quickness and he remembered just in time what a mistake it would be to pull back. Disgust churned in his stomach and he prayed that it would stay where it was. After the many betrayals his body had handed him, he was determined at least to have control over when the contents of his stomach reappeared.

Control? Fresh tears welled in his eyes and he let them join the wetness already on his cheeks. If only he’d had control of the parts that mattered! Adler’s touch made him want to peel off his skin - how could he have enjoyed any of this?

Breaking the kiss, Adler leaned back but kept hold of Klink’s chin. “I trust you’ve learned your lesson?”

Absolutely. He’d never entertain any wild hopes ever again. He should have known better than to think it could work. “Yes.”

“Good, because I do hate to have to hurt you like this, Wilhelm,” Adler actually did sound a little regretful and Klink almost marveled at the deception. “I wouldn’t want to break you.”

Well, thank God for that! Klink thought with almost giddy hysteria. Thank God that General Adler was so concerned for his welfare! “Why would you care?” Even before the words formed, he’d known that it was a bad idea to ask, but, between the hysteria and his natural tendency to put his foot in his mouth, he couldn’t stop himself in time.

The wide grin he received stabbed through the giddiness. “When I was a boy, my father always told me that I must take good care of my things if I want them to last.” He trailed a finger down Klink’s face. “I would like to keep you around a long time, so I must take care of you.” A light kiss and then his grin became something much more sinister. “I’m sure you realize that broken toys aren’t much fun to play with.”

Klink was genuinely sorry he’d asked. He’d known that Adler hadn’t thought much of him - the fact that Adler had forced him into this deal in the first place had told him that much - but to hear that Adler considered him to be little more than a plaything? At least a whore or a slave was still a person! And he couldn’t decide which part he liked the least: the fact that Adler had, basically, called him a toy or the fact that Adler claimed to want to “keep him” for a “long time.” When was this nightmare going to end? Was it ever going to? The only hope he’d had was that Adler would lose interest in him and foist his sick desires on someone else . . . maybe that hope was too wild to entertain as well.

“Don’t mistake me,” Adler said sharply, dragging Klink’s attention back to the matter at hand, “I will hurt you if you force me to.” He stood and glared down at him, his eyes filled with dark promise. “Next time you keep me waiting like you did tonight, I will give you more than ten,” he held the belt out in front of him like a snake, the buckle draped over his closed hand, “and I’ll use this side.”

Klink’s mouth had gone dry and he swallowed back bile as he watched Adler put on his belt. There was no one he could turn to if Adler followed through on this threat (and Klink had no reason to believe that he wouldn’t). He couldn’t go to a doctor because he could never explain how he’d come by his injuries. He had no close family to go to for help and, even if he had, he wouldn’t want them to learn what he’d become. Whatever injuries he sustained, he’d have to treat himself.

“Do you understand me?”

Crushing loneliness enveloped him and it took an effort to force the word ‘yes’ out of his throat. He was alone in this. Of course, he’d already known this fact - he wasn’t about to tell anyone and, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t risk telling the wrong person. Risk exposure. But the full weight of the reality pressed in on him and he felt as though his chest was caving in. The only one he could depend on was himself and he wasn’t feeling very dependable just now.

“You better go to bed, Wilhelm,” Adler said, trying for soothing and not quite hitting it. “I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill.” Gently, he pushed Klink down onto his back, if he noticed Klink’s wince, he didn’t show it, and pulled the covers over him. “Goodnight.”

Klink lay there for several long minutes after he heard his bedroom door shut. He was mentally exhausted, pained and his body cried out for sleep but he knew that he couldn’t sleep here. He’d been lucky so far not to have any nightmares; he couldn’t imagine that he’d manage to escape them tonight if he stayed in this bed. Besides, thanks to his traitorous body and his deranged mind, his arm was laying in a wet spot.

His second trip to the side of his bed was no easier than the first and he wondered again if Adler hadn’t managed to ‘break’ him after all. If he didn’t feel any better by tomorrow -

-I’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow, he told himself firmly. Right now, he had to take a shower and try to get some of this, this filth off of him. Soap couldn’t cleanse his soul and had no power to correct whatever defect had allowed him to enjoy Adler’s touch but soap just might get the feel of Adler’s hands off his skin if he scrubbed hard enough.

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He’d stayed in the shower until his teeth started to chatter after the hot water had run out. He’d brushed his teeth until he’d tasted blood. His skin, rubbed raw in the shower, chaffed inside his pajamas. Weaving unsteadily between the living room and his bedroom, he’d made the couch up. The sheets, he’d left on the bed. Stoking the stove had been an agony but he’d felt so cold, even with his dressing gown, that he was willing do endure it for the warmth.

On the couch, he lay awkwardly on his stomach and closed his eyes. As his mind drifted away into the darkness, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something important that he’d forgotten to do.
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