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Der Meißel der Seele	By : Wertiyurae Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 1599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's note: Hi all and welcome to chapter 26! Thanks go to my beta reader Python for betaing for us all ;) I can't thank anyone else personally as no one has reviewed here *pouts*
Anyway, gentle reader(s), on to chapter 26!
DISCLAIMER: Hogan's Heroes is property of Paramont and brought to you in color by CBS - no money is being made from this story.

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Klink took yet another look around his office, feeling very close to panic. Where was it? He hadn’t thought it was a good idea to leave the Luger on the floor for several reasons - not the least of which being that Adler would be coming very soon and Klink didn’t want the man to have the slightest hint of what his contingency plan was. He figured he ought to put it away but now, he couldn’t find the thing.
Wiping away the nervous sweat that had formed on his forehead, Klink tried to calm down enough to think it through again. All right. The last time he’d had it was after aiming it at - after throwing it on the floor. After that, the pistol hadn’t even crossed his mind. He certainly hadn’t come in later and put it away. At least, he couldn’t remember doing so. As muddled as his memories of the last hour before he’d gone to sleep were, well, he’d never blacked out that completely before.
On the other hand, he had been very drunk this afternoon and he’d been having trouble remembering things before he’d taken his first sip. Looking at it that way, he supposed it was entirely possible that he’d put the pistol away himself and had either suffered another bout of forgetfulness or had been too drunk to remember he’d done it.
Not the happiest of explanations but ones that made sense and also meant that someone hadn’t simply walked off with his pistol. They could also be easily confirmed one way or the other. Klink sat in his chair and bent down to reach out for the bottom desk drawer. His hand rested on the handle and he’d been just about to pull the drawer open when an unexpected sound made him freeze.
He couldn’t bring himself to look up and see who had opened the office door. Considering the hour, there weren’t many people to choose from. His hand tightened around the drawer’s handle as he heard the door shut and heavy footsteps start across the floor. The steps stopped abruptly and all too familiar laughter made Klink’s chest constrict. He wasn’t ready for this yet!
“Ah, Wilhelm! I almost didn’t see you there - what are you doing? Hiding?”
The jovial tone did nothing for Klink’s nerves. “N-no,” he stuttered, cursing his inability to keep his voice from shaking, “I’m, I’m ... I’m cleaning up.”
While Klink thought his explanation sounded weak at best, Adler didn’t seem interested in contesting it. He laughed again. “Fine, Wilhelm, fine. I do realize I’m a little early tonight.” Footsteps came up to the desk but Klink still wasn’t prepared for the hand that suddenly settled on his back. A low chuckle suggested Adler had noticed his flinch. “If you can tear yourself away, we can take advantage of the extra time.”
Hardly an enticement. For a moment, Klink fought against the temptation to fling the drawer open, pick up the Luger he hoped was resting inside, and implement his last resort sooner than planned. Anything but let this swine touch him again! Anything but let this evening follow the course of the last two! Even as his grip on the drawer’s handle became white knuckled, he knew he wouldn’t do it. As much as he didn’t want to go through this again and as badly as he’d like to see the smug expression Adler was no doubt wearing wiped off his face, Klink wasn’t ready to die.
As unprepared as he felt to go through this humiliation a third time, he felt even less prepared to take his own life. The dark part of his mind suggested that maybe he’d feel more prepared after whatever betrayals his body handed him tonight.
Maybe he would, but, for now -
Doing his best to look casual about it, Klink let his hand fall away from the drawer’s handle and sat up. The realization that Adler had actually joined him on his side of the desk was an unpleasant one. The man’s hungry expression was also unpleasant.

Adler brought the hand that had been resting on Klink’s back up to Klink’s face. Klink forced himself not to shy away from the fingers trailing his cheek. “I think we should do this somewhere that’s a little more comfortable, don’t you?”
Klink’s fingers bit into his palm but he knew better than to think that he’d actually do something with the fist he’d made. He wasn’t foolhardy enough to believe he’d be able to win a fight against Adler and he wasn’t brave enough to attempt it anyway. “Whatever you want, General,” he said softly. Anything to get this business over with.

“Whatever I want,” Adler repeated with obvious relish. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.” With a smirk, he stroked Klink’s cheek before turning away. “What I want is for you to follow me - the night is wasting.”

Klink followed Adler into his quarters, stopping to shut the door behind him. He wasn’t too concerned with anyone walking in (since anyone who needed him this late would just walk in anyway); he just wanted the few seconds the action afforded him before he would have to jump through whatever hoops Adler had in mind for this evening. Turning around, he saw that the man had already taken a seat in the middle of the couch.

“Come and sit,” Adler ordered in a light tone as he patted the cushion next to him. “I want you to be comfortable.”
‘Comfortable?’ Why did it always surprise him when Adler said that lie? It was laughable – at least, he imagined it would be if he was in any mood to laugh. He wasn’t though, and he only shook his head the barest fraction before he stopped himself and made his way over to the couch. He took a seat right against the arm - pointedly as far from Adler as he could get. Considering how small the couch suddenly seemed, this was not nearly far enough for Klink’s liking.
The whole effort became moot as Adler stood and moved to sit closer. The amused expression on his face as he pinned Klink’s hip tightly against the arm of the couch was infuriating and Klink welcomed the brief rush of anger. Helpless anger was better than helpless fear - Of course, that was a bit like saying cold sour beer was better than warm sour beer ... neither were any good to drink. Angry or afraid, he was still helpless.
“That’s better,” Adler said once he’d settled himself again. Then he casually slung his arm around Klink’s shoulders in a way that reminded Klink uncomfortably of his own actions on the dates he’d had. Klink only hoped that those women hadn’t felt the same way he was feeling now that he was on the receiving end. He’d hate to be responsible for making anyone feel the way he felt now.
“How are you feeling, Wilhelm? I notice you’re still limping.”
He couldn’t summon any annoyance at Adler’s mock concern. It was hard to feel anything but sick and terrified with Adler touching so much of him at once. While several layers of cloth separated them, Klink couldn’t ignore the heat and pressure enveloping him. A slight tightening of Adler’s arm around his shoulders reminded him that he’d been asked something. Oh, right. How was he feeling? “I’m fine,” he lied.
Adler brought his other hand under Klink’s chin and gently forced his face up. He regarded Klink for several long seconds before letting go. “Here,” he said, tugging a small metal flask from his pocket before holding it out for Klink to take, “you look like you could use some of this.”
That was the last thing Klink needed. His stomach was already flipping at the prospect of any more alcohol. “I’m fine,” he repeated, his voice edged with panic despite his efforts.

For a moment, Adler looked puzzled. Then he shook his head, his expression clearly saying ‘What an odd man!’ “Just take it,” he insisted. When Klink made no move to do so, Adler’s eyes hardened. “Now.”
It was pointless to refuse and incredibly dangerous to start arguing when Adler was practically on top of him but Klink also knew -taking into account the current delicate condition of his stomach - that drinking any alcohol would be a mistake. He hadn’t vomited in front of Adler yet and he didn’t want to start now. “I’d rather not.”

Adler’s mouth twisted into something like a smile and Klink realized instantly that he’d used the wrong words. “Did I ask you what you’d rather do?” he asked in a deceptively calm tone.

This question sounded very familiar. The only difference was that, last time, Adler had hit him before he’d bothered asking it. Fortunately, Klink remembered the correct answer to give, which he supplied quickly. “No, you didn’t.” An errant thought that his teachers at the academy would be pleased to know he was becoming such an apt pupil wandered across his mind before he shooed it away. There wasn’t time for that.
“That’s right: I didn’t,” Adler said with smug satisfaction. “Now, take this and drink up! I’d like to get started and this will be so much easier for both of us if you are more relaxed.”
There wasn’t enough alcohol in Germany to make this swine’s plans relaxing ... Well, there was plenty if the idea was to drink himself unconscious. Although, with the way his stomach felt, even if he wanted to try, he didn’t think he’d be able to manage more than a sip or two before he was sick. Not that he got to make that choice. Either he drank it now or Adler would do something painful to him and he’d be made to drink it anyway.

So, why not make things easier on himself? Feeling defeated, Klink took the proffered flask and stared dully at it before unscrewing the cap. The opening was too small and the light was too dim for him to see any of the liquid inside. He supposed it didn’t matter what kind of liquor Adler was plying him with - the end result was sure to be the same.

With a fatalistic shrug, he took a large sip and swallowed it down. Whatever it was tasted bitter and lacked the tell tale burn of alcohol. His stomach flipped worryingly and, for a few seconds, he thought it might come back up.

“Try to drink a little more.”

Klink looked at him, swallowing hard to keep what he’d already drunk down. It wasn’t alcohol but it didn’t want to settle anyway. Only the knowledge that Adler couldn’t have possibly tired of him already kept him from panic. Whatever it was he’d just drunk, it probably wasn’t poison. Probably. “What is this?”

“Just some water mixed with Eukadol,” Adler said with a small shrug. “I bought a bottle from the commissary in Berlin. Just in case.” Then he grinned and squeezed Klink’s shoulders in a gross parody of a friendly hug. “I also purchased some Pervitin but I think you talk enough already.”
‘Just in case’. Klink shivered at the realization of just how early Adler had been planning to do this to someone – why else would someone this far from the front bother to buy such a strong pain killer ‘just in case’?
At least now he knew what Adler was so insistent he drink! He closed his eyes briefly before taking another, much smaller, sip. There were much worse drugs than Eukadol. It wasn’t something addictive like morphine or Heroin. Addiction to a narcotic was nothing he wanted any part of - not when he was having so much trouble controlling himself as it was!
But this was safe enough and it would take the edge off the pain he was feeling. While he couldn’t be grateful for the relief considering that its source was the reason he needed any in the first place, he didn’t have enough pride left to refuse it. Of course, even if he wanted to refuse it, he doubted Adler would let him. It was yet another choice that wasn’t his to make.

After a final sip, he put the cover back on the flask and hoped Adler would be satisfied. His stomach was gurgling unpleasantly and he didn’t think the addition of any more of the bitter solution would improve matters. Why the man hadn’t just given him a pill to swallow, he couldn’t imagine. “I . . . I can’t drink any more of this.”

Adler took the flask back and shook it a little before returning it to his pocket. “You’ve probably had enough.” He leaned in close and ran a finger down Klink’s cheek, a predatory grin curving his mouth. “I think it’s time we got started. How about it, Wilhelm, would you like a kiss?”

Would he like a kiss? Klink could admit to being very confused and disturbed by his apparent enjoyment of what Adler did to him after the . . . groping, but he and his body were in perfect agreement over the beast and his kisses. While he was smart enough to know he couldn’t afford to be that truthful just now, it sickened him to have to act like all this was something it wasn’t. If it was his choice, he’d never let Adler so much as touch him again - never mind anything as intimate as a kiss!

Unfortunately, that much wasn’t his choice; how he answered this question was. “I don’t care.” It was a lie but more palatable than the one Adler had wanted him to say and safer for him than the truth. He hoped.

“You don’t care,” Adler repeated slowly before his grin widened. “In that case, you can go first.” He turned his body, leaning over Klink, and set his hand on Klink’s waist. “Kiss me, Wilhelm.”

Loathing and dread churned his stomach and Klink swallowed desperately. He wasn’t going to vomit. He’d done this before and he could do it again. All he needed was some time to prepare and - The impatience in Adler’s eyes warned that he wasn’t going to get more than a few more seconds before the other man did something Klink would regret. No more time for thinking then; he’d just have to ‘wing it’ again. Taking a deep breath, he moved his face closer to Adler’s and closed his eyes.

Almost immediately, Adler’s arms tightened around him, pulling him closer. Klink shuddered and labored not to think about whose mouth he was currently latched onto. He tried to clear his mind, to not think about anyone or anything, but the hands roaming his body and the lips on his own anchored him to the moment. He couldn’t deny that he was kissing some man. It was bearable though because he wasn’t kissing Adler. The man who was pressing him into the couch and attempting to straddle him was someone else. Anyone else.

The image of Hogan came to mind again but, due to the position he was in, he couldn’t pull away when he realized what he was thinking. That realization also reminded him forcefully of just who he was really kissing. His stomach churning once more, Klink made his decision: if that was the only way he could do this, he would do it. Screwing his eyes tighter and making a mental apology to the American for using him like this, Klink let his imagination have free rein. He was a little breathless by the time Adler pulled away.

Adler was grinning lazily and the nausea Klink had been able to suppress during the ordeal returned with a vengeance. “Very good, Wilhelm. Very ... energetic.” He took his arm off of Klink’s shoulders and started to unbutton Klink’s jacket. “I think you’re starting to get into the swing of things at last.”
The swing of things. Klink felt hollow and sickened in a way that had nothing to do with his stomach. His imagination was better than he’d given it credit for. There had been a moment or two when he’d actually been able to convince himself that he was kissing Hogan rather than Adler. There had been a moment or two where he had actually enjoyed it. Being able to kiss a man was one thing but to enjoy it?
The fact that he’d used the Senior POW as, as fantasy fodder only made him feel even more perverse. Yes, he’d had little other option but, damn it, he shouldn’t have enjoyed it. While Hogan’s words had hurt him that afternoon – and, yes, he still felt foolish for that – Klink respected the man. To use him like this? And then to enjoy it? He could only shake his head in mute horror and shame at the depths he was sinking to.
“Don’t look so downhearted,” Adler said lightly, removing Klink’s jacket before casually tossing it to the floor. “You’ll get used to it soon enough - you may even get to like it if you let yourself.” He chuckled, his amusement as ugly as the sound he was making. “Of course, that’s your choice. Either way, I plan on having a lot of fun with you in Berlin.”
That was one of the things Klink was afraid of: that he’d get used to this. That he’d get to like it. Adler’s hands went to this throat to untie his tie and he shivered. No, he’d never get to like this. He wouldn’t let that happen. He’d already made his decision - if Adler got his way about the transfer, he was going to put a stop to all of this. If Adler got his way, Klink was going to shoot him. He was going to kill him. That’s all there was to it.
“You’re doing so well,” Adler murmured as he got to work on Klink’s shirt.
Klink shivered again, both at the hands pawing his chest and the soft inner voice reminding him that killing Adler wasn’t all there was to it. Was he ready to take that last step? Was he really prepared to take his own life? Were there any other options open to him if he wasn’t? If his transfer was approved, he’d be better off dead than in Berlin. He had no choice. If he was transferred - if he was transferred . . .
There was only one way to find out. “What did General Burkhalter say?” Klink asked. It was a risk to ask Adler any question but he needed to know. If his fate had been decided already, he needed all the time he could get to come to terms with it. When the time came for him to take that final plunge, he wanted to be ready. He needed to be ready. He couldn’t afford to fail.
Adler’s fingers paused in the middle of undoing the last button. “I didn’t get to speak with him,” he said tightly. “The only person I could get a hold of was his secretary and he would only tell me Burkhalter was unavailable.” He shook his head in disgust. “If I can’t raise him tomorrow, I’ll go to your headquarters and sort it out personally.”
Klink had a moment of confusion about Burkhalter’s male secretary but Adler stripping him of his shirt brought his mind back to the present.
“You will be transferred,” Adler continued, his expression becoming predatory once more. “I’ll see to it.” He gave Klink’s exposed neck a light kiss before moving his hands down Klink’s sides. “I want to keep you close - I don’t like sharing what’s mine and I own you, don’t I, Wilhelm?”
Bile rose in Klink’s throat. “Yes,” he answered, his voice barely a whisper. Saying it left a bad taste in his mouth but how could he argue? How could he deny Adler’s claim when he was letting this happen? Again?
“‘Yes’ what? Be precise,” Adler ordered pleasantly as he finished unbuckling Klink’s belt.
Klink bowed his head because he didn’t want to look at the other man when he said it. “You . . . own me.” Why did Adler keep making him say that? Did the man think that he’d be able to forget for one moment who had all the power here? Or did Adler just make him say it to make this experience more unpleasant? As though it wasn’t unpleasant enough alrea -
A particularly pointed grope caused Klink to shrink back, clenching his fingers into the cushion to keep himself from trying to stop Adler’s increasingly intimate touches. Even though he couldn’t imagine that God was paying him much attention these days, he still prayed that Adler would tire of this game soon.
He wasn’t looking forward to what was coming after this by any means, but how long Adler decided to take now had no bearing on what happened then. He just wanted to get through this night. He just wanted to get this over with.
Adler paused his ministrations and looked up, his eyes seeming to be searching for something in Klink’s expression. “I know this is difficult for you,” he soothed with rancid sympathy, “but it doesn’t have to be. All you have to do is stop fighting me.” Cruel mirth twisted his lips. “Just let it happen.”
There was little question of what ‘it’ Adler meant as he resumed his groping.
Klink shivered and dug his fingers in a little deeper. As though he’d had much success in fighting Adler before now – as though he’d been able to keep his body under control at all! His body was a traitor; if the last two nights had taught him nothing else, they had taught him that. Regardless of what he was feeling or thinking, his body would eventually do what it wanted. For whatever reason, it liked what Adler did. Even now, he could feel the faint stirrings just under his nausea.
“That’s right, Wilhelm,” Adler purred, his touches becoming more invasive and aggressive. “Just relax.”
As though anything about this was relaxing. Closing his eyes, Klink tried to focus on his hands, on the pain he felt from digging his fingers into the couch, rather than the sickening, confusing feelings Adler was eliciting. His body would betray him, just as it had before, but he wanted to keep that from happening as long as he could. He acknowledged with a stab of self loathing that the very fact he had to fight his arousal at all meant he was a very sick man.
He was sure anyone else in his position wouldn’t have to fight it: being molested by someone so hateful would be enough for them. All he could do was wonder what was so wrong with him that that wasn’t enough for him.
Finally, Adler’s hands left his groin and Klink opened his eyes. “Good news, Wilhelm! I’m almost ready for you now.” Something akin to humor colored his tone although the warning in his words was impossible to ignore. “However, since you felt so strongly about it last night, I’ve decided to let you choose. Where do you want me to have you? Here? The office? The bedroom?” He smiled and spoke as though he was doing Klink a great favor. “We’ll go wherever you want.”
Klink stared up at Adler as the other man stood. Was it time for that already? Relief and terror swirled in his mind – the evening was that much closer to a close but he was also that much closer to testing his control a third time. He didn’t hold out much hope that he’d somehow manage not to humiliate himself again. His arms moved but he resisted the urge to wrap them around himself. Why make his fear any more obvious than it probably already was?

“Well, where do you want to go? Choose,” Adler ordered; his patience was obviously not up to the task of waiting more than a few seconds for an answer. Nothing that Klink hadn’t already found out the painful way.

‘Choose’? As though there was an actual choice he could make. As though any answer he could give Adler would be what he really wanted. This was just another game where Adler made him say ‘yes’ when what he wanted to scream was ‘no’. He was sick of losing that game but, maybe, there was a way to breakeven. He’d gotten away with it once before and there was no reason he could see why he couldn’t try again. “I don’t care, General.”

Adler’s expression closed, revealing nothing. When he spoke, his tone was flatly annoyed. “Is that how you’re going to answer every time I ask you what you want?”

It was certainly better than the pretense that this was something he had a say in! He didn’t want to act out this script anymore - the script where this perversion was something it wasn’t. He didn’t want this and he was tired of feigning that he did – especially when he had to deal with growing evidence that there had to be a part of him that wasn’t merely playing along.

None of that was anything he could say. Well, he could say it but he doubted Adler would appreciate the honesty. Since he had no desire to feel what form Adler’s displeasure would take, he scrambled for some other explanation he could give and prayed that it would mollify the man.

“No. I-I … It’s just … it really makes no difference to me.” It wasn’t a lie. Where Adler defiled him tonight didn’t matter: he didn’t feel safe anywhere anymore.

The General stared at him for a long moment before something Klink wouldn’t have hesitated to identify as fondness on anyone else’s face softened his expression. “I think I may have underestimated you. You’re cleverer than I thought.” Then he grinned and slapped Klink heartily enough on the shoulder to make him wince. “And here I thought you wouldn’t be much of a challenge!”

Klink felt his eyes go wide, feeling far too bewildered to be insulted by Adler’s implied slight to his intelligence. Of all the reactions he’d expected to his, admittedly, weak resistance, this wasn’t one of them. “General?”

“Hush,” Adler ordered cheerfully. “I was worried I’d get bored but I can see I still have a ways to go with you yet.” Then he adopted a more patronizing expression and crossed his arms. “Yes, you were clever enough to find a loophole so you didn’t have to give me the answer I wanted. Bravo. However, I think now it’s time you show me that you’re clever enough not to try that little trick again.”

The condescending smile flattened into a serious line. “So, I’m going to ask you one more time: Where do you want me to take you?” His lips turned upward, creating a cruel smirk. “And remember to be precise.”

Klink had known before he’d decided to take the chance he’d taken that he’d never be able to deny Adler what he wanted for very long. How could he? The man held all the cards in this game and he got to make up the rules as he went – it was impossible for him to lose. For making such a gamble under those conditions, Klink supposed he deserved having to pay up now – if for no other reason than being foolish enough to try in the first place.

“I would rather –” a warning look from Adler made Klink stop short and reconsider his words. He didn’t sigh but his shoulders slumped as he realized that he wasn’t being given the option of taking comfort in semantics this time.

‘Just give him what he wants – you will in the end anyway.’ Besides, they were just words and Adler couldn’t possibly be stupid enough to believe he meant them. “I want,” he mouth felt dry and he swallowed with difficulty, “to …”

Now that he had to pick (he refused to think of it as a ‘choice’), he wasn’t sure where to say. It wasn’t something he’d thought he’d have to give much thought to. After giving the matter some quick deliberation (his stomach twisting as he considered certain details of what was to come), he decided to go the less painful route. Although a part of him thought he deserved pain for the way he’d reacted to all of this, he hurt enough already. “… use the bedroom.”

Adler tilted his head. “Use the bedroom for what, Wilhelm? I told you to be precise.”

Klink bowed his head and sighed softly. What had he ever done to deserve being put through all this? Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes tightly and said his line like a good little actor. “I want you to … have me in the bedroom.”

When he received no response, he looked up to see Adler smiling gently before nodding with satisfaction. “Then let’s not lose any more time – the night is wasting,” he declared, offering his hand to Klink to help him off the couch. When Klink declined it, standing on his own and finding the action easier to perform than it had been all day, Adler merely smirked.

Before Klink had a chance to do much more than marvel at the fact that he’d gotten to his feet with so little pain, Adler snaked an arm around Klink’s waist and pulled him close. “That stubbornness will get you into trouble one of these days, Wilhelm,” he warned, his voice husky, as he wrapped Klink into a tight embrace. “But I suppose I’ll miss it when you finally accept your place.”

Opening his mouth in an ill advised, but unstoppable, move to ask Adler what he was talking about, he was abruptly interrupted by Adler’s mouth mashing into his. He shuddered as Adler pulled him closer still and explored his mouth with his tongue.

A bizarre mixture of revulsion and boredom roiled through Klink’s brain as he struggled not to struggle. While he felt like he was drowning in slime, therewere no surprises here anymore – even the feeling of Adler’s erection pressing into him was becoming disturbingly familiar – and all he could do was stay still and wait for the other man to have his fill.

At last, Adler broke the kiss and relaxed his hold, his hands sliding down to rest on Klink’s hips. “You’re still fighting me,” he remarked, his tone revealing amusement and something Klink refused to term as affection. Bringing up his hand, he slowly stroked his knuckles up and down Klink’s cheek. “I can see how much you want to move away when I touch you.”

Yes, Klink despised this pretense of tenderness but the fingers on his face weren’t the reason he wanted to move away just now. It was the other man’s shifting himself ever so slightly to rub against him that really made Klink wish he was brave enough to pull away and just damn the consequences. Of course, had he been that brave when this whole mess had started, he wouldn’t be standing here now in Adler’s arms while the swine … acted like the animal he was.

No, if he’d been lucky, he would have been dead by now.

‘Would that have been so terrible?’ He started at the unbidden thought and tried, without success, to pretend it had never crossed his mind.

“Don’t be so coy, Wilhelm,” Adler chuckled, obviously noticing the start and misinterpreting its cause, “you’re the one who does this to me.” Still chuckling, he grabbed Klink’s elbow and started leading him to his bedroom. “Now, as much as I enjoy watching you squirm, we don’t have all night.”

Klink let himself be led. For all of Adler’s talk about his stubbornness, he felt drained. It was difficult to work up the energy to keep fighting when nothing he tried made any difference. He felt numb all over and he couldn’t decide whether or not this was a good thing. Sure, he was sick of feeling terrified but was feeling nothing at all much of an improvement?

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice that they’d reached their destination until Adler pushed him face down onto the bed. Klink could hear clothing rustling as he recovered from the suddenness of the fall, and he buried his face into the pillow. It appeared that the preliminaries were finally over and he was almost grateful. The sooner the beast got started, the sooner he’d finish.

Hands tugged on his boots and Klink resigned himself to what was to come. Adler would violate him and use his traitorous body against him as he whispered disgusting encouragements into his ears.
Just as he had the night before and the night before.
Klink couldn’t summon up any feeling beyond weariness at the thought. He hoped in a vague, distant way, as Adler’s hands starting pulling down his pants, that the numbness would stay with him long enough to get through this again.
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