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When I woke up everything was blurry. I moaned turning to my side.

"Adalia? Adalia, wake up."

I opened my eyes to the sound of my name. It was Naomi.

"Naomi?" I look around. We were in a small dark room, with two beds.

"You could've told me you had red hair. Maybe we could've cut it off before he came. Not that it would've saved me, but you never know. Now were both in the devils den."

"What do you mean?"

"The commander picked you. Then because you were so hurt he had to pick someone else, and he picked me, just my luck by the way."

"I'm sorry." I said.

"It's fine, I just- I hate them. So much, it hurts. " Tears showed in her eyes, threatening to spill out. All this time she seemed strong and accepting of this…all of this. But she was just as ruined as all of us. She was still human; she was just a teenage girl like me. She was scared and so was I. She was mad and so was I. And now we were both in a monsters cave.

"It'll be okay." I said. "We'll be fine."

She smiled. "You're a good liar."

"So how long have I been out?"

"A day, only. If it was more they'd probably take you to the infirmary. The Commander kicked you really hard."

"I feel it."

I lifted my self with my forearm. "My whole body hurts-"

Naomi went up her bed, going small against the corner, as the door opened. It was the solider that hates me.

"Good you're awake." His eyes quickly went down my body. "Come on." He said in the coldest voice I had ever heard.

I swallowed the pain and followed him. We went down stairs to a grand room, with big windows and curtains of silk for a second I thought the important man; the Commander was Hitler himself, but it wasn't. It was very close though.

"Well." He said, sitting up. His brown hair was hanging into his eyes, with a glass cup in his hand; with what I was sure was wine. His blue eyes stared at me intently, sending waves of shock through my spine. "Welcome."

When he said nothing else, I nodded. "Thank you?"

"Knut, leave." The Commander ordered.

I didn't look at him but 'Knut' as he was called did a movement I could hear and left.

He stood up. "What is your name?"

"Adalia."

"Are you mixed?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, I am a full Soviet Union Jew."

He walked around me, slowly, examining me.

"Where did you get you're your hair form?"

"My father, but he's dead."

"How did he die?"

"Your men killed him."

"Are you married Adalia?"

"No." I said.

"Here you will, clean, cook and serve. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now serve me more wine."

I nodded getting the bottle pouring the wine in. It was white wine.

When I turned the Commander was staring at me intently.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He whispered.