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Call Me Satan: Nazi!PrussiaxSniper!Reader

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•IMPORTANT NOTICE•: MATURE CONTENT- THIS CHAPTER HAS RAPE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE. DON'T READ. And guys do realize I'm sorry (I don't support the idea of rape plus I feel guilty for writing this ><; ). I know some of you didn't want the 'forced lemon'. I didn't go full out, plus I didn't want to describe it. Because, face it, its rape and it's not the prettiest thing to read. I tried my best with this piece after my first attempt was deleted (I'm still not happy till this day). The sad thing is I still haven't learned my lesson because I wrote the new 3rd chapter on my phone... Oh well. Anyways, I hope this is good! Plus I had an idea. My thoughts and creative abilities are going dry right now so if you have any ideas of what should be in the 4th chapter comment below! I'll try to entwine those in to my newer chapters. Well, try to enjoy this. Again feedback is accepted! And if something is confusing notify me and I'll do my best to fix it!

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A light panting came from the struggling body of the girl. Her wrists gripped tightly by the hands of a monster. All she could do was pray even though now a days God was no one's savior, he belonged nowhere for he was a burden. People of war disliked thinking of such a thing but those thoughts couldn't be hidden anymore, they embroidered the minds of millions. The icing on the cake to make this world a living hell. Face it; there was no God, only Satan took a grip on the thresholds of life. You were his servant, and he was your master. There was no escaping, everyone was a puppet and they had only one sole purpose in life. And the man behind her?...Well, the girl couldn't identify his purpose on earth. Didn't he have one? Clearly Satan had a grip on his sanity. But she wondered if he was different.

No.

How could this man be different from all the other S.S. Officers? And the real problem was the girl thought this in the midst of all that was occurring. In the middle of getting raped. She guessed it was the American in her that seemed to crawl out of its hole and put on a show, actually...no, it couldn't be that. It was something different.

It had to be something though... Maybe it was just her?

However, she didn't want to hurt the man for she showed some pity on his behalf even though many of her fellow soldiers would put a gun to his head in the blink of an eye.

But why? He was like a dog infected with the disease called rabies. The virus taking hold of his thoughts, the albino was being possessed. The nationality within him was just as bad for that was the virus. Many soldiers carried the disease and their leader was the vector, they got the shit from him.

From Hitler.

Soon a sudden shove broke her thoughts as she was forced to the snow ridden ground, her face going numb with cold as the ice crystals melted against her clammy cheeks.

She wasn't going to struggle this time around; the girl was going to let it happen for maybe in the end the outcome could change fate. She didn't exactly know. But she continued to tell herself this; at least she wasn't dead yet, even though the thoughts of going into a blissful slumber sounded magnificent at the moment. All of her suffering, all of her pain. Humiliation. Gone.

But wait, there was no lord, no God, no savior. She would just become restless for there wouldn't be any where to go. She'd be a lingering corpse without purpose. She'd be like the albino that was now towering over her. She didn't want to be like him, so heartless and cruel and shallow to the point of no return.

Suddenly the groan of leather sounded behind her as the man flexed his gloves, then following right after they were placed on the inside of her thighs forcing her legs apart. The numbing air was now lapping at her whole body. Everything. Exposed.

When she kept her legs pressed tightly to one another it insulated the heat, now all of it was whisked away and the coolness took over making her shiver. Yet she was expecting something right afterwards, to be honest she had no idea what she wanted. The cold was gnawing at her but the thought of him taking her virginity was a horror in itself. Maybe if he took this tiny act a little further she'd get back to her warmer state.

Hah, what a silly thought.

But suddenly the certain desire to start an altercation sprouted into her mind: she was American why was she letting this happen? She had the strength didn't she? The strength to resist such futile actions and wants. Why, she was practically blind to her own thoughts and emotions. Was she scared? Scared? She couldn't be scared. Why would she be scared? No. She was lying to herself for she was terrified.

She attempted to lift her head but was soon forced back down by a large hand. Her face shoved into the crisp flakes beneath her once more. Maybe if he was reckless enough he would suffocate her, which would be better than this. To die restlessly against the snow, with every inhale being a blizzard itself. She could die like this... But if she lived what would she say to her mother back home? What would she say to her brother? What? There had to be a logical answer somewhere. There just had to be.

I'm cold...

A light tug composed itself within her locks as she lay limp and vulnerable. She wanted him to stop, to let her go... But sadly that would never be the case since she could already feel the overwhelming pain that took over her lower regions as the man shoved himself deep inside of her. A sudden gasp breaking her lips as she held herself from squirming. But she was the only one who seemed to be accumulating this amount of pain for the officer had already started the sharp movement of his own hips.

A predatory grin soon slunk across the albino's lips as he slid his hands up to grab the girl's curvaceous form. The way her frail body quivered under his as he pulled in and out only brought more satisfaction and drive. What should someone expect from a power hungry S.S. Officer?... Exactly. This was bound to happen but in the back of Gilbert's mind he knew this was low, that he shouldn't be doing this. It was inhumane.

Yet he didn't know how to really process the moment. The girl, even though she was American, wasn't fighting back not to mention she was doing a good job with holding back any noises that threatened to bash through the walls of her lips.

He wanted to hear her scream, he could care less if it was due to pleasure or if she was in pain. As long as he heard her cries he would be satisfied.

So with that thought in his mind he switched up the rhythm just a tad bit, he was treating her more harsh now. Like she was a simple rag doll that had no meaning, that didn't even have a soul. But he knew deep down inside he was wrong, deep, deep down. Yet he was still indulging in it. It was wrong. But the loss of control was already in his favor for his throbbing manhood urged him on. It begged for the girl's body that was forcibly rooted to the ground in front of him. Still there was a tinge of doubt, but along with doubt was something else, something more that was supposed to hold importance... For god's sake, what was it?

The girl, however, was blank of thoughts. It felt as if her brain was slush, her whole body numb with confusion and pain and cold. Why couldn't she just pass out and let him rid her body of warmth? That's all she truly wanted. Was that too much to ask for? Well, that's what it seemed like for there was no way in hell he would let her go and she wasn't passing out anytime soon.  

She had to find some sort of strength, but by every passing second the albino kept thrusting deep and deeper. And finally he was rewarded with a loud whimper, she could no longer hold in the pain that she was enduring. And no, it wasn't the physical aspect of it, it was the mental.

Mentally she was scarred but she wanted to give the man some sort of chance at real humanity. But this wasn't some attribute found in Americans; this attribute would be despised by any of the allies. Even she agreed on despising it but her heart told her other things, even though he was a Nazi with dark ambitions there had to be some slice of humanity left in him.

Soon her body jerked forward as his thrusts greatened in force, her sudden pants of exhaustion filling the air around them. She could feel the tension; she could feel the knot in her stomach. That needy and unholy knot that seemed to tighten with each movement of the albino. She could feel the certain anticipation of his manhood as he continued his motives; he was going to work until he got what he wanted from her.

What he wanted was to hear her scream; it made him feel like he had sustained more power. Like he was in control.

So to make things more interesting he leaned forward and let the warm air of his breath tickle the crevice between her neck and shoulder as his leather covered hands drifted over her frost nipped skin all the way to her front. Immediately his right hand latched onto her breast and started to knead the soft mound. With each rotating motion a gasp or whimper flooded the air around them.

Being touched by such a vial thing mentally and physical reverberated throughout her thoughts as she let her body be molded under his gropes. She allowed this yet at the same time she wanted to struggle. To say no. To put up a fight.

Yes. A fight.

Finding her own courage that had slipped from her fingers she growled, "S-Stop!" And by her own surprise he listened to the weak order for he stopped his movements. His body hesitant on an answer, his lower half urging him on with that throbbing anticipation while his upper half combated the sickly intentions. But after a moment of contemplating his next plan he pulled out. However his new found position was uncomfortable, all the arousal that was yet to be released still built up inside of his body.

For the girl, well that overwhelming knot seemed to dissipate. That horrid feeling of him being inside her was now gone. And it was all due to a stereotypical order usually given off by a weak victim of rape. But the thing was...he actually obeyed. Why was that? After everything, he actually listened?

For Gilbert, he knew he pushed things too far. Way too far to be exact. It wasn't human, none of this was. It was Nazi nationality that clouded his mind. That told him to do something so disgusting. But why?

Grunting he loosened his grip on her chest then backed away from her form, a soft zip soon sounding through the same chilled area around them. Soon relief was cast upon the girls face, however she remained rooted.

There was still fear lingering in her thoughts, fear that he would do something worse. But instead of feeling pain she felt something heavy being draped over her body resulting in a startled jolt.

"Put that on before I change my mind and shoot you." He hissed as he nudged her leg with his boot, his body still being racked with the aftershock of lingering pleasure. For him it was extremely uncomfortable but what else could he do? Finishing the job by using the girl was a waste of time due to her lack of noise; it just didn't seem to satisfy him. And to cease the pleasure himself wasn't exactly one of his best ideas.

The girl, however, still occupied her spot on the frosted ground. The object slowly dripping warmth into the supple skin of her back.

Gingerly lifting a frost nipped hand she felt the edge of the object between her stiff fingers. The fibers rubbed against the grooves of her chapped skin.

It must be that coat he was wearing from before. It seemed heavy enough too and it felt like the lining on the inside of the leather coat was made of wool.

Retrieving it from her own body she weakly stood. Her eyes darting up and down the piece of clothing. It seemed big enough to cover her exposed flesh which meant the greatcoat was promising in its feat. But something still tugged at her hands and arms weighing them down with expense. It was the clouding fear that surrounded her body.

It made her stiff, her muscles contorting into their straining form. And every motion was laced with lethargy, agony, and desperation. The way she felt was very salient because the albino eyed her in a very irritated fashion.

That feeling of fear was never going to leave the depths of her mind for what happened was engraved everywhere. It was written in detail on the inside of her eyelids, skull, hands, feet, chest...

"Come here." He ordered with a bark, but all that was returned was a look from the girl. In all honesty the only thing Gilbert wanted to do now was prevent her from getting frostbite. He could already tell from the red splotches that bloomed over her hands and feet that she had frostnip. He had to cover her up. But why- after everything- would he want to do such an act? Was it his true self revolting against his Nazi counterpart?

Before the war he wasn't this cruel, he was a happy-go-lucky type of guy. He wanted to blame his brother for the loss of that attribute because he was the one who brought Nazi pride within their home. Ludwig caused this horrendous ordeal, for Gilbert was fighting two battles, both were against himself.

But playing the blame game wasn't an option. Declaring a scapegoat was no more.

The girl blinked and clutched to the fabric of her newly found attire. Why would he give her this? He just raped her, it didn't seem right. "Why?" She croaked, her eyes going glassy as confusion swept over her thoughts.

He couldn't help but give another predatory smirk, "Because you're mein, ja. I caught you and zhe last zhing I need is you getting frostbite. Plus I don't vant zhat pretty little body of yours getting cold, fräulein." He bared another step forward, that crazed look sweeping over his features. Gilbert didn't really have any more intentions of hurting her, well there was the fact of finishing what he started but he'd pick up on that later for the feeling he always seemed to crave died down.  

She grabbed the edges of the jacket and pulled them tight around her form, her expression showed fear and hurt, sadness and despair, but most of all; blind rage. It poisoned her bloodstream. It took over her body.

"You know what," she hissed deeply and took a half step forward forgetting the tears that pricked the corner of her eyes, "you're a fuckin' coward. Pulling a war out of your pocket like its nothing!" She was disgusted with the actions that were evident, "It won't solve your problems! Why can't you see that?"

The albino that resided in front of her allowed his expressions to melt into nothingness. Why did she have to be right? Why? The rhetorical question kept banging at the front of his skull, it wanted freedom. It wanted to be heard. And even if it looked like the girl's words and notions had no effect on him it was a lie. For they did. Those little scribbles of exasperation that leaked from those lips of hers were very...plainspoken in a sense. Wasn't he doing the right thing? This is what they taught him. It had to be right, it just had to.

"Vhy is it any of your concern?" He asked, this time his voice flattening in response.

What was this girl even trying to get at? There was no way someone could change his mind on the situation, he was a Nazi and if he betrayed his Führer... Well let's just say the albino had no desire to think such thoughts.

After moments of silence he took a step forward, the nothingness that clouded his features flipped over and curled into something of amusement. The girl reacted. She stiffened and took a step back out of pure abhorrence. However she regained her courage and stood still, those chilled palms stinging under their current condition and the fact her nails were digging into the frost nipped skin didn't roll in her favor.

She couldn't take this nonsense anymore, it was too much. The cold, the bullshit that was rolling of his lips...she had lost her patience. "Because... You'll never win. The Allies-"

The albino dropped the amused look once more and interrupted her statement, "Save it Mädchen. I'm already aware of vhats bound to happen. I knew zhat vhen I signed up. I'm not stupid, ja." He narrowed those burgundy orbs and eyed her carefully.

"Then why-"

"I said save it!" Gilbert hissed.

The girl looked at him, his facial features askew as he stared at her. She was utterly confused, was that-...no... There couldn't be cracks within that S.S. stature... They weren't bred that way. Maybe the man was a defect. A glitch in the system?

As she thought, her mind was completely oblivious to the soft murmurs of snow crunching underneath giant boots. The only thing that managed to shove her out of the trance was the strong grip that was strewn upon her bicep. She jumped and went to pull herself away but the thought of the previous episode was laced amongst her thoughts. What if he tried to rape her again? Luckily he listened to her simple request the first time, but if it happened again mercy would be no more.

Speaking of mercy he didn't seem to show any when he gave a harsh tug to her arm notifying what direction they needed to head.

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Nightfall fell over the camp; the glinting stars mocked the crystallized ice that caked over the snow. Some soldiers roamed about, some flocking to different look outs, others to stations. Some medics rushed about to help the wounded. Some soldiers headed out into the unknown leaving other's to occupy their tents.

However the girl from before sat outside in the snow, her feet wrapped in gauze and huge military boots covering them. Her hands resembled the same, for frostnip set in leaving the girl with stinging palms. The medic decided it would be best to wrap up the areas in a soft fabric temporarily for he had more pressing matters to attend to.

And the Commander was somewhere in the camp working on developing the next set of tactics for his division. In the girl's eyes that was only a simple task even though it had to deal with lining things up with some sort of strategy.

And all the while she was alone. Left to her own mind. To her own thoughts and visions. Left to wonder what would happen next. She was finally...alone.

Alone?

What a silly word.

But it gave her a little too much time to think. A little too much time for her curiosities and thoughts to roam.

Speaking of that she started to wonder about the condition of her hands. The medic said to keep them covered as much as possible to stop the condition from worsening.

So she shoved one of her hands into the albino's greatcoat pocket and under the warmth of wool she felt a slip of paper.
Hey y'all! ^^ Here's the next chapter! Yea I know, it took me a while to get this up =3= sorry about that. I'm sure you heard the news that this is the second time I've written this chapter. The first one I wrote was deleted on accident. Merrr... Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! It took a lot of thinking because I'm trying to slowly make Gilly realize being a Nazi is ruining him as a person. I hope I'm not making it escalate too quickly. That's why it took me forever to write this because I kept finding holes in between words and what not. Not to mention I was setting the stage for the next chapter.

Well, moving on.

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I have a couple more important things to address and I want everyone to read this carefully. The Holocaust is something that has impacted the world for generations. I just want everyone to realize that survivors of such a horrible action are depleting. Many are passing away due to old age. Do you know what that means? We no longer have the real embodiments of that time period. That precious history is fading away and the Holocaust is on the brink of being forgotten. Please don't let this happen. I'm begging you. Do something in remembrance. Yea, I may not know any of the Jews who were sent to such horrid places but why does it matter? If you think about it we are all family. You should treat them like brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, grandparents...

Never forget them. It irritates me how some parents don't inform their children about what happened long ago. I also hate how people think its a hoax.

Listen, there is way to much evidence proving it was real. For example: the survivors, the ruins of old Concentration Camps, the documents...

If any of you think the Holocaust never happened... Shame on you. And now I'm not afraid to express my side of an argument. I don't care if it starts an uproar because what was said is true.

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Anyways- *claps hands together*

I'm going to move on from the depressing topic!

I want to thank everyone for reading! It means a lot!

Like always thanks for the llamas, favs, etc.

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Part 1:
The Rat Amongst Men
Part 2: Point Blank
Part 3: You are here! Meow :3 
Part 4: Coming Soon!

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