I just wrote this section of dialogue and it makes me smile every time I read it. Yes, it is out of context but I will give you a brief synopsis of the events that led up to this monologue.

Hauptmann Wadel, yes the man from the disgusting sex scene, has arrived at his office: a black building in the middle of Paris that is surrounded by a barbed wire fence, and used to imprison / interrogate prisoners that were captured from the French partisan group called The Noblemen. Hauptmann Wadel (Say it with a southern drawl) is there to provide a special orientation for a new prisoner, a beautiful red headed women with emerald green eyes, named Annette. The jail is full and she took the place of Prisoner 138, who was just given an apple by Hauptmann Wadel as a final parting gift before his execution. Standing alongside Hauptmann Wadel is Bishop Marcel Poldi, who is aiding the Nazis in their search for the rebel leader of The Noblemen referred to simply as The White Rabbit (He / She has significant spiritual implications in the novel). This is Prisoner 145’s, or Annette’s, orientation into the Mole Hole:

“Killing German soldiers does not seem like a suitable hobby for a woman of your beauty. Ballet perhaps or even synchronized swimming, but surely not gun-play. . .  I can see you twirling about the water right now. Summer must have been a big deal for you – even bigger for the boys. But what do I know about women other than their anatomy; in that department I must admit I’m quite educated. Oh, don’t worry about the Bishop,” said Hauptmann Wadel, after seeing her eyes dart towards him, “he isn’t interested in women like I am. No, you should be focused on me.” He rolled up his sleeves as he continued. “Were you from Amiens originally or did your new hobby bring you there? Call it business if that suites you better.” Annette neither grumbled nor took her eyes off Hauptmann Wadel; she just imagined all the ways she wanted to kill him. “How rude of me asking you such questions when you can’t even answer. Well, for the sake of this orientation we’ll just leave that gag in.

“Fun fact: we haven’t washed it a single time since we began hunting you so called Nobleman, Prisoner” – he turned to Bishop Marcel Poldi and asked him what number prisoner Annette was, in German – “Prisoner 145! Can you taste their tears, Prisoner 145? Hmm, no that just doesn’t suite you; you are far too beautiful for such a lame title.” He tapped his foot on the ground in front of Annette and hummed while considering the possibilities. “Aha! I shall call you Rosanella, as I’m sure you are familiar with the tale of Rosanella. But I don’t want you to get any hopes that I might fall in love with you!” Chuckling, “That would be quite unprofessional of me, indeed.”

He paced back and forth, gathering his thoughts before continuing. “In this first session you are free to keep your secrets to yourself; I will neither pry nor insist that you divulge any information.” He bent down to her eye level, and through pure reaction she avoided his gaze. “Did your mother never teach you the importance of eye contact, Rosanella? I’ll let this first transgression slide since you are new here, but don’t you ever make me have to tell you again,” he said, more angrily than he had talked to her before. He stayed a moment, looking her over, fantasizing about her naked body and her luscious lips on his cock, but then it was back to business. “Like I said, you may keep your secrets today, but tomorrow I expect you to tell me what I want to know. Resistance sounds romantic, yes, but it will only lead to pain. For every answer you don’t give me, Bishop Poldi will have the Mole extract from your brain. It is very painful – very, very painful. Take this warning as a formality. I don’t want the Bishop and his mole to harm you, I really don’t. So it is in your best interest to obey me and answer my questions truthfully.

“I’m really quite a charmer when you get to know me, dear Rosanella. I can see it in your eyes and I feel it too: if only we had met under different circumstances. I’m sure the Bishop is just heartbroken that he will never consecrate such a beautiful match. But don’t you for a second think that we won’t share something very special here. We’ll get along famously.” A single gunshot stained the air from outside the building. It hung there, capturing everyone’s attention, until it was entirely digested. “I hope he savored it,” said Hauptmann Wadel. Annette cut Hauptmann Wadel with her eyes again, or so she wished she did, but all she accomplished was locking in his attention. “Dear Rosanella, silly girl, I was referring to savoring the apple, not the bullet.” He gently patted her cheek then added, “No need to glare unless you were thinking that I meant Wachtmeister Burger should have savored the execution. He very well might have but I’m in no position to say whether he did or not. No, all I can hope is that your friend, Feets – that’s what we called him you know – savored the apple I gave him. Food is so scarce down here after all, but that goes without saying considering it is a time of war.

“I’m going to leave you with the image of the apple tonight,” continued Hauptmann Wadel, as he began to put his jacket back on. “I simply have no appetite for punishment today. It is more of a steak and wine night if you ask me.”

About Connor Wilkins

Quickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.
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