Cold hearts

Chapter 1: The Trophy

"Where am I?

It's dark..."

Forced to stand onto her feet, Julchlen rose- keeping a proud posture. She refused to feel humiliated, as she started to hear chattering all around her. She wasn't sure where she was as she shivered, her bare skin exposed to god knows how many people- she hated it. She couldn't look weak however, she was a Beilshcmidt. To be treated like this was unforgivable, did they know who she was? Her brother was Commander.

A man started to make an announcement, grabbing her arm when doing so as to show her off. The blindfold made it impossible to see him, but if she could she'd glare daggers at him- gritting her teeth she tensed up. She couldn't make out what he was saying, Soviets. It would be a miracle if she made it out alive, by the sounds of whatever game they were playing. She may just prefer death.

The man shoved her forward, Julchens foot grazing what felt like a cliff. A stage or platform she figured- biting her lip she took a small step back to avoid falling into the crowd- she could swear someone grabbed her ankle. She was a war trophy, the thought made her sick to her stomach.

"Arschloch...Lassen Sie mich los!" She knew it was pointless as she shouted to be let go, but she couldn't go down like this all she could make out was laughter as she was pulled into crowd, she could feel herself pressed against a man and struggled- bringing her arms up to start throwing punches. She'd never let herself appear weak, despite being a woman. But now, she really did feel defenceless. "Let go of me!!"

"Ostanovi eto!" Julschlen could feel the man tense up at the sound of an order, their head in commander maybe? The rest of the conversation was lost to her, as the crowd around her seemed to be mumbling under their breathes, her arms were let go of. And she quickly moved to hold up her bound hands over her chest.

"Do you speak English?" The question seemed to be directed at her, though the person definitely wasn't an Englishman, his thick Russian accent was a quick give away.

"Ja... I speak English." Though she could hardly talk about accents, her own was just as thick.

"Da? Good we can communicate then." His voice was familiar, she couldn't quite place it as she felt two hands move behind her head, her initial instinct was to retract- though he seemed to be untying the blindfold. So she stayed still.

Opening her eyes, her gaze rotated around her, she was surrounded by soviet troops sure enough. It was more than enough to make her feel uneasy, she was spoils from the enemy, they'd taken Berlin and her with it. She didn't need to ask what their intentions were, that much was obvious.

Lastly she looked up at the one who had removed her blindfold, he was tall; even for a Soviet, he was familiar, tall with broad shoulders and icy blond hair. If he wasn't a soviet he just might've been her type. She just couldn't place where she'd seen him.

"Red eyes... You're the Prussian."

Jul tilted her head and grinned a bit "So you've heard of me huh~? No surprise I did kick soviet ass more than a few times."

The blond kept his smile, though it didn't come off as being very friendly. "For a woman in your position you sure have a big mouth." Julchen glared slightly at the comment, she couldn't say much though, for once she felt defenceless.

"In mein position? Und was is that exactly?" She grinned nervously, knowing full well what her position here was. "If it's being your fancy trophy I won't take part. I'd rather kill mein self!" The stories of what happened when the Soviets concurred were well feared in Germany, tell that they pillaged, raped and conquered were well known. Which is why many people in the regime if they hadn't already run away, were swallowing cyanid.

"Would you now?" Jul choked, feeling a strong grip around her throat as the man lifted her into the air. Pulling her in with a smile he spoke against her ear, close enough that she could feel the heat from his breath. "If you want to die so badly that can be arranged~."

Kicking in her struggle Julchen gasped, she didn't want to die. Even if she knew her life now would be hell- she didn't wanna die not yet. She needed to survive, because she wasn't fearless. She feared disappearing. "N-Nein.." Was all she could manage to plead as she looked into his cold violet eyes, she was becoming dizzy but her plead seemed to be satisfactory to him as a smirk grew on his lips. "Good~" He didn't bother to set her down gently as he let go of her neck, letting her fall to the floor.

Jul could barley breathe as she sat herself up, coughing harshly when trying to catch her breath. Her throat felt like it was on fire, trying to keep her image however she rose to her feet slowly so that she could look her enemy in the eye, though her glare was weak.

The commander turned again to speak, demanding something of those around him, because of the language barrier Jul didn't know what the command was until she was offered a jacket from a soldier. She didn't wanna accept anything from them, but she was getting tired of being stared at. Being the centre of attention was more humiliating than empowering right now.

Without giving any sign of gratitude Jul snatched the jacket between her tied hands- she couldn't do much with the jacket like this. Though the blond seemed smart enough to realize that much and cut the rope from her wrists. "What do you say~?"

Jul glared, no way was she gonna thank him; giving her another dude's jacket didn't make him any less of a jerk. Instead she said nothing with the jacket held over her chest. Seeing this he pulled her closer by her hair. "What do you say?"

Wincing, Jul bit her lip. "Danke bastard." The man said nothing and snickered before letting go of her hair. Julchen scowled and averted her gaze as she pulled the jacket over herself, buttoning up the front. A soviet jacket. She wanted to puke.

"I have a car, you'll be riding back with me."

Jul wasn't sure what she was feeling. Relief? She was nervous about what exactly he had planned for her, but no matter how she looked at it. Anything was better than being gang raped. "...Fine"

"Good~ Julchlen da? The Beilshimidt General's sister." The fact that he knew about her brother made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "....Ja" Being shoved along Jul was forced to follow behind the Russian as they walked to the car.

"W-Welcome back Mr. Braginski." The driver, a baltic man with long hair greeted upon them arriving, he flushed upon seeing Julchen in nothing but a jacket. Julchen wasn't embarrassed, she never cared much about nudity. Though, she did feel uncomfortable being looked at given the situation.

"Privet. Take us back."

" You." He turned to Jul "Sit in the back with me" Julchen shuddered, what did this guy want out of her? Probably the same as the ones he just "saved" her from. Or worse. "Ja... Right." Being outside with bare legs, Jul was quick to feel cold, she'd do her best to not show that though through the car ride.