Last Orgy of the 13th Reich
Last Orgy of the 13th Reich The muzzle of Commander Schmidt's pistol tasted of gun oil and burned powder, undercut with metallic blood and salt urine from when he had discharged it not twenty minutes before inside the subhuman woman, his favourite from among the joy division. She lay now, brown eyes staring glassily at the ceiling upon his silken sheets, midnight black hair fanned out beneath her, once lustrous skin already the colour of muddy ash. He removed the gun from his mouth with a sob, ashamed at his own cowardice as he took another swig from the bottle of cognac he held in his other hand before staggering to his feet, heading across his quarters to his desk and pushing the corpse of his radio operator from the chair. He wiped the bloody foam and the glinting remains of the last cyanide ampoule off of the polished teak with the sleeve of his uniform shirt, and read the decoded orders again. LIQUIDATE RESEARCH CAMP 9. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. ALL HAIL THE 13TH