A Story for the Group
This is the first part of the beginning of a book I was planning on writing as
a follow up to my first two books, “The Wolf Chronicles” and “The Wolf
Due to circumstances I can’t control, the third book won’t be written, but here
is a part of it.
“May 15, 1944.”
I strode imperiously into the interrogation chamber in the basement of
Gestapo headquarters, looking like a recruiting poster for muscular blonde Aryan
perfection in my fitted, immaculate uniform.
Sergeant Greywolf, the American Army paratrooper captured just hours before,
sat on the bondage chair, his legs spread wide and strapped to the legs of the
chair, while his arms were stretched over his head and fastened behind the high
back of the chair. His thick chest rose and fell with his breathing as he
watched me preparing the instruments of his impending torture.