He stroked his beard, thinking Yes, that might be the worse option; standing upright unable to relax without a spike tearing into his flesh if he slumped. Knowing her naked frail body was suffering just centimetres the other side of that beautiful burnished steel!
Herr Schmidt! Was it morning already? Hilda called out upstairs, in rising panic Herr Schmidt, where is the prisoner?
He had to refasten his trousers and adjust his clothing before going up to her, turning off the lights. The young, smartly dressed, officer brought her another cup of coffee, again politely asking if she would like sugar even though she had previously told him she didnt, then, just as politely, he asked her the names of her accomplices.
