Fixing up the first few chapters before posting new ones. There may be chapters added between the existing ones so watch out for that. Also one major change from the old story is that all German dialogue will be written in italics instead of actually translating them to German.

Disclaimer:Any of the recognizable charaters do not belong to me.

Chapter One

I walked home along the streets of Kielce like usual. The January air nipped at my face and I pulled my winter jacket tighter around me. My book bag weighed heavily on my back as I neared my home, glancing behind me to make sure no one was following. There was no reason for this since I knew I didn't look suspicious. After all I had blue eyes and blonde hair; my jacket was clear from the yellow Star of David as well. But ever since the middle of last year and our family took in a small family of Jews I became fearful of being caught. I knew what we were doing was right; however that didn't stop the chill that ran down my spine every time I thought of the possibility of the Nazi's ever finding out. We would be harshly punished. That's what my mother told me anyways.

Entering the house, I hung my jacket on the hook and took off my shoes. I walked into the kitchen kissing my mother on the cheek before taking the small plate of bread and cheese up the stairs. I turned to the left and slid my fingers into the tiny crack under the furnace and pulled, revealing the hiding place only my family knew existed. Three pairs of deep chocolate eyes met my sapphire ones gratefully. "Hello, Greta," I smiled at the eldest Jew, handing over the food.

"Hello, Chloe," she smiled a thank you and gave each of her small children something to eat. Greta had two daughters, Lilly and Anne. Their father died when the war first broke out, and they have been on the run ever since. Greta was thirty, and her two children of ages seven and ten, could hardly live life on the run. That's when my mother and father decided to take them in.

The smell of roasted duck and mashed potatoes wafted up from my plate as my father finished leading my mother and me in prayer. He started up a conversation about his day while I ate graciously. My fork dropped when a loud bang on the door. Fear instantly filled me when I saw my father's face. "Open up!" A deep, intimidating voice shouted through the door.

"Chloe, go and hide," my father said getting up from table. Without a second thought, I ran up the stairs and into my room. I locked my door before flying underneath my bed. I heard shuffling downstairs and some banging.

"Where are they!?" I heard some more pounding and mumbling. "Fine! Let me just say that I warned you!" More banging. Then I heard footsteps going upstairs and my breath hitched. I knew the people in my home were Nazis and they wanted Greta. That's when I heard the furnace being ripped off the wall. Moments later two adolescent screams were heard and I forced my eyes shut digging my nails into the hard wood floor beneath me. It was then that I knew my parents and the hidden family would be taken. I just hopped that they wouldn't find me.

A few minutes later I knew I had no hope. The sound of my door breaking down caused me to freeze trying to stay hidden. But nothing could stop the shriek of surprise I let out as hands grabbed my ankles. As I was being pulled out from under my bed I flailed my arms about trying to grab something and escape. To no avail I was forcefully pulled to my feet. When I met the eyes of my capturer, I had to look away for the look of triumph in his eyes sickened me.

He grabbed my wrists tightly and gathered them behind my back leaving bruises before leading me down the stairs and throwing me on the floor in the living room. That's when I noticed there were three men there. My father was slumped on the floor with my mother next to him. They both had bruises forming on their faces and I grimaced from the sight. Greta, Lilly, and Anne were gathered and one of the men had his foot on top of Greta's head. Tears welded up in my eyes as anger threatened to battle my fear. I hated that these men treated us like trash, but knew that revealing this would only cause me more trouble.

All of us were forced into a tiny car and taken to a train station. I knew, my life would never be the same. Almost immediately my father, Lilly, and Anne were taken away from the group. My mother, Greta, and I, were put into a line, and all I could do was see faces. I grabbed my mother's hand as we were all shoved into a cattle car. We got the place be the door, which was lucky considering that women were packed, standing from wall to wall. As the train started moving, I was already sweating and glad for my spot next to the door.

I didn't know what day it was. Everything was dark. Even by the door I could hardly breathe, and the stench of decaying bodies and human waste burned my noise. Over half the car I was in was dead, including Greta. My mother was getting sick, yet refused to switch spots with me so she could get fresh air. I worried how much longer she would live, and if any of us left on the train would end up alive after the trip. I wondered if that was point. Perhaps it was.

Later that day the train stopped. All I hoped was that wherever we were, the worst was over. Yet when the door to my car was yanked opened, I swallowed hard knowing I should have known better then to think that it wouldn't get worse. The smell of decaying bodies was replaced with a new smell that was almost unbearable. The sight of seeing tall, muscular men startled me. I knew these men weren't safe.

The one who opened my car grabbed my wrist and I knew it would leave fresh bruises over my yellowing ones. I refused to show any emotion. I was the first one out, followed by my mom, and was led to a table where two more men were sitting. One was older, probably middle aged. The other was my age. He had black hair and emerald eyes, and his body was built. I looked away quickly, hoping I wouldn't be punished any more for gawking at a man that held my fate. That's when the man holding onto my wrist spoke in a language I didn't understand.

"These two blondes helped out the Jews. They go straight to the gas chambers," he said. A chill ran down my spine, knowing deep down that whatever was being said wasn't good. "Too bad though because the little one is cute." As he spoke he free hand slid down my body and groped my butt. I turned green and swallowed the vomit that threatened to come up.

"Stop!" someone replied. My head snapped to notice that the one I was gawking at earlier had spoken. "I want the little one."

"I knew you would warm up to the idea eventually, Souza. Having your own personal slave is just what you need!" the eldest one spoke. I was pulled off to the side, and my mother was lead to start a line of Jews. That's when I dared to speak.

"Where's my mother going?" my voice was hoarse and even startled myself.

"She going to take a shower, she doesn't look too well," the older one told me and I nodded. But something seemed off by the way the one with emerald eyes tensed.

After awhile two lines were formed, the right looked full of sick, weak woman and were lead to what I assumed were the showers. The left was lead with me to a little hut by the dark haired man and the old man. I was the first inside and was forced to sit in a chair as my arm was tied to the arm of the chair. In front of me was a table with a book with name and ages. "Name?" The older one barked at me.

"Chloe Saunders."

"Date of birth?"

"April 6th, 1925." I would be sixteen in only a few months. That is if I lived that long. Then the one who looked to be my age took out a little package from the table and set it up. I knew instantly it was a tattoo gun, and my eyes started to gather water. He positioned the needle above my forearm and looked into my eyes before he turned it on.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. I was confused for a second but my thoughts were interrupted by pain. I couldn't move, so instead I watched as the needle permanently wrote "Souza-00001". When I was done being branded, which was what I assumed just happened, I was put into the corner of the room while the others got their number. I was surprised to see that no one else had letters on their arm, just very large numbers that seemed to be going up systematically. And unlike me, they were taken outside and into another little hut while I just stood in the little corner.

After everyone was done being branded, the two German's packed up, and I was the only outsider left in the room. "Good work today,Souza! I will be sure to inform Davidoff of your new little friend," the oldest one spoke and winked at me. I shrunk back into the corner, but then I noticed something. The name Souza, it was the same name as on my arm."Now go home and have yourself a nice night!"

"You too sir." He then came over to me and grabbed my wrist. I shrunk back into myself until I realized that his grasp wasn't hard like everyone else's. Instead, a warm tingle ran up my arm and to my toes as I was lead outside and along a path.

The path lead right trough a camp filled with people in stripped clothing. They had sunken faces and looked like death. I was afraid for them, but they all looked at me as if I was the one in danger. The only thing I could think of was that my escort had a horrible reputation. But I continued with him down the path and into another little camp. The houses here didn't look that bad. There were men in uniform everywhere, and it seemed that these were the houses they lived in. But why would I be back here?

A scream erupted from one of the houses, and I flinched at the high pitched scream of a tortured woman. I looked up to notice that some of houses had young women outside, they didn't look as sickly but they had bruises and wounds all over their bodies. My escort would nod to some of the men and other would give me dirty looks as if undressing me with their eyes. I shuttered and was thankful when we came to our stop.

The door swung open to reveal two double beds and a small kitchen. There were two closets and another door that led to a bathroom. When the door was shut behind me I was set on the bed and released. I didn't know what was going to happen to me, but kept my mouth shut to stay out of trouble. A large shirt was thrown onto the bed next to me and I looked at it questionably. "Put that on," he wasn't looking at me. He was in the kitchen but his voice sounded firm so I took off my clothes and put on the shirt as instructed. Thankfully it was big enough to go down to my knees. "I'm sorry about your mother," he looked into my eyes and gave me a glass of water.

"What do you mean? I thought she was going to shower?" I took the water and carefully took a sip. After realizing it was okay I chugged the rest of it thankfully.

"That's what they say, but the right line gets led to a part of the camp for testing and execution. They never last more than a week."

"And what about me? Why am I the only one to come with you?"

"That's my last name," he flipped my arm over and pointed to the tattoo. "That means you're mine. You were going to be executed so I told them I wanted you as my slave. That's what all these women are here, slave. Mainly sex slaves," I winced, that's why everyone looked at me sympathetically.

"A-a-am I going to b-be a sex slave?" I looked down at the shirt he gave me horror.

"No. But that's what everyone will think you are," he said firmly looking into my eyes. "You have to do as I say. I promise that I will get you out of here alive. You just have to behave until the war ends and someone releases the camps."

"Why me? Why save me?"

"I don't know the answer to that yet," he replied.