In the four months I had worked for the Hauptscharführer, he had never laid a hand on me. Now, he did. He cupped his hand around my cheek, so gently that it brought tears to my eyes. His thumb stroked my skin the way one would touch a lover, and he met my gaze. Then he hit me so hard that he broke my jaw.
He punished her harshly to prevent his brother from hurting her worse
