23rd June 1940. I walked through the barren streets of Paris, the skies were painted a morose grey colour. I was returning from church that morning, walking past the Eiffel Tower in the process. How bad of a choice was that. Making eye contact with Nazi soldiers could guarantee you a beating, but meeting him is the worst possible luck in the world. Do you want to know what’s worse that that? When he actually points you out, starts talking to you very casually and you understand him because you know German.
He looked my way, I felt his cold gaze upon me, sending shivers down my spine.
“Hallo!” He called out. I froze. A few seconds later, a stern, loud voice yelled,
“Face the Führer when he is talking to you, Untermensch!” ‘Untermensch’ was a derogatory term used by the Nazis when talking about anyone who is a non-supporter of the III Reich. I slowly turned on the spot to face him. Next to him is a group of tall Nazi soldiers. I felt my heartbeat quickening rapidly. I walked slowly over to them with my head down. Once I stood before him, I said what was required of me.
“H- Hallo, m- mein Führer…” I struggled to speak.
“You are a most beautiful Dame. You have mesmerising blue eyes and flowing blonde hair. What is your name?” He asked.
“J- Jeanne Cendres.” I reply quietly.
“A beautiful name which perfectly suits a beautiful lady.” I looked up at him in disbelief, but I quickly put my head down in fear of getting hurt.
“You do not need to hide your beauty.” He said. “How well can you cook, clean and do other chores required of a maid?” I was very scared of where this conversation was going.
“I- I guess I’m good at all of them…” I replied, my voice was slowly fading away.
“Wunderbar! You will become my new maid!”
“Mein Führer,” One of the soldiers stepped out. “You don’t even know if she’s a Jude.” ‘Jude’ was the German word for ‘Jew’.
“Ja, you have a point.” He turned to me. "Bist du ein Jude?”
“Nein.” I replied, my face not portraying any shade of doubt. He seemed to notice this.
“Stay here with me, you will be coming with me to my Alpine retreat to work as my new maid. My soldiers will grab your things for you, where do you live?” My heartbeat almost stopped when I heard that. I kind of wished it had stopped.
That same afternoon, we departed by train to the border between what used to be Austria and Germany. From there, we went to a beautiful holiday home. It had three floors, including the ground floor, and the outside had a combination of black wood and classic white walls. It had three balconies from what I could see and looked pretty much barren; there was no one to be seen anywhere in the surrounding area. I walked by his side, escorted by about twelve soldiers.
“Welcome to your new home.” He whispered to me and smiled. I faked a warm smile in response.
“Thank you, mein Führer.” I said. Of course, what I meant was ‘Thanks for ruining my life, you bloody idiot.’
When we entered, he and I were greeted by three other maids. All of them had different accents, although I could tell that one of them was French. They all had their hair in buns and wore black and white clothing. The soldiers handed me my luggage (a large brown leather suitcase), but before I followed the maids to the servant quarters, he said,
“Oh nein, you won’t be sleeping with them. Follow me.” He led me to the top floor, on which was a spacious bedroom with a sizable bed. On each side of the bed was a small table, but only one had a few items on it. The other was empty. Opposite the white bed was a large window and a door which led to a balcony. On either side of the door were two dark brown Oak wardrobes. The walls were a wooden light brown colour.
“You will be sleeping here.” He said.
“B-but mein Führer, aren’t you sleeping here?” I asked.
“Yes. You’ll be sleeping with me.” Then, my heart stopped beating and I fainted, smashing my head loudly onto the wooden floor. While I was unconscious, a thought popped into my head.
Should I kill myself, or should I kill him?
I woke up on the white bed in the same room I fainted in. The three maids leaned over the bed to look at me.“Are you ok?” The blonde one asked. “Yeah, I guess.” I replied, my voice was extremely weak.
“I think now would be a good way to introduce ourselves.” The black-haired one said. The other two nodded.
An introduction after I just woke up from fainting? Yes, it is the best possible time to introduce yourselves to me. I thought.
“My name is Kasia.” The blonde said. “I’m from Poland.”“I am Henriette.” The brunette said. “I’m French.”“And my name is Klara. I’m come from Germany.” The black-haired one said.
“Jeanne… Cendres… Pleasure to meet you…” I struggled to reply.
“Why did you faint?” Klara asked.
Boy, you are nosy. I thought.
“The Führer introduced me to a very shocking proposition, though it seems the fall has made me forget what it was.” I said. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell them that I’m getting in bed with my future boss. It’s bad enough I’ve drawn this attention to myself this quickly. Suddenly, I heard footsteps climbing up the door. I quickly threw myself to my side of the bed - the one with the empty table - and pretended to be asleep. The three maids seemed to understand me.
“Is she asleep already?” The Führer asked. I had a feeling that the maids nodded. This was because he sighed in response, but I still had a shadow of a doubt.
“Go to your quarters.” He ordered after a moment of silence. The maids left and I felt him slowly sliding under the bed.
“Gute Nacht, lieber Jeanne.” He whispered into my ear.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading this! I would love if you could review this so that I could improve this story. I hope you enjoyed this story and look forward to the next chapter! - DragonNoir