After getting labeled with a letter and a set of numbers on their wrists, they were led to that dug out ditch, where Chauntel's first suspicions were again like the last, confirmed. It was more or less a prison, except that inside there were no guards. The walls were made up of thick concrete, and beyond that was stone. The prison was more or less underground, so even if someone had decided to try to break out, not only would they have to break through stone going upward, but they'd end up inside the wall with the guards in the turrets anyway, so it'd be fairly pointless. One thing Chauntel noticed was the sand-covered ground.

What happened when it rained was one question Chauntel had, but at this moment in time was far too afraid to ask. Once Chauntel was inside the apparently very small prison the first thing she noticed was the smell. It smelled like a mix of rotting shit and urine mixed with dirt and decaying bodies. Chauntel instantly felt like she wanted to throw up. As she continued to stare from where she was at to the outside world, despite the myriad of people whom were screaming to be let out, only to have rocks chucked at them by the guards, an old man with salt and pepper hair had come up silently behind her.

Not realized to Chauntel, her right hand was over her stomach, and she was hunched over just slightly in her daze. Almost as if it were in some dream, she had vaguely felt a hand on the right side of her back. This had caused her to both jump and scream slightly in about the same motion, all the while turning to see what had just happened. Needless to say, Chauntel was back in reality and now staring at an elderly man whom appeared almost as shocked as she felt, and also apologetic.

"I'm sorry miss, I just wanted to give you this. It'll help you feel better." He'd stated, nodding toward her hand and stomach.

Chauntel had glanced down and realized what he was talking about, and she had nodded momentarily. The elderly man had shakily lifted his hand with the wafer between his fingers.

"Open up." He'd stated simply, and gently.

Chauntel had opened her mouth just slightly, not particularly caring whether this thing was poisoned or not. Hell if it was, he'd be doing her a favor by saving her from whatever was to happen next. In fact, she was almost hoping it was going to kill her, except that this man had already seemed too grandfatherly for something like that. He placed the wafer on Chauntel's tongue, and removed his hand. When Chauntel went to chew it, it tasted like an antacid. Damn, that meant it wasn't poisoned.

"My name is Garrick." He'd stated and continued "I've been here for the last two years, longer than anyone else here. If you have any questions, come to me. A few rules, number one, do not go up to that door. In fact, come back here behind the wall."

He'd stated as he took a gentle hold of her arm and led her behind the wall that separated the prison from the outside world.

"Try to stay out of that room completely. You only get one shower a day," he continued "and these guards are assholes. They will throw anything they can find in here on you if they know you're clean, mud, waste... anything. Second, there are actaully no rules, also very few guards that ever come inside. We're all damned, these guards don't care whether any of us live or die or what we do until our time is up and we're sent to a death camp. Rape has happened in here, so has murder but rarely.

"Men and women both sleep and shower in the same areas, but everyone tries to make this experience as pleasant as they can for the most part. If you can cozy up to the right guard, play your cards right, you can earn yourself extra privileges, but be aware, these guards can and will take what they want... if you get my drift. You're a pretty girl, and young too. Don't come on too strongly or these guards may get the wrong idea. Food comes around basically whenever the guards feel like feeding us.

"Most of us are starving, so be careful where you eat. If you can, get yourself a private cell, you can share it with anyone of your choice, but you should be careful of whom you befriend. Not everyone here is nice."

Chauntel could only offer a slight nod in understanding and thanks.

"I'm Chauntel. So um, what is everyone here for? I didn't think I did anything wrong." Chauntel questioned.

Garrick sighed and shook his head slightly before responding to her "You didn't do anything wrong. You're here, like everyone else, because you're German. If you would have left that one little bit out, you probably wouldn't be here."

Chauntel looked baffled and blinked once "Are you serious? That's all?"

Garrick nodded "Yep, that's it. Granted, maybe of varying percentages, but so long as you carry German blood, you're damned just like the rest of us. Emmanuel couldn't care less. He hates what Hitler did to his people, and he's determined to do it to the Germans, but more humanely. Now how you can do the same thing Hitler did because you hate him so much and somehow feel justified, I'll never know so don't ask because I don't understand either. But that's his logic."

All Garrick could do was offer a shrug, and Chauntel felt a headache coming on. Emmanuel was a name she had heard at the airport. The guards had said it. She had assumed this to be the same person. What Chauntel wanted to know was what Garrick couldn't tell her which was why Emmanuel seemed justified in killing a countless amount of Germans just because Hitler killed a countless amount of Jewish people, and all this time later. It didn't make sense to her.

So because Hitler did it, that made it ok, correct? Garrick had glared at Chauntel as she attempted to piece it all together, and gave her a gentle tap on the nose to break her from her thoughts.

"I told you, don't even try. It won't work. Come on, you can share my cell with me. Get your bag there."

Almost absent-mindedly, Chauntel had shaken her head, and lowered herself momentarily so she could pick up the handle of her suitcase, and then proceeded to follow Garrick. In his cell, which seemed about accurately sized, there was a sheetless mattress off to the side, and the other side was a cold, metal toilet. He closed the bars, which previously had been opened, and proceeded to sit by a corner, and pull away a cardboard piece from the wall. He had removed half an apple that appeared to be at day or two old, as it had some spots on it, and handed it to her.

"Here," he said "eat this. You're probably hungry, or thirsty, or both."

She had taken the apple, still deep in thought. It had then completely dawned on her, she was in prison for being partially German, just because some asshole thought Hitler needed to be one-upped. She sighed to herself as she glanced out the bars of Garrick's cell, still holding the uneaten apple half in her hand. Taking a bite of it, she had reclined where she was and turned her eyes toward the mattress. It looked dirty, and Chauntel wouldn't be surprised it if were infested with... something.

At least the walls appeared to be somewhat clean. She couldn't say they were the cleanest, but this was certainly the cleanest she'd seen so far. At least it didn't have stains of God only knew what on it. She supposed some of the first things she should get was a little more food if she could muster it, and she wasn't sure what else right now. Chauntel had no idea what other privileges could be in store, but she supposed she'd eventually find out.

One thing that disgusted her, once she finished the apple half she'd been given, was that the only garbage can was either the floor, toilet, or the gate to the outside, which accounted for part of the smell in this place. The gate had opened again, and Garrick had stood and dusted himself off. He opened the bar door to his own cell, and headed toward the gate to the outside, careful to keep his distance. In came another throng of people, and as Chauntel watched, she hadn't realized Garrick had disappeared. It wasn't until the crowd had cleared that she had heard a lot of shouting and screaming from outside that seemed out of place.

The gate to the outside had shut just as Chauntel had gotten to it, wrapping her fingers around the bars, trying to see anything at all. She could hear Garrick screaming in pain, and guards screaming in anger, and had heard strange sounds that she couldn't really describe, but the more of these sounds she heard, the more she heard Garrick screaming in pain. A guard had come up to the gate again, and threw it open. Chauntel had to remove her hands very quickly, else she may have just had them ripped off. Garrick was nearly thrown inside at that point, bleeding and bruised, and probably broken.

He looked badly beaten and wasn't moving at that point. Tearing part of her shirt off, she had patted Garrick's face with the small piece of cloth when a guard had stepped inside, and shut the gate. Chauntel didn't want to leave Garrick in front like this, but didn't think she'd be able to move him herself. Not realizing it was a guard, when Chauntel had looked up, she had noticed the clothing, and the scar. Chauntel looked up at this guard, knowing she had pissed him off earlier, but with slight sorrow.

"I know we started off on the wrong foot, but do you think you could help me get this guy back in his cell?" She had asked.

The scarred guard's response was to bend down, and slap her across the face which had caused her to jolt to one side. Instinctively bringing her hand up to the cheek that had been slapped, she had looked up at the guard with a slightly shocked look.

"You're the little bitch who defied me earlier." He growled "The guard from earlier went home, isn't that a pleasant suprise? Do you know what that means? That means you're going to give me what I want regardless of whether you want to or not."

With that said, he had placed his hand on the back of her neck and held onto her very firmly before taking his hand up so she would be forced to move with him. She was very worried about Garrick however, because he still had not gained consciousness. As much as she wanted to go back to Garrick, there was no way she could get away from the scarred guard's grip. She was forced into Garrick's cell and placed against the back wall. She had felt a hand under her skirt, and heard the tearing of the underwear she'd had on and heard the small bit of cloth fall to the ground.

"This'll teach you to defy me again, you little whore." He spat at her, and she had felt it hit the back of her head.

The guard had forgotten to pin her hands to the wall too, which had allowed her the momentary freedom to bring her arm forward, and jab him in the ribs. That had only caused him to hold his side with one hand, but his other had grabbed her the moment she'd attempted to get away. Throwing her back against the wall, he'd offered a heavier backhand than he had before which had caused her to hit the floor. Not bothing to waste time now that she'd really pissed him off, he'd grabbed his pants, unbuttoned and zipped them and pulled them down just slightly. Grabbing her hair and yanking it up so she would follow, as she started to sob, he threw her back against the wall, face first.

Moving himself into position, she'd sobbed even more when she'd felt him enter her, and heard him offer a not so quiet, pleased groan.

"My god, you're a virgin."

The scarred guard wasn't gentle at all in his trusts, and it had hurt her, which resulted in more tears. It had only lasted about ten seconds total before he finally came, but to her it seemed like forever. Removing himself, he'd buttoned his pants back up, took her by the hair, and threw her onto the dirty mattress.

"Next time bitch, don't piss me off."

She lay on the mattress weeping as she heard the gate to the outside open and shut. After she had calmed herself down, she had made her way over toward where Garrick still lay. Sniffling, she'd ran her hand along his cheek gently, which had then caused Garrick to twitch. His eyes eventually fluttered open, and he smiled gently, assuming her tears to be out of fear for him.

"Don't worry little one," Garrick said weakly "I won't be doing that again."

Garrick had made his way into the cell where he and Chauntel had slept. Garrick was curled up on one side of the mattress, while Chauntel was on the other. The underwear had since been stuffed inside her suitcase, and Garrick had learned exactly what'd happened, unfortunately. The next morning, the kinder guard had come by to offer some food, and Chauntel had awoken to Garrick not where he was the previous night. When she was handed a tray, she had looked up to the still seemingly slightly sympathetic older guard.

"Where did Garrick go?" She questioned.

It took him a long time to answer, but eventually he had. "Garrick was taken to a camp early this morning. But he told me about you and requested you be given a little bit more, if you get my drift. So stash the extra stuff before everyone else sees it. Garrick... he's always been kind of the grandfatherly guy around here. I'm not supposed to technically, but I kind of grew to respect the guy and his wisdom."

The guard had shrugged before moving onto the next set of people, and Chauntel had glanced toward the mattress she'd just been on. Putting the food and the tray, since the guard didn't ask for it back, in the hole Garrick had made previously, she had curled up on the spot Garrick had slept, and sobbed silently.