Berlin blood

August had already been sitting in the investigator’s office for an hour. The man’s walking from side to side had already begun to strain August. — Tell me, where were you from twelve to fourteen o’clock in the afternoon? “I told you, I was in the Reichstag, I gave documents to Himmler’s secretary, you can check this.” — Fine. Tell me, when you saw the murdered head of the construction team, did you notice anything suspicious? — this question, asked for the hundredth time, simply frankly infuriated Augustus. “I am,” he exhaled slowly. “I walked up and noticed something in the bottle, it looked suspicious, but as soon as I saw it, I immediately called the police. August walked out of the investigator’s office for what seemed like the hundredth time. He was chased and chased about the same questions many, many times, asking how he discovered the corpses, what he was doing at the time of the crime, and many, many other questions. He was very tired of this, the week turned out to be simply terrible. Charlotte was also mentally exhausted; at first, as the chief secretary, she was generally accused, but then the charges were dropped. August went out into the corridor, where a single lamp was burning. He lunged slowly, taking his time, and then turned and slammed his fist into the wall. They shot a ligament spasm in the forearm. Who didn’t he please?! Damn it, and why? Augustus understood that everyone who wanted to remove him would fall into this pit themselves, but he also understood that it was too early to think about victory. The investigation is too far from clarifying all the circumstances, given that she is still clinging to August. It is completely incomprehensible how an outsider entered the camp, if without a pass beyond the fence one cannot even get into the face of the well-known Augustus. The culprit could have forged a pass, could have convinced the guards that the situation was urgent — there is no way to know, all the witnesses are dead. Charlotte came out of the next office. Pale, tired, with dull eyes. August felt unbearably sorry for her, who had lost all taste for life in recent days. The man crossed the two steps that separated them and grabbed the girl by the waist. She staggered and leaned on him without an ounce of embarrassment, which had so beautifully defined her before. “Charlotte, that’s enough for today, let’s go home.” — he turned to the girl, who clearly couldn’t stand the pressure any longer. He himself didn’t like being pressured, he wouldn’t allow her to be destroyed too. — August, tell me, what’s going on? I understand that someone has taken up arms against us, however, I don’t understand why? “Charlotte could barely stand on her feet, she was worried about Augustus, she was worried that he might be deprived of awards and privileges, as well as demoted in rank. She was nervous today and needed rest. — I can handle everything. The main thing is to be close. — He hugged her and kissed her forehead. They walked down to the car and Augustus put Charlotte in the front seat. — August, will I stay with you today? I don’t want to go home — Yes, of course, good. I think we both need a rest. Against the backdrop of danger, desire awoke in August: he was physically hungry for Charlotte. It was hard to hold on, especially since the girl was no less excited than he was and would hardly be able to resist the slightest impulse. But Augustus held on. Now it will be wrong. Charlotte clearly saw from the outside how excited he was, how much he wanted to deal with his ill-wishers, and what this energy that could not find an outlet was transformed into. She appreciated his restraint, and also knew how she could calm him down a little. “August,” she said his name softly, with all the love she could express. — So what happened? — The man looked at her briefly. “Come on, when we get home, will you make me tea with honey, and we’ll remember our horse ride?” — she again wanted to plunge into these memories, they were sunny and pleasant, they warmed not only her soul, but also the soul of August. — Yes, of course, I wanted to suggest this myself. The rest of the road was filled with silence. Charlotte dozed off a little to the sounds of passing cars, relaxing in the feeling of security that August gave. The man, looking at her, returned to the thought that only she could restrain and tame him. August slowly stopped the car and watched her doze for about two minutes. He didn’t want to wake her. Her closed eyes and slightly trembling long eyelashes made the whole image of the sleeping woman defenseless. August touched her shoulder, and she immediately reacted, opened her sleepy eyes, looked out the window, immediately determining that they had arrived at his house, and began to stretch her slightly stiff muscles. He went out and opened the door for her. He offered his hand and led her into the house she was familiar with, his apartment, which was a bit old and not very comfortable. Only Charlotte’s presence in it made the walls cozy. “Come into the living room, I’ll make tea,” sitting down on the sofa in the living room, she began to look at the walls, which no one had painted for a long time. The blue color had faded and sometimes fell into flakes on the worn sofa. Charlotte looked around the situation as if she had not seen these things for a very long time. Especially the not very comfortable looking chair that August loves. It seemed to her that everything here smelled of him, that is, of cinnamon, with which the girl associated a man. — So, here’s your tea. His shirt was undone with the top two buttons. This detail suddenly fascinated Charlotte, who could barely take her eyes off the seductive triangle of skin. Still, she wanted him, wanted to touch him more than usual. However, once she held back, she was still unsure of herself, who knew when she would switch. I didn’t want to hate August. “Thank you,” she accepted the cup and lay down on his shoulder. — So, what should we remember first? “Probably, the stallion that I came across still didn’t want to go to the clearing where we wanted to take some photographs.” It took a long time to persuade him. “You even came down,” Charlotte smiled, as if seeing with her own eyes how August and the stallion tug on the reins like a rope. — Or how we later galloped through the lavender field… — Oh yes, it was magical, I had the feeling that wings had grown behind my back. This wind blowing in your face and this understanding of freedom when your horse carries you to distant lands. “Yes, the feeling that he is your most faithful and devoted friend and will never leave you,” he closed his eyes, imagining the atmosphere of that moment. They descended from the clearing, the sun set, and Charlotte, who was jumping nearby, decided that she could fly like a bird. At some point she dropped the reins and spread her arms over the lavender field, and the horse, sensing that it was no longer restrained, galloped faster. The girl was so happy, August remembered this moment forever. — Do you also love animals more than people? “Charlotte raised an eyebrow questioningly. — Yes, I love them, but my mother never allowed me to have them. She said it was inappropriate,” August exhaled bitterly, remembering the puppy he brought and wanted to keep. His mother didn’t even listen to him, she screamed and ordered the butler to kill him. And he, of course, carried out the order. Augustus remembered how long he cried after that. He remembered that this was the first incident after which he began to treat his mother differently. — Yes, where else will you meet the most sincere and selfless love, where else will you meet love that will only end with death? “Nowhere,” Augustus summed up sadly and watched as Charlotte sipped tea from a cup. He was filled with trepidation; August barely had time to catch himself thinking about what exactly he wanted. Charlotte, wary of the silence, looked into his eyes. He carefully took the cup from her hands, placed it on the table nearby, gently took her chin and lightly touched her lips, as if asking permission. More tenderly, even more tenderly. Charlotte understood everything, reached for his lips, opening her mouth, wordlessly allowing him to continue. Now their lips touched with more passion. He allowed her to lead and immediately took that right back, submitting again. He knocked her over onto the sofa and began to kiss her for a long time, stretching out each kiss. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted to play with her. He wanted her to beg him to continue. He liked a certain helplessness in bed, and dominance. He changed his position again and now she, sitting on his lap, was on top and in charge of the process, she liked that he allowed her to take the initiative. She was at a loss, it seemed to her that everything that she had to endure no longer mattered, because here he came, her reward for suffering. She threw her head back, exposing his neck. August began to kiss her, leaving his marks. She knew he was jealous. And how he restrained himself. However, we must pay tribute, Augustus held on well and now the time has come. She moaned softly. This sound passed through his hearing organs like a blissful wave and not only… yes, he knew she would appreciate it. She was ready. August picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where it would be more comfortable. He slowly lowered her onto the bed and began to kiss her neck, collarbones and sometimes go further, he tore her clothes. The blouse she’s wearing today will go in the trash after this night. Charlotte was left in just her bra, and even then not for long. August stood up, taking off his shirt. Charlotte traced the prominent muscles of her moderately pumped torso with her fingers, turning her on even more. He pressed his lips to hers again, this time for a long time. He slowly ran his hands along her back, taking his time to unfasten the hooks and completely undress Charlotte. The heart was beating somewhere in the head with such speed that it seemed to both of them that they were about to fly out of their own bodies. He slowly unclasped her bra and touched her nipples, she screamed, but it was not a scream of pain, rather of pleasure. She twirled under him like crazy. She wanted him more and more. He was in no hurry. Caressing her nipples, he felt for the zipper on her skirt with his hands. And having found it, he pulled towards himself. Raising his legs and breaking the kiss, he took off her skirt slowly and very carefully. He threw it somewhere in the corner of the room, they won’t get up early tomorrow anyway. He settled between her legs and continued to kiss her and caress her with his hands. The tights didn’t last long either; they flew off along with the panties. And Charlotte was overcome by a wave of embarrassment; she had never been so openly naked in front of someone. She was scared for a second, but August, maintaining eye contact, kissed her lightly, discreetly unzipping the fly of his trousers. He was in no hurry, he would have time. — Shall I come in? — He whispered, tickling Charlotte’s ear with his breath. His question froze somewhere in her head. Charlotte, who was constantly trying to at least take a breath to come to her senses, only managed to answer a short “yes.” She closed her eyes, trying to relax, realizing that August would not hurt her, he wanted rather the opposite — her pleasure. August didn’t need any more words. He guided his cock and entered, slowly. He felt her tense. I felt her take in more air. But she quickly fell silent, letting him out and allowing him to enter completely, he felt a surge of strength. Now she belongs to him. This thought finally blew his mind. He kissed her with a smile. I had to tear myself away from the girl for a second to take off my pants. Charlotte couldn’t see anything in the darkness; she was burning inside and out. August approached her again and kissed her, filling not only her body, but also her mind. No pills could compare with this, nothing could destroy her every restless thought like his breath next to her. She relaxed and he grabbed her wrists and held her above her head. Now he allowed himself to be harder, driving the girl into the bed. Charlotte moaned, not ashamed of her voice. There is no shame — they just feel good together. He pulled out and forced her to change position: he turned her onto her stomach and lifted Charlotte’s hips. She pressed her breasts against the rumpled sheets and moaned sensually, taking his cock again. August caressed her nipples, stroked her back, and squeezed her waist. She did not have time to realize reality and herself in it; bright circles flashed before her eyes. He wanted to show half of what he could do. He slapped her ass, thrusts and hit her buttock again. Judging by the reaction, Charlotte liked it. She gave up first, with a loud cry, he did not continue. He, too, was at the limit, but decided that it was too early for this, he got out of her and fell on the bed, exhausted. Her hair became damp and tangled, and they both couldn’t catch their breath. Charlotte was happy. She kissed and kissed his face, his lips, his cheeks. She was crazy about what he gave her. He opened a new world for her. She lay down on his shoulder and laughed at the top of her lungs, throwing out her overwhelming feelings. — What’s happened? “August didn’t understand why she was laughing, but he couldn’t help but smile back at her. “I’m incredibly happy,” she said in a loud whisper that replaced a scream. Charlotte hugged him tightly and closed her eyes. I didn’t want to move. August quickly fell asleep to the peaceful sniffling of the girl. he hoped that they would have as many moments like this as possible. **** Eva walked along the corridor of the headquarters and constantly turned around. She was scared. She simply could not make a mistake, or she would actually be killed, without trial. She waited until the guards had left August’s office and, taking out the duplicate key she had received from Friedrich, opened the door. She looked down the corridor again and, making sure that everything was clear, went inside. She placed poison in the first drawer of the desk, along with the papers and seals. She didn’t understand why she was setting him up like this, and why she even agreed to it. However, she mentally asked for forgiveness from Augustus and Charlotte. She justified herself by saying that she was just a victim, but she understood that no matter how much she lied, the truth would always come out. If Augustus gets out of this, he won’t spare any of them. And even Charlotte won’t stop him. She mentally asked for forgiveness, closed the drawer and left the same way, closing the door behind her. She will receive her documents today and will not participate in this. The girl understood that now he would manipulate her to the last, but she hoped to gain time and avoid death from a bullet in some gateway. She is a small person, and hardly anyone will cry about her death, if, of course, they find out anything about her at all… The thoughts were heavy. A thunderstorm was brewing in Berlin. The night will be long.