The Reich’s dining room was a stern and cold space, adorned with Nazi propaganda that stared down upon anyone who dared to enter. The long, dark table was polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the tense atmosphere that hung heavily in the air.
At the head of the table, the Third Reich himself sat, his stern face etched with disappointment as he glared at his young son, Germany. The boy nervously picked at his food, trying to avoid eye contact with his father at all costs. He knew he was in for it tonight.
“Germany, look at me when I’m speaking to you,” the Reich barked, his voice echoing off the walls of the dining room. Germany flinched, but kept his eyes trained on his plate, his heart racing in his chest.
“I’m disappointed in you, boy,” the Reich continued, his voice growing louder with each word. “Your school performance has been abysmal. You’re a disappointment, a weakling. Do you even know what it means to be a leader?”
Germany tried to explain himself, stuttering and blushing as he spoke. “I-I’m trying, Father. I promise. I just need more time-”
But the Reich wasn’t having it. He interrupted his son, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close. Germany tried to push him away, but the Reich’s grip was too strong.
“Time is something you don’t have, boy,” the Reich sneered, his breath hot on Germany’s face. His hand wandered down Germany’s body, roughly grabbing his crotch. “You need to learn to be a man, to take charge. But I’m beginning to think you’re just not cut out for it.”
Germany tried to protest, but the Reich’s other hand covered his mouth, muffling his words. He forced Germany to his knees, undoing his pants as he did so. Germany’s mind raced as the Reich forced himself into his mouth, thrusting roughly and grabbing his hair. He scratched at Germany’s skin, leaving angry red marks on his face.
The Reich finished, roughly pushing Germany away and adjusting his clothes. Germany sat back on his heels, his mind still reeling from what had just happened.
“Remember this, boy,” the Reich said, his voice low and dangerous. “This is what it takes to be a leader. This is what it takes to be strong.”
Germany nodded, still too shocked to speak. He knew he had a lot to learn, but he couldn’t help but feel a spark of anger at his father’s harsh words and actions. He was determined to prove him wrong, to show him that he was capable of being a strong leader.
But for now, he would have to bide his time and wait for his chance to strike. The Reich may have thought he was in control, but Germany was a sneaky and cunning boy. He would find a way to come out on top, of that he was sure.
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