Loading us onto trucks, they haul us from the camps. They strap Marie and I to metal beds after they strip us naked. Lights blind us as the German doctors ready for the experiments.
I reach to hold her hand, but she is too far away. She looks to me, her sight melted away from the several chemical injections.
A doctor takes his knife to my skin. They give me nothing for pain, yet they start to hollow me out. During the anguish I watch for seconds at a time. They remove large portions from inside my pelvis.
When they are done they scoop my insides into a bucket, and sew my stomach up.
After the operation she whispers.
"They will pay." She nods slowly, and then turns away from me. I am sure she could see me just then.
That night a fire starts in the laboratory. Marie has not left my side, but I am sure it was her who started it.
Weak from surgery, I cannot run. We sit and wait until the fire eats around our cell.
In the morning we are unscathed, and find ourselves free from the roar of barbed wire.
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