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The Butcher's Estate

3 chapters

~8 min read

The Colonel called it requisitioning, but Elisabeth saw the truth in the cold appraisal of his gaze as he surveyed her ancestral home; he was the Butcher, and her estate was to become his abattoir.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Jean Anand Moreau

At 26, Colonel Moreau carries the weight of war on his shoulders, his lean frame honed by years of command and his dark eyes holding a chilling stillness that earned him the nickname 'Butcher' from his enemies. He moves with precise, economical grace, his uniform always immaculate despite the mud and blood of the battlefield, but there's a faint tremor in his left hand when he's alone—a secret weakness he hides from everyone.

Elisabeth Maria Schneider

Elisabeth, 19, is the last thread of normalcy in the estate, with sun-bleached blonde hair tied back in a practical braid and calloused hands from years of scrubbing floors. Her gray eyes watch the soldiers with a quiet defiance, her posture straight despite the fear, and she wears a simple locket that holds a faded photo of her mother, Miss Conti—the only thing left of the life being torn away.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Butcher Arrives

Rain lashed the stone courtyard as Jean Moreau’s staff car crunched to a halt before the estate. His uniform was crisp despite the mud, but Elisabeth stood in the doorway, blocking entry with her slight frame. 'This is my home,' she said, her voice steady. Jean’s dark eyes swept over her, lingering on the locket at her throat. 'The French Command has ordered it requisitioned, mademoiselle. You will step aside.' He moved past her, his shoulder brushing hers, and she caught the faint tremor in his left hand as he gestured to his men. 'Prepare the east wing for interrogations.' Elisabeth’s defiance hardened into cold dread as she watched soldiers tramp through her mother’s halls.

The Butcher's Claim

That night, Jean finds Elisabeth defiantly polishing the marble in the east wing. 'You should be in your quarters,' he says, his voice rough. She doesn't look up. 'This is still my home.' He steps closer, the tremor in his hand visible as he reaches for her locket. 'Your home is now my command.' His fingers brush her throat, and she gasps. 'Why do you hide that shake?' she whispers. He pulls her against him, the scent of gun oil and rain enveloping her. 'Because weakness gets people killed,' he murmurs, his lips inches from hers. 'But you... you make me want to forget the war.'

The Nightmare

He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the nearest room- his office and lay her on the table and went rough with her right then and there and after he finishes inside her. She wasked why he did it. He tells her that he had known her full name as Elisabeth Maria Schneider. And 'Schneider' was a German surname.