"So Hitler was now at your mercy? What happened after that?" Cupid asked. She could feel the story coming to an end.
’My leg was on Hitler’s chest and he was looking at me with no fear. And that pissed me off. I wanted him to fear me. Like that Doctor, like that assistant. I wanted Hitler to beg for mercy. But the guy was unfazed.
He must have sensed this uneasiness in me as he said, "I know how you feel right now. I know what you have become. I know what you want from me as well. And that’s why I will not show any fear to you. I will not beg. I will not cry. I can’t fight you but I won’t be defeated by you."
This frustrated me from my core and I decided that I will definitely make him fear me.
There was everything inside the bunker. Food, clothes and other things.
I looked around and found a rope.
I made Hitler sit on a chair and tied the rope around him.
And yes, I stripped all his clothes. He was naked, tied to the chair.
I wanted to hurt him so badly that he was forced to think that the doctor’s death was a bliss. I wanted to make him suffer.
So I looked around the bunker again and I found something I could use.
It was sugar. I picked the full sack of it and brought it near Hitler.
"What are you going to do with that?" He asked.
"Exactly what you are thinking."
"Harsh." Hitler just said this and I swore to myself that I would make him fear me.
I opened the sack of the sugar and poured all of it on him.
He was now all white with sugar and I didn’t know if it was enough. So I brought another sack of sugar and did the same thing.
Now Hitler was all in sugar from head to toe and even when he knew what was going to happen, he didn’t show any fear. He was getting on my nerves.
"Let’s see how long you will be able to keep that face."
After emptying two sacks of sugar on him, I sat in front of Hitler and just watched him.
He watched me in return without any fear.
It only took five minutes and the sugar did its work.
Ants appeared from somewhere and they climbed on Hitler.
More time passed and ants increased.
They were on Hitler’s body, they were eating his skin, they were eating the sugar along with his skin.
The blood was coming out in slow quantities but I was sure that it must be painful. Yet, the man didn’t even flinch.
"Are you really not afraid?" I asked him.
"Why would I be afraid of someone whom I made myself. Does a God fear something he himself created? Never. You may kill me but the truth will remain the same…" Hitler looked in my eyes and that bastard smiled.
"I am your God, Pablo Castillo."
I also looked into his eyes and they were dark. I bet mine eyes look the same. I was sitting in front of him on the floor but I stood up.
I walked towards him and held his hair.
He called himself my God and from that moment, I began hating the Gods.
Something was etched on a wall of the concentration camp, ’If there is a God, he will have to beg for my forgiveness.’
And I feel the same. If there was a God he should have done something for me and for others who suffered. But no help arrived. So it either means that there is no God or…’ Pablo looked at Cupid.
’I was forsaken by God.’
"What did you do to Hitler?" Cupid asked.
’I stood in front of him and made a statement. I said :
"If you are a God then I’ll kill all the Gods just to spite you." And that’s why I destroyed all the temples and other religious things around the world.
Anyway, after saying that to Hitler, I punched him in the face and I did that for maybe three or four hours. My fist was bloodied, his face was all broken and not once did that man flinch in pain. He was like a machine.
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"Do you not feel any pain?" I asked him, punching as hard as I could.
"I don’t. I created someone as merciless as you. Do you think I would feel such things? Never."
The ants were everywhere on his body. They were even inside him. His eyes were damaged. He had become blind and yet he wasn’t begging for mercy or even shouting curses. He was nonchalant.
His silence was bothering me. No, it was making me mad. I wanted to kill him so bad but not without him regretting what he had done.
Everyone else outside the bunker would be under the impression that Hitler was fine so no one would bother to check on the bunker.
And the door of the bunker was locked. It can only be opened from the inside. Even if some soldiers came and saw the number of dead bodies around the bunker they would try to open the door. But I won’t open the door and the door was strong so it couldn’t be opened with brute force. To open it they would require explosives and I was sure they would not use that as it might hurt Hitler if they did that.
So I wasn’t worried for someone else to interfere between me and Hitler. It was only me and him.
I also brought a chair and placed it in front of Hitler. I sat across from him and we both stared at each other.
I asked him, "Why did you do all this? You killed so many people because of your own hate and malice. And you made me kill my own family as well. Why?"
"Heh." He let out a laugh and with the same smile, he said :
"Just because."’