Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

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days later, silvia still lies on the green hill of murnau. it is evening, sundayevening. the woman from next door seems to have left the house, the grumbling and screaming and thumping has stopped. they have brought silvia building blocks, colored and black ones. silvia is building a black tower. scarface rebukes her jokingly. scarface has nightduty. silvia has not seen a nurse since lunch. only scarface looked into the white room now and then, took the pulse of the little girl. the sweets lie untouched on the table. scarface promised to come once more in the evening. scarface takes a seat on the edge of the bed, strokes silvia’s head and arms, the chest. his hands are warm. silvia needs touch, needs warmth, in spite of it she is afraid. her body still hurts, and there is a single question in her head: what happened to silvia? but silvia wants to be brave, not to annoy the doctor anymore. and silvia wants to be warmed. silvia is small, without warmth, without love. she keeps still. silvia is a brave, little girl. scarface breathes loudly. alarm. silvia stiffens. the doctor opens the white coat, fumbles around at the gray trousers. with the other hand he presses silvia’s body against himself. silvia is suffocating. don’t kill me any more, doctor, you’re hurting me. i cannot endure any more pain. please, doctor, no more. then, a pain, almost like the last time. only the pain begins between the legs, rises up the body into the

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