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Jessica Bond - "Auf Wiedersehen, Pffet"

... couldn't contact my parents, and when I begged for my money back they beat me and f0rced me to work in this brothel. If I refuse or try to leave, they take me to Ulla and she beats me up to teach me a lesson.&#034 Amina explained to Bond. tears began to appear in her big brown eyes. &#034Shh - shhh. It's ok. I'll help you. When I leave here tonight, Ulla will be gone too. I promise.&#034 Bond comforted her. &#034It's up the hall.&#034 Amina suddenly said. &#034Turn left at the stairs, go up the hall, past the toilets, you'll find her office there. She'll be there soon after she's greeted and entertained her guests.&#034 Amina instructed. &#034Thank you.&#034 Bond grinned and hugged her. &#034Is there anything I can do for you? To repay you for freeing me?&#034 Amina asked. &#034You don't owe me anything.&#034 Bond answered her. &#034Please, I want to do something to make it up to you.&#034 Amina urged. &#034Pursue your dreams, and live a good life.&#034 Bond told her with a smile and gave her another hug. She then walked out of the room, and headed to Ulla's office. Bond walked into the lovely looking really large office. As with the colour scheme of the rest of the brothel, the room was heavily coated in red. The only difference being the white carpet on the floor. It was rather extravagant, with a red stone fountain with decorative realistic looking birds on it. There was also lots of Nazi memorabilia from paintings to the books in the large red bookshelf. Bond walked over ...

... to the large black desk, and sat in the large red leather swivel office chair. As she waited, she picked up a far-right book, and read from it. There was a bowl of apples on the desk, which Bond helped herself to one. After a short wait, Ulla finally arrived.Chapter 3: &#034Vot are you doing here?&#034 Ulla asked rather drvnkenly. She wobbled slightly as she walked in, clutching a fresh stein of beer. Clearly she was a woman who enjoyed her drink. &#034Oh just catching up on the ideals of complete idiots.&#034 Bond retorted before throwing the controversial book down onto the desk. She had her feet up resting on the desk. &#034You have problem viz national pride?&#034 Ulla asked as she stumbled drvnkenly over to the desk. &#034Oh no. Nothing wrong with taking pride in your country. I just kind of draw a line at taking it too far into retarded lunacy.&#034 Bond quipped as she swivelled around, putting her feet down and facing Ulla face on. Ulla chuckled. &#034Vhy are you here, Bond? Voz that little tramp not enough for you?&#034 Ulla questioned before gulping down some more of her beer. &#034I'm here to kill you. To put an end to your awful ways. Your views and ideals are just so old and tired. It's about time you was killed off for good, don't you agree?&#034 Bond smirked. Ulla suddenly roared a loud burp before she sniggered. Bond scrunched up her face in disgust. &#034Oh you silly English svine!&#034 Ulla chuckled as she rubbed her gassy beer-filled gut. &#034The only pig I ...