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75224 – That was his name… etched deeply into his skin with a filthy needle! It would forever be a reminder of the horrors of the most notorious concentration camp in human history… Auschwitz.
In Auschwitz, he wore the Pink Triangle... a badge of shame for homosexuals.
Pieter Belinsky was a spirited boy growing up in a small village in Poland without a father but with the support of a dedicated and loving mother. Later forced into hiding, he was ultimately transported, sexually and physically enslaved by a sadistic Block Commander of the most notorious concentration camp in human history… Auschwitz.
He learned the lessons of survival by submission, chance, and circumstance. Homosexuals, social deviants were forced to wear the pink triangle. They were inferior to the other groups. Pink triangles were given impossible work details, abused, beaten and tortured, and in some cases castrated.
After liberation and a new life in a new land, Pieter became Peter Ballantine, star of the Broadway stage.
A chance encounter with his former Commandant in a hotel lobby in New York City gave him an opportunity for revenge… but would that erase the past?
One morning when Pieter pulled the eiderdown cover from the bed, he recoiled when he saw the condition of the sheets. He now understood what was going on. Derish was embarrassed and ashamed of what was being done to him, but there was no way to stop it.
The hypocrisy was nothing. The Lagerfhurer satisfied himself at the expense of a young and innocent Jew while he put thousands of others to death for social deviancy and for defiling the racial laws of the Nazi State.
Pieter heard the Capo’s boots on the wooden floor as he spread the sheets onto the bed. “You think I do not watch you boys… you filthy boys.” The Capo’s sarcastic grin exposed a shiny gold tooth as he spat on the floor and turned to leave. “Remember, you will be smoke in the chimneys like everyone. You will get your turn. The Jews will lick the asses of the dogs if I tell them to do so. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Pieter answered.
“Now you will put your mouth on me and do as I say.” He pushed his pants down to his knees as he forced Pieter’s head into his lap. He held the black whip in his hand.
“Not so fast,” he said as he pushed Pieter away. “Take off your pants. You will stay on your knees like a dog,” he ordered. He grabbed his club and teased Pieter between his legs. He swung the club into Pieter’s back which caused him to wince with pain. He continued to rotate the club between Pieter’s legs, and violently he inserted the club with such force that Pieter blacked out from the pain. He regained consciousness with a lash of the whip across his back. His head was forced into the lap of the Lagerfhurer. “Now finish,” he demanded. The Lagerfhurer jerked. With a slight smile on his lips, his heartbeat pulsated in his neck as he gave Pieter a final lash of the whip which failed to make contact. “Leave! Go, you swine. Get out and leave me now,” he barked as he fastened his pants.
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