Wanda's World

Wanda's confusion was clear on her face. Invading troops had taken her by surprise earlier that day, loading her on a truck with her unit and hanging a large number around her neck, as though she were some sort of criminal. She was just a simple farm girl, doing her duty. Her job at the camp was like her job at the farm. It was an ordinary experience, not worth the attention of the cameras converging on her. As a girl Wanda always got her way. Papa not only bought her a pony when she turned nine, but had the animal's head stuffed and mounted for her when she turned thirteen. And all the farm animals knew who was in charge when Wanda was around. She saw herself as a beautiful goddess and looked upon the animals as her subjects. The animals had no choice but to agree with her. When the time came to lead them to slaughter, she usually took care of it. She had a special way of talking to the calves. They trusted her and rarely did she have to use the pitchfork on them. A relative got her the job guarding prisoners, calling it a well paying opportunity that suited her skills. She was expected to control prisoners with the same ruthless efficiency as she herded cattle. At first she thought the camp job would be easier, but the prisoners were too unruly. They walked upright and muttered insults like 'blonde bitch' and 'homicidal hayseed'. They neglected their appearances and often needed extra persuasion to accept Wanda's world. Now that the camp was closing, she longed for the simplicity of her grandfather's farm. The delay of these proceedings were a senseless waste of time to her. She had surrendered, disarmed, and was no longer a threat. If she shot a few inmates who caught her at a bad moment, so what? It's normal. Next to the mass graves caused by others, her body count was negligible. And her targets were dangerous enemies of the state. Surely she would be seen as a conscientious worker doing a respectable job during a time of war. At last, her advocate appeared. His smile held the promise of good news. "Well, what is it?" she asked him eagerly. "We talked them down to a hanging!" he proudly declared.
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