{"id":1367,"date":"1989-07-01T10:52:21","date_gmt":"1989-07-01T15:52:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/mojo\/?page_id=1367"},"modified":"2026-04-04T16:30:15","modified_gmt":"2026-04-04T21:30:15","slug":"snuff","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/shorts\/snuff\/","title":{"rendered":"Snuff"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"sectiontop\">MY NAME IS GERTRUD Margarete Zelle, and I am a whore.  Yes, I sell my body for money, and occasionally I enjoy the experience.<\/p>\n<p>I am also a spy.  The French call me an actress, a courtesan, the toast of Paris.  The Germans call me Mata Hari.<\/p>\n<p>There was a man once\u2014an exquisite specimen of a man. He was French\u2014hair as black as the raven\u2019s wing, eyes blue as the sea. A sensuous mouth that brought me such pleasure, for he kissed me everywhere.<\/p>\n<p>He was a wonderful lover and I loved him.  I did.  His name was Julien Trevigne\u2014and I killed him.<\/p>\n<p>Are you shocked that I killed him or that I enjoyed it? You shouldn\u2019t be; it was all in the name of war. Despite the ages and sages, I have discovered one thing: War is exciting and killing is poignant.<\/p>\n<p>I slept with Hitler\u2014that madman. No matter what I have done, I have never questioned that it was for my self-preservation. Until Hitler. He was a veritable quasimodo where women were concerned. But he wanted something from me and I wanted something from him. He wanted me to kill Julien and I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>So while my lover slept, I lay beside him in the dark thinking of all the different ways I could kill him. I became giddy. I was no novice; I had killed before. But I loved this man\u2014as much as I had ever loved anyone.<\/p>\n<p>This was the reason I felt such heat, such passion, such desire.  Excitement engulfed me and I woke him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJulien,\u201d I whispered urgently. \u201cMake love to me, Julien. Now.\u201d My body raged under his ministrations and I reached between the mattresses until I felt the cold steel of my dagger. I slowly drew it out until it was clear of the bed. I raised it until it was poised above Julien\u2019s back.<\/p>\n<p>I laughed. \u201cI love you, Julien,\u201d I said as I plunged the knife into his back and twisted it. His eyes bulged, he coughed, and blood spurted out of his mouth onto my naked breast. He choked and twitched before he landed on top of me, still\u2014the stillness of death. I knew my pleasure then, complete, and I gasped.<\/p>\n<p>Julien never knew I was one of Hitler\u2019s own.  Julien told me things he should not have.  Julien was the leader of a French unit.<\/p>\n<p>Julien was dead by my hand and it was his face that swam before my eyes when the French commandant shouted, \u201cReady, aim, fire!\u201d and I heard the report of fifteen French rifles that were aimed at me.<\/p>\n<p class=\"wingding\">\u203b<\/p>\n<div class=\"date\">&#169;&#160;1990<br \/>20260331<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>MY NAME IS GERTRUD Margarete Zelle, and I am a whore. Yes, I sell my body for money, and occasionally I enjoy the experience. I am also a spy. The French call me an actress, a courtesan, the toast of Paris. The Germans call me Mata Hari. There was a man once\u2014an exquisite specimen of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":6087,"menu_order":91,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1367","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1367"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1367"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1367\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25721,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1367\/revisions\/25721"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6087"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1367"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}