The words cradled her as much as the arms around her, making this doctor seem closer to human - human enough to reveal the personal details when they weren't needed.  It made it harder for Lisle to extract what she<em>really</em>needed to know.<br/><br/>She was being made into a pet - some sort of 'pleasure pet'.  Was that why she felt so tight and strange as those fingers crept lower?  And for the Kommandant - the symbol of everything that was powerful and evil about the Stalag.  She shivered in the doctor's arms.<br/><br/>"You - had to do this.  Had to change me.  Have to make me - acceptable.  For the Kommandant."  She actually knew very little about the Kommandant personally - only that there was a tall, nebulous figure that made it hell for the prisoners.