[ Tortured ] Remake DISCONTINUED

Chapter 21

Felix Müller POV
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The meeting ended a couple minutes ago, I was ordered to leave the room. I was endlessly roaming the halls unknowingly heading back in the direction of Soviets cell, well... more like a chamber. The information I gained from the meeting was making me think of the Third Reich in a whole new way. And not in a good way either. Suddenly I stood by Soviets "chamber" the door opened to the guard from earlier. "Your shift." He called, I nodded before walking back in closing the door behind me.
"Well, isn't it you Felix." Soviet looked up at me, his face had a black eye, which wasn't there before I left. "What happened to your eye?" I asked,  "Well.. the guard hit me because apparently I was being 'annoying'" He moved his hands the best he could to make quote signs.
He sighed after putting his hands down, "anyway, where did you go?" He questioned. "Well, I went into the hall for awhile before being called in the main meeting room." His gaze quickly went to me as I mentioned the room. I gulped slightly before continuing, "they where talking about future plans and stuff like that." He looked away from me to the grey floor below him..
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~Time skip: 1 week later~
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Soviet POV
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'One week' that is how long I have been here. At least that was what Felix told me, this morning I didn't get any food as I was 'bad' the night before. So I was getting hungry. A couple days prior they took of the chains attached to my feet so I was able to walk, it was just very limited. My thoughts where quickly stopped as my greatest enemy walked into the room with me, his grin never leaving his face as he walked to me. "How did you sleep Soviet~?" I growled at him, clearly not in the mood to speak to him. "Now now!" He countered, he stood up straight placing his hands behind his back, I didn't dare to brake eye contact that whole time, knowing very well what he would do.
"Soviet~ it's not very nice to stare." Reich spat. I hardened my gaze not caring in the slightest bit.

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Third Reich POV
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He didn't listen, I could tell quickly by the way he looks at me that this would be tougher then I originally thought, I felt my teeth clenching as I clenched my fists. And before I knew drawling it back punching Soviet right across his pretty face, hard enough to leave a black eye.
Out of the blue he lunged at me hands forward in a attempt to strangle me, but the guard's got to him first holding him back, "Now, Sovie that isn't nice~" I purred but my expression says 'I'm gonna make your life living hell' type of look.
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"Your life is going to become Hell Soviet!"
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A/N
word count: 491
I'm so sorry 😣 for the long wait school was being really mean sry it's short as well hope you have a good day or night
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