Interdimensional Magic Shenanigans Reupload (In memory of Ch3rryblossom05)

7: Unpredicted turnabouts

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Little did Hatter know that Prussia and Ussr did so much more than touch Poldara's feathers. Back in the castle, the two ex-countries decided they were done having fun with their prisoner, who was very worse for wear. His prosthetic and leg brace were taken away so he couldn't stand up to fight back, and even though he fought with all his might, Poldara was no match for the two demons holding him captive.

"That was the most fun I had in centuries," Prussia announced, wiping the blood off of his wings, "if I knew Mandorians sang like that then I would have kept those brothers as my personal toys back in the day."

"Now you know why I used to call Mandara 'Songbird'," Ussr said, "I would play with him for hours on end just to hear his songs. What about you, Poldara, did you have fun too?"

In the back of the cell, Poldara had his wrist and neck chained to the wall and his wings bound closed, he had cuts and bruises everywhere and blood was trickling down his chin from his mouth. His breathing was slow and labored, being in far too much pain to take a deep breath. He glanced up at his tormenters, one eye was swollen shut but the other was burning with a hatred neither country had ever seen before.

"Now don't give us that look," Prussia sneered, leaning down and petting Poldara's exposed feathers, "be thankful that we didn't do worse, Ussr was even so kind as to keep his pants on for you."

A growl came from behind Prussia, who rolled his eyes and stood up, "anyway, I'd say we've had our fill, now it's time for Umbra to have her turn."

Poldara's hateful expression turned fearful in an instant, so Ussr clarified, "which will not include life-threatening fun, we'll make sure of that."

"Indeed, what good is a pet if it is too broken to sing," Prussia said, to which both countries laughed and left to tell Umbra it was her turn, leaving Poldara to fear for his life.

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Umbra's steps resonated through the hallway, the heels of the boots made a clicking sound as she heavily stomped, fuming with rage. She got disturbed by the two ex-countries, who told her it was her turn to have some fun. Not the life-threatening kind of fun. She wasn't in the mood, oh but she wasn't in the mood at all. Umbra had to hold herself back from gutting out the two, that's how angry she was. Still, she forced a big, fake, crooked smile and stormed out of the bedroom without further discussion.

When she made it to the cell, the first thing she noticed was the blood smears on the walls and the floor. There wasn't much, but it was enough to hit a nerve.

-"Deep breaths Umbrella, deep breaths ... It's just these imbeciles who forgot to clean up ... AGAIN!!!" The Angelic entity facepalmed and rubbed her eyes as she whisper-yelled, not addressing her thoughts to anyone in particular.

After calming down, she made a mop and a bucket with soapy water appear with the snap of her fingers, she pointed at the floor and walls, giving the order to wash away all trails of red liquid. The lady cracked her neck, then turned her heels and approached the terrorized winged entity.

She examined him from head to toe. He no longer had his prosthetics, which were neglectfully dumped in a corner. Cuts and bruises generously stewed all over his body. He has a black eye, which was all swollen, and some blood dripped from his mouth, slightly agape, onto his shredded-to-pieces shirt. His breath was ragged and panic could be readable in his eyes, along with a glint of fury.

She scanned the room. It was now tidy, so she dismissed the mop with a clap of her hands. Umbra knelt down in from of the young man.

-"They really didn't fuck 'round, did they ..." A smirk now boarded her lips. "Let me fix that for you, Sugarcup" She winked as she placed her right palm on his chest.