Stalker | Delusional Love

22: A Targeted Attack

Warning: Big big warning! You ain't prepared!

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This routine has been going on for a while now.

Nonstop it went. As Italy would cook multiple dishes on one night that would turn into a couple days worth of meals.

Though the timing had changed a bit, as Soviet had started making the Italian cook at night for whatever reason.

Reich couldn't understand this change of pace, perhaps Soviet thought the Italian was distracting the German? As in Soviet's mind, all of Reich's focus needed to be on him and him only.

Soviet did change Reich's duct tape a couple of times, and even let Reich's hands be free for a little while, though of course he had supervision when he was 'free'.

The Russian had been patiently waiting for the German's requests for food, but all he ever got were requests for his phone back.

Soviet had been sneakily using it, for his own entertainment honestly.

He got bored sometimes, and most of the time the TV had nothing good on it.

Reich always found something to watch though, whether it be from Japan's Crunchy-roll account or perhaps some random show that was just playing. He almost always had something going.

What else was he going to do?

Soviet had only recently started letting him stand up to stretch his limbs, and though he had tried to run off a few times while that happened, Soviet always caught him again, he always did.

This wasn't fun at all. Reich didn't want to be here, he didn't want his friends here.

His thoughts made him want to cry but he didn't want to cry right now, he just wanted silence. He wanted no Soviet. He wanted peace. Some sort of freedom.

But he didn't get anything.

He was tired of being so emotional, he was such a wreck, it was annoying. His body was so broken and destroyed and it was also annoying.

He was tired of being in so much pain

all the time.

He wakes up in the same place every day, he can't move, he can just breathe.

He can speak but he has no words to say.

He needs to get out of here. Reich needs to get out of here. The Third Reich does.

The German needed to escape, he needed to get to a hospital, he needed to get his friends there, and he needed to eat some damn oranges because he was really wanting oranges right now.

But besides that, he really needed to focus on Soviet right now. Soviet was his key to escaping.

That was true whether Reich wanted to admit it or not.

The German's brain went not thinking and thinking as he tried to think of a solution.

He wasn't sure if he should try something today, but he just had to do something. He just couldn't keep sitting here.

How long has it been? A little over two weeks?

How long had he been pregnant for then?

Reich raised an eyebrow as the thought suddenly hit his mind.

He was home for about a month after the Bahamas, and then he was here for a while.

Maybe he's just not experiencing normal pregnancy things yet. Not everyone does. Though maybe he also didn't notice anything since he wasn't aware of this problem until recently.