Canada's Torture

Chapter 1: A Country of Freedom Without Freedom

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, ABUSE, SWEARING, ABDUCTION, TALK OF BODY HORROR(?), AND OTHER POSSIBLE THINGS. SOME OF THESE MAY BE MINOR.

VIEWER DESCRETION IS ADVISED.

America's POV

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All felt was a sharp pain surging through me. "ACK-" I chupsed. Where the hell am I!? My eyelids feel heavy as shit... I look to my side and realize, wait... Am I fucking strapped to a wall!? I struggle a bit, but it's to no avail. The shortbread tinted fluorescent lights flickered dimly, my vision still blurred. Then, my sense of sound slowly returns, and I hear a familiar voice humming a tune. Okay, what the actual fuck. This better just be some sick prank!

The blur of my sight soon comes to clarity as I make out the figure standing before me–Canada? "CANADA!? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" I scream, but he just looks at me with a big, wide grin. "Oh! America! You're awake! I was hoping you would stay sleeping for a bit longer..." He commented. Obviously, I became super confused. "For what reason?!" I asked, clearly my response was funny because it got a chuckle out of that bitch. "Well, I was enjoying the feel of your blood whilst you were unconscious...." Canada paused, "But now you're awake, we can have more fun!" he continued, then pulling out a chainsaw. My blood ran cold. "THE FUCK!?" Canada slowly approached, revving the chainsaw with each inch he closed between us. Shit, shit, shit... Is this bastard really going to kill me!?

I hadn't noticed it, but apparently I was focusing all my strength on breaking out of those straps. Must be the adrenaline coming in handy! As soon as they broke, I pounced directly onto Canada and ripped that stupid chainsaw from his hands. "AHA! WHOSE GOT THE UPERHAND NOW!?" I exclaim proudly, but my pride cut short by a wild punch. "Still me!" I fall backwards and hold my hand to my face, darn he's good. Canada reequips his chainsaw and turns it on, "You got too cocky~!" he whispered, as he advanced towards me. A dodge was attempted, but a large wound was cut across me. "GAAHCK-!!" I yell in pain and instinctively collapse.

That sick fuck just drops the chainsaw and ties me up! "That was just a warning. Try that shit again and you'll be on the verge of ascending." "Whatever you sick bastard..." I respond. He starts rubbing my cheeks, and patting the area where I THINK he knocked me out, the warm blood starting to drizzle down my face. I let out a small gag of disgust when he licks it off his hand, "How comfortable is your skin and your body? You're sooooo soft! Can I wear you?" he asks, and I look on in even more disgust. "You're sick! No! You cannot wear me!"

Canada pouts a bit and backs away. "Suit yourself." He then takes his chainsaw and drags himself out the room, and of course he just HAD to lock the door.

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That fucker is just going to trap me in here I guess.