~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:8◀

I'm back again!!!

This is absolutely the longest chapter that i've written for now >:D

And again, there is a warning, if you don't want to read then don't.

Now with the chapter uwu.

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Time skip to nine days later.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴⚠

3rd person POV:

The days in the dark, damp cell blurred together for Russia. Each one was a relentless cycle of pain and suffering, his body growing weaker with every passing hour. TR’s sadistic methods knew no bounds, and the once-proud nation now hung limply in his chains, his wings shredded and his spirit on the brink of breaking.

Russia's POV:

Nine days. Nine days of unimaginable torment. My body is covered in wounds, every movement sends waves of agony through me. The hope I once clung to is slipping away, replaced by a despair I can't seem to escape.

3rd person POV:

The cell door creaked open once more, and TR stepped inside with a gleeful look in his eyes. He carried a new set of instruments, each one more terrifying than the last. Russia's heart sank as he saw the cruel devices, knowing the agony they would bring.

"Good evening, doll~," TR purred, his voice a venomous whisper. "I'll tell you something that'll make you so happy, well, i just sent your siblings back home~now they won't be hearing you nor suffering, anyways, ready for today's session?".

Russia's eyes were dull, his body trembling with pain and exhaustion. But deep inside he was so happy for his siblings.and yet, he met TR's gaze with defiance, refusing to let the monster see his fear.

TR savored the moment, relishing the sight of his broken victim. He selected a pair of metal clamps, approaching Russia with slow, deliberate steps. "I must say, your resilience is impressive. But we both know it's only a matter of time."

With a cruel smile, TR applied the clamps to Russia's wings, the metal biting into the already torn flesh. Russia's scream echoed through the cell, a sound of pure, unfiltered agony.

TR tightened the clamps, watching with sadistic glee as Russia's body convulsed with pain. He then picked up a vial of acid, holding it up for Russia to see.

"Let's see how you'll handle this," TR said, his voice dripping with malice.

With a slow, deliberate motion, TR poured some droplets of acid onto Russia's wounds. The searing pain was beyond anything Russia had ever felt, his screams filling the cell and echoing through the halls. The acid ate away at his flesh, the smell of burning skin filling the air.

Russia's body writhed in the chains, every nerve on fire. The acid hissed and bubbled as it ate through his skin, leaving raw, exposed flesh in its wake. TR watched with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

Russia's POV:

The pain was unbearable, my vision blurred with tears. Every nerve in my body screamed in agony. Please, someone, make it stop.

3rd person POV:

TR moved on to a new device, a metal prod heated to a glowing red. He pressed it against Russia's chest, the burning metal searing his flesh. Russia's screams grew louder, his body writhing in pain.

"You'll break eventually," TR taunted, his voice a cruel whisper. "Everyone does."

TR then selected a serrated blade, running his fingers along its edge. He stepped closer to Russia, the blade glinting menacingly in the dim light.