SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

Part two of hurting andrey AU

Anonymous asked:

Please, I need to see more of Andrey begging as he's whumped!

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In the freezing darkness of the room, Andrey's breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale sending a fresh wave of cold pain through his chest. His mind swirled in a haze of agony and fear, struggling to grasp the reality of his situation.

The door creaked open again, and you reappeared, this time carrying a small, portable heater. You set it down just out of Andrey's reach, turning it on and letting the warmth seep into the room, but not close enough to offer him any comfort.

"How does it feel to be so close to relief, yet so far away?" you taunted, your voice dripping with satisfaction.

Andrey's teeth chattered uncontrollably, his body shaking with cold and fear. "Please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please, just let me go. I can't take this anymore."

You crouched down beside him, your eyes cold and devoid of pity. "Do you think Noah begged for mercy?" you asked softly. "Do you think he cried and pleaded, just like you are now?"

Andrey's eyes widened, a fresh wave of terror crashing over him. "I... I didn't mean to hurt him," he stammered. "I was just... I was just trying to teach him a lesson."

Your expression hardened, lips curling into a sneer. "And what lesson are you learning now, Andrey? Are you learning what it feels like to be powerless? To be at the mercy of someone who has none?"

You reached out and grabbed his injured hand, squeezing the stumps of his severed fingers. Andrey screamed, the pain a white-hot explosion that left him gasping for breath.

"You can scream all you want," you said, your voice a cold whisper. "No one will hear you. No one will come to save you. Just like no one saved Noah."

Andrey's vision blurred with tears, his mind a chaotic jumble of pain and despair. He had never felt so helpless, so utterly broken. His pride, his arrogance, everything that had once made him feel powerful was stripped away, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

Hours passed, each minute stretching into an eternity of pain and cold. Andrey's mind drifted in and out of consciousness, his thoughts a chaotic swirl of fear and agony. He had no idea how much time had passed when the door creaked open again.

This time, you were accompanied by another figure, a burly man with a grim expression. He walked over to Andrey, lifting him up roughly and dragging him back into the main room. Andrey's body protested with every movement, his wounds burning with fresh agony.

"Please," he whimpered, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, no more..."

You ignored him, strapping him to a cold metal table in the center of the room. Andrey's heart raced, terror flooding his veins as he realized what was coming.

The burly man stepped forward, holding a pair of pliers in one hand. "Hold still," he growled, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Andrey's eyes widened in horror as the man grabbed one of his remaining fingers, the cold metal clamping down on it. Andrey's scream echoed through the basement, a raw, primal sound that seemed to bounce off the walls and hang in the air.

"Stop, please!" he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "I can't take anymore!"

You stepped forward, your expression one of cold satisfaction. "This is just the beginning, Andrey. You've inflicted so much pain on others. Now it's time for you to experience it yourself."

The man with the pliers twisted and pulled, the excruciating pain making Andrey thrash against his restraints. He could feel his finger breaking, the bones snapping under the pressure. His vision blurred with tears, his body trembling with agony.

The man finally released his grip, stepping back to admire his work. Andrey's finger was a mangled ruin, blood oozing from the torn flesh. He could barely think through the haze of pain, his mind a chaotic jumble of fear and despair.

But you weren't done yet. You stepped forward, a cruel smile on your lips. You picked up a long, thin needle, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light.

"You're going to feel every bit of pain you've caused," you said softly, your voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "Every single bit."

You brought the needle to his hand, slowly pushing it under his fingernail. Andrey screamed, the pain a white-hot explosion that left him gasping for breath. He could feel the needle digging into his flesh, the agony radiating up his arm.

You twisted the needle, each movement sending fresh waves of pain through his body. Andrey thrashed against the table, his mind a whirlwind of agony and fear. He had never felt anything like this, had never imagined such pain was possible.

"Please," he sobbed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, stop..."

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The needle was driven deeper, the pain an unrelenting torment that left Andrey gasping for breath. He could barely think, barely see, his entire existence reduced to a haze of agony and terror.

Finally, you pulled the needle free, leaving Andrey's hand a bleeding, mangled mess. He lay there, his body trembling with pain, his mind a shattered ruin. He had no strength left to fight, no hope left to cling to.

You stepped back, your expression one of cold satisfaction. "This is your new reality, leech," you said, your voice a cruel whisper. "Pain. Fear. Helplessness. Just like you've made others feel."

You turned and walked away, leaving Andrey alone in the freezing darkness. He lay there, his body broken and bleeding, his mind a chaotic swirl of fear and despair. He had always thought of himself as untouchable, as someone above the common rabble. But now, he was nothing more than a broken, bleeding wreck, a prisoner of his own cruelty.

The cold seeped into Andrey's bones, each breath a struggle as he lay on the floor, shivering uncontrollably. His wounds throbbed, a constant reminder of your cruelty. He had no idea how much time had passed, his sense of reality slipping away in the darkness.

The door creaked open once more, and you stepped inside, a bucket of icy water in hand. Andrey's heart sank, fear flooding his veins. He tried to move, to crawl away, but his body was too weak, too broken.

The water splashed over him, the shock of the cold sending a fresh wave of agony through his body. Andrey gasped, his breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps. He could feel the water soaking into his clothes, chilling him to the bone.

"Feeling cold, ain't ya? Bet no one is even looking for you."

Andrey's mind reeled, the words cutting through him like a knife. He had always thought of himself as powerful, as someone who commanded respect and fear. But now, he was reduced to nothing, a broken, bleeding wreck in a cold, dark room. He was supposed to be the one laughing right now. He was supposed to be the one with power.

You only knelt beside him, your eyes cold and devoid of pity. "This is the end for you, Andrey," you whispered. "No more power. No more control. Just pain and darkness."

You stood up, looking down on the once-proud prince as he lay there, his body trembling with pain and cold, his mind a shattered ruin. He had no strength left to fight, no hope left to cling to. He was nothing.

"And I intend to drag it out as much as I can."