~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:69◀

The chapter:

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Warning⚠.

3rd person pov:

Russia sat on the couch, tense and trying to steady his racing heart. The events of the day had left him shaken, and he could sense America’s anger simmering just beneath the surface. The two were cuffed together, a punishment by  UN that now felt more like a cruel trap. Every moment that passed in America’s presence heightened Russia’s anxiety, knowing that there was no escape from what might come next.

America had been pacing the room, his frustration growing with every passing second. Finally, without warning, he yanked Russia up from the couch, the forceful tug of the cuffs nearly sending Russia off balance. He could see the cold determination in America’s eyes and felt a surge of fear that made his stomach churn.

America dragged Russia down the hallway, his grip bruisingly tight on Russia’s arm as they entered the bedroom. Russia’s pulse quickened; he knew what was coming and felt utterly powerless to stop it.

Once inside the bedroom, America wasted no time. He roughly shoved Russia onto the bed, causing the smaller man to let out a small gasp of surprise and pain. America’s hands moved quickly, securing Russia’s wrists and legs to the bedposts with additional restraints. The metal of the cuffs rattled ominously as Russia’s panic grew, feeling the cold steel pressing into his skin.

Leaning over Russia, America’s lips curled into a smirk as he gazed down at his helpless prey. "You’re not getting away tonight," he whispered with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "We’re going to have some fun~."

Russia’s breathing became shallow as America’s hands trailed down to the waistband of his pants. He could hardly think, his mind consumed by fear. When America yanked down slightly the waistband, exposing more of Russia’s skin, the humiliation made Russia’s cheeks burn, but the fear kept him silent.

America leaned in close, his teeth grazing Russia’s exposed flesh before he suddenly bit down hard. The pain was sharp and immediate, causing Russia to cry out loudly, the sound echoing through the room. The bite was so intense that it broke the skin, drawing blood. Russia’s body instinctively tried to recoil, but the restraints held him in place, leaving him no choice but to endure the agony.

"Shut up," America growled, his voice dripping with cruel pleasure. He reveled in Russia’s suffering, each scream a twisted form of music to his ears. He moved his mouth to Russia’s neck, biting down with even more force. The pain was excruciating, and Russia’s scream was louder this time, filled with desperation and terror. Blood welled up from the deep bite, seeping into the fabric of Russia’s shirt.

America wasn’t satisfied yet. He continued biting along Russia’s body, leaving a trail of bleeding wounds that marked his possession. Each bite was accompanied by Russia’s cries, his body trembling violently under America’s relentless assault. The sadistic pleasure in America’s eyes grew with each scream, each whimper of pain.

Then, America paused, pulling back just enough to look down at Russia’s tear-streaked face. A wicked idea formed in his mind, and his smirk widened. "You want me to stop?" he asked mockingly, his voice soft and menacing. "Then say my full name. Say it, and maybe I’ll consider it."

Russia’s mind was a haze of pain and fear, but he knew he had no choice but to obey. His voice shook as he whispered, "United States of America…"

"Not good enough," America sneered, his hand tightening around Russia’s jaw as he forced him to look into his eyes. "Louder."

Russia’s voice cracked as he tried to muster the strength to speak louder. "United States of America!" he cried out, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and agony.

America’s sadistic grin grew as he savored Russia’s submission. "Now, beg me to stop," he ordered, his tone commanding and filled with satisfaction.

"Please, United States of America… please stop… I’ll do anything, just stop…" Russia pleaded, tears streaming down his face. The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but he was too broken to care.

America chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the power he held over Russia. But instead of stopping, he reached down to the waistband of Russia’s pants again, yanking them down further to expose even more of Russia’s vulnerable skin. Russia’s heart sank, a fresh wave of fear crashing over him as he realized that America wasn’t done yet.

America leaned in, his teeth sinking into Russia’s exposed hip with such force that it left a deep, bloody wound. Russia screamed, the pain unbearable, his voice hoarse from crying out. The blood trickled down his skin, staining the sheets beneath him. America continued biting along Russia’s hip and thighs, each bite more brutal than the last, leaving Russia writhing in agony.

The pain was so intense that Russia could barely think. His body was trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to endure the torment. America seemed to be enjoying every second of it, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched Russia suffer.

Then, as America moved back up to Russia’s neck, his teeth bit down hard, leaving another bloody mark. Russia screamed louder than before, the sound filled with pain and desperation. The humiliation, the fear, and the pain were too much to bear.

America finally stopped, but only after one last, brutal bite to Russia’s neck that left him sobbing uncontrollably. The room was silent except for Russia’s broken cries, his body trembling violently as he lay there, completely defeated.

Just as the torment seemed to be over, Russia’s phone rang, the sudden sound startling him. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was his brother, Ukraine, calling. He desperately wanted to answer, to find some comfort in his brother’s voice, but America wasn’t about to let that happen.

America’s smirk returned as he saw the name on the phone. Without a word, he reached over and took the phone, holding it just out of Russia's reach. "You’re not going to answer that," America said, his tone mocking. He enjoyed the look of despair on Russia’s face as he held the phone just out of reach, watching him struggle.

Russia’s heart sank even further as America tossed the phone aside, the call going unanswered. There was no escape, no comfort to be found. He was completely at America’s mercy, and the realization left him feeling utterly hopeless.

Satisfied with his dominance, America finally released Russia from the restraints, but the damage had already been done. Russia lay there, broken and exhausted, his body covered in bite marks, bruises, and blood. He didn’t have the strength to move, to fight back, to do anything but lie there and endure the pain.

America leaned down one last time, his breath hot against Russia’s ear. "You’re mine, Russia. Don’t ever forget that."

With that, America pulled back, leaving Russia to lie there in the darkness, his body and spirit shattered. The night stretched on, filled with the echoes of Russia’s cries and the oppressive weight of America’s presence beside him.

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