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Tortured (Gerita)

//I don't like role-playing gerita but I will if it's this kinda angst rp.//

Feliciano looked up in pure terror. He lay bound with fetters of iron and large, thick, cold manacles locked around his tiny wrists. He was dressed in his silk holy robes and his beautiful, amber eyes were open... Darting around the dark room which he was in. He was alone, at first that is. Alone and afraid as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, finally. Around were the faint shadows of chains hanging from the walls and ceiling, and Feliciano even reckoned that he could see what looked to be a Scolds Bridal in the corner of the room. It was old, Feliciano knew that for certain... Although it had been most popular during the 1500s in England and Scotland, this device was seen as late as the 19th century! A collection piece maybe? The boys pretty eyes soon darted over to more silhouette, starting to shake with fear. He wasn't certain... But after squinting a little, the small Italian soon recognised that there were a variation of different kinds of whips hung proudly over the wall in a smart, orderly formation, accompanied with with knives and such. Feliciano remembered that the whips were designed in ancient Rome and remained prevalent even up to the American Civil War. He felt sick to also remember that as he sat there on that cold damp floor, the use of whips were still used as punishment in Islamic countries and Eastern nations... On the walls, as far as Feliciano could see, there were two main types of whips: the horsewhip, a flexible stick with a handle and the traditional whip, a long, single strand which he assumed to be made with leather with a stiff handle at the end. However, he soon recognised other variations of these including the bullwhip (braided leather), cat o' nine tails (multiple strands), knout, scourge and knittles.
"M-Mr. Germany?" The small, trembling Italian cried out, waiting for a few moments as his unanswered cry echoed about the room before he was once again left in an eery silence, smelling a musty, rather disgusting smell. The Italian then glanced around again, trying not to let the tears in his pretty eyes blur his vision too much. The boy supposed it would be wishful thinking for Ludwig to suddenly appear and save him! He didn't even know where he was, let alone where the German was at this point! Maybe they were in similar situation.... Anyway, the Italians eyes soon fell upon a little metal tea table with torture tools neatly displayed upon it, such as the heretics fork, a thumb screw, a Spanish spider and much more. The poor Italian was about to call out again when suddenly, there was a buzz and the sights on the ceiling of this room switched on, causing Feliciano to squeeze his eyes shut for a good few seconds before opening them again, squinting due to the bright light. Now he could see the room in which he was in... It was large, and filled with tools and he was chained to a brick wall. Near the other end of the room there were even some bigger torture inventions, such as the bull and a Garrote and even an intestinal crank! However, the Italian didn't have much time to look around as suddenly, his eyes fell upon a man in the middle of the room. He was laid upon a wooden frame... His arms and legs tied to rollers on both ends of this wooden frame, stretching his body out nicely. He was on the rack. H-Hello?" Feliciano called out fearfully, realising with a grimace that the stench that he'd been smelling was from this man who was naked and soaked in his own urine. He was a asleep or knocked out, Feliciano wasn't sure, so once again, the boys call was met with echoes and then silence.
However, all of a sudden there was another buzz and mechanics around the rack caused the rollers to turn, stretching the man's arms above his head and his legs downwards. Naturally, the man was awake in an instant and oh how this human screamed, sending shivers of horror down Felicianos spine but shivers of delight and pleasure down someone elses... Too distracted by the gross popping sounds as the humans limbs dislocated, Feliciano didn't notice the cellar door swinging open... He didn't notice the German man walking down the stairs... He didn't notice his old friend admiring a table with bowls of different acids on a table... He didn't notice Ludwig until he was directly in front of him, a vile smirk on his lips and a shining knife in his grip.
(If you want to RP this with me, continue in DMS as ludwig either here or on Instagram. My user is aph_RP_