Captivity (RusAme) #WATTYS2018

Chapter 2

Alfred woke up. He was given some food. He wasn't hungry. His stomach was damaged after being burnt. He kept staring at the walls. He stood up and tried to walk aound the room. It was slow and painful but he was still able to walk.

  He heard the door creak. With a reflex, he ran to the back of the room. The soldiers looked at each other and walked at him. One's accent wasn't really good, Alfred barely understood what he was saying. They said something in Russian.

When they gave up on trying to tell him, they simply grabbed him and took him out of the room. Alfred struggled and screamed. "No! Don't touch me!" he yelled. It had no effect.

They took him to the same room as before. Ivan was sitting there. They tied him like before. "Oh, my favourite victim is here!" Ivan smiled. Alfred could feel tears roll down his face. He was so angry.

Ivan looked at him. He was actually crying. He was amused. He laughed.

"Aw, is the Great United States of America crying? Such weak.." his laughter got louder. "Such a little baby! Where is Arthur when you are like this?"

"Leave me alone!" yelled Alfred as he struggled. Ivan laughed. "It hurts so much.." he whispered. He cried. He was so sad. Ivan looked at him. He was laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes. "Let's get over with it, huh?"

  He took the drug and injected in into Alfred. This time he had a knife. Alfred felt like he was so drunk. Ivan took the knife and went to Alfred. Alfred's head was down. Ivan stared at him. "No words this time?"

   Alfred's second time on the drug and he was already addicted. Ivan kept staring. He was no fun. He pressed the knife on Alfred's arm. He was ready to go. Ivan started cutting his wrist. Alfred screamed in pain again. He was cutting so deep that he could feel his blood loss.

  He was crossing the burnt places. He looked right into Ivan's eyes. Ivan smirked and kept cutting. Even though it hurt so bad, Alfred started to like the feeling. He started to like the feeling of Ivan cutting his wrists and legs. He liked screaming. And especially the feeling of Ivan making him scream.

He started smiling. Ivan was happy. He cut deeper and deeper. Alfred's screams turned into whimpers. Alfred wanted more. He pushed his head backwards. Ivan stopped, laughing. Alfred looked at him, out of breath. "Please.."

Ivan frowned. "Please what?"

"Please keep cutting me.."

He was addicted.

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When they took him to his room, he was feeling so sore. He couldn't feel his legs and arms. He was still out of breath. He didn't need Arthur with him here. Ivan was so much of a pleasure for him.

  He closed his eyes. He didn't try to sleep. But when he was too relaxed, his mind closed itself and he went to sleep. He could feel pain. Only pain. It was making him feel good. He was going insane.

  Ivan was at the door, listening to him sleep. He didn't mind being creepy. 5 minutes of wait, Ivan decided to go back to his room. At that moment, he heard Alfred's cracking voice whimper his name over and over again.

Ivan could feel himself unintentionally grin. He went to room. Well, thinking about what to do the next day was a hard topic to think about when trying to sleep. He exactly knew what to to.

"You are falling for me, Alfred."

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  Francis watched Arthur call everyone. He had been waiting for 3 hours. Arthur was desperate. He had no idea what to do. Arthur covered his face with his hands, followed by sobbing noises. Francis was seeing Arthur cry for the first time.

  He stood up and walked at him. He hugged Arthur who was sitting on the office chair and crouched down, kissing his forehead. "We will find him.." he murmured. Arthur wasn't used to the feeling of Francis touching him. He blushed.

Francis smiled. He saw Arthur staring at him. Francis raised one eyebrow. "What?" he asked. "Oh, about the 'thing'?" He asked and looked down.

"I'm so sorry, I really don't know what came over me.." he said. Arthur was looking at him, he was puzzled.

Arthur glanced away and with a quick move, he hugged him. Francis was surprised but hugged him back. He smiled. He knew the feeling of needing a shoulder to cry on. When Arthur back away, he frowned. Francis laughed. Arthur was so cute like that. The two kept glaring at each other.

The moment was ruined by a phone ringing. Arthur took the phone quickly. His voice trembled. "H-hello?"

The voice didn't care to greet.

"I think I can help you with finding Alfred." he said.

"Gilbert?"