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Um,
So-
I'm in extreme pain. 
Both migraines and heartache are wonderful things-
No matter, today I will be writing a bunch as a way to celebrate 40+ Followers! I love each and every one of you and I hope you enjoy the update spree!!

Warning

this one is rather graphic, and I don't mean in the sexual way.. Okay maybe a little.

If you are squeamish, feel uncomfortable about these types of topics, or don't like these types of stories, I suggest skip this one and I will work on a much more light hearted chapter soon!

Triggers include, but are not limited to:

•Mentions of torture

•Blood

•Sadistic shit

Those are the main three! Settle down and buckle in, this is going to be interesting.

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(Y/n)'s pov.

I loved the rain. 
It washed away things like dirt, sweat, blood, and sin. 

Leaning back against the cold brick wall I stiffened as the feeling of pain invaded my back for a second time and warm blood began to run down my cold skin. I had already endured my first round of punishments this morning.

     Why was I being punished? That was easy.

I betrayed my own country.

I was once a german soldier. Now here I sit, in one of the cells we had that we kept the allied soldiers in. It was covered in old blood; my blood to be exact. I had been in here for a few months, waiting for death or for my once fellow soldiers to realize that what their doing is wrong. Most of the time the ones that came in were simply high ranking generals although some of the doctors liked to come in and give me injections like they would in the labs at the camps.  However it was ever rarely Him.

His punishments were some you could only find in nightmares. 

With Him, it was purely torture. 

You see, I once loved him.  He was so kind, so gentle in our younger years.  I never would have thought it would have gone this far.  After walking through one of the camps myself, I couldn't bare it.  I wanted this to end.. I didn't want him to win.  That night when I returned home from my duties,  I made the call. I had spent six hours on the phone with the Soviet Union, Britain, And America trying to give them as much information that I knew.  It only took four months for Him to catch on.  He couldn't look at me, he refused to, I didn't blame him.  But now he understood how it felt to be betrayed. I only wondered if it hurt him as much as it hurt me as soldiers grabbed me by the arms and threw me, beat me, destroyed me. Did he still care? I was beginning to lose hope..
And a lost it all after the first time he came to see me.  I was discussed in the both of us as he would only stand there, and look at me.  I thought that would be it, until a gunshot rang around the room and a smile appeared on his face. Ringing began to spread through ears as I looked down to find that blood was spilling out of me.  So much had spread along the cold stone floor.  Before I knew it, he had left the room, and the doctors came in to take care of the mess he made.  Every day, I prayed to what ever God there was that I would never have to see him again.. And he followed through for the most part. 

I couldn't handle the heart ache again..

I sat there, my eyes attempting to shut as the sound of the harsh rain outside drowned out the screams of other soldiers they kept prisoner. Despite all this, I heard the door to my holding block unlock and open.  I slowly turned my head, expecting one of the doctors, and almost greeted them..but began to panic once I saw the color red.

His smirk grew as if he could feel the rising tension in the air. I felt hot  tears prick at my eyes as I harshly jerked my body off the wall and started to move to the back wall of the block.  I watched his every move, now wishing for death more than simply sitting here. Once I hit the back wall, I noticed something.  He was just standing there, looking at me.I couldn't help but stare at his body in the darkness, it was stood yet unmoving... I hated this.. Anything but this.  I waited for anything to happen. To be shot again, to be stabbed, burned, mocked, ANYTHING BUT THIS! I just wanted him to stop looking at me!

“ (Y/N).. ”

I froze as he called out to me.  He began to walk to me and I shut my eyes again, begging for death to come embrace me.  I could feel his presence as he now stood in front of me.  He kneeled down to me and gently took my hand in his.  What was he doing..?

“Du bist so kalt, aber du fühlst dich lebendig.. ” (You're so cold, but you feel alive.. )

I opened my eyes and looked at him. There was no emotion seen on his face but the hurt rained from his his eyes as he held my scared, cut up hands in his gloved ones. 

I then gasped as a sharp pain exploded into my side.  I look down to see he had driven a steel blade fully into my abdomen and let go, letting it sit there inside my flesh. 

“ Warum hast du mir das angetan?
Warum hast du mich verurteilt, dir das anzutun, mein Schatz? ” ( Why did you do that to me?Why did you condemn me for doing this to you, sweetheart?)

I wanted to cry so bad but I bit my tongue and tried to focus on other things other than the man in front of me and the knife in my abdomen. What was this? Was this some new sick twisted game of his?

“ Du warst immer mein Liebling. Ich dachte, du wärst mir treu, aber es scheint, dass ich mich geirrt habe.” (  You have always been my darling. I thought you were loyal to me, but it seems I was wrong. )

I whimpered as he slowly pulled out the knife and stabbed me a second time. I couldn't help but stare at him as he was no longer looking at me, but through me as tears slipped down his face.  This was the first time I had ever seen him cry. Why now?

“ Heuchler.. ”( Hypocrite... ) I managed to whisper, despite the pain.  He finally looked up,  and smiled as he pulled me by the chin into a soft, warm kiss as he removed the knife one last time before he plunged the knife into my chest.

I was in complete shock. I didn't scream,  I only made soft gasps as I choked on my own blood. He pulled away from me as I pulled my hands back from his to wrap them around him. I could see the tears flowing from his face as he leaned in and kissed my bloody lips one last time.  This time I kissed back, fully aware of where I was going as my eyes closed.  I felt the trembling of his body as he pulled my body into a soft embrace, a soft smile forming on my lips as I felt my life slip away.  eventually everything was calm and still. 

“ Mein Verräter, meine Liebe, ich werde dich bald wiedersehen ... ” ( My traitor, my dear, I will see you again soon... )