Repairing Our Relationship

24 - Trapped and Tortured

Seventeen countries sat spread out in a single room. All of them were huddled in little groups together, either for warmth or talking amongst themselves. No happiness was in the air, only misery and sadness.

"I-I wanna go home..." Pakistan cried into India's chest.

India rubbed his sister's back. "We all do, Paki." He murmered.

Every country in the room had visible bruises and cuts on their bodies. From their necks to their ankles, cuts and bruises covered a majority of their body. And if you're wondering, no, none of them were touched or...the other more extreme one, only tortured.

The reason the countries were all in the same room was because there is something the three mysterious kidnappers did once a week. Every Wednesday, they gather the countries they have and put them into this room.

The reason they do this is not known, but eventually one of them comes in and drags a random country out to torture them. After the torture is finished, they throw the poor victim back inside the room. After a few hours, they take all the countries and put them back into their cells.

Timor-Leste was the victim last time. Speaking of him, he was the only one not in a group. He was in a corner all by himself, lost in his thoughts. He was shivering from the cold of the room, but he didn't care. Tear marks stained his cheeks, he had cried from the torture that is delivered to him everyday, and another reason he cried was because he missed his family.

A doorknob turning made all conversations stop and all thoughts interrupted. The countries in the room looked fearfully at the door as it slowly opened. It must be one of their captors. Who is getting tortured now?

"Stop fighting!" A female voice shouted, followed by a loud hit. The countries in the room stared at Tall as she dragged in an injured Netherlands.

Tall threw Netherlands into the center of the room. "Enjoy the company while it lasts," she spat and closed the door.

The other countries looked at Netherlands as he layed on the floor. He wasn't as damaged as the rest of them; he only had a bruise on both of his arms and a cut on his head.

After a few moments, Netherlands groaned and sat up. He sat on his knees and stared at the ground. "Where...where am I..?" He asked as he looked around.

His eyes widened when he saw the missing countries. They all were here, he couldn't believe it! His thoughts were cut off when he heard Timor-Leste say, "Your worst nightmare."

Netherlands turned in the direction of the small country. Timor-Leste was giving Netherlands a look of sympathy. Netherlands noticed all the bruises, cuts, and wounds Timor had, and then looked at the others. They also had many cuts, wounds, and bruises. "What happened to you guys..?" He asked.

"The same thing that'll happen to you..." Fiji said, her voice strained.

Netherlands went quiet. He stood up and began walking to the door. He wasn't that far away from it before he felt someone grab his arm. "Don't."

Netherlands turned around and saw Samoa standing in front of him. She was struggling to stand up from her legs being whipped earlier. She was clutching Netherlands' arm and looked at him with desperation in her eyes. "If you try to escape they'll punish all of us..." She said.

"It's true," India spoke up, "I tried getting out of here when I first got here. I failed and we all got...tortured..."

"It's impossible to escape..." Nauru murmered, walking up to Samoa and Netherlands.

Samoa let go of Netherlands and started falling to the ground. Nauru caught her before she hit the floor and helped her to the corner they both were previously at.