Control [1/?]
anonymous
September 9 2009, 23:03:21 UTC
Russia twisted and flexed his hands, trying to find a way to slip out of the ropes that held his wrists together behind his back. No luck; the tight knots kept him firmly in place. He had given up trying to free his legs, which were tied to the legs of the chair. No amount of force would make them break. America had done a surprisingly good job of tying him up.
The blond country leaned back in the chair and tried to get his thoughts in order. His head was still a bit fuzzy from whatever drug America had used to knock him out earlier. How careless he had been, to let his guard down around his enemy. America had offered him a cup of coffee, insisting that Russia looked tired and the drink would do him good. He MUST have been tired to be so foolish as so believe that lie and drink it, and realized his mistake almost at once when his vision started to blur, but not to the point that he couldn't see America, grinning wickedly at him from across the table...
He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but he woke up in a dimly lit, empty room, tied to a chair. America had been there with him at first, all smiles and mocking pleasantries. He had a large, unmarked bottle of some liquid with him too. He had forced the opening of the bottle into Russia's mouth, pouring the strange liquid in so quickly that the older country either had to swallow or choke. It had a strong, chemical taste, but it was nothing that Russia could identify. America had left after that, with no explanation.
In all honesty, Russia was a little concerned. He doubted America would actually try to kill him this way, so the liquid probably wasn't poison. Russia sat very still and tried to notice any change in his body that the drink might have caused. His head was still slightly foggy, but that had probably been caused by the drug from earlier, and it was clearing fast anyway. Other than that, there wasn't much. There was no pain, no numbness, no strange sensations anywhere on or in his body. He could feel a faint twinge from his bladder, but it was hardly noticeable. Probably just the coffee from earlier working it's way through his system. It was only a minor annoyance, nothing to worry about at that point, though it would become a problem if America just left him tied up for hours on end...
“Well, fancy meeting you here!” America called as he strolled back into the room. Well, at least Russia didn't need to worry about whether or not America would be back. The younger country had the bottle with him again and wore a large, confidant grin. He was planning something, that much was clear.
“It is funny how we keep running into each other, da?” Russia replied calmly, smiling up at his captor. It wouldn't do for America to think that Russia could be intimidated.
“Strange indeed! So how are you feeling? Pretty comfortable, are you?”
“Da, your chair is quite cozy. And I wonder what the drink was that you served me earlier? I hope you didn't expect it do to anything other than quench my thirst, because it seems to have failed to have any effect on me.”
“That so? I guess it hasn't quite kicked in yet. How about another sip, while we wait?”
It was pointless to refuse; America would just force it down his throat anyway, and it would feel like one more lost battle. No, it was better to play along at this point.
“Da, I was hoping you would offer. My throat is very dry.”
“You won't be smiling like that for long,” America growled, the friendly facade slipping for just a moment as he pushed the bottle into Russia's mouth again. The chemical taste filled his mouth again and he had no choice but to keep swallowing gulp after gulp. By the time America took the bottle away, his stomach felt swollen and queasy.
“Still feeling comfortable, you fucking commie?” The smile was back on America's face, though his tone had gotten much darker.
Russia started to answer, but stopped when he felt another pang from his bladder. It was considerably stronger than the feeling he had before, and he shifted in his chair uncomfortably. Had all that liquid gone through him that quickly? He glanced up and saw America's smile widen.
“Starting to feel it now, aren't you? I'm not surprised. That was an awfully strong diuretic I just gave you.”
The blond country leaned back in the chair and tried to get his thoughts in order. His head was still a bit fuzzy from whatever drug America had used to knock him out earlier. How careless he had been, to let his guard down around his enemy. America had offered him a cup of coffee, insisting that Russia looked tired and the drink would do him good. He MUST have been tired to be so foolish as so believe that lie and drink it, and realized his mistake almost at once when his vision started to blur, but not to the point that he couldn't see America, grinning wickedly at him from across the table...
He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but he woke up in a dimly lit, empty room, tied to a chair. America had been there with him at first, all smiles and mocking pleasantries. He had a large, unmarked bottle of some liquid with him too. He had forced the opening of the bottle into Russia's mouth, pouring the strange liquid in so quickly that the older country either had to swallow or choke. It had a strong, chemical taste, but it was nothing that Russia could identify. America had left after that, with no explanation.
In all honesty, Russia was a little concerned. He doubted America would actually try to kill him this way, so the liquid probably wasn't poison. Russia sat very still and tried to notice any change in his body that the drink might have caused. His head was still slightly foggy, but that had probably been caused by the drug from earlier, and it was clearing fast anyway. Other than that, there wasn't much. There was no pain, no numbness, no strange sensations anywhere on or in his body. He could feel a faint twinge from his bladder, but it was hardly noticeable. Probably just the coffee from earlier working it's way through his system. It was only a minor annoyance, nothing to worry about at that point, though it would become a problem if America just left him tied up for hours on end...
“Well, fancy meeting you here!” America called as he strolled back into the room. Well, at least Russia didn't need to worry about whether or not America would be back. The younger country had the bottle with him again and wore a large, confidant grin. He was planning something, that much was clear.
“It is funny how we keep running into each other, da?” Russia replied calmly, smiling up at his captor. It wouldn't do for America to think that Russia could be intimidated.
“Strange indeed! So how are you feeling? Pretty comfortable, are you?”
“Da, your chair is quite cozy. And I wonder what the drink was that you served me earlier? I hope you didn't expect it do to anything other than quench my thirst, because it seems to have failed to have any effect on me.”
“That so? I guess it hasn't quite kicked in yet. How about another sip, while we wait?”
It was pointless to refuse; America would just force it down his throat anyway, and it would feel like one more lost battle. No, it was better to play along at this point.
“Da, I was hoping you would offer. My throat is very dry.”
“You won't be smiling like that for long,” America growled, the friendly facade slipping for just a moment as he pushed the bottle into Russia's mouth again. The chemical taste filled his mouth again and he had no choice but to keep swallowing gulp after gulp. By the time America took the bottle away, his stomach felt swollen and queasy.
“Still feeling comfortable, you fucking commie?” The smile was back on America's face, though his tone had gotten much darker.
Russia started to answer, but stopped when he felt another pang from his bladder. It was considerably stronger than the feeling he had before, and he shifted in his chair uncomfortably. Had all that liquid gone through him that quickly? He glanced up and saw America's smile widen.
“Starting to feel it now, aren't you? I'm not surprised. That was an awfully strong diuretic I just gave you.”
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By all means, please continue. This anon is happily looking forward to your updates.
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