Before he could make it far outside of the house, A strong arm grabbed him around the stomach, hauling him up. He screeched in terror, trying to tear away from Russia, who only pulled him closer, carrying him back into the house.
Slamming the door shut, Russia finally spoke. "Oh, I hoped you wouldn't be so uncooperative. I'm afraid I'm going to have to make sure you don't try to run away from me." Still holding him up and carrying him, Russia carried him past Latvia and Estonia, who were staring in horror. Lithuania struggled in desperation before Russia finally dropped him onto the floor. Struggling to get up, Lithuania looked around and realized that he was in a familiar room. This was the room that Russia ofen used when beating him or his brothers. It was impossible to get out of, as the walls and door were made of metal. Before he could react, the door was shut, leaving him alone.
He immediately rushed to the door and started banging on it. He pleaded and begged until his fists were raw, pounding on the door. Finally, after getting no response, he dropped to the ground. He laid there, listening to his own breathing, calming himself into and uncomfortable sleep as he did the night before.
He woke up a while later, hoping that it was all a joke and that he had been carried back to his room. But his eyes only looked at a bare wall, and a container full of water.
How generous.
For a short while he neglected to drink the water out of spite, but the pain in his stomach became so excruciating that he crawled over to it, hoping that drinking it would ease his hunger.
If it made a difference, He didn't notice. Instead he laid on the ground, thinking of anything and everything to get his mind off of his hunger.
He began to clench his teeth from the pain. He tried to sleep as to take his thoughts and desperation away, but he found sleeping was becoming harder to do.
Soon, he was back at the door, begging for anyone to let him out.
He pounded on it, not only to make noise, but out of hope that the door would magically fall down.
He would always stop from fatigue and pain, but he would always return to the door, each time with more desperation.
"I'll die in here," he yelled, shaking with sobs as he hit the door. "Please, if you want me dead, kill me! Shoot me to death, shoot me to death, torture me to death! But not this, please!" He held his head, shaking with sobs as they echoed back at him in the empty room.
His knuckles became bruised and bloody from his attacks on the door, and he switched to scratching. He scratched at the door, leaving hardly a mark. But he continued, while screaming for both life and death.
When the tops of his his nails began to bend backwards, he stopped, curling up in a ball, and cradling his injured hands.
Then he stopped. He didn't know if he had been there a week, a month, a year, but he couldn't find it in him to resist any longer. He rested on the floor, crying from the pain in his hands and his stomach. He felt his energy drain from his body.
When he felt large hands around him, kissing his forehead and pressing against his light body, he didn't ask for food or forgiveness. He pressed his tear streaked face against Russia's, holding onto him desperately.
"Shh, Toris, it's all over now," he whispered, kissing him softly. "Now that you've learned your lesson, you know how lucky you are to have what I give you."
Lithuania only responded with gratitude, mumbling, "thank you, thank you."
OP here! Thank you so much, author-anon, for taking up this fill. I think it was made even more painful by the fact that Latvia and Estonia knew about the punishment, and I quite liked that Lithuania didn't just lie down and take it but tried to fight back a bit.
Very nice, painful and innovative. I loved Russia's idea of locking the cupboards. I was a bit confused about the metal room, wondering if Russia had used part of an old Russian submarine in his house. I think you did a great job to show the process of poor Liet's punishment and his descent into hopelessness in this fic.
Slamming the door shut, Russia finally spoke. "Oh, I hoped you wouldn't be so uncooperative. I'm afraid I'm going to have to make sure you don't try to run away from me." Still holding him up and carrying him, Russia carried him past Latvia and Estonia, who were staring in horror. Lithuania struggled in desperation before Russia finally dropped him onto the floor. Struggling to get up, Lithuania looked around and realized that he was in a familiar room. This was the room that Russia ofen used when beating him or his brothers. It was impossible to get out of, as the walls and door were made of metal. Before he could react, the door was shut, leaving him alone.
He immediately rushed to the door and started banging on it. He pleaded and begged until his fists were raw, pounding on the door. Finally, after getting no response, he dropped to the ground. He laid there, listening to his own breathing, calming himself into and uncomfortable sleep as he did the night before.
He woke up a while later, hoping that it was all a joke and that he had been carried back to his room. But his eyes only looked at a bare wall, and a container full of water.
How generous.
For a short while he neglected to drink the water out of spite, but the pain in his stomach became so excruciating that he crawled over to it, hoping that drinking it would ease his hunger.
If it made a difference, He didn't notice. Instead he laid on the ground, thinking of anything and everything to get his mind off of his hunger.
He began to clench his teeth from the pain. He tried to sleep as to take his thoughts and desperation away, but he found sleeping was becoming harder to do.
Soon, he was back at the door, begging for anyone to let him out.
He pounded on it, not only to make noise, but out of hope that the door would magically fall down.
He would always stop from fatigue and pain, but he would always return to the door, each time with more desperation.
"I'll die in here," he yelled, shaking with sobs as he hit the door. "Please, if you want me dead, kill me! Shoot me to death, shoot me to death, torture me to death! But not this, please!" He held his head, shaking with sobs as they echoed back at him in the empty room.
His knuckles became bruised and bloody from his attacks on the door, and he switched to scratching. He scratched at the door, leaving hardly a mark. But he continued, while screaming for both life and death.
When the tops of his his nails began to bend backwards, he stopped, curling up in a ball, and cradling his injured hands.
Then he stopped. He didn't know if he had been there a week, a month, a year, but he couldn't find it in him to resist any longer. He rested on the floor, crying from the pain in his hands and his stomach. He felt his energy drain from his body.
When he felt large hands around him, kissing his forehead and pressing against his light body, he didn't ask for food or forgiveness. He pressed his tear streaked face against Russia's, holding onto him desperately.
"Shh, Toris, it's all over now," he whispered, kissing him softly. "Now that you've learned your lesson, you know how lucky you are to have what I give you."
Lithuania only responded with gratitude, mumbling, "thank you, thank you."
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My stomach pangs for poor Toris.
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I also liked how you gave Toris a backbone, and of just how painful you made it for Toris. (And me)
Good job!
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