So Very Sorry [3/?]
anonymous
May 20 2009, 01:35:58 UTC
"You are terrified, da? Terrified of me, da? I am a monster, da?" Russia hissed spitefully. His nails tore into his neck and America watched as blood trailed down his neck to his chest until its pace slowed to a stop on the bed. Trembling, America attempted to shake his head but the scarf constricted around his neck so that he couldn't move. His nostrils flared wildly as he struggled to breathe, making muffled cries of what was supposed to be, "Never!"
"No answer? So mean~" Without warning, Russia aimed the gun at America's hands and shot. America screamed, splinters flying into his face as a piece of the wooden headboard exploded above his face. His wrists seared with a burning pain and he let out another strangled cry as Russia pressed the hot gun barrel to a small, naked spot on his neck. The skin turned red immediately and America felt tears well up in his eyes from rage and pain.
"This is what those filthy существа did to me. When I was a little child..." Malice dripped from Russia's words and he aimed the gun at America's hips before firing once more. The mattress made a small jerk from the firing gun and America screamed once more as the skin on his hips seared with the same burning pain. That red hot barrel pressed up against his neck again, causing more cries to escape pitifully from the once proud nation.
"They would chain me up and sodomize me with guns, sword hilts, anything. And then mark me with pokers on my neck. Half of these disgusting things," Russia taped the barrel of the gun to the bleeding cut on his neck without flinching. "Are from them. Others are from the chains and collars tore my skin." Russia's smile became twisted as he waved the gun in front of America's face.
"I wonder how many bullets are left..." One moment later, America's face flew to his right, straining against the scarf painfully as his vision darkened. Russia smacked the butt of the gun against his forehead and was now watching as blood trickled down the blonde's face and onto his scarf.
"Tsk, tsk, Alfred. You ruined my favorite scarf! You will be punished, da?" The bruised man was too dizzy to comprehend the meaning behind his lover's words until he felt something slightly hot press against his entrance roughly. But it wasn't large, it was slender and small and had this odd texture; it was the gun barrel. America's legs jerked up in attempts to kick Russia away, however, the larger man smacked Alfred's face with the back of his free hand.
"Stay still, or I will fire inside you."
There was no mercy behind those words so America stilled, tears falling freely from his eyes in fear and shame. This was not happening - it couldn't be happening. But the pain from that barrel burying deep into him without any lubrication was very real and the fear of dying like a wanton whore was very real. Russia tugged on one of the ends of the scarf so that it tightened around America's face more while continuing to smile happily at the scene before him. America just winced and whimpered pathetically as the gun in Russia's other hand twisted poked inside his ass harshly. The warmth wasn't pleasant either; it burned his insides slightly and the young nation knew he would be raw after this.
"Ohhh, this is fun foreplay, da? I want to show you what it is like to be raped, моя любовь~" The gun pulled out of America quickly, much to his relief, and Russia pushed his legs up. America felt the other's breath against his abused entrance and twitched as he felt Russia spit at it dead on. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.
"I want to hear you screeeeam..." Hands pulled that scarf out of America's mouth, but was still wrapped around his scarring neck. America's jaw ached painfully but he still managed to spit into Russia's face angrily.
"No answer? So mean~" Without warning, Russia aimed the gun at America's hands and shot. America screamed, splinters flying into his face as a piece of the wooden headboard exploded above his face. His wrists seared with a burning pain and he let out another strangled cry as Russia pressed the hot gun barrel to a small, naked spot on his neck. The skin turned red immediately and America felt tears well up in his eyes from rage and pain.
"This is what those filthy существа did to me. When I was a little child..." Malice dripped from Russia's words and he aimed the gun at America's hips before firing once more. The mattress made a small jerk from the firing gun and America screamed once more as the skin on his hips seared with the same burning pain. That red hot barrel pressed up against his neck again, causing more cries to escape pitifully from the once proud nation.
"They would chain me up and sodomize me with guns, sword hilts, anything. And then mark me with pokers on my neck. Half of these disgusting things," Russia taped the barrel of the gun to the bleeding cut on his neck without flinching. "Are from them. Others are from the chains and collars tore my skin." Russia's smile became twisted as he waved the gun in front of America's face.
"I wonder how many bullets are left..." One moment later, America's face flew to his right, straining against the scarf painfully as his vision darkened. Russia smacked the butt of the gun against his forehead and was now watching as blood trickled down the blonde's face and onto his scarf.
"Tsk, tsk, Alfred. You ruined my favorite scarf! You will be punished, da?" The bruised man was too dizzy to comprehend the meaning behind his lover's words until he felt something slightly hot press against his entrance roughly. But it wasn't large, it was slender and small and had this odd texture; it was the gun barrel. America's legs jerked up in attempts to kick Russia away, however, the larger man smacked Alfred's face with the back of his free hand.
"Stay still, or I will fire inside you."
There was no mercy behind those words so America stilled, tears falling freely from his eyes in fear and shame. This was not happening - it couldn't be happening. But the pain from that barrel burying deep into him without any lubrication was very real and the fear of dying like a wanton whore was very real. Russia tugged on one of the ends of the scarf so that it tightened around America's face more while continuing to smile happily at the scene before him. America just winced and whimpered pathetically as the gun in Russia's other hand twisted poked inside his ass harshly. The warmth wasn't pleasant either; it burned his insides slightly and the young nation knew he would be raw after this.
"Ohhh, this is fun foreplay, da? I want to show you what it is like to be raped, моя любовь~" The gun pulled out of America quickly, much to his relief, and Russia pushed his legs up. America felt the other's breath against his abused entrance and twitched as he felt Russia spit at it dead on. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.
"I want to hear you screeeeam..." Hands pulled that scarf out of America's mouth, but was still wrapped around his scarring neck. America's jaw ached painfully but he still managed to spit into Russia's face angrily.
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