Nadir [2/?]
anonymous
December 26 2009, 19:46:01 UTC
Ivan’s eyes widen a little in mock surprise. “Ah, so you felt it, da?” Gilbert’s only response is a grunt. “Let’s play a game of make-believe, Gilbert. Let’s pretend that there is a Prussia and a GDR. Perhaps it might make sense for Prussia to help GDR’s people if they are close allies. However, Prussia is not GDR. So, if something terrible happens in GDR’s land, it makes no sense for Prussia to feel anything from that, does it? They are separate countries. Even if some consequence of what happened in GDR’s land hurts Prussia, why should Prussia feel GDR’s pain? As nations, we both know well that only we can feel the pain of our countries. Only GDR can feel GDR’s pain.” As he talks, he slowly pulls off his gloves and throws them aside casually, as if he was simply too warm and wanted to take them off
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Nadir [3/?]
anonymous
December 26 2009, 19:50:01 UTC
The spot on Gilbert’s face where Ivan’s hand hit stings horribly, and Gilbert can tell that it’s starting to swell, or that he’ll at least be greeted by a bruise next time he goes to check a mirror. His heart pounds in his chest, his fight or flight response fully activated, perhaps ironically so. It isn’t as if he’s capable of performing either action at this point. His mind buzzes as his thoughts swirl around madly in his head, propelled too fast to process by the adrenaline surging through him
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Nadir [4/?]
anonymous
December 26 2009, 19:52:04 UTC
Ivan shoves Gilbert back with one massive hand and shakes his head. “Oh, no no. Yes, we do have her now, but I have no plans for her to be hurt. Perhaps we will keep her for a short time, or maybe a little longer. But you may rest assured that she will be safe.” It’s a small mercy, but a relief nonetheless. He finds the object he was looking for in his pocket and pulls it out: a small knife. “I’ve read in your diary that you keep so meticulously that you want to taste blood again, like in the wars of your glory days. Is that true
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Nadir [5/5]
anonymous
December 26 2009, 19:55:31 UTC
Suddenly, Ivan throws his coat off, and Gilbert discovers to his horror that his tormentor came prepared, pants already unzipped. He pulls a key out of his pants pocket and unchains Gilbert, after which the key is thrown aside as well. Before Gilbert can recover from his daze, he is pinned down on the ice-cold floor, the mad Russian towering over him, breathing on him, ready to go in for the kill. Ivan licks a spot on the prone man’s chest where a lot of blood had flowed. “It’s as sweet as I remember it being,” he muses aloud. “Yours may be one of the most delicious I’ve tasted to date.” All Gilbert has to say in response is a canine-sounding whimper
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OP!Anon asked for torturing Prussia. I haven't written anything like this before. I have to say that it was quite an experience. Enjoy!“You’ve been a bad boy, Gilbert ( ... )
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