I'm in a sick mood.
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Thread Topic: I'm in a sick mood.
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I was going to go with Arg and Chi but Chi is too innocent to hurt.
So my next choice is Mex and Salv. >:D Muahaha!Small little seme with a teeny little uke. D'aww how does that go wrong.
Alright, here you go.
Tortured screams came from the bedroom of a small house. With them, sounds of leather hitting skin as well, giving anybody an idea as to what was happening. Though if you heard well, you could also hear little pleased grunts from the screaming, which would make anyone's head turn with confusion. Wait, who could be enjoying such torture? Was it the one being tortured, or the torturer?
Going into the room would give an explanation. On the bed, a little blonde, dark-skinned man squirmed around. He was tiny and looked rather weak, but who wouldn't if they had the bed-sheets under themselves stained with their own blood. Tears ran down his cheeks and he let out small sobs through his lips, which ironically weren't bloody like his back, which had open cuts with blood leaking through them.
Next to him was a slightly larger man, who was still pretty small but not as much as the blonde. He had a more slightly muscular build, yet he still seemed rather thin. His black hair had small traces of blood, as did his hands. Speaking of his hands, there was a leather whip in one of them. With that he was torturing the smaller man. A crazy smile showed on his features as he watched the little one howl with anguish and pain.
"You like this, don't you?" he grunted, his hand's grip tightening on the whip as he stepped forward. "Te encanta, Victor?"
Victor looked around and didn't want to answer. If he said yes, of course the older man would strike him again. If he said no, he would still hit him. He wondered what would happen if he stayed silent.
The dark-haired man's smile dropped. "Worthless whore! I asked you a question! Answer me!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He brought the whip up and slashed the younger man. A perverse, twisted smile ran across his face as he head the choked cries come from little Victor.
"Stop already! Ya para Fernando!" he sobbed, his hands on his back as though that would help heal the pain. All it managed to do was cover his hands in more blood and make his misery even worse. "I don't like it! Please stop! Por favor!" Another hit, this time to his bottom. He screamed as he felt how the leather teared his skin open into another cut. "I promise! Please stop! I won't tell my big sister! Por favor!"
One more strike to his back. Another tortured scream from his mouth, and as he waited another one, Victor wished he would die. But nothing happened, and he looked over his shoulder.
Mexico had disappeared.
He felt his body go limp and he sobbed helplessly, feeling so wrecked. He felt so used by the person he looked up to the most.
It had been like that for a while. Fernando had been driven over the edge because of the earthquake in his capital (which caused him to lose his house), his failures at his favorite sport, and just the failing of so many of his relationships with other countries. Not to mention the horrible drug wars.
Victor was already used to the abuse before, because the older man did tend to hit him a lot. But this was extreme. He finally decided to show his little sick, twisted, perverted sadistic side.
And nobody believed Victor when he told his horror stories of being whipped until he was smothered in blood, being hit until his entire body was bruised, or being choked until he almost passed out. Everyone knew Fernando as the friendly country, the one who couldn't hurt a single fly out of pity. The one who cared and loved everyone.
But Victor had always known his dark side. -
:O You better make sure Italia doesn't read this...He'll fear you forever.
Italy: Read what? .3.
*covers screen* Nothing of concern. -
:O Dude, this is sickeningly good! Poor Victor though.
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:O Italy! *hides entire post with Momo*
Nothing. Ready nothing. .-. -
@Ana Oh why thank you. xD
I wanted to continue this but alas, I think I've had enough for today. -
Italy: ._. Is that something about my brother...?
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Dammit Italy, I tried to keep from you. >_>' I'm not gonna say no.
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Romano: Fratello, that was nothing but Hungary's collection of nonsense she borrows from Japan. >.> You don't need to read that.
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More like threatens his short ass then steals it from him. Not even russia can control that woman.
Italy: Hungary likes me. .3. I think she's nice.
Then you've yet to meet the dark side. -
xD Hungary's sexy.. Just sayin.. Dem boobies /shot
And to this point I'll stick around 'cuz that Mexican's too embarrassed to be dragged in. -
Yeah, she's one strong lady... xD *unshoots Arisu*
I'm working on my Czech Republic and Slovakia characters right now. x3 -
Dat frying pan. And thank you. xD
I love those two. :D So flamboyant teehee. -
Wait Imma do it. xD
Victor's eyes opened suddenly, the sunlight practically burning him. Well, it wasn't the sunlight. He was running a fever, most likely because his wounds were getting infected.
Ironically though, the bedsheets under him were clean. Looked like the Mexican b------ cared enough to change the sheet but not enough to sterilize the wounds.
It ached for him to move. There was also the fear that the wounds would split open if he moved. He stayed in bed then. If Fernando would tell him to get up, he'll refuse.
The door opened a few minutes later, and without having to peer up Victor could tell that it was Fernando. He knew because a dark aura filled the room at once.
"Your sister is here to pick you up. Get up and change." The deep voice was almost a growl. It gave Victor goosebumps.
"I can't get up. My body hurts and I can't move without having a cut open." Victor instantly regretted whining because he knew how much it pissed off the older man. He awaited his punishment.
And it came. The older man yanked him up by his hair, and kept dragging him until finally he was standing up and crying from the pain. Luckily none of the wounds had reopened, which was the only good thing that came from that.
"Get your lazy ass up and change. And remember, if Venezuela says a single word about what I did last night.." He stopped, almost as though he didn't need to tell Victor what would happen. But he continued, "I will do this again, si?"
"Si, si bos! Si..." Victor sniffled, looking away from that devilish face.
"Bueno."
The pressure from Victor's head disappeared. He stumbled to his closet, wondering why the hell he didn't kick Fernando out of his house right now. But he knew what would happen, Fernando would cry and Victor would feel bad. Then he'd tell the older man to come back, which would restart the dreaded cycle all over again.
All that man knew about was manipulating people into doing the things he wanted to have done. Never were his feelings true, and if they were the other person didn't have the same feelings for him. Of course there were always exceptions, but Victor would rather think bitterly on the subject. Not like Fernando would beat him if he did that.
He then changed into a black shirt and dark pants, knowing that if he put on something white, his older sister would see the wounds. He couldn't risk that. He knew what would happen if Victoria complained.
When he was done, he sneaked out quietly to hear what Victoria and Fernando were talking about. If they were talking, anyway.
"I'm so glad you're taking care of my little brother, Mexico. I appreciate it. He can be a handful, and my boss doesn't like it when he's around. Gracias."
"You're welcome. It's never a problem to me. He seems happy around me and that's all that matters."
"Of course! You're the sweetest person. Even Argentina smiles around you. We all love you. Little brother especially."
Victor felt some sort of rage build in him. What lies! How untrue! He wasn't even slightly happy. He didn't even like Fernando enough to say good morning and good night. He hated him with all his soul.
"Victor, you look like you're going to a funeral."
The small man's skin shivered with goosebumps and he turned around. He saw the older man's face, that stupid mustache he never shaved with that stupid beard he copied off of the Frenchman. And those hateful grey eyes. That ridiculous curl that was so sensitive to touch. God, he was so f---ing stupid.
And his sister. That idiotic little girl with the blonde hair and those lively violet eyes. That stupid dress she wore because she thought she was so pretty. How he hated every single bit of her for not saving him from that monster she called a friend.
"Yeah, who died?" Victoria joked with a smile.
I did. Victor thought to himself, knowing that he really was dead in the inside. "No one. I just like the colour black," he shrugged, trying not to wince at the pain.
"Ah. Okay. Vamonos," she said, pointing to her car outside. "Why not go for a drive to the heard of San Salvador? Don't make me regret my trip to your country for nothing!" She giggled. "Hurry up, hermano!" she rushed to her car. It was a kinda old model but it was still in pretty good condition.
"Okay, I'm going I'm going!" Victor said, rushing behind while trying to hold in his winces. When he turned around one last time, he almost fell over at the horrible sight.
It wasn't the little devilish face that scared him this time. It was what he held. A little skimpy dress.
Now Victor had a hint of what would happen when he came home. -
OMG!!! I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS!!! but I dont know why!!!
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Because it's good 9-9
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