Hello! This is my first ever attempt at writing a fanfic so any advice is welcome but flames will be ignored! There won't be excessively graphic descriptions but be warned that there is a bit of violence...obviously. So, hope you enjoy! Oh yeah, and I own none of this. If I did I wouldn't be working two jobs to pay for an apartment with broken doors. So I hope you enjoy!
He hurt. Everywhere. He heard the faint clicking of a heeled boot somewhere above him and flinched. A deep shame and burning humiliation flooded through him. He tried to strengthen his resolve, to keep just a sliver of his old dignity but when he heard another click of the shoe coming closer he flinched and tried to shrink into himself. "Pathetic. You're just pathetic Hans." He whispered softly to himself. "This is like that one time when I stole Robert's candy." He smirked in amusement and suddenly started laughing softly, he could do nothing to stop himself and he kept laughing harder and harder until his already sore sides ached. He laughed until he started crying. He felt like he was vomiting his emotions out but he could do nothing to stop himself.
"As if we didn't already know how foolish you were. This is just the icing on the cake." A deadly voice came from the front of the cell and Hans' sobs immediately stopped as his eyes quickly flashed up in fear. The emotions he'd been heaving out suddenly froze as if Queen Elsa's ice were flooding through him. No actually, he thought. Elsa's ice was different. Even when being used to attack from fear, it was still graceful and powerful. This was a cruel ice meant to hurt and sting as it struck sensitive nerves. This was the ice of fear that his brothers could wield like expert swordsmen.
"Has madness already begun to plague my poor baby brother?" the words were cruel and spoken in mock amusement. Hans said nothing. If this had happened seven months ago when he'd first been dragged down here he'd have snarled at Theodo or made a scathing comeback. Now he could say nothing, just watch his brother with a weary dread. His muscles were all bunched tightly and he couldn't stop his body from betraying his fear by shaking ever so slightly.
Theodo seemed to notice Hans' fear and he began to laugh loudly. Hans flinched at the sound and tried to curl up against the wall he was bound to. "Please. Please. Please." Hans thought desperately, begging for someone, anyone to just let his brother laugh at him and leave.
"Perhaps some heat stroke has set your brains on fire? Hmm?" Theodo was teasing Hans, laughing once more at his flinches, his shaking, and his whispered pleas. Theodo smirked cruelly once more before turning around and walking away.
Hans let out the breath he had been holding and tried to sink to the ground in relief. Tears leaked out of his eyes as his muscles relaxed. Only to immediately tighten as the cell door swung open revealing his brother who filled the doorway like a massive bear. Hans' eyes widened in panic as he caught what was in his brother's hand. A bucket of ice.
"Let me help you cool off, little brother." Theodo mocked as he advanced on his brother.
Hans strained against the chains that held him, trying to back away as far as he could. "No, no, no, no" he murmured, shaking his head furiously as he did so. "NO! PLEASE NO!" he screamed but his screams fell on deaf ears. The servants who were passing by the dungeons scrambled away quickly as if the sounds would come out and grab them. Like a pack of wolves who'd scented blood, Hans' brothers were drawn to the screaming and soon they too joined their brother down in the darkness as Hans' screams droned on.