I can feel the cold pain all over my body. The blood tricking down my entire figure. I have nothing left now.
I dropped to the floor as my chains were undone, my body had no strength to stand or move. As I hit the ground the agonizing pain from my torment worsened.
"You really are pathetic, America."
"To think that you could actually commit such treason and not be defeated and punished. Poor boy."
My pride was entirely gone. My body nude and abused. My ribs almost pierced through my skin. Useless tears flooded from my eyes at his unforgiving words. I ached from them, flooding into open wounds on my face and neck. I wanted nothing more than sweet death. A bliss I was not being offered. I never would be. I am stuck here to suffer.
"Such a child you are."
I looked up to England with all the energy I could muster. Tears clouded my eyes. They were surely lifeless and gray, no power too shine the bright baby blue they used to be.
The only thing I could feel was the sharp kick to my stomach from his thick leather boots. I coughed up blood all over the floor. A blood-curdling scream left my mouth, but was silenced from my weakness.
"You're trapped in my arms now America. Where you belong. Forever."
"Although you are an utter disgust to all, I shall keep you. You should be thankful. I am treating you kindly."
I shut down hearing those words. I gave up. I would never be free. I'm stuck like this forever because of a silly belief.
Freedom…I now hate the word.