Lovino hung limp against the chains, his wrists raw and chaffed from the constant pull of the rusting metal edges. His entire body was the vision of defeat; grimy, weak to the bones, shallow faced and dim eyed. And now he just waited for the end. He didn't know how long he'd been there, had long ago lost count of the beatings he took at the hands of his captor. Every memory of this hell seeped together in a haze he couldn't lift from his mind. The prison walls gave him no mercy, not a single crack let any light in. Kneeling in a heal on the group, his body slumped, arms held up by the chains, he prayed for an end.

"Ohhh Lovi~" Called his captor as he smoothly walked down the stairs with a small dagger in hand.

Lovino flinched at the sound of the descending footsteps, shrinking back in his cell.

"I have a new game to play my sweet little Lovino" He sung as he walked over to his captive.

"It's called how many cuts Lovi can take before he screams." Lovino's eyes widened.

'Oh My Fucking God.' The Italian thought.

Why had Antonio done this to him? Before all of this they had gone to the same school, hang around with each other, they were best friend before all this shit. Hell they had even lived tougher but I all changed when Antonio had admitted he loved him that he was the only one for him but Lovino had never loved him not the way he did. He loved him as a friend but nothing more.

Antonio cupped his checks.

"Lovi you know you can stop all of this if you just become one with me." The Spanish man mentioned, sounding like a certain Russian man.

"I'm sorry Antonio I just can't…" Lovino whimpered

Those words cut him like a knife, but he would let Lovino feel his pain. Antonio gripped Lovino's chin and slowly dug his nail in the bruised skin below. Lovino let out a small hiss of pain as Antonio's nails sank into his skin.

"Wrong answer."

Slash. Antonio made cut down Lovino's check. Before Lovino had time to even whimper Antonio grabbed his right arm and gently pressed the daggers tip to his wrist.

"Your forever be mine." Shrieked Antonio as he plunged the dragger in to Lovino's arm.

He screamed in sheer agony. Antonio craved into his arm, Lovino not able to see what was being craved into it his due to all the blood. It felt like the dragger had been in him for eternity, like Antonio was drawing it out to hurt him even more, but in reality it had only taken a few seconds.

"There, all done" The Spaniard sang as he pulled out the dagger.

Lovino took some deep breath due to all the blood loss and pulled the courage to look. Slowly he turned his head take in what the bastard had done to him…

He stared. Horrified. He was gobsmacked. He just sat there and stared. Not moving, not blinking, he wasn't even sure if he was breathing. He stared at the wound on him arm.

ANTONIOS

He could feel the dampness of tears in the corners of his eyes as they stared to silently trickle down his bruited face.

'Why? Why had he done this?' The Italian man thought to himself.

"I've had enough for today…" Antonio stated as he lifted himself off the cold, stone ground.

His back turn as he walked away in silence, just as he got to the top of the wooden stairs he whispered.

"You will become my lover one day, Lovino…"