Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed my Top 10 Russian Torture story! After taking count of the votes, Italy ended up with the most. It was a very close tie. You may continue voting throughout the entire series, just visit my profile or tell who you want to star in the next story in a review.

I can't believe I got over 6,000 views. That's just… Just… Mind equals blown.

One other thing. It is EXTREMELY difficult to find tortures by countries that are not well known, such as Norway. It makes it even more difficult when I try not to repeat any tortures from other stories, so I will need help.

I WILL use tortures from horror movies or ghost stories from the country I am writing about if I cannot find any original tortures. I did use a horror movie torture in my Russian torture version from the movie 'Captivity'. So if you have any kind of Italian horror film with torture in it, please let me know so that I don't run out of tortures. You can only get so much from research.

Enough with the freaking long intro!

Please enjoy, review, and have a barf bag ready at all times!

Number 10: The Virgin

Torturer: Lovino Vargas

Tortured: Ludwig Beilschmidt

Death of victim?: Yes.

When Ludwig opened his eyes, he was surrounded by darkness. Pure darkness. It was as if some animal had swallowed him up. The room was ice cold, despite Ludwig visiting the warm country of Italy that week. He held out his hand in front of his face, or at least he thought he did. He couldn't see to tell. With a sigh, he let his hand fall, hitting the fabric of his pants. Where was he? What had happened? Who put him here? He didn't remember anything.

Wait, he did remember something. He had taken a trip to Italy. He met a man named Feliciano. Feliciano introduced him to his brother, Lovino. Lovino clearly didn't like him, for some unknown reason to Ludwig. Had Lovino put him here? He didn't remember anything after Feliciano left the room to go make pasta.

His question was soon answered as the lights in the room turned on, blinding Ludwig. His eyes widened, and he buried them in his sleeve, growling under his breath. It took him a few minutes to clear his vision. Once he was able to actually see his surroundings, he saw a familiar almond colored haired Italian.

"What the hell is going on here? Where am I, Lovino?" The German demanded, glaring at his friend's brother.

"You pissed me off big time, potato bastard! I can't let you run around and manipulate my fratello! And I'm not telling you where you are." Lovino deadpanned the last sentence.

"Manipulate your fratello? You mean Feliciano? Why would you think I'm manipulating him?" Ludwig asked, looking at Lovino as if he was insane.

"Whenever you're gone, all he does is run around and yell, 'I want to go talk to Germany!'." He made his voice high pitched as he imitated his brother, "And when you're here, all he does is cling to you! It's ridiculous!" The angry Italian yelled, his eyebrows furrowing with rage.

Ludwig began to feel uneasy. Obviously no matter what he said, Lovino wouldn't see reason. All he could do was wait and see what he was going to do to him, now that he was here.

"Stand up. The drug should've fully worn off by now." Lovino ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. When Ludwig hesitated, Lovino pulled out a gun, pointing it at him.

"I said stand up."

Ludwig grit his teeth, but stood up, a little shaky at that.

"Look behind you." Lovino hissed, venom just dripping from his voice at the German he hate so much.

Ludwig didn't know if he wanted to see what was behind him, let alone turn his back to Lovino, but he didn't have much of a choice, so he did what he was told, slowly turning around. What his eyes saw was what looked like a large barrel, the top of the barrel decorated with what looked like a woman's head made of stone with a crown on her head that kind of looked like a Japanese styled fan. Her face held an emotionless expression.

"What... What is that?" Ludwig asked shakily, staring at the contraption. Lovino walked past him, the gun still in his hand. He unlocked a small latch, and the barrel opened, long spikes sticking out all over. Ludwig's eyes widened in alarm.

"This is called 'The Virgin'. You step inside, I shut the doors, and we wait for the spikes to impale you. The time it takes varies on how long you can be as still as a statue. For someone with your body type, one small movement, and you're toast." He smirked cruelly.

Ludwig stared at him in pure horror, "You expect me to go in there?" He asked, his voice obvious with fear he failed to hide.

"Willingly or not. But you should go willingly if you want to think of your life regrets." Lovino chuckled darkly, giving him a small shove toward the death trap. Ludwig glared at him as he took out his gun again.

Knowing he didn't have a choice, Ludwig slowly stepped inside. Some of the spikes pricked at his clothing. He knew he wasn't going to last long in this thing.

Smirking, Lovino closed the doors, leaving Ludwig once again in eternal darkness. The only thing he could hear was the beating of his heart banging against his ears and the temple of his head. His breathing speed increased, and he kept trying to calm himself down. He was beginning to get restless, his toes continuously scrunching up in his boots, his hands carefully curling into fists, but it wasn't enough. He began to get a stiff feeling in his back, neck, and legs. If he didn't move, he was going to go insane. His nerves all over his body were beginning to act up, and he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself under control.

Suddenly, his leg jerked forward, and Ludwig's heart stopped as he felt the spikes impale his knee. His hand instinctively lurched forward to it, only for the palm of his hand to be torn by the spikes. He gave a low, quick cry of pain as his head leaned forward, the spike going right through his eye. He gave a loud shout of pain, his other leg going backwards, going through his heel and shin. His other arms went to the side, and the spike fell through his elbow. From the pain and the panic, Ludwig kept spazzing, impaling himself over and over again in different areas of his body.

Lovino stood outside the door, hearing his cries and shouts of pain going on for roughly five minutes before it all went silent and blood began to seep through the bottom of the barrel. He opened the doors, smirking at the sight of Ludwig barely recognizable from all of the holes in his body, most of them torn open to some extent due to his thrashing. He was obviously dead, due to ugly tears in his neck and stomach, along with his forehead. This was going to take a while to clean up.

Well, at least they'd have a good supply of pasta sauce.

Next:

Number 9: Cat's Paw

Torturer: Feliciano Vargas

Tortured: Heracles Karpusi

Death of victim?: Yes