Chapter 2: Number 9: The Street Sweeper's Daughter

Torturer: Ivan Braginski

Tortured: Feliciano Vargas

Death?: Possibly

Ivan scowled at the Italian that was brought before him, and that certain Italian looked like he was about to die from a panic attack. Poor boy. Oh, well. It's his own fault.

"Honestly, Feliciano, why would you be dumb enough to plant a bomb on my border?" Ivan demanded. Feliciano flinched.

"I-it was o-orders, I swear!" He exclaimed desperately. Ivan raised an eyebrow.

"And those orders were issued by...?" He asked. Feliciano gulped, shaking his head, not wanting to tell.

"Tell me, Feliciano." Ivan warned. Feliciano whimpered, shaking his head again, more quickly this time. Ivan sighed.

"I warned you. Bring him to the basement. Set up the 'Street Sweeper's Daughter'." Ivan ordered. The soldiers nodded, beginning to drag the Italian, and he went into full panic mode.

"The what? W-wait! Ack!" Feliciano exclaimed as he was forced onto his knees, his shins resting on what seemed to be like a metal plank. He was forced into a crouched position, looking like a little ball, his hands shoved at his sides and resting on his knees, his head facing the floor. Ivan followed down into the basement to the trembling Italian. He smirked.

"We will compress your body until you tell us who commanded you to plant the bomb." He took a seat in front of Feliciano, looking him dead in his pleading, wide open amber eyes. One solider picked up one side of the metal contraption, which had rounded sides, lifting up the two rods until they were pressed against Feliciano's sides. Ivan gave a wave of his hand.

"Compress him." He ordered. The two soldiers nodded, slowly pushing the two metal rods towards each other in the direction where they would eventually meet the middle, if Feliciano wasn't dead by then. Feliciano gave a grunt of pain as he was squeezed, and eventually the two rods met, and the soldiers locked them in place.

"This is your last chance, Feliciano. Tell me. NOW." He barked. Feliciano once again shook his head. Ivan grit his teeth.

"Press down. I want to see blood coming out of this whelp's body." He growled. The soldiers nodded, beginning to add weights onto the top of the torture device. Feliciano wailed, trying to shift himself to get himself out of the compressing, but it obviously wasn't working.

"Anything to say, Feliciano?" Ivan asked. He just got a wail in response, "Press harder." Ivan ordered. Feliciano's wails grew louder, his stomach and torso aching horribly from his organs being compressed so tightly together. Tears began to pour down his slightly tanned cheeks, making Ivan smirk.

"Have I broken you yet? Will you tell me now?" He asked. He didn't get a reply except for more moans of agony, so he pressed down harder with more weights. He saw crimson liquid beginning to leak out of Feliciano's nose, trailing down to his lips and eventually dribbling off of his chin onto the ground beneath him. He waited a bit longer, but Feliciano still didn't give him any information. He added more weights, and began to see the red liquid beginning to pour out of his ears. Finally, Feliciano couldn't take it anymore.

"L-LUDWIG! IT WAS LUDWIG! STOP, PLEASE!" He yelled, beginning to scream quite loudly.

"The German?" Ivan asked.

"YES!"

Ivan smirked, taking off the weights, releasing Feliciano from his compressed prison. Feliciano sprawled himself onto the ground, taking large pants to get much needed air.

"Thank you for your information, Feli~!" Ivan chuckled. Feliciano didn't respond, he just let out a small whimper. Ivan pulled out his pipe, "I am no longer in need of you." He said. Feliciano didn't even have time to widen his eyes in alarm before the pipe came crashing down onto his head, blood splattering in all directions of the room. The Italian immediately fell motionless. Ivan repeated the movement a few more times just to make sure he was dead. Then, smirking, he hummed a small tune to himself as he headed out of the basement, swinging his bloodied pipe next to him.

Now, where was Ludwig?

Next torture: The Jerking

Torturer: Ivan Braginski

Tortured: Natalia 'Natasha' Arlovskaya