Hey guys ok just to warn you now this story is about to get very violent. Reader discretion advised. These next few chapters could possible get M rated not for sexual tensions but because of the gore and violence. These next few chapters are not for the faint hearted who hate blood.

Chapter 10

A groan echoed in the small, dim room. Antonio's eyes slowly opened; opened up into darkness, and he hurt, and ached everywhere. Blinking, he looked around the room for any sign of movement, but noticed that something was actually blocking his sight, and that the reason everything was so dark was because he was blindfolded. There was nothing, just darkness… and Antonio slowly became more and more frantic by the second.

What happened to me? The last thing I remember is a-an avalanche…but wait wasn't there someone who helped me? Who was that person?

Spain felt a warm, sticky substance on the top of his head and going down the side of his neck. He identified it as blood, perhaps the blood from earlier, he didn't know. He noticed it was blood right away because of the stench; it was overpowering. It must have been from the Avalanche…but he couldn't quite remember. It was as if blood was everywhere around him, like the whole room was covered in it, yet he couldn't see it. What had happened? He tried to reach down to wipe the blood off that was ticking the side of his face, but something stopped him right in his tracks as he caught his breath and suddenly became frantic.

He couldn't move his arms! They were manacled above his head and…and chained up to something! And as he kicked, he suddenly he realized that the same shackles were around his ankles as well! He observed that he was hanging from the ground vertically, and his world started spinning around trying to come to reason with himself as to why he was here. But where was here? He thought and thought but nothing was coming to mind,

"Dammit!" he cried out in pain, while struggling to break free. "How did I get here?" Antonio thrusts and tried desperately to get out of the chains. But nothing was working, he started panting and kept trying to tell himself to "calm down", but, it wasn't working, nothing was...and so he began to hyperventilate.

The scared Spaniard was sweating like crazy, soaking up his blindfold as he tried to squeeze his hand out of the manacles. That also didn't work since the chains were so tight that his hands wouldn't fit through. The handcuffs were practically cutting the circulation off from his hands and ankles, and small cuts were beginning to appear around his wrists from all the yanking he was doing and they were trickling down his arm. The blood flow was irregular all throughout his body and was making the Spaniard feel somewhat dizzy.

Antonio quietly thought to himself as to what was going on, but his mind was a blank…all he could remember was him and Romano skiing and then an avalanche coming. He thought he saved Romano, but every time he tried to think harder over what happened a few hours ago when the avalanche occurred, his mind would draw a blank.

"Oh Romano what have I got myself into…this is NOT good… not good at all…" Spain thought to himself wondering and hoping that his little Italian was alive, and ok, but most of all safe; safe from where he was at.

Suddenly, he heard a noise, and it caught him off guard, Antonio tried his best to be quiet so he could hear what was going on, but he couldn't tell where the noise was coming from. He shook his head from side to side, but kept forgetting that no matter what position his head was in he still wouldn't be able to see.

That was until…he heard a voice…a muffled kind of voice. But who was it? Who could it be? Was it the person who supposably 'saved' him earlier?

He heard a door creak open and he could feel it now, the presence of another person in the room with him.

"Hola! Is anyone there, hello!" Antonio searched as best as he could around the room while forcing his arms from the chains, but all he could see was darkness.

"Damn blindfold! I know you're there, come on please let me out!…Por favor!…" Antonio desperately voiced out into the emptiness of the room, tugging at his chains.

He then heard what sounded like a chuckle, but why would anyone laugh at the situation he's in? There was nothing funny about this at all, Antonio became more and more confused.

The voice sounded vaguely familiar to him though, but he couldn't figure out who it was. The Spaniard thought deep down as to where he might have heard that voice before, but nothing was coming into his mind…he needed more evidence. Or was he just hallucinating it all?

Antonio was so messed up right now he couldn't be sure of anything. "Is this a dream, is this even real?" He couldn't even tell even that much. "Everything seemed like a dream, well a nightmare more like it, but…the damage and the hurting that I feel all feels so real"…and then…

BAM! Something cracked inside his body and it felt as though his bones shattered. Antonio felt excruciating pain as the vibrations of the hit crept through his whole body, sending chills up in every direction. A painful scream emitted from his lips, followed by a deep groan that conjured inside his throat and seeped up to his mouth. A spill of blood burst out his mouth as he endured the hit. He knew automatically what happened, because he could no longer move his leg, except for a feeling of warm liquid gushing down it. Antonio flinched and was trying his best not to go into unconsciousness, when he heard something, that voice again. Only now it was up closer and he could feel the breath of the person tickling the side of his face.

"Hmm, seems like I could have done better…" The voice said thoughtfully, and before Antonio could even comprehend the message that the mysterious person was telling him, another terrifying blow came sweeping up out of the darkness again and struck him in the same spot as the other hit.

Once more, Antonio coughed up blood as he screamed in agony from the pain of the hit. It was the worst kind of pain ever imaginable, and now he was sure of it, his leg had to have been broken. Either that or it was staccato…either way it was useless now…he tried to move it but all that came was very painful vibrations from the nerves in his leg not responding. Blood was leaking down his leg and soaking his tan skin with a deep reddish color.

"Argh…"Spain choked out.

"There we go, much better." The creepy man stated next to Antonio's ear. "Don't want you running away now, do we?" the voice calmly said while putting a nice warm hand up and gently stroking the side of Antonio's dried blooded face.

"Your face is so lovely, just like mine… why do you think that is? Hmm?" The shadowy figure expressed to him while putting a small pocket knife up to the Spaniards face. "We'll just have to fix that now won't we?..."

"What? W-why. What are y-you planning on doing with me?...Huh?" Antonio said while flinching away from the knife, cowering from the harsh man.

"Hahaha…you really are a curious one aren't you,…Ahh, but I don't feel like answering you at the moment, not now at least." And at that moment the man grabbed Antonio's head with one hand and slowly pushed the knife up against Antonio's cheek and sliced it across his face for his own amusement.

"Torturing you is more fun. Plus you face looks more lovely when there's blood on it haha…furthermore why would I want to ruin my own excitement? This is fun, so why stop?" The man stated.

Antonio flinched away from the mysterious person and huffed very deeply.

"W-why are y-you doing this to me…?" Antonio whimpered once again, insisting on knowing the answer. "Wh-what did I ever do to you?"

Antonio was suddenly struck with a sense of déjà vu, wait…didn't he know this voice? Why was it familiar?… He tried so hard to remember that name; his head hurt as he thought harder…but it was on the tip of his tongue, he knew it…so why couldn't he remember it! He was hungry, tired, and confused all at once, which is a weird combination to have.

How did…whoever that was, know I was going to be here in Switzerland of all places? And why now, of all times, kidnap me? Was it something I did to someone? Who is it…? And what could I have done to piss off this man so much? Or is he just some psychopathic person that lives up here in the mountains?

"Y-you'll never get away with this…" Spain huffed out toward the darkness. "Someone is bound to find me e-eventually. Even if I-I die, there will be your handprints on me…" Spain slowly said out toward where he thought the man was, but that's when he felt it,…that weird sensation as if no one was in the room at all…it was so quiet…too quiet…

All of a sudden, his thinking was interrupted when something heavy crashed right into side of his head and knocked him out cold.

Antonio tried hard to stay awake, but darkness was surrounding his body and overpowering him. Yet, through blurry eyes, a dizzy sensation, and a world spinning in circles, he could hear it, that person,…

"Oh, you think so? Well, we'll see about that." The man was laughing again after he saw Toni slowly but surely slumping over, head dangling forwards, his whole body looked lifeless. And he soon slipped into unconsciousness yet again. Not willing to go…, yet not allowed staying, the darkness took Antonio away once again and he fell into a deep sleep once more.