Hetalia Theories
Chapter 25:
Toris
Toris lied stretched out on the filthy bed, his naked body covered in bruises and bite marks, his eyes void of color. Two years ago, his emerald eyes shown with happiness and energy. Now, there's no light, just dull. Toris felt sick to his stomach, wishing that he could be the same boy he used to be. I wish I wasn't tainted. Toris knew his wish wouldn't come true. He knew he couldn't undo what's been done.
"Ah, Toris was it? Haha, the name just rolls of my tongue." The man laughed, twirling a piece of Toris's brown hair around his finger. Toris had the urge to spit in his face, but he had no strength.
"Come now Toris, say my name. Just try at least. Le-o-nas." Leonas attempting to coax Toris to repeat.
"A-asshole. Th-that's your name. A-ass. H-hole." Toris repeated, trying to spite the older man.
"Toris, you are so dimwitted. Asshole, is where I fuck you. Leonas, is who is fucking you. Get it right dumbass." Leonas snickered, tugging violently on a strand of Toris's hair.
He punched Toris in the stomach, making him screech quietly in pain. Leonas walked across the creaking wooden floors, towards the rundown door. Standing at the door was a man Toris knew all too well. Advaras. Just thinking of that horrid name sent fierce shivers down his spine. Advaras. This man ruined my life. Advaras kidnapped me and sold me as a sex slave to this 'company'.
"Hey Advaras, make sure that slut learns his place. That dumbass was being such a shithead." Leonas complained, giving Advaras a stack of money, which summed up to about $150 dollars. He winked at Toris before leaving, chuckling loudly.
"Toris, when will you ever fucking learn?!" He hollered, pulling out a pocket knife and sliced a deep mark on his chest.
Toris cried out in protest,struggling against the chains and shackles that bound him to the soiled bed. Advaras chuckled darkly and sat in between the younger boys legs, as him sensually started to lick and nibble at his neck. Advaras carved an 'A' into his chest. Toris quietly sobbed, tears streaming down his bruised cheeks. The older man taunted Toris, brutally biting the crook of his neck. Just kill me. Please just let this end! Advaras sat up and pulled out a rusty key from the back pocket of his jeans. He unlocked the shackles and briefly examined Toris's wrists and ankles. His wrists and ankles had large rings that were colored black, blue and dark purple. Toris silently whimpered as Advaras purposely squeezed his wrists.
"You're nothing Toris. By you becoming a sex slave, you've finally become a somebody." Advaras reasoned, about to leave the foul-smelling, before Toris called his name out.
"A-Advaras, p-please. D-don't act like t-this is something g-good." He stuttered out, as he begun to shiver violently. He only chuckled as he left the room, but not before locking the door on his way out.
Toris lied down on his side, holding gently onto his bruised wrist, his entire body screaming out in pain. I'm so sleepy. Why can't this all end? He felt himself giving into the pressure of sleep. Just as he was about to close his heavy eyes. A shining glint caught his eye, it was Advaras's pocket knife, which was on the bedside table. A quick, painless death is all I need. He picked up the pocket knife and ran his finger across the sharp blade. Toris lied on his back once again, and pointed the knife directly at his neck. He pushed the knife harder into the skin, feeling the cool temperature against his neck.
"I don't care if they call me weak. I don't care if they call me any hurtful names. I know I am, they don't need to remind me about it."
Lithuania: was forced into servitude (became a sex slave) and committed suicide, explains his intense need to get away from Russia. Nothing can express how sorry I am for completely ignoring this story, or express how happy I am to continue it! Thank you all for your support!