Alfred laid limp, facedown in the mud. With every breath he took, it felt like an array of needles piercing his insides. Alfred turned his head towards Ivan. Deep mauve eyes glistened out from under his messy bangs. He had been watching him, patiently, for awhile.
"You are still alive." The Russian smiled and sat up, rubbing the bruises on his wrists. The guards had removed his shackles on his arms, without explanation. He had also not been beaten nearly as bad as before. "I was unsure if you would survive, they beat you so badly." Ivan wiped away some mud that was plastered to his cheek.
"Aah..." The youth whimpered at the man's touch. Everything hurt like a bitch.
"It must hurt." Ivan sighed and picked up Alfred's arm. Alfred winced, watching, as it was placed close to the Russian's mouth. The flesh was a deep purple that faded in and out of yellow hues. Ivan ran his dry tongue over the bruises. "Tender." He concluded. His smile had become menacing.
Alfred managed to pull his arm free. His eyes narrowed at the Russian, concluding the man was a freak.
"Did I frighten you?" Asked Ivan, chuckling. "You have nothing to fear. I do not eat the living, however..." He took Alfred and turned him onto his back. A large hand clasped over the youth's mouth and nose, suffocating him. "The dead is a different story."
Alfred thrashed, managing to wrestle the man off and pin him down to the ground. Ivan looked up at him surprised at first, then, he began laughing hysterically. The American glowered down at him.
"Crazy asshole." He said horsely. "You tried to kill me."
"Da, I did." Ivan said, calming himself down. "I was going to eat you, but, now, I find you far too interesting for that."
Alfred got off the older captive and crawled back to his corner where he was out of the Russian's reach. Ivan laid on his back and lifted his head to watch him. He stared at him, humming. A wide grin stretched across his face.