Chapter 3
I woke up in a strange room. My vision was still blurred around the edges so I couldn't see the real details. My hands and legs were tied to the corners of the bed I was laying on. It had to be late afternoon because the sunlight was extremely bright. In my panic, I started yelling for help. That was a bad idea.
"Oh, so the little girl has woken up." Prussia said slyly. He walked around the bed to my left.
"Too bad no one can hear you." he said, leaning over. He got so close to my face that I could feel his breath on my cheek. "Now. I said you would pay, did I not? So," he said pulling out a switchblade knife, "you'll pay. With your body." He flipped the knife open. Then, I lost it. I started shaking and thrashing trying to get my arms free. Prussia slapped my face with the back of his hand. I froze in shock.
"I waited until you were awake to do this. Doing it while someone is unconscious is no fun." he said while looking lovingly at his knife. "I'm looking forward to hearing your screams ringing in my ears." The smirk on his face grew into a sadistic grin. He took the knife and started making small cuts all over my body. I winced with each slice. He lifted up my shirt, exposing my stomach. I felt him slice right in the middle of my stomach. He licked the blood as it trickled down my side. Prussia cut away the large half t-shirt I was wearing and ripped it off, leaving me in just a tank top. He climbed over me, his hands on the mattress by my face. He then took the knife and started to cut the front of my tank top open. By then, I had given up. Tears started to roll down my face, though I kept a fierce expression. Prussia paused, leaned over, and licked at my tears.
"Your tears, they taste so delicious." he said. My shirt was cut all the way down and I had no way to cover myself up. He started to unbutton my shorts but stopped when I started to scream shrilly.
"Why are you screaming? Could it be, you're still a virgin?"
"And it's going to stay that way!" Prussia whirled around to see Japan standing behind him with a katana. Prussia jumped off the bed and grabbed a pistol from the drawer next to the bed. While he did this, he slid the switchblade into his back pocket. Prussia glared at Japan with the pistol aimed at him.
"Let her go." said Japan.
"Why should I?" taunted Prussia.
"Because," said Japan, with a slight blush growing on his face, "I love her." The shock from all the things that had just happened finally hit me and I fainted.
I woke up in someone's arms. I was being carried, but the person carrying me was limping. It must have been night because the only light I could see was the yellow glow from street lamps. Realizing that my arms were free I looked to cover up my exposed chest, but I was already wearing Japan's coat. I looked up at Japan, smiled, then fell asleep again.