Nikolai slumped in his chair in the ruined theatre, gormlessly staring up at the black and white screen that always seemed to be playing something. He didn't know what movie it was, nor did he care. He had other things to think about, and half a bottle of vodka in his hand. Looking around for potential predators - be it zombies, hellhounds, or worst of all German Doctor, he downed his sorrows in one long swig. I deserve this, he thought to himself. The last few days had blurred into one - drinking, killing, drinking, and avoiding the crazed doc. He'd been pretty successful so far, save for one incident yesterday when they brushed against each other on a flight of stairs, the first instance they'd bumped into one another since Nikolai's lucky escape when he stumbled across Richtofen's diary. I need a bit of me time, or I'll end up like that fucking crazy Nazi, ran his internal dialogue.
The oh-so-familiar feeling of fuzzy warmth and dizziness trickled its way through the Russian's body, and for the first time in a while he felt happy. Happy to be drunk and alone, ready for a good night's sleep. The empty vodka bottle slipped from his bloodstained hand onto the floor with a clunk, Nikolai felt the room spinning, his body relaxing, eyes getting heavier... and heavier...
Where he awoke was altogether a different matter.
'Oh, good! Ze Russian is coming around!' exclaimed an ecstatic Richtofen, who'd been watching the other man intently for the last several hours.
Where the FUCK am I? thought Nikolai. He put aside his routine hangover headache and the nervousness of being in close proximity to the sociopath doctor to take in his surroundings. He was lying down, facing a slightly yellowing white ceiling surrounded by off-white walls doused with spatters of blood. Tall metal shelves stood adjacent to each other, lined with various scary-looking tools and goggles and gas masks and lab coats, and anything else you could possibly think of for someone who loved to experiment on the living. Nikolai had never been in the doctor's lab before, and not a second lapsed between him realising where he was and an overwhelming sensation to get the hell out of there.
When he tried to get up, he was slightly fearful for his life upon realising that his hands and feet were bound tightly... to the doctor's operating table. I will get raped tonight, or killed. I don't know which is worse... I need some more vodka, he thought to himself, fidgeting and fighting the leathery straps that bound him to the cold, steel table.
'It's no good... You're tied down razher tightly. You vill find zhat no one can escapes from ze doctor's clutches.' Richtofen said rather smugly, still out of sight. Nikolai looked around, searching for the source of the voice, which proved fruitless. 'I told you not to mess vith matters vhich don't concern you, Russian, and zhat it vould end badly for you. But since ze damage is done, and you know how I feel about you, it would be... most pointless to kill you, as you are essential to our survival also. But rest assured, schweinhund, you vill not forget zis...'
The doctor cut off his monologue by startling the Cossack with a cold, bony hand on his face. Looking to his right, there Nikolai saw the other man. It was evident that the doctor had not slept in some time – he was a more pale shade of white than usual, the dark circles under his eyes accentuating his prominent cheekbones, the light on the other side of the room casting a shadow over one side of his face, the other side giving him almost an eerie glow.
'Argh! Get your dirty Nazi hands off my face!' snapped Nikolai, agitated, not for a second taking his eyes off the doctor. No one touches Nikolai! he thought to himself.
Richtofen's tone suddenly changed.
'NO! Russian, in zis room, ze only person to bark out orders is ME! You vill not move, you vill not squirm. You vill take your punishment like a man!' A rough hand grabbing his hair forced Nikolai's head backwards, the pain from the impact of his head smacking the steel table on his blinding hangover making him groan out in pain. Closing his eyes to try and block out the pain, they shot straight open again as he felt a presence loom closer to his face, looking down at him with an unrecognisable expression. The doctor moved his head closer and closer to the other man's face, until their noses were millimetres apart.
'You vill not scream, Russian, unless it is my name.' Nikolai felt the Nazi's breath against his face, warm with a smell of a light tinge of... blood? Accepting that he'd have to settle for blocking out the sensations until this whole ordeal was over, the Russian sighed, letting his body fall loose and closing his eyes. A sharp pair of teeth attempting to butcher his neck caught him off guard. He thrashed his limbs and shouted for help, until he was silenced by a pair of thin, smirking lips biting on his more full ones. A familiar cold, bony hand edging its way from his thigh upwards gave Nikolai an indication of events to come.
'Now now, the more you scream the longer it vill be until you can leave.' said a voice in his ear, the warm breath tickling his exposed neck, making him shiver. The doctor continued to whisper into his plaything's ear in German as he snaked his hand over the coarse fabric of his prisoner's crotch. It came as no surprise to Richtofen that the Russian was not yet hard, but he knew he had ways and means of making it so. Stepping it up a level, the doctor moved away to grab something from one of the metal shelves. Nikolai wanted to jump for joy when he returned with an unopened bottle of vodka, and as the other man unscrewed the lid and pushed the bottle into his mouth, he drank it down hungrily.
'It's not really vhat ve drink in Germany, but I sort of like ze bitter taste...' mused the doctor, taking a few swigs and stroking Nikolai's hair. Throwing the vodka bottle across the room, much to his prisoner's detest, Richtofen climbed atop the table, straddling the Russian's hips.
'I vant to show you vhat you're missing by being so resistant..' smirked the doctor, running a single digit down Nikolai's face. He didn't expect what happened next.
'Hey doc, what're you guys doin' in here? We need some... more boards...' A bewildered American accent trailed off as he took in the sight in front of him.