Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
"Think of the POWAH!" ~ Cartman from Southpark Oh, and because I forgot to mention it before- France is being OOC for a reason that will be mentioned... Later.
APHAPHAPH France was following Turkey down the stairs into the prison. "I heard that the Ireland red-head wanted to see me?"
"Sadiq! What are you doing to Francis and... "Scotty?"
France came up from behind Turkey. "Arthur? And..."
"Francis! It's me... Aiden Quinn! Wh-What are you..? Why are you...?"
"He's my new pet... "Aiden Quinn's" yer name?"
"Yes... Wait, what? What the Hell do you mean, "your pet?"
"I meant wha' I said..." Turkey grabbed France's wrist and slipped his other hand inside of the thin robe. "He's mine..." France refused to look at anyone in the face.
Ireland struggled to get on his knees with his limbs tied. "What about..."
"Lennox" is okay, though he is in the same condition you are in... Well, he's probably in a worse condition right now. It's been a couple days since his last high."
"Y... You're just gonna let him do this to you and... "Lennox?"
"It's better than... Incarceration..."
"So you're just giving up yer pride?"
"Not completely."
"What the bloody Hell does that mean, frog?"
"He does haf'an opini'n 'ere... Of course, what good is an opini'n without being able to do anythin' 'bout it? Well, sometimes he can do somethin' 'bout it, but most of th' time..."
"That's not... I mean..."
"Well, at least we all know that nobody can rape him- you can not rape the willing, after all!"
France stared at England with anger and frustration in his eyes. "Wh-What the Hell did I do to..." France looked away, feeling some tears prick in the corner of his eyes. "I... Have to go to the bathroom..." Turkey moved out of the way so France could leave, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away from his home.
"Unlock the cell." He ordered the guards. As soon as the barred door opened, he walked inside and grabbed England by his blond hair, lifting him up on his tied together feet. "Wha' the Hell was that?" Turkey threw him against the bars. "Well?"
England grunted. "Wh-Why would you care of what I say to your "pet?"
"'Cause he might turn defiant. I don' want that." He walked out and left the underground prison altogether to look for France. "Francis?"
"I think I saw him go towards the nearest bathroom."
"Okay. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Sadiq..."
Turkey knocked on the door a few times. "Francis?"
"J-J-Just a minute..."
"Francis, let me in..."
"...The door's unlocked..."
Turkey went inside and stared at the blond man on the floor. "'Ya' 'kay?"
"...I'm just frustrated. It's not... My fault!"
"Of course not... Yer people are popular as slaves..."
"Because I'm so weak! They don't fight, and... We effect each other, so..."
"Yer people are mainly sold as pleasure slaves, and you can feel it, right?" Turkey sat down by France and grabbed him by his leg to spread it out.
"S-Sadiq..." His face was flushed and he turned away before Turkey even touched him sexually.
"S'not yer fault..." Turkey lifted him up.
"Wh-What are you doing..?" France was carried around and set down on the bed. He hid his face in a bunch of pillows in embarrassment.
"Are ya' 'kay?"
"Non..."
"I'll be righ' back..." Turkey left the room, thus, leaving France alone.
France sat up and stared right at a giant mirror. He was well-rested, but he was also pale. He was barely allowed outside, or at least, he didn't try to go outside. He didn't want to get hurt, but... He was sick of seeing his reflection.
He punched the mirror, cracking it multiple times, all in different directions. He stared at his blood-covered hand, and back at the now blood-covered mirror.
"What the Hell is going on here?" France jumped and stared at the Turkish woman who came inside. She grabbed his wrist to inspect his knuckles.
"I'm weak... I'm too weak..."
It took her a moment to understand what he just said. "...No. Come."
He was dragged back into the bathroom where his hand was dragged under the running water to get any loose, small crystals out. He hand was wrapped up in a bandaged. "You no weak."
"I am..."
"No. No weak. Stressed."
"...Thank you."
"You welcome. I stay."
~~~ "What's yer name?" Turkey asked, looming over Italy.
"Leave him alone!"
"...I'll take him, as well." A couple of guards untied both of the Italy's legs free. "Bathe them, dress them up, and feed them properly."
"Yes sir!"
Turkey smiled behind his mask, and left the prison.
France yelped at every sound. He was afraid of how Turkey would react to him breaking the mirror and injuring himself at the same time. The woman shushed France and tried calming him down.
"Hi, Franci-" France jumped and stared at Turkey. "What's the matta'? What'are ya' hiding?" Turkey grabbed France's wrapped up wrist.
"Um, h-he's just stressed. He punched your mirror because he was angry at his own reflection, I think... He kept on saying "I'm weak..."
Turkey stared at the mirror and back at France's hand. "Get the mirror removed and replaced as soon as possible."
"Yes sir!"
"And Francis..."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so..."
"Stop. Follow me." France stood up and walked closely behind Turkey into the large, underground bath.
"Big brother Franc... is! Francis!" Italy hugged France.
"F-Feliciano?"
"Relax. Take a bath with the two Italians an' I'll be back later."
"Thank you..."
Turkey smiled and kissed France's cheek behind the mask.
~~~ Scotland was lying in bed. He was sweating and he felt like he was going to vomit.
"How'are ya' doin' today, Lennox?"
"I haven't had a smoke in two days... I'll do... Anything, for a drag..."
"Ya' can wait 'nother day."
"No..."
"Ya' need water..." Turkey opened the door and dragged one of the guards in. "Cut the ropes and give him some water... A lot of water, and a vitamin-filled dinner. Protein, vitamind C, D, whatever."
"Yes sir."
"After ya' eat, we'll go out on a walk."
"I don't need a fucking walk!"
"Yes, I think ya' do." Turkey grabbed the glass of water and handed it to Scotland. "Drink."
Scotland took the glass and downed the glass quickly.
"Would'ju like more?"
"...Sure." He handed the glass to Turkey.
"Good. Don't chug this one down... You can walk around without me, can't'ja?"
"Um... Yeah."
"Yer not gonna be alone, ya' know."
"Whatever. Leave if you're gonna leave!" Turkey smirked.
APHAPHAPH France was 17th in suicide rating last I check...
I probably shouldn't edit serious chapters while watching "Yu-Gi-Oh, The Abridged Series."