Slowly America regained consciousness, opening his eyes he saw nothing. Everywhere it was black, a tight ball of fear lodged itself in his throat, was he blind now too? Who knows what that sadistic bastard could've done to him while he was out… Moving his body slightly, America ignored the pain he was feeling from just the small movements. It was nothing compared to what he had just been through, besides the pain was the last thing on his mind, looking up…or what he thought was up America spotted a soft glow…
There were bars…and it looked like an old sewage drain? Almost letting out a cheer of joy, he realized he actually wasn't blind! That sick fuck might've done a lot of things to him, but depriving him of sight wasn't one of them. Using his hands to feel for his surroundings, much to Americas despair he realized he was stuck in a hole, a drainage hole if you must, with no way out but to wait for the bastard who had thrown him into this.
~Two Days Later
America's stomach was aching; it felt as if it were trying to eat itself and all the organs around it. Groaning out loud, the sound came out all raspy and barely audible; despite all of his shouts no-one had heard him, desperately thirsty and hungry America found it surprisingly welcome when a shadow was thrown over the drainage hole top. Well, it was welcoming 'till he heard the now oh-so-familiar chuckle come from the devil himself, "Stay away you sick fuck! You Mother fucking Bastard! How dare you!" America snapped at him. Only enlightening more bone chilling chuckles to arise, a can was thrown in between the bars, before America could do anything it burst with gas and he felt himself start to slip away again…
~Some Time Later
Again, it seemed America's luck just wasn't with him anymore, because fucking again he was tied to a table or whatever the fuck he was on. He just couldn't believe this! Before he could muster enough strength to break the binds that were now only holding his feet and wrists down, the sick bastard dared to walk through the door and towards him. Only a little to America's surprise, he snarled at him, a true guttural feral snarl that tore out of his gut and chest and through his teeth, yet this seem to only delight and excite the fucker more.
It seemed there would be no taunting words today, not one word at all, only those horrifying bone freezing chuckles that scared America to the core. "So, what's it going to be today fucker? Huh? Another one of your m-"his words were cut off by a piece of cloth gagging him, 'maybe I should have stayed quiet' America thought as metal wires, attached to sharp metal needles, were jabbed into the top of his wrists and the sides of his ankles. 'Ohshitohshitohshitohshit…please dear god, save me from this' he silently prayed upwards, even though he had no-hope for the situation he was in, he watched the motherfucker get up and walk toward the far wall. Where there was a light switch…
He flipped it.
A loud and long scream tore out of America's mouth as his back slightly bowed off the table, the first shock was over in seconds, though it seemed like endless pain and agony for him. His body slumped to the table with a loud thump, his eyes slightly glazed locked on the man, he watched as the man reached for a dial…and slowly turned it up. The switch was flipped again.
An even louder and more piercing scream tore out of his mouth this time, the cloth barely doing anything to contain the sound, along with his screams that hell freezing chuckle played in and out of them, like a melody. The second shock was over, America didn't know how much more he could take, already his vision was getting hazy, and again the man turned the dial up, but much to America's horror…He kept his hand on it and flipped the switch again.
This time, the cloth did nothing, as the dial was turned more and more, America's back was fully bowed off the table, his screams rising to such a high extant that they became silent…
Right before blacking out all America knew was that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't feel anything but the acidic freezing lava burning holes inside of him, he blacked out again…but his screams didn't stop…
End of Chapter 2
How do you like it so far? :D This is the first actual 'Gory Story' I've ever made! *squeals*
PLEASE leave a review with any 'torture' methods for America in later chapters. No I don't despise America, or anything…he's just…such an easy victim I guess…
If you know who the 'torturer' is…Message me ;D I'll let you know if you're correct, and if you're not…I might have to reveal it soon… ^-^