Broken Betrayal [1/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 17:39:12 UTC
I think I tried to remain on the light side, after all. I didn’t use any boiling oil, nor did I have Germany insert shards of glass inside Italy, nor use any big torture device or animals. I still hope this is good even if I didn’t really go all out. Also, it’s a bit short. I feel a bit dirty after writing this…There was a soft dripping noise in the background. It was almost too far to be heard, but with the deep silence, every single drop echoed distinctly as it fell down, hitting the slimy floor and soon being followed by another
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Broken Betrayal [2/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 17:40:58 UTC
“Do you by any chance, know why you are here?” Germany stared in satisfaction as Italy squirmed away, little gasps coming from his open, dry lips, but did not answer. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer”.
Suddenly, clashing against the calm tone he was using, his wrist twitched, and the burning end of the torch came into contact with Italy’s cheek. Brown eyes widened in shock as for a moment no sting reached his brain. Then, the scorching pain -burning, fuming, hissing and cracking- finally exploded, and Italy yelled.
The sound was pleasing to Germany’s ears -a gurgled scream choked by tears and a dry throat, filled with raw pain… yes, it was satisfying. Quick, but satisfying.
Italy cried… tears running down his cheeks, hissing when they came into contact with the burning torch, his head snapping to the side, backing against the wall, banging on it repeatedly, to wade away the pain, make it stop -makeitstopbecauseithurtBut Germany, eyes darkened in satisfaction and lust for pain, didn’t allow Italy to escape
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Broken Betrayal [4/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 17:44:23 UTC
“Gah!” the body of the Italian nation slumped down again, chocked sobs gurgling into silence when his frail body lost all energy to yell.
Germany licked his own lips, eyes inspecting the damage, and smirked. There would be time to force him to scream again.
“I wonder” he stated, voice rumbling in the room like a volcano ready to explode, inflection of German so thick Italy’s buzzing ears had a hard time understanding what he was saying “what would your cute bruder do in your place?”
Italy froze. His whole body stopped trembling, too stunned by Germany’s words, blocking out everything except the searing pain he was in, the words repeating over and over in his head until they roared at him, accusing him.
His brother.
Brother. No, no no nonononononoChapped lips opened and closed, one eye wide and one already swelling, but still open, lungs constricting in his chest, and words bubbled out, fast and mashed together in the attempt to prevent that from happening
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Broken Betrayal [5/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 17:45:51 UTC
“I’ll take away your most important thing” he hissed. “I’ll take away everything”.
Crack
Italy yelled again.
One by one, the remaining fingers in his hand were cleanly snapped, bent in places they would never naturally reach.
Italy pulled on the chains so hard that the wire on its side penetrated the skin, bleeding through.
He barely felt that, too busy yelling.
Germany wasn’t finished. Returning to the metallic table was quick, his pulse accelerating as he grabbed the thumbscrew, anticipating what would come next -inserting the still working fingers of Italy’s other hand in, one by one, and twisting-
The pressure grew, every second building more and more, pressing, mashing bones together with the skin and the nails, and Italy yelled again, his lungs collapsing in pain and his face turning purple, the pain racking through his body again and again, as the crunching sound grew stronger and stronger, and his fingers were crushed slowly, painfully, painfully ohsopainfullyScreams filled the cell again, penetrating the stone, haunted
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Broken Betrayal [6/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 17:47:14 UTC
At first, Italy frowned, closing his burning right eye and trying to look back, not understanding. Then, the gashes on his back felt like they were wrenched open again and again, burning and ripping new pathways of pain in him.
Italy’s raw lungs expanded at once, despite his sudden inability to breath, and he gurgled out more blood and saliva, spraying it all over the ground as he broke the nails of his right hand in attempt to nail them.
Burning-Searing, seething, raw, painful- waves of fire, mounting higher, Germany’s boot rubbing the salt in, salt and powder of chilly peppers, combined into one fine mixture, melting into his raw flesh and blood
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Broken Betrayal [7/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 17:50:00 UTC
Despite the pain and the embarrassment and the hurt, Italy couldn’t stop his body reacting to the sudden different touches.
Germany spat on the ground. “Look at you -disgusting Italian, but I will do you a favour… didn’t you once say we were different, down there? Be happy, I will remove that difference”.
There was the sound of a blade snapping, and Italy had barely the time to understand what Germany was talking about, that he felt the blade come in contact with his erection, cutting through the top, slicing and-
And ripping.
Italy coughed and cried, flushed in shame and head spinning in pain, choking and sobbing and trying to curl up on himself but failing badly, and Germany stood up, observing his work with a sated, satisfied lust.
He’d broken his former ally, forming a precedent for any other Nation who would dare to try and hurt him.
“Next time, you will think better than to betray my trust, Italien” he growled, spitting on his face. Italy didn’t even flinch. “Just be grateful I won’t touch your bruderHis boots squashed in
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i managed 5 years without writing a torture scene (even though when i was in Naruto, it kind of called for it, but i managed not to) and this is the first i've written since 2004. i'm satisfied by it and a bit creeped out i still can do it...
urgh... no, it's better not to know. ^^ my grammar back then was... well, was the usual first!fandom non-english-speaker first fanfic attempt writing. for which i'm pretty ashamed.
if you ever consider writing sweet italy torture, i'll be your first fan. (if the fic ends well, though). same for england. also some others. what fics did you write that contain torture in heta?
Oh, you're no native speaker, too? Haha, which country are you from? I'm German.
Hm, for Hetalia I did one Russia/Latvia noncon, and one Belarus/Russia, but those are quite tame still. I have more sinister things planned for Russia/Germany and Russia/Prussia; those are already in the works.
russia works pretty well in torture, i must admit. i had a few times i wanted to write something involving him even though i'm not that good at characterizing him (only time was for a russia/vietnam...)
i'm not really a lover of germany with others but italy, unfortunately (and belgium. who knows why), so i would not be able to appreciate the russia/germany, but the others sound quite appealing to me :)
lj is masterfranny so if you get a message soon, that's me.
omg anon, you are both speedy and TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME.
This was perfect. I've read it twice now and just, omg, thank you. I loved the reason for it all and the threats towards Romano and the details, the beautiful way you described everything and the sheer destruction of Italy and the way Germany is enjoying it, and, okay, I kinda have a Latin kink as well which you totally hit and just, I cannot thank you enough, anon. ILU.
ah, glad you enjoyed it :) i have to say i went really light on it, though. i could have moved further down, but then i didn't want to sound too sadistic.
ah, latin kink ^^ i studied latin in high school (and ancient greek), it was a catholic school *winces* =_= something remained, huh?
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Suddenly, clashing against the calm tone he was using, his wrist twitched, and the burning end of the torch came into contact with Italy’s cheek. Brown eyes widened in shock as for a moment no sting reached his brain. Then, the scorching pain -burning, fuming, hissing and cracking- finally exploded, and Italy yelled.
The sound was pleasing to Germany’s ears -a gurgled scream choked by tears and a dry throat, filled with raw pain… yes, it was satisfying. Quick, but satisfying.
Italy cried… tears running down his cheeks, hissing when they came into contact with the burning torch, his head snapping to the side, backing against the wall, banging on it repeatedly, to wade away the pain, make it stop -makeitstopbecauseithurtBut Germany, eyes darkened in satisfaction and lust for pain, didn’t allow Italy to escape ( ... )
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Germany licked his own lips, eyes inspecting the damage, and smirked. There would be time to force him to scream again.
“I wonder” he stated, voice rumbling in the room like a volcano ready to explode, inflection of German so thick Italy’s buzzing ears had a hard time understanding what he was saying “what would your cute bruder do in your place?”
Italy froze. His whole body stopped trembling, too stunned by Germany’s words, blocking out everything except the searing pain he was in, the words repeating over and over in his head until they roared at him, accusing him.
His brother.
Brother. No, no no nonononononoChapped lips opened and closed, one eye wide and one already swelling, but still open, lungs constricting in his chest, and words bubbled out, fast and mashed together in the attempt to prevent that from happening ( ... )
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Crack
Italy yelled again.
One by one, the remaining fingers in his hand were cleanly snapped, bent in places they would never naturally reach.
Italy pulled on the chains so hard that the wire on its side penetrated the skin, bleeding through.
He barely felt that, too busy yelling.
Germany wasn’t finished. Returning to the metallic table was quick, his pulse accelerating as he grabbed the thumbscrew, anticipating what would come next -inserting the still working fingers of Italy’s other hand in, one by one, and twisting-
The pressure grew, every second building more and more, pressing, mashing bones together with the skin and the nails, and Italy yelled again, his lungs collapsing in pain and his face turning purple, the pain racking through his body again and again, as the crunching sound grew stronger and stronger, and his fingers were crushed slowly, painfully, painfully ohsopainfullyScreams filled the cell again, penetrating the stone, haunted ( ... )
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Italy’s raw lungs expanded at once, despite his sudden inability to breath, and he gurgled out more blood and saliva, spraying it all over the ground as he broke the nails of his right hand in attempt to nail them.
Burning-Searing, seething, raw, painful- waves of fire, mounting higher, Germany’s boot rubbing the salt in, salt and powder of chilly peppers, combined into one fine mixture, melting into his raw flesh and blood ( ... )
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Germany spat on the ground. “Look at you -disgusting Italian, but I will do you a favour… didn’t you once say we were different, down there? Be happy, I will remove that difference”.
There was the sound of a blade snapping, and Italy had barely the time to understand what Germany was talking about, that he felt the blade come in contact with his erection, cutting through the top, slicing and-
And ripping.
Italy coughed and cried, flushed in shame and head spinning in pain, choking and sobbing and trying to curl up on himself but failing badly, and Germany stood up, observing his work with a sated, satisfied lust.
He’d broken his former ally, forming a precedent for any other Nation who would dare to try and hurt him.
“Next time, you will think better than to betray my trust, Italien” he growled, spitting on his face. Italy didn’t even flinch. “Just be grateful I won’t touch your bruderHis boots squashed in ( ... )
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You had me cringing! ME! I have read a lot of books dealing with this topic, so I know torture.
This is just --- awesome! So intense, sinister and powerful. I love you! I would have NEVER expected to find such a good torture fic in this fandom.
You made my day with this!
Fuck dammit, I LOVE YOU!
Saved to my HDD, to read again ---
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i managed 5 years without writing a torture scene (even though when i was in Naruto, it kind of called for it, but i managed not to) and this is the first i've written since 2004. i'm satisfied by it and a bit creeped out i still can do it...
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And, ah, ... most of my fics deal with torture, too. Though Hetalia was more or less safe from the more severe ones as of yet.
I want your other torture fics. What fandoms, besides Naruto? *has no idea about Naruto*
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if you ever consider writing sweet italy torture, i'll be your first fan. (if the fic ends well, though). same for england. also some others. what fics did you write that contain torture in heta?
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Hm, for Hetalia I did one Russia/Latvia noncon, and one Belarus/Russia, but those are quite tame still. I have more sinister things planned for Russia/Germany and Russia/Prussia; those are already in the works.
My LJ is ecchipiro, you can message me there. ♥
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russia works pretty well in torture, i must admit. i had a few times i wanted to write something involving him even though i'm not that good at characterizing him (only time was for a russia/vietnam...)
i'm not really a lover of germany with others but italy, unfortunately (and belgium. who knows why), so i would not be able to appreciate the russia/germany, but the others sound quite appealing to me :)
lj is masterfranny so if you get a message soon, that's me.
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This was perfect. I've read it twice now and just, omg, thank you. I loved the reason for it all and the threats towards Romano and the details, the beautiful way you described everything and the sheer destruction of Italy and the way Germany is enjoying it, and, okay, I kinda have a Latin kink as well which you totally hit and just, I cannot thank you enough, anon. ILU.
♥♥♥♥♥!!!
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ah, latin kink ^^ i studied latin in high school (and ancient greek), it was a catholic school *winces* =_= something remained, huh?
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You are officially my hero now <3
This was intense. Painfully so.
It sent shivers down my spine.
And I like your writing style a lot.
A masterpiece, really. And very inspiring.
I added you btw :9
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