literature

Trapped (RusAme)

Deviation Actions

Published: Aug 9, 2014

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"Fredka….Where are yooou?" Alfred crawled backwards pushing up against the supply closet's wall trying desperately to keep from screaming. He was probably the most scared he had ever been in his life, if even the smallest whimper came out of his mouth, he was toast. he heard Ivan slowly walking around the room, the room he had trapped Alfred in for weeks, in a almost mocking matter. waiting for him to scream and run from his hiding spot like always, trying in vain to escape but not this time no matter how scared he was Alfred wasn't going to give into this sick game anymore. not without a fight!

"Come out my little sunflower. I don't like it when you hide from me, da." Alfred gritted his teeth in fear and stared at the door waiting for it to come crashing down.

During the first couple of weeks Alfred had been his usual heroic stubborn self, fighting Ivan's every command but after time passed Alfred started slipping into depression knowing he was trying to fight an already lost battle. I mean usually he could take the communist bastard on and totally kick his ass but due to the recession and current economy he felt more tired and sluggish giving Ivan the advantage. He hated to admit it, but dammit that Ruski was stronger than he remembered!

Alfred squeezed his eyes shut hoping that if he was really quite ivan would walk by his hiding spot without looking inside. Alfred's eyes widened in fear as the door knob slowly turned and a few seconds later the door flew open. He tried to move backwards behind the cleaning supplies and crates but instead managed to knock them all over and have a broom Fall on top of his head.

"There you are my, Fredka~" Alfred slowly brought his sky blue eyes up to meet the cold violet ones of Ivan. The sadistic man smiled down at him, his eyes and smile full of malice.

"Our little game of hide and seek is over now, da?" He reached forward to grab Alfred who refused to come out without a fight he screamed and kicked, clawing at Ivan's face. Ivan growled trying to hold down the American boy's legs as Alfred scratched blindly at his face. suddenly ivan gasped in pain stumbling backwards he held his hand to his cheek glaring at Alfred there was blood dripping from four long scratches on his cheek Alfred looked down at his finger nails. they were covered in blood. during his whole time being held captive he had never been able to physically hurt Ivan, was he some how becoming stronger? Ivan slowly stood up towering over the scared American, a dark aurora surrounding his being. Mr. pipe quickly appeared in his hand making Alfred close his eyes and brace himself as Ivan swung the pipe at his head, knocking him out cold. "Bad boy."