⚠️Warning⚠️
Gore and torture because that's a fun activity 😁👍

First of all I'm sorry again for getting this out late. I seem to be doing that a lot lately for some reason. Well hopefully I get the next one out on time like it should. Well this one is a interesting chapter because I definitely underestimated how long this would be (its over 3k works). Well since you have a lot to read I will stop talking now. I hope you enjoy chapter 55 aka my favorite as of right now.
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Reich's POV

I sat in the back of the car waiting for everything to be placed in the truck and for the driver and Soviet to get in the car. It's the day after I got that phone call and apparently me and Soviet are needed in my capital city, Berlin. Poland was found yesterday and was brought to a small yet very secure prison.

It wasn't really in Berlin but it's close to there none the less. It was more like in the middle of nowhere.

Yesterday the country representation of Poland was found in the polish forest somewhere. Me and Soviet had to go sort everything out and we needed to be there as soon as we possibly can. That's good for me because I didn't need to be here as long as I had to but for Soviet it's quite the opposite.

Soviet was very sad when he found out we had to leave the next morning which is today. Also that our children couldn't come home for a even longer time. Though, ROC and PRC was really understanding of the situation and didn't mind having the kids over for longer. I didn't really want them to stay here though. What if those bastard's brainwash my children and tell them lies?

I cringed at the thought of that. My kid's having a different belief then I do, a wrong belief. Mine is the right way and will always be the right way to think in this crul world.

I looked outside and Soviet was talking to PRC and ROC. I wouldn't be surprised if he was apologizing for the millionth time for the unpreventable circumstances. I just rolled my eyes and looked out the other window. Just looking at him made me annoyed.

I then heard the trunk close and a few seconds later the drivers door opened as the driver got into the seat. The car started to rumble signifying that the car was now started. The door next to me opened and I'm guessing Soviet got in the backseat with me. I didn't spare a glance at him though, I didn't necessarily want to see him.

Soon enough the car started to slowly move across the ground and soon enough we were on the road picking up speed. I was happy that I didn't have to be there for another 2 day's. Well more like a day and a few hours.

I watched as the world outside sped passed me as the car made its why down the road to the airport. We were now making the long travel to Berlin.

I stepped out of the car onto the grass. It's been a few hours of travel and it was now night time. I shut the door and one more door was shut which most likely was Soviet's. I stepped away from the car and towards the heavily guarded prison. Soviet followed me and when we were far enough away from the car it started to drive away. The only thing that was heard now was the wildlife in the forest around us.

We both made it to the entrance and made our way inside. When a SS officer saw me they immediately saluted to me but one of them came up to me and Soviet. "Hello mein Anführer I will be showing you were Poland is." he then looked over to Soviet. "And to you as well USSR." the officer said but his tone was definitely a lot less friendly then it was to me. It made sense anyways and it's not like it was bothering me.

"You can follow me now." he said before turning around and walking down one of the many hallways. The entire time we were walking to where Poland was being held the officer was telling both of us about how Poland is and all of the details. It was just me and him talking the entire time because Soviet was completely silent. He was more trapped in his own thoughts then he was paying attention to what we were saying.

We finally made it to a door made out of probably steal bars and there was 2 heavily armed SS guards there keeping watch on what was behind the bar door and what was happening around them. The officer took some keys out of his pocket and pushed one of them into the lock, twisting it until he heard a click, signaling that the door was now unlocked. He pushed it open and walked inside on which me and Soviet both followed behind.

There was a dark hallway in front of us and at the end of it there was a heavily secured door. That door was the only thing in this hallway which made me believe that Poland was right behind it. The officer walked right up to the door and put in a few digits into the keypad. When he finished the keypad went from red to green. He placed his hand on the handle but before he opened the door he looked at the both of us.

"Just so you know Poland hasn't made a sound since he's been here so I wouldn't expect to much to come out of him." then he twisted the handle and opened the door. I was immediately hit with cold air as the door was opened wider. "Alright I will be taking my leave." I nodded and the officer gave me the keys. "Have fun." a smile formed onto his face before he started to walk down the hallway again and shortly after out of sight.

I looked into the room and there was one light bulb hanging from the ceiling which didn't provide much light but it was enough to see the person chained to the chair in the room. The person in the chair was none other then Poland. He was wearing all black that looked like he was getting ready for some apocalypse or something.

I walked into the cold room first and Soviet came in right after me. I heard the door shut and we were now in the cold dark room with the polish country. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but when they did I could see a few weapons and what not scattered around everywhere.

This is a torture room after all.

Poland didn't look up when we entered the room he just stared at the concrete. There was nothing coming from him. The only way you would know he was alive is by the slow up and down movements of his chest.

I slowly walked over to Poland and the light from the light bulb slightly lit me up but not enough to see me fully. "Hello Poland, how are you liking it here?" there was no response, not even a movement. "Hm not the talkative type are you." I walked more into the light and I grabbed Poland's hair, yanking his head up so he would look at me. The used to be bright green eyes were now slightly dull and the white part's were now slightly red. "You know it's rude not looking at someone when they're talking to you." Poland's eyes slightly narrowed but he still didn't say anything.

A smile made it's way onto my face. "That's better." I let go of Poland's hair and stood up straight again. My gaze then landed on Poland's white wings. Even though he was in such a gross and nasty place his wings still looked pearly white. "Oh look at these." I walked to his side and touched his wings on which he immediately pulled them back.

I felt as anger started to boil up in me and I quickly grabbed his wing, yanking it to me. "Now don't miss behave, it definitely won't be good if you do." I saw Poland's grip on the chair tighten when I grabbed his wing but I obviously didn't care at all.

"I've never seen wings up close before, maybe they would be a good decoration for my office." I let go of them and Poland immediately pulled them back again. And of course he stayed silent as well.

I walked back in front of him and looked right into his eyes. A twisted and unsettling smile slowly formed onto my face thinking of all the ways I could torture him. Break him down to little piece until he would never fight me back.

"Well let the fun begin."

Soviet's POV

I didn't really know how much time has passed now. That was probably the least of my worries at the moment. I couldn't really keep my eyes off of what was happening right in front of me. Seeing the psychotic smile on Reich face as he ripped off Poland's wings. His laughs of amusement at Poland's blood curdling screams as blood sprayed everywhere. Hearing the ripping of flesh and bones sent chills down my spine.

Seeing and hearing blood fall onto the ground in big puddles. Poland's pleads for help rang in my ears and how he told Reich to stop. I knew Reich wasn't going to stop what he was doing though. When he started something he wasn't going to stop until he's finished.

I saw as his once black uniform slowly started to turn into a dark red. The fabric being soaked with the crimson red liquid. How his blood red eye only showed the emotion of joy and I swear I saw some blood on his face. He was enjoying this and it made me sick to my stomach.

He then fully ripped the last wing off of Poland's body and threw it with the other one. "That was fun wasn't it?" Poland didn't answer instead he just looked at the ground in terror. Tears were coming out of his once bright green eyes.

"Now what else should I do with you?" Reich gave Poland a good look before his eye lit up. That is when I knew he had another bone chilling idea.

He walked over to where all the weapon's and stuff were and picked up a black marker. He made his way back to Poland and took off the marker cap. Then he started to draw on Poland's face.

"What are you doing?" Reich turned to look at me for a few seconds but went back to what he was doing. "Making a straight line down Poland's face." my expression became one of confusion. Why was Reich making a straight line down Poland's face?

It took Reich a few trys to actually get the line straight in his opinion. Reich said that if the line wasn't straight in his eyes then it would really bother him. So after he was finished he walked over to the table with the weapons once more and grabbed a saw.

I was confused at first on what he was actually doing but when he got over to Poland and positioned the saw over his head where he made the line I knew what he was doing.

Reich was going to saw his head in half.

Before Reich started to move the saw across Poland's head I braced myself for the sounds of Poland's skull crunching from being sawed in half. The sounds blood hitting the floor once more or the sounds of pure brains being sawed right through. Though for some reason Reich took the saw away from Poland's head and looked over at me.

"You've been awfully quiet Soviet." he held out the saw to me. "Way don't you do the honors?" I felt as my heart stopped for a few seconds when I realized what he wanted me to do. I couldn't do that, no, not in a million years.

Reich's smile then turned into a heart felt one. It wasn't some sort of sickening smile anymore. It's the smile that I love with all my heart, the one that I wanted to see from him all the time.

If I did what he wanted me to do then it would make him happy. That's the entire reason why I have done what I did to Poland. I have to do what Reich wanted me to do then maybe my own suffering would stop. Maybe Reich would actually be impressed with something I did for once. We could be a happy family if I just did that one thing.

I looked down at the saw in Reich's hand. All I had to do what just split Poland's head in half and it will all be better.

It will all stop.

I walked over to Reich and he gave me the saw which I took in my own hands. I could feel how warm the handle was but it wasn't from the heat from Reich's hand, it's from the blood that covered them. Then the metallic smell of blood hit my nose and that was really the only thing I could smell here.

Reich took a step back and waited for me to start. I stood in front of Poland and he looked up at me. He was begging me to not start with his eyes but I didn't acknowledge lt, I couldn't acknowledge it.

I placed the saw over his head and hesitated for a second. Did I really want to do this? Of course I do, it would make Reich happy. I just want him to be happy with something, anything I possibly could do.

The saw then came crashing down onto Poland's head. I could hear the blood curdling screams of agony as the saw made it's way through his head. How his hands twitched and his body shook from the horrible pain I could only imagine him feeling.

I could just hear his skull being cut into and breaking from the amount of force that had to be put into cutting through his skull. How blood started to drip down his face and all over himself including me. My coat started to turn from brown to a dark red as I kept going. Then soon enough I could hear the sound of brains being cut through.

None of it was pleasant at all.

After I cut through Poland's entire forehead and right above his nose I stopped and pulled the saw out of the giant cut through his head. I dropped my arms and all I could hear now was the dripping of blood that was coming off of the saw and the hard breathing coming from the half conscious polish country.

The sight of him was sickening to my stomach. Even some of his brains were coming out of his head. I felt as my stomach did flips and I wanted to throw up so badly right then in there.

I can't believe I just did all of that to a country that didn't do anything wrong.

I didn't realize that Reich started to move around until he came in front of me and started to do something to Poland's face. "Soviet can you hold his face together?" I snapped out of my thoughts and went to Poland's side, holding the two half's of his face together.

Reich then started to stitch them together. At this point I think that Poland is either passed out or dead. I haven't seen cracks form on him yet so I don't think he's dead somehow.

When a country dies black cracks always forms on their body. It always happens even if you die from being murdered or from the cracks themselves. The cracks always forms right when they die and because I don't see any on Poland I'm guessing he isn't dead yet.

"You can stop now." I quickly took my hands off of Poland's head. I didn't want to touch his unconscious body anymore. "Well thank you Soviet for doing that." a small smile came onto Reich's face and I felt my face heat up a bit. "Your welcome." I quietly said, I wasn't really in the mood for talking.

"Well I think we should leave now since he's passed out." I nodded my head and quickly walked over to the door. "Why are you in a rush?" I turned around and Reich looked at me in confusion. "Because I'm tired." that wasn't a total lie. It's really late in the night or should I say morning and I haven't had any sleep since the other night. "Yeah, yeah alright." Reich walked over to me and he opened the door walking out. I followed behind and closed the door behind me.

"What are we going to do with Poland?" Reich didn't turn around and just continued walking so I quickly followed him. "I will get someone to throw him with Czechoslovakia." I looked over at Reich. "You know where he is?" he nodded his head. "I'm his occupier so of course I know where he is." I became quiet and looked in front of me.

Reich made sure he locked the bar door when we came out of the hallway and we continued walking. No body even questioned why we both were covered in blood. It wasn't like they even could ask questions anyways.

I could see how much blood was covering Reich now that we were both in the light. The crimson liquid was splattered all over him from head to toe. I more then likely didn't look much better then him.

We both walked out of the prison and there was a car waiting for us. It wasn't the same car but we both knew it was the one that will be taking us back to Reich's mansion in Berlin. I opened the door and got inside the car and Reich did the same thing but on the other side. I closed the door and let out a sigh sinking a bit into the seat.

I closed my eyes and I felt as the car started to move and pick up speed as it went. Everyone was quiet in the car and I liked it. Everything was finally quiet after hearing those spine chilling screams and the sounds of bones, flesh, and brains.

I tiredly opened my eyes and glanced at the German representation next to me. He was looking down at his hands while he traced the creases with his thumb. There was a sickening and psychotic smile on his face. I felt as horror filled my insides seeing that smile.

I knew that we definitely didn't feel the same way about what happened.

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Well I guess Poland has the same fate as Czechoslovakia if you remember what happened to him. You know I enjoy writing about torture. I'm just the angst Queen at this point. Well sadly i don't have any picture's for you all today because I really needed to get this out.

I hope you have a good day/morning/night or whatever time you are reading this.

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