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Hey, it's me again.

I've notice almost nobody has liked or commented on my new submission to the story? What's up with this? I usually get tons of comments and likes. I'm not trying to sound snotty or selfish but I'm kinda worried...
I know that I haven't been around to really post or message anyone about but, seriously. I'm at my wits end here. I really want feedback and I'm not sure how I can get it. Post more things? Different fandom? Drawings instead of stories?? Please tell me so I can make you guys happy and excited to see my work again. :) Thanks!
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Dark!RussiaXReader Tortured Soul #7

You awoke with a start. Waking up in pure darkness. From the shine moonlight, you could fainly see the clock, mounted on the wall at the end of your bed. Three AM?
 Your eyes scanned the room. As you did so, you noticed that three, thick bars were now attatched to the window..Or were they already there before? You didn't remember,or more so
you didn't want to remember. Getting up, you walked to your tiny, dingy bathroom, your head aching from that slap Ivan gave you. When you turn on the light, you expected to see
 a big welt, or maybe a black eye. Your heart stops as you look at your face and neck. Sickly brown and bloody red marks were all over your neck and chest. Some even had teeth marks,
making it even more blotchy and welted. "W-What the fuck..." You said in a breathed voice, horrified. Your hands brought your shirt up, revealing even more hicky-like
welts. Looking down and your thighs, you noticed something carved into your right one. 'Ty moya zhenshchina' was carved deeply on your bloody thigh. "How did I not wake up from this?"
You asked yourself, running your fingers against it. "Wait...wasn't I wearing pants when I went to sleep?" You looked around and tried to serch for your pants, limping as you did so.
"W-Where the fuck are they?!" You whispered to yourself in a worried voice. "Fuck...what am I suppose to do? Ivan...why are you doing this to me?" You held your head in your hands.
Feeling hopeless, you serched through the tiny cabinet in the washroom, finding a ripped washcloth in the prossess. Wiping off your wounds were harder than you thought.
The pangs of pain woke you up rather well. Better than a cold shower or that wretched slap you got the night before. " I need to lay down...but if I lay in my bloodsoaked bed, I'll get an infection."
You contemplated what to do for a second. Then looked at the door. You tried to open it, obviously assuming it was locked. To your surprise, it slowly opened to reveal a dark hallway of paintings.
 A wave of cold air hit you like a ton of bricks. "Oh God...it feels like I'm in Russia already..." You said in your mind. You started running down the hall, the faces of the painting seemingly sneering at you.
You reached another hallway and another stairwell. You slowly walked up the stairs, your heart beating faster as you see a large double door at the end of the hallway.
 "Wha..." You stared to walk but heared a noise and turned your head fast in the oposite direction. "Ah...oh Jesus..that damn cat." You squeezed your thighs in pain. "Fuck this hurts.."
Tears welled up into your eyes as you grabbed the door handle and opened it up. The first thing you saw was a large canopy bed with two giant windows on either side with places to sit on the window sill.
You noticed it was snowing heavily. You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw a body flip over in the bed and groan in a deep, husky voice. "This is Ivans bedroom. I've fucked up this time."
 You said in your mind. Stepping quietly and slowly, you tried to not wake him as you slithered over to the bathroom. He was facing that way, he could wake up any second.
You kept watching him and in your consetration, you tripped over the carpet and gasped loudly in shock. Ivan opened his eyes and sat up slowly. He breathed deeply and looked over to you.
"Why are you in here? Answer me now.." He said in a voice so calm, you shook with pure despair. "I-Ivan...I can't sleep in my room. Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry, I couldn't find a way and-"
"I didn't lock your door, did I? Well...I'm guessing you noticed your wounds, da?" He said in a rough voice, thick with sleep. You nodded. He smiled and got up, walking to your shivering body.



Soon enough, you found yourself in his giant, yet comfortable bed. His long arms forcefully wrapped around your body. "I'm happy you found my bedroom. I've been dreaming about my new wife.."
 His breath on your neck sent goosebumps across your body. "Did you notice the words on your beautiful, thick legs?" He asked, rubbing the Russian words ingraved in your skin.
"Why did you do this?" you asked quietly as you felt his hand slowly go up to your underwear band, playing with it. His finger tips brushed your pubic hair as he went deeper into your underwear.
He pulled you closer as you closed your eyes tightly, your heart throbbed, almost at the same rate as your flower was. "I did this because you are mine. He doesn't deserve you. I do."
 His voice turning more breathed and husky by the second. Your eyes opened as you felt his hand come out and onto your hip. Ivan sighed and flipped you over to face him.
The Russian grabbed your jaw softly and smirked at you. "My writing says 'You are my woman'. Only because you are mine." He then kissed you deeply. Your eyes widened then, closed slowly.
 For some reason, you suddenly felt at ease in his arms. You felt safe. Secure. His mouth tasted of sleep and vodka. A combination you aren't used to. "Ivan..." You turned away.
He lifted you on top of him and you gasped loudly at how fast he put you on top. He pulled your body down to his chest and sighed. At this moment, you felt worried and...aroused? 'What? Seriously _____, get it together.
This guy kidnapped you and fucking slapped you for god sakes!' Your brain screamed at you. Maybe he had a mental problem. 'I'm so confused right now...One minute he hates me, the nexts loves me?' You looked at his lips.
 Were they ever that soft before? Ivans violet eyes gazed into yours. He shifted his gaze from you, to the snow falling outside. While doing so, he pulled the large, homemade quilt onto both of your bodies.
He smiled at you, his eyes glazed with arousel and lust. "Ty moy podsolnukh. Ya khochu chtoby radovat' nas oboikh. Pochemu ty ne dayesh' mne kosnut'sya vashego tela?" He asked in a innocent voice. He moved you over to his side.
 You didn't understand Russian that well. Sure, you took some classes in high school but it never made complete sense. "Ivan...nyet. Vy ne mozhete." You said.
He laughed quietly and responded in more advanced Russian, assuming you knew his native tounge. "Vy prosto khotite chtoby vyzvat' nepriyatnosti,ne tak li? Ya ne yest' vremya dlya etogo moyego angela."
 He waited for your responce and all he had in return was a sheer look of confusion. "Not good at russkiy? Well I can teach you.." He said in a teasing tone. You just shook your head in agreement.


"Ivan?"


"Mm?"

"Why do you have such bad mood swings?"

You felt that you've gone too far when he didn't answer you.

Soon, to your relief, he spoke.

"Why must you ask? Apparently Schizophrenia. Though I am fine. American doctors know nothing..." He said with a voice so cold it send chills down your spine. "W-Well, I just don't want you to hurt me anymore. Maybe you can let me go outside?"
You asked quietly, covering your ears, feeling as though he would shout at you. No shouting came though. Only a angry sigh. "Yes, well, then you'd leave like the rest of them. I'm not that supid anymore, _______." His arms held you tighter, as if you were going to get away.
 'So thats why he becomes so violent. That episode he had...was it his disease, or is it something worse?' You thought.


"Ivan?"


"Hm?"

"Did you ever have a...tramatic past..?"

His muscles froze and you felt his heart beat faster. He stayed quiet.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The clock was the only noise that answered you.

And the silence, was deafening.







Dark!RussiaXReader Tortured Soul #7
I finally had enough ideas the right the next part of my story! And only a year on hiatus! WOO!

No, but seriously. I'm really sorry about making all you hungry Russia fans waiting! Also, I love comments! Favorites! Notes! I love em' all! Please leave some messages about what you think of the story! :D



Translations!

nukh. Ya khochu chtoby radovat' nas oboikh. Pochemu ty ne dayesh' mne kosnut'sya vashego tela:

You just want to cause trouble , right? I do not have time for this my angel

Vy ne mozhete: You can't

Ty moy podsolnukh. Ya khochu chtoby radovat' nas oboikh. Pochemu ty ne dayesh' mne kosnut'sya vashego tela?: You are my sunflower. I want to please both of us. Why can't I touch your body?

Russkiy: Russian
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I'm kinda wanting to kick Alfred out of the Tortured Soul story...
**Alfred’s POV**


Alfred walked up to your house, thinking you would be there to open the door, give him a tight embrace and hop into his car to the concert you’ve both been waiting for. His mind would quickly change from excitement, to panic. He knocked on the door, your mother answered, tears pouring down her face. “A-Alfred! Have you seen ____?!” she cried. Alfred’s face scrunched up into confusion. “What do ya’ mean? Isn’t she here?” he asked, still confused about you not being there. Your mother cried harder, Alfred quickly pulled her into a hug and patted her back.  “She hasn’t been home all day! It’s almost 10 o’clock! She hasn’t called, texted, or even leave a note! I called the police, so far, they haven’t found anything.” She said, still sobbing her poor heart out. Alfred was shocked, he JUST saw her a while ago. “I-I can’t believe it! She couldn’t have just disappeared. Could she?” he said, feeling panic rise in his stomach. _____’s mother just shook her head and looked down at the picture of ______ she was holding.  Alfred started to breath heavily, he put a hand on ______’s mother’s shoulder. “I promise to help find her! It’s what I need to do! I promise…” he said to her, looking into her (e/c) eyes…just like ______’s. _______’s mother shook her head and smiled, hugging him again. “Thank you so much Alfred, we need all the help we can get. Alfred smiled and said his goodbyes, he ran down the steps and across the street, yelling out ______’s name.  








**YOUR POV**


You were almost asleep when you heard a loud yell come from someone. You got up, and opened your door very quietly. You tilted your head in confusion. “Wha-“You were cut off again when you heard a door slam shut loudly. You shook out of shock and looked around as you went out of your room. “This is not okay…please…nobody kill me...” You said to yourself. You followed the noise and went up the next flight of stairs. You heard a something banging against the door at the end of the hall, you walked slowly and quietly to the door. Suddenly, it became quiet. You again heard something drop, hard to the ground. You slowly put your hand to the doorknob and you twisted it. There at your feet, was Ivan, his face wet with tears, his hands gripping his hair and pushing against his temples. He was either having a panic attack or a heart attack. You didn’t know. All you knew is that he was not faking it. You knelt down and tried to calm him down. “IVAN! CALM DOWN!” You yelled, hoping he would do exactly what you said.  He suddenly blacked out. You sighed and looked around and ran to his bed and got a pillow, lifted his head, when you lifted his head, you were surprised on how soft and silky his hair was. You laid his head on the pillow and ran down stairs, yelling at the three men to help you. You all ran upstairs and lifted him into bed, you took off his shoes and coat, you had a mini heart attack as you saw a Magnum inside his coat. You hanged his coat on the doorknob, and walked back to his bedside.  “Damn you Ivan…you might be a kidnapper, but I just can’t let you suffer.” You said out loud.  








Sometime later, around 12am, you were just coming into Ivan's room, when you saw him sitting up, taking off his shirt. You froze. Slowly, you walked backwards, hoping he didn't see you. "_____?"  


What luck you had.


You had no choice but to walk back to him. "What do you want?" you said in a sour voice. He chuckled, "Still haven't gotten over the fact that I own you now, huh dorogoi?" he said in a silky voice. You shivered a little when you heard how he said it. Was that in a sexual voice? No...it couldn't have been, he's just trying to scare you. Yeah that's it! You shook off the feeling and walked towards him. "Yeah...you don't own me. You never will." you handed him a pain pill for his head. He laughed and swallowed it without water. "Don't you want a drink of water??" you asked surprised. "Nyet, my mouth is wet enough from just looking at you, moy podsolnechnika." he said, lust traveling through his voice. You felt filthy, you looked down. "Don't say that..." you said with a large blush forming on your face. Ivan smiled and laughed a little. "Every time I saw you I always wished you'd come over and talk to me, sadly you never did. Now you finally have. What changed?" He asked, a sadistic smile on his face. Your eyes got wet. "You kidnaped me!" you yelled in his face. He stood up and grabbed your wrists, you gasped and your eyes went wide. "What did I say about yelling?!" he yelled in YOUR face. 'Karma's a bitch..' you thought to yourself. He back hand slapped you on the cheek, the force made you loose balance and fall to the floor. "Get up you stupid ottalkivayushchim shlyukha!" he yelled grabbing your hair.  You yelped loudly and wiggled in his grasp. "Let go!! It hurts!" you screamed as he kept ripping out your hair. Ivan growled something vulgar in Russian, his aura was flaring up more than ever.  He pushed you onto the floor again and got on top of you. He pulled out his gun from his coat pocket.  Your eyes went wide. "You see this, devushka?" he asked, waving the gun in your face. "One more outburst like that and your brains will be splattered all over the floor, got it?" he said angrily. You shook your head quickly and started to shiver hard.  "Now get out!" he screamed at you. You ran as quickly as you could out of the room. You ran to your room and shut the door behind you. 'H-Holy shit..I thought he was gonna kill me!' you thought.  You sighed and sat on the bed, holding your cheek. "Maybe this is all just a horrible dream..." You kidded yourself. You laid down on the bed and cried yourself to sleep.
Hey! Did you guys know that I'm writing again? This is correct! I'm getting ready to post more stories and beautiful picturesque things! Maybe even a bit of cosplay in the future! SO GO ON MY BRETHEREN! ENJOY MY STORIES TO COME!
Hey, it's me again.

I've notice almost nobody has liked or commented on my new submission to the story? What's up with this? I usually get tons of comments and likes. I'm not trying to sound snotty or selfish but I'm kinda worried...
I know that I haven't been around to really post or message anyone about but, seriously. I'm at my wits end here. I really want feedback and I'm not sure how I can get it. Post more things? Different fandom? Drawings instead of stories?? Please tell me so I can make you guys happy and excited to see my work again. :) Thanks!
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  • Reading: My work
  • Watching: Nothing
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  • Eating: Nothing
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Hello everyone! Thanks for visiting my page. Currently, I am on slight hiatus since I am moving across the country. Though, I will update as much as I can. Please shoot me a message if you've got any questions. I am suffering from EDNOS and manic depression, if you need any venting, follow the sentence before this one. Go on now, look at my shitty art and miss-spelt literatureJP Language Level stamp2 by Faeth-designUSA Language Level stamp4 by Faeth-design
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