Dark!RussiaXReader Tortured Soul #5

Dark!RussiaXReader part 5

You felt fear bubble up inside you. Not only were you on the spot, but you were also faced with a kidnapper. "Moy podsolnechnika, sit down, enjoy yourself." Ivan said
smoothly, glancing up and down your body. Ravis quickly ran to the kitchen, bringing out more then enough food and a large glass of vodka. Ivan forced you to sit
next to him, you could feel his aura wrap around your body and up your spine. You shivered and you silently prayed that you wouldn't die. "Why are you doing this to
me?" you asked almost in a whisper to the Russian. He looked over at you and smiled. "Chto? I don't understand what you mean." he replied innocently. The grip on your
fork tightened and you almost yelled. "This? Why did you kidnap me?!" you asked, your voice quivering with anger. Ivan's eyes widened a bit, then looked down at his
plate. "Well, because I wanted to!" he said smiling. You immediatly wanted to bash his stupid face into the ground. "You're so sick! You're crazy!! Crazy!!" you yelled.
The three other men gasped and whimpered. Ivan's eyes narrowed and he stood up, grabbing your hair. "And YOU are a brat who is rude and insensitive!" Ivan yelled
loudly.



You whimpered and felt tears prick up in your eyes as he pulled you to your room. "Maybe dinner wasn't such a good idea after all..." Ivansaid in a dissapointed tone. He
pushed you into your room, making you fall to the cold, unforgiving wooden floor below you. He stood over you, a sad look in his eyes. "I'll check back after you think
about how you treated me!" he angrily said. Ivan growled something in Russian as he slammed the door shut. You sighed and rubbed your sore head, then laid your head
down on the bed. You groaned and thought about Alfred...he was gonna be so dissapointed and worried. "I'm so sorry Alfred..when I get outta here, I'm gonna make up
for it!" You said to yourself.Downstairs, Ivan played with his food, not feeling hungry anymore. He sighed, looking at the empty seat next to him. "How could she? I'm not crazy...am I?" he held his
head as heard voices in his head laugh at him.


Ivan got up quickly and yelled to the Baltics. "Clean up...I'm having a episode again.." he stated shaking his head and squeezing his eyes tightly. He groaned and ran
up the steps, gripping his hair as the voices got louder and more malice was heard. "Stop it...stop..." he whispered as he shut his door and slid down it. He groaned
and started to yell in his native tongue. "Eto bolyno! Quit laughing! It's not funny!" he begged. He started to see pictures flood through his mind. Pictures of his
family , of death, the bullies he faced every single day, and blood...so much blood. He stopped screaming and he laid on his bed. Ivan felt nauseous and dizzy. Ivan
grabbed a trash can near him and vomited repetivly into it. Soon, he stopped and wiped his mouth. He laid down and put his hands on his face. Ivan noticed his face
was wet, not with sweat, but with tears. "This is not good. Why must you hurt me?" he asked nobody. The last thing he saw before falling into a deep sleep was your
face in his mind.