Sunday, April 17, 2011

//Prussia\\ Prisoner //Drabble\\

Requested By: codexbreakerxrulzes


Another sob erupted from your throat as the riding crop came in contact with your bare back. You were being punished for "unfit" cleaning, at least that's what you were told. You could feel the sting with every hit, the slowly swelling skin that was left behind. And who was doing this to you? Your dearest friend, the person whom you had given up everything for, the person you loved most.

Prussia

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