Handling a Crisis

Chapter Thirteen: Attempts to Distract

Edit: warning update

Would ya look at that; I did finish this earlier than expected!

Trigger warnings: Torture, homophobia and homophobic slurs (f slur), murder, implied self-harm, suicidal thoughts, near-suicide attempt, death, blood, mention of past rape, and mention of past kidnapping. Please let me know if I missed any!

There's no specific part on where the trigger is since it's kind of dispersed throughout the chapter, but I'll put a big warning where a lot of the bad stuff is.

If you can't read that specific segment or the entire chapter, I'll put a summary of what happened after the chapter's done.

~Major trigger warning start~

A man sat in a chair, hunched over as he sweat and pant. His body was bleeding, bruised, and wracked with pain from being subjected to a severe beating. Meanwhile, a group of men stood in front of him. The man directly in front of him used a pipe to lift his chin up, forcing the pained man to look up.

"Почему бы нам не попробовать еще раз, Евгений? (Why don't we try again, Evgeny?)" he suggested. "Дайте нам имена других геев. (Give us the names of the other gays.)"

"Я не знаю ни одного (I don't know any.)," Evgeny replied weakly.

The man looked at the group behind him and nodded. They took out a black box and attached wires to Evgeny's fingers. Evgeny's eyes grew wide with fear as he realized what the device was. He looked at the man in front of him. "Нет, пожалуйста, не делай этого! (No, please, don't do this!)"

The man shook his head. "Дайте нам их имена. (Give us their names.)"

"Я же говорил, я не знаю других геев! Я просто знаю себя! (I told you, I don't know any other gay men! I just know myself!)"

The man with the black box sent him a sinister smile. "Неверный ответ, Евгений. (Wrong answer, Evgeny.)"

Evgeny screamed as several volts of electricity shocked him. He twitched uncontrollably as the men in front of him watched emotionlessly, delivering shock after shock. When Evgeny was allowed to rest, he slumped down in his seat, panting.

The man standing in front of Evgeny held a gun up to his chest, pointing the opening of the barrel straight at Evgeny's heart. "Я даю вам до счета три, чтобы дать нам их имена (I'm giving you until the count of three to give us their names.)," he threatened him.

Evgeny's face paled. He was going to die. He was telling the truth; they just didn't believe him. "Клянусь, я говорю вам правду! (I swear, I'm telling you the truth!)"

"Один. (One.)"

"Я не знаю других геев! Признать, что ты гей - самоубийство! Все это знают! (I don't know any other gay men! Admitting you're gay is suicide! Everyone knows this!)"

"Два. (Two.)"

"Пожалуйста, вы должны верить мне! Я говорю тебе правду! (Please, you need to believe me! I'm telling you the truth!)"

"Три. (Three.)"

BANG!

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Russia gasped as he sat up in bed, clutching his chest. His shallow, fast breathing slowed down and deepened as he looked around and slowly realized he was just in his room. He sighed in relief, but then groaned and shut his eyes as his head began to hurt.