Ok, so this is based off a dream I had forever ago.

Throughout the story, there will be gore, violence, smut, Mafias (?), angst, coarse language, probably a lot of spelling/grammar mistakes since it's unbeta'd and whatever else I decide to put in it.

Enjoy. :)

"Hey, bruder, I'll be back in a little while so don't get your panties in a twist, 'kay?" I shouted from the door as Ludwig gave a disgruntled response from his spot in the kitchen. Taking that as an "okay" I stepped into the crisp night air, shutting the front door behind me.

It was around 11 PM and I had arranged to meet my buddies, Francis and Antonio at a near-by bar for a rowdy guys-night-out. It had been about two weeks since I had last seen the guys. They were always so "busy" that they had no time to spend with the awesome me. "Tch. I personally don't see how they survived with the lack of awesomeness in their lives." I grumbled as I made my way down the street, the lamp posts illuminating my every step.

The walk to the bar was pretty straightforward, with the exception of a turn here and there, and the area was usually heavily populated, especially this early in the night. But tonight was different – there didn't seem to be anybody on the streets. If I wasn't as awesome as I am, I would have started worrying – but worrying is for pussies and women, not for the awesome me.

I was only about two metres from the bar when a rough hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me back into a dark alleyway. As instincts kicked in, my arms began flailing as I thrashed about. When sharp metal came in contact with my neck, my body froze and my breath hitched.

"Move, and I'll slit your throat." a gruff voice spat into my ear, causing me to flinch, the cool blade pressing ever-so-slightly into my skin.

"What do you want..?" I winced as the blade pressed deeper.

"Gimme yer' money." the man said, the hand that was wrapped around my shoulder slowly began downwards, nearing my pants pocket. Struggling, I managed to reach my pocket before he did and pulled out my wallet, my fingers fumbling with the bills as I removed them from the leather. Instantly, the man snatched up the money and pressed the knife further into my throat.

"Hey-!" I hissed, wincing as I felt a small trickle of blood dripped from the incision.

"Quiet!" the man barked, pocketing the bills. In desperate attempts to remove his hand from my throat, I began clawing at the skin, causing the thug to smack me across the face with his free hand.

"You should really let the boy go." a man's voice called from within the shadows. My captor looked about frantically as he tried to drag me farther into the alley. "Are you really running away? That is not fun at all." the voice teased as a large man stepped out into the small cast of moonlight, illuminating his ash-blonde hair.

"S-stay back, or.. I'll kill him-!" The large man stepped closer, the shadow painted across his face made him appear more menacing. In his right hand was what appeared to be a rusted water faucet. The man holding me hostage must have noticed the weapon as well, because he began shaking like mad. I heard him gulp loudly as his hand pressed harder against my throat. I let out a small cry – the knife was almost piercing my wind pipe by this point.

"I'm warning you – stay back!" the man said again, this time his voice was riddled with doubt. I watched as the large man began to roll his head to the side.

"You wanna play it rough, huh?" He asked, propping the pipe on his exposed shoulder, "Fine, I'll play your game, but you're going to have to deal with losing." The man chuckled quietly as he lowered the faucet. My captor removed the blade from my throat, replacing it with his grimy arm and settled with pointing the projectile at the mysterious man in front of us, instead. His breath was shaky as he took small steps backwards, pulling me along with him. The man took a small step forward and within a blink of the eye, he swung his pipe, ultimately knocking the knife out of my captors hand with bone-crunching force. The man let out a loud yelp of pain before releasing his grip on me. Taking his moment of shock to my advantage, I slipped away from the man and began running back towards the street as a pain-filled shriek echoed through the air. Panicking, I ran faster towards the exit, my vision blurring slightly as blood trickled down my neck, soaking the collar of my dark blue shirt. Once I was back on the main road, I halted to a stop and leaned against the brick wall to catch my breath."What the fuck just happened?" my head screamed as I replayed the recent events in my mind. With a sigh, I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the pavement, my knees tucked into my chest as loud footsteps could be heard exiting the alley to my right. Large boots stopped by my side and I looked up to see amethyst eyes looking down at me. The man knelt down beside me, staring at the gash across my throat before reaching out to grab my chin, only to have me swat his hand away.

"Is that any way to treat the man that saved your life?" the man mused, smirking at me as I glared in his general direction. This time when he grabbed my chin, I didn't react, instead I allowed him to lift my jaw in order to thoroughly inspect my injury. After a few moments, he retracted his hand and stood. "It's not too deep. It should heal within a week or two, but I suggest getting it cleaned to stop from obtaining an infection. That knife of his was not exactly new." the man said, looking me over before extending a hand. "If you'd like, I could help you."

After thinking it over for a moment, I reluctantly took his hand and allowed him to pull me back to my feet. He had just saved my life so what harm could he be? Once I was stable, we began to make our way down the street when we reached a black stretched limo with a chauffeur waiting by the door.

"Is this your car..?" I wheezed, completely awestruck at the beauty of the vehicle in front of me.

"Of course." the man stated simply as he helped me into the back seat. Without even having to indicate to the driver where it was the man wanted to go, he shut the door behind us and made his way to the driver's seat before taking off down the street.

"I'm just curious.." the man looked at me with a undecipherable gleam in his eye, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat. "but uh, what was a rich guy like you doin' roaming around an alley?" I noticed a small smirk play at his lips as he leaned back in his seat, reaching for what appeared to be a cloth.

"Don't worry about it." he stated playfully. Before I knew it, he had the cloth pressed against my mouth as I struggled for freedom. Inhaling deeply, my vision became blurry. The last thing I saw was the man smiling down at me before it all faded to black.

::: O :::

Light flooded into my eyes as I began to regain consciousness, my head throbbing loudly in my ears as I struggled to recall what had happened. The last thing I could remember was meeting a strange man in an alley, only to have him save my life – but that didn't explain where I was.

Slowly, I began to look around the room – the walls as well as the floor were composed of what appeared to be rusted metal caked in a layer of dirt. There was no windows, only a small light bulb hanging above my head. To my right stood a small table with rather sharp looking objects placed on it as well as a wooden chair with wrist and ankle cuffs. Panicking, I tried to stand up only to realize that my hands were chained to the wall I had been leaning against. "Scheiße! What the fuck is going on?"

I was pulled from my frantic thoughts as the thick iron door to my left screeched open, revealing the man from before. He was dressed in a thick, tanned trench coat that reached past his knees, dark green pants, large black army boots as well as a off-white scarf wrapped around his neck. As he moved closer, I pulled against my restrains while glaring holes at the man.

"I see you've finally decided to wake up." The man mused as he smirked at me. "Now you get to experience all the fun~" hidden behind his Russian accent was something pure evil, his voice was laced with malice and amusement in one which made my stomach churn. He bent down in front of me, taking my face in his hands as he made me look him in the eye. He opened his mouth to speak but before he had the chance, I spat square in his face. He narrowed his eyes before letting out a loud growl. After wiping my saliva from his pale skin, he smacked me across the face. The hit was strong enough to have sent me sprawled out on the cold floor if it had not been for the shackles around my wrists.

"So you think you're tough, hm?" He growled, looming over my figure. Before I had time to give my rebuttal, his boot came in contact with my rib cage, causing me to gasp in pain as a fire spread through my chest. I sat gasping for breath as he smiled down at me. "Not so tough now, are you~?" Unable to reply properly, I settled for glaring at the man.

"W-what do you want from me?" I managed, wincing at the pain. The man chuckled as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "What the f-fuck is so funny?" I hissed.

"You're quite the rare specimen, you know? I could get a lot of money for trafficking your body." he smirked as I gulped. He wants to sell my body..?

"So what, you want me to be your stupid little prostitute, or something?"

"No exactly." He mused, rolling his head to the side as he crossed his arms.

"Then what-?" I stopped, suddenly realizing what he actually meant. "You mean you're going to..."

"Sell your various body parts?" He inquired. I nodded slowly, which only made his stupid smirk grow larger. "That is exactly it. Maybe you're not as stupid as you appear to be." Chuckling, he made his way towards the table with torture devices sprawled across the surface, running a hand over the various weapons before picking one up and inspecting it. Once he seemed to have approved of his weapon of choice, he stood in front of me once more.

"So tell me," he began, crouching in front of me. "what is your name~?" he asked as he dragged a sharp blade across my bruised chest causing me to hiss in pain. "That is not the correct answer." he mused, sliding the blade from my collar bone to my left nipple.

"Gi—AH!" I gasped as he prodded the nub with the blade.

"I'm sorry, what was that~?" he chuckled, circling what felt like a knife around the sensitive skin.

"G-Gilbert-!" The Russian leaned in closer, his breath dusting my ear as he whispered huskily,

"Well Gilbert, I'll have fun tearing you limb from limb~"

Ienjoytorturingcharacters. /shotshotstabbed

Translation -

German:

Scheiße - Shit