Bound Servitude: Beilschmidts Part Eight

WARNING: DARK IMAGRY


A Chinese man came in while (Name) was curled up on the bare bed sobbing, over having been captured. Her Masters had told her not to, she had disobeyed. It was horrible, she felt sick, she felt like she was…a failure. China looked into the cell at her, it was odd, she hadn’t shown any emotion until now, what was wrong, what had caused this. When he stepped into the light, she stopped. She looked at him with a dark look, she blamed them consciously, subconsciously her condition caused her to blame herself.

“We need to talk about your employers.” He said.

“I am not a paid servant.” She said.

“Are you a slave?” he asked.

“No.” she said insulted.

“Then why are you not paid?” he asked.

She stood up and made her way to the bars, “I owe them my life…they saved me from death…making sure they are taken care of is the only way I can repay them…their happiness is my only payment…and it is all I need.” She said in a matter of fact tone.

China stared at the young woman, her pure acceptance of serving for no payment, though she was not enslaved…there were no marks that suggested that she was. He had an idea of what was going on…but he merely backed away. If she knew what was going on Russia could get it out of her.

(Name) went back to the bed and when the realization that she would not be going home any time soon took hold she felt sick to her stomach. She gripped her stomach and held a hand to her mouth. She got up and went to the corner where a toilet seemed to be and vomited what little was in her stomach up. She cried and vomited again. She stood after she had nothing in her stomach and went back to the bed and sat down. She began to cry again. She was a failure as a servant…she would surly die for this…all she could do was get back and try and fix this.

She didn’t know that the entire time all the allies were watching this. They had no idea what was the matter with her. She didn’t cry or make any gesture that she was upset about capture until they had left. Was this her plan? Was this the German’s plan with her? What made her serve them? China had an idea about it as did England, but they weren’t going to speak about it until they were sure.

The Russian walked in there next and approached the bars. (Name) looked up with a blank expression as he unlocked the door to her cell. And for the first time she was afraid.


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“Do you think that was really a good idea, aru?” China asked the other Allies.

“I don’t know, dude, but if anyone can get her to talk it’s that guy.” America responded as the munched on some fries.

The Brit and the Chinese man shared a look while the Frenchman just brooded thinking about what (Name) had said to him. They all knew what Russia would do to the girl…if that didn’t make her talk then nothing could. But they were sure that this would convince her. She was tough but Russia could break anyone. America didn’t like having to do this…cooperate with Russia and let him torture the girl, but she was the key.

“What if this doesn’t work, git?” England asked him.

“What do you mean what if this doesn’t work, dude?” America responded with an shocked tone.

“He means what if she doesn’t know anything at all that would benefit us and we just let Russia alone in there with her, aru?!” China said.

France shuddered and covered his ears, it was well known that he and Prussia knew one another and were good friends. He hated that he had to fight him and now he had betrayed his friend…by taking this girl…her words had cut deep…so deep…

“Collateral damage of war.” America said sadly, “We have to take that chance.”

China and England sighed…it was true. France knew it as well…but he hated to admit it.


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About an hour later Russia returned from the stall a shocked look on his face as he sat down. The others crowded around him. He had done horrible things…her wrist might even be broken from how hard he had gripped it…but…

“She said she knows nothing…” Russia said the words sitting sour on his tongue, “I believe her…”

“What?!” the three Allies who had been talking earlier exclaimed.

“If she knew something…she would have said so…” France said, “No one can be trained to withstand his interrogation techniques…especially not a mere maid.”

The others nodded.

“Ransom her off for information?” America glumly suggested.

All but the blond Frenchman nodded.

“Let her go.” France said, “She’s already suffered enough.”

No one paid his suggestion any mind.


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It was midnight when (Name) heard footsteps once more. She looked up from where she lay naked and bleeding on the bed. Her wrist hurt badly, but she didn’t move…she couldn’t even bring herself to try and hide her body when a light flashed on outside of the cell. There was a clinking sound as the door was unlocked. (Name) looked over and felt a slight sense of relief when she saw that it was not the Russian.

“It’s just me.” Came the Frenchman’s voice as he made his way over to her.

“What do you want?” (Name) said in her dead, dry voice.

“Just to clean your wounds.” He said and sat on the side of the bed, “You should get dressed.”

“What does it matter?” she asked in a dejected tone.

France helped her sit up and murmured, “It matters a lot…” his voice got lower, “If you’re going to escape.”

(Name) looked at him in shock. Did he really just say that.

“Is anything broken?” he asked in a more formal tone.

“M…my wrist might be…” she said presenting her left arm and swollen wrist.

He began to wrap her wrist before sticking in a key and a train ticket, it would
get her all the way to Berlin and he even handed her some money for a cab under her sheets. He finished wrapping her wrist up.

“There you go.” He said and began to dab her bleeding wounds with a cotton ball covered in alcohol, “I’ll be on guard duty from two until three…” he said in a tone that may as well have not existed it was so quiet.

She nodded and sniffled. Was he trying to make amends with Prussia for this? He seemed to sense her thoughts.

“All is fair in war.” He said, “He knows this, he will forgive me.”

“How do you know after what was done to me?” she said her tone going hard and emotionless once more.

“Look…I know war.” He said, “I know what it does as does he.”

“It doesn’t matter…anyway…whether I get back ever or not…” she said, “I disobeyed orders…”

She looked down and France just stared at her, she couldn’t prevent this, why did she think she disobeyed? It wasn’t her fault.

“You were incapacitated and ill…no chance of escape or defense.” He said.

“I was told not to get captured…and I did…I disobeyed orders…I’m a failure of a servant…” she didn’t speak after that and Francis left just giving her a look, she didn’t know if it was sympathetic of pitying.