たいへん だ な。。。

I told Noemi-chan what I really had planned for The Price yesterday, and afterward, she kept on spamming the chatbox with 32-font size exclamations of "NOOOOOO!!!" and "Poor Russia and China!!!" and ultimately "Ivan's gonna hunt you down with his faucet pipe!"

And I kinda felt bad... I mean maybe I shouldn't have posted that on FFNet. OTL Cause it's basically just a sick, sick image from a mind that lacked sleep.
I wrote it 'cause I wanted to see Ivan and Yao being tortured. It's gonna have a good ending sure... but originally it's not very pleasant...
I might make a different version though... something with the torture edited out or toned down... or maybe change the story altogether.

If anyone wants to see what I mean when I said 'torture', here's a little peek of a future scene.

Spoilers and uhm... dark themes?

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Ivan struggled to breathe, the blood in his nose and the bullet lodged in his gut not making it any easier.

A gun was held to his head as he was instructed to 'watch closely' how they violated his lover.
"Take it all in," the leader told him.

They had thrown Yao atop a level of wooden crates. Bringing out what looked like a swiss knife, two of them started tearing his clothes.

Ivan's head drooped a bit as he focused on trying to loosen the binds on his hands again without attracting too much attention.
It seems like they tied the ropes much, much tighter than the first time though, since Ivan could barely feel the blood flowing from his wrists to his fingers.
They were numb, cold and clammy. He cursed inwardly for the nth time that night.

"Are you watching Braginski?!" the voice behind him boomed, fingers raking at his scalp, pulling his head up by his hair. He held back a yelp of pain and it came out as a low grunt.

"Keep your eyes open and keep them on your boyfriend."
The cold steel of the gun's muzzle pressed harder against the side of his head.

He didn't want to see but he looked... glared.
He was glaring so hard his eyes felt like they were burning.

They had completely torn Yao's shirt and pants off now, tossing it on the floor and not even noticing as it got treaded on.

Yao tried to kick and struggle, but his hands were tied the same way Ivan's was and it was pinned down over his head by one of the men. The guy positioned between Yao's legs started to unzip his pants while the third accomplice traced the contours of Yao's body with the knife.

Three... against a drugged and weakened man.

The guy in the middle looked like he was going to get first dibs. He licked his index and middle finger, coating them with saliva before he fingered Yao.
Ivan flinched when the invasion started.
The struggling threatened to persist again as Yao cried sharply, and although he probably didn't have enough energy to fend off all three of them, two of the men made sure Yao stayed down just the same.

"You're useless. You can't even save him!" the gang leader laughed maniacally. "Maybe you should just enjoy the show before you die..."

Yao's lips were bleeding and the blood dripped down his chin now. He had been biting down on them in the effort to hold in his reactions since it seemed to entice his attackers more.

Yao's muffled moans were barely audible amidst the noise of the men's grunting and ocassional laughter, but it was all Ivan heard...

Different from the moans he made when Ivan touched him, these were repressed cries of pain.

It was deafening and it hurt him more than his injuries...

"Think of it this way Braginski," the mocking continued, "I'm sure he's thinking of you right now as he's being fucked."

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Uhm... yeah... that goes on but I can't bear to show the rest.
He ultimately kills all of them though! I love that part where he murders the rapists. Lots of blood and tearing flesh, a massacre and reveeeenngggeee...

Well, I dunno if that will go in the story anymore... but admittedly, that was the only reason I started the fic.

I'll probably just keep that for my own sick amusement. Then I'll make a more wholesome version yay! *gets stoned to death*

It's kinda weird to be writing something really cheesy (TYiaW) and something really sick (TP) at the same time.

No wait... make that--- It's kinda weird for me to be writing AT ALL. OTL

BTW, here's something I drew that is somehow in relation to the story (?). I think it may be around the part where the tea-shop owner finally falls for the businessman and they finally sleep together.

Okay... I'll make it a sweet story instead of a torture one.