Torture Chamber 3 [Prussia X Reader]

It's been a while, I know... A few weeks, I think... I was too tired, an I'm sorry. Anyway, Gilbert didn't get to bring me anything today to eat, and I suspect they took him. I couldn't hear his voice talking outside the door. It was a different voice--one deeper than his. I haven't been able to move much, so, I'm sorry if my handwriting is in scribbles from time to time. I don't have any events other than the usual to tell to you, so I've decided to tell you something different. Well, the last thing that happened to me before I was brought here, was my sixteenth birthday. I remember my father couldn't be home, because he was working, as was my mother. My sister was at a relative's home, and I was home with my uncle. He had come to give me a gift. And to spend some time with  me, since we didn't see each other often. He knows my love for both food and art, so he got me a charm bracelet. It had a few different pasta charms, as well as a paintbrush and canvas charm. He had told me that there was some conflict between our government and the German government, and that we should be worried, but he didn't think they'd bother me, since we lived in a small,. mostly unpopulated, area. He was wrong. The day we were taken was as if the gates of hell had opened up, and there was no running away. It was either fight and die honorably, or be taken. I was among those who were taken. Here, let me tell you.

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"Sorella get downstairs!!" I yell to my sister. She never wants to come down for at least two days after coming home from Grandpa. "No!! I'm staying up here!!" she said, and her cat mewed loudly to be let out. "Do it, before I have to go get mother like the last five times you've done this!! You know there are chores to be done and you can't just sit up there like a... A... A boy!!" I say, and smirk a little. "Don't you dare say that!!" she screamed and ran downstairs. She was the girliest girl in all of Italy. As soon as I saw her, I picked up the broom in my hand. "You really want to go there?" I said, glaring at her. "No. Just stop calling me a boy!!" she disapproved of the thought that she might have been a boy, and was quite the little brat when it came to that. "Okay, fratello help me clean up before father comes home." I say, continuing to sweep. "Fine." she said, going off to clean the rest of the house, while I cleaned the kitchen.

"Girls... Go. Now. Get as far as you can... Ti amo. Both of you. Now, go!!" our father ran into the small house we had and pushed us toward the door. "But, father!! What's going on?!" I argued, the broom still in my hand, and my bracelet almost falling. "You know your uncle, my brother, said that there were problems between our government and the German government? Well, they're attacing our little part of Italy right now. And you have to get out of here before they can get to you." he said quickly. "Okay, we'll go. Ti amo troppo, father." I grabbed my sister, and forced her to run. I could see them coming--The German soldiers. They were faster than anticipated.

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That's all I have the energy to tell you today... Torture in here hasn't been much different, like I said, and I'm sure I'll get to telling you about that soon. Good night for now, I think I hear someone coming...

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