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Started October 20, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arther managed a small smile at his memory. He always did that, ending up falling asleep after a bit, this time was no different. His head in his arms hunched over his desk.

(so how do we want them to meet?)

James kept singing for a while, and then a guard slammed a hand on the cell. "Halt die Klappe, englisches Schwein!" The guard snarled. James broke off. "Arschloch!" He snapped in reply.

(Hmm I'm really not sure lol)

Arther was fast asleep by then but rudely awoken from his criminally light sleep by the night guard. He jerked up and wildly whipped his head around, sighing once he realized no one was there. He leaned back into his chair, covering his eyes with his hands. He hated how dedicated to war and violence everyone was. 'Win the war by any cost' 'I don't care if it's inhumane, they don't deserve to live anyway' 'Man up, Arther, this is for the greater good'. He didn't believe any of that, but he definitely convinced people that he did.

(lol hmm…what exactly would be his job with the prisoners? Would he oversee interrogations in any way?)

The guard snarled something at James, then spat at him through the bars of the cell, then continued walking. "Bloody fritz bastards." James muttered, curling up on the hard cot that was his bed, the thin blanket wrapped tightly around his shaking shoulders. It was so cold. So cold. He couldn't find it in him to sing again. If he did, he might start to cry.

(That would work!)

Arther once again placed his head on the desk with his eyes closed. Not much later he fell asleep. This was common, he almost never slept in a bed anymore.

(alright! Wanna timeskip to an interrogation, then?)

James closed his eyes, curling up in a ball on the hard cot. He had to try and get some sleep before tomorrow. Before the next interrogation where they would wring screams from his dry throat, and blood would run down his body.

(Yeah, I'll do that!)

Arther awoke to the ringing and banging of the guards waking up the prisoners. He jerked up and tiredly rubbed his eyes. He pushed himself out of the chair, running his fingers through his hair a couple of times before walking out of the door. He watched as the prisoners lined up for roll call. He shivered in the cold, just imagine how cold it was for the POWs. He shook his head and made his way to the interrogation rooms.

James shivered slightly as the guard awoke him. He had grown used to having constant goosebumps from the cold, grown used to shaking and shuddering and shivering as he tried desperately to warm himself up even a little. He took a deep breath, not resisting as he was led into one of the interrogation chambers, and he was tied down to a chair so he couldn't fight back, couldn't resist whatever they were planning to do to him today. He kept his chin lifted. "Bloody Jerries." he mumbled under his breath.

Arther walked into the room behind as other guards left the main on. He studied the man in the chair, he looked surprisingly pretty confident. Arther on the other hand wasn't ready. He waited for someone else to come into the main room so he could start. He was so glad he didn't have to do any of the real torturing or anything.

James's confidence was a façade. That was all. In reality, he was terrified of what they were about to do to him, but he wasn't about to let them know that. His eyes flicked to the man who had come in. "You're new." he said aloud, wondering if this German even understood English. He doubted it. A second German came in. This one he knew quite well. This was the German who knew exactly how to make him scream. He couldn't suppress the shudder that rippled through his body.

Arther opened his mouth to respond to the man but closed it once the other guy came inside. He stayed in the corner to oversee what was going on. He was slightly nervous for some reason. Although he tried to look less worried and nervous, putting on his blank face that he always had when out doing something.

(Where do you think the soulmate mark should be?)

The second German put gloves on, approaching James. "You have one chance to give up the information now, without any of what you know is coming." He said in heavily accented English.

James shook his head, clenching his jaw. "No." he replied, trying not to look afraid of what was coming.

(Hmm well, maybe somewhere where the dude is gonna do something to James and asks Arther to help him with it or something?? Idk)

Arther sighed as the man in the chair responded. He knew what this guy did to people so he knew exactly where this interrogation was going to go. It was just a matter of time.

(hmm alright lol)

The German shrugged, and began. He would torture James for a while, then stop and bark a question at him, giving the Englishman a few minutes to respond. James merely fastened his eyes to the ceiling, repeating his name, rank, and serial number, over and over and over and over. Ragged screams would tear their way out of his throat, but every time a question was asked, it was the same thing: name, rank, serial number. Then the German would apply another torture device, and the screaming would start again.

Arther couldn't bear this for much longer. He looked down the whole time, unable to watch. He contemplated going out to take a break. That's what he decided to do. Once the man finished torturing for a second, Arther stepped forward and got his attention. "Sir, may I take a break?" He asked in German.

The German looked up. His eyebrows twitched. "No. I need your help." he replied. James was staring at the ceiling, panting and blinking tears out of his eyes. There were tear tracks down his cheeks, and his whole body was quivering, muscles taut as he waited for the next round. He was still mumbling his name, rank, and serial number under his breath.

Arther froze. He glanced at the man, his gut wrenched finally seeing the condition he was in. He swallowed down an excuse and nodded. He slowly approached the two of them and looked at the German for further instructions.

"In case you don't understand English, his name is James Batten. He is English, captured two months ago." The German replied. "I need you to hold his arms. I'm going to undo the binds, but I need you to hold him down in case he fights." James blinked when he heard his name, but didn't otherwise respond, still mumbling his name, rank, and serial number and taking deep, shaky breaths. His throat was dry.

"I do understand English… but whatever…" Arther mumbled. He gulped before hesitantly placing his hands James' arms and holding them down. He nervously waited for the German to do whatever he was going to do.

James flinched at the contact, a soft whine escaping his throat as Arther put pressure on wounds on his arms. The German undid the binds on James's arms, and instructed Arther to lift the Englishman's arms up.

Arther winced as he heard the whine, he swallowed down a comment. There was no point in hesitating or slowing down, it would only cause James to stay in the room longer. He sighed and lifted the Englishman's arms.

James flinched, turning his eyes to the ceiling. He blinked away tears again, knowing what was coming. The German brought out a knife, and cut down the side of James's arm, jagged lines that wept blood. James let out a whine, then a moan, and it turned into a full on scream as the knife continued, tears slipping down his cheeks.

Arther jumped a little once the German started. He watched in horror as he continued. Instinctively, he dropped James' arms and hopped backward. His heart was racing, he gulped back a yelp once he saw the mass of blood dripping down the man's arms.

The German stopped, turning to Arther. "Why have you let go?" He demanded. James slumped, cradling his arms to his chest with a choked sound. He was mumbling his name, rank, and serial number again. As he blinked away tears, he discovered, to his horror, that the mark on his rifht arm…was glowing. Glowing, where…he turned to the other German, the one that had held his arms, eyes wide with horor.

Arther was staring at his hands, shock all over his face. His eyes were wide as he looked up to the Englishman then to the German. His hands were glowing just like the mark on James' arm. He nervously looked between the two of them stopping, after a bit, on the German. This wasn't going to be good for the Englishman or himself.