Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sting ran its way across your face, and you faced the man who slapped you three times across the face, you not once breaking eye contact with him. He told you not to look at them with those cold eyes but that didn't stop you. You never broke eye contact with him, hoping he would somehow get the message. The man smirked at you and slapped you again, the force moved your head a bit but you still didn't break the stare. He grunted and slapped you again. Slap! Slap! Slap!
You didn't let your mouth move out of it's straight line, you didn't shift your eyes, and you didn't let the tears leak out of your face. You showed this man that you were strong, mentally, physically, and spiritually. You showed that he couldn't break you. "You bitch. You better start talking." he muttered and you smirked.
"No, hijo de puta." (no you bastard) you said in a cold voice, earning you another slap in the face. This man either understood Spanish or was just looking for a reason to hit a woman.
"Talk or I'll call my boss. And you don't want to meet him, you Spanish whore!" he screamed, and you grounded your teeth as another hit meet your cheek. You still held the eye contact.
"Su jefe le puede besar mi culo." (your boss can kiss my ass) you said strongly. Slap! Slap! Slap! You still sighed as the final slap was given. There was a knock on the steel door of the steel, black cell that held you. The man let go of the seat you were tied to and walked over.
"Password?" he called out, and pressing his ear to the door.
"Voy a matar tu familia, pero primero viy a matar usted." (I'm going to kill you family, but first I'm going to kill you) came a dark voice, that sent shivers down your back. You knew this voice, you knew the owner, but you had never heard the voice sound so dark, you were used to kindness and laughter. The man grunted and grabbed for his gun.
"tiene un arma, potro." (he has a gun, stallion) you cried out and the man yelled at you to shut up. You tried standing up, but couldn't. The door was pushed open and there stood Antonio in all his glory. Without wasting a second he shot the man in both his legs and arms. The man fell back and Lovino along with Francis went to tie him to another chair.
"Amor!" Antonio cried and rushed to you. You smiled at him, staring into his forest green eyes, happy to the anger gone from them, "Does he no anything?" he whispered into your ear as he hugged you.
"No, he believes I don't understand English. His boss is planning to attack Spain in three days, with four million men in the fronts." you answered as he untied you. Finally free of your restrains you hugged him, "You took longer then you promised." you whispered and Antonio laughed before kissing you, sweetly. Smiling you released your hold on him and turned to the guy that had beaten you for the last seven days. "Thank you for all the information you gave me." you muttered before grabbed Antonio's gun and shooting him in the head.
Quickly you and the others ran out yelling, "Viva Espana!"