(Warning: This chapter depicts scenes of heavy torture, viewer discretion is highly advised.)

Mandara was running through the hallways of the base he was being held in, he had just escaped from his cell and was trying to find his way out.  There was yelling coming from behind him as several guards were racing to catch him.  He was able to escape because for the seven months he had been a prisoner, he for the most part behaved himself and hadn't tried to escape before.  This prompted most of the soldiers to let their guard down and not be as careful with security, giving the country a chance to escape.

'Shit!  This was a horrible idea!'  Mandara was thinking as gunshots rang out behind him, but he just kept running.  After what seemed like an eternity, he finally located the front door of the base and burst through it.  He couldn't believe it, he actually escaped, he just needed to get away from the guards and he was home free!  Mandara looked back at the front door, the guards hadn't made it out yet, this was his chance.  The Mandarian unfurled his wings and took off, but after a few flaps, he fell flat on his stomach.  

"Damn it Mandara, you idiot!" He cursed himself, he was so excited to be free, that he completely forgot that his wings had been clipped.

Shouting rang out as the guards barreled out the door towards him, so he quickly jumped up and started running again.  The guards started shooting and Mandara bobbed and weaved to avoid the bullets, but he suddenly felt someone kick him in the back, knocking him back down.  He tried to rapidly stand up but the person jumped on top of him to keep him on the ground.  As he struggled a familiar voice yelled at him,  "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING MANDARA!!!"

Mandara stopped squirming and looked behind him surprised, "Kazakhstan?!"

"Mandara, you don't realize what you've just done, папа is going to kill you!!" Kaz exclaimed, his eyes glowing brightly.  The look on the teen's face was so full of fear and worry that Mandara was actually wondering if he was serious.

"Хороший улов Казахстан." (Nice catch Kazakhstan) Someone said, bringing both countries to attention.  Kazakhstan waved to the approaching guards, signaling that he had things under control.  Three guards grabbed onto Mandara as Kaz got off, lifted him, and placed him into handcuffs.  

Once he was cuffed, he was brought back inside and immediately taken to an actual jail cell.  Inside was dark, with just a small window providing light, and there was an oddly placed pole running from the ceiling to the floor near the back wall.  The guards uncuffed Mandara but didn't let go of him, instead, they led him to the pole and re-cuffed his hands behind it.

"So, when are we beginning, huh?" Mandara sarcastically asked, he was referring to the torture that Ussr was going to give him, but no one answered.  Once the guards left the cell, Mandara shifted uncomfortably with the cuffs for a bit, then closed his eyes and lifted his head towards the ceiling.

"I'm so sorry Thunder, I failed you," he said out loud, "please forgive me for what is going to happen to us."  Mandara knew that he was about to be put through a lot of pain soon, and when a country gets hurt, that country's entity will also feel that pain but to a lesser extent.  After a minute he opened his eyes and waited for Ussr to arrive.

Several minutes later, Mandara heard talking from behind the cell door.  Fully knowing who it was, he straightened up as best he could and calmly waited.  He didn't even move when the door literally burst open and Ussr thundered in, he just kept his calm emotionless expression, telling Ussr that he was not afraid of what's to come.  However, his stouthearted stance was instantly shattered when Ussr whipped out a knife and brought it down across the country's right eye.

"Ты ублюдок, у меня уже есть проблемы, и мне не нужно, чтобы ты их добавлял!" (You motherfucker, I already have enough problems as it is, I don't need you adding to them)  Ussr shouted, his eye was glowing brighter than the sun.

Mandara looked back at Ussr, blood running down his cheek from the deep wound that held his eye shut, but he didn't cry or plead, he just said "whatever Soviet, let's just get this over with."

Ussr looked at him confused, usually, Mandara would cower in fear whenever Ussr would beat him, but this time he barely even flinched.

"Why aren't you cowering Mandara?" he angrily asked, to which Mandara replied, "You have been torturing me for seven months now, I have no reason to be afraid anymore, you commie bitch."

This angered Ussr even further, he tortured Mandara because he enjoyed seeing him in pain, and he took pleasure hearing his pleas for mercy, it wouldn't be fun if the country wasn't scared.  So Ussr took a step back and put a hand to his chin.  He looked Mandara up and down, trying to think of a new way to hurt him, then his eye landed on his prisoner's wings.  

With a diabolical smile, he called for his guards to come into the cell.  Mandara watched as they talked for a minute, then one of the guards handed Ussr their rifle and Mandara instantly felt his heart skip a beat.  But before he could ask questions, the two guards each grabbed hold of a wing and forcefully spread them out as Ussr drew closer, holding the rifle backward.

Mandara caught on quickly and begun to flap his wings to get them free,  "NO, NO USSR, PLEASE NO!!!" 

Ussr chuckled, now this was much better, Mandara begging for his life was a sight for sore eyes.  After listening to the Mandarian's desperate pleas for a bit, Ussr finally brought the butt of the gun down onto Mandara's right-wing with a sickening crunch.  Mandara screamed so loud that the two guards released his wings to covered their ears.  Once his wings were free, Mandara instinctively held his working wing close to him, but the other fell limply to the ground, sending another wave of pain throughout his body.

Before Mandara's brain could process what the fuck just happened, his left-wing was grabbed and forced open again.  He tried his hardest to pull away, but with the pain he was in and both guards now holding his wing, he just couldn't do it.  As Ussr raised the gun, Mandara closed his good eye and braced himself.  The gun came down and crushed the bone instantly, but this time the country didn't utter a sound, the pain stealing away his voice.  He opened his eye as tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood from his first wound.  He watched as Ussr handed the gun back to the soldier and took a step back to admire his handy work

Mandara looked down at his wings, they both were bent at an odd angle and blood began to flow from the wounds.  He tried to move them only to cry out in pain when he did, which made Ussr laugh.

"What's wrong my Songbird, can't move your wings?" Ussr sneered, "maybe next time you'll think twice before trying to escape."

Mandara shot him a venomous glare, "Burn in fucking hell Soviet!  It doesn't matter if my wings are broken, it won't stop me from trying to get out of here, and neither will it stop Thunder from trying to rescue me."

Ussr was surprised, even with two broken wings and a sliced eye, Mandara was still acting stoic.

"Your mental fortitude is impressive Songbird," Ussr admitted, he walked closer to Mandara until he was right up in his face. "But I'm afraid it's starting to cause problems." Ussr then abruptly grabbed a hold of Mandara's throat.

Mandara let out a startled yelp but was quickly silenced by Ussr tightening his grip.  Mandara fought against Ussr, pulling at the cuffs that bound him and attempting to kick the soviet away, but Ussr held firm and kept choking Mandara until his airway was completely cut off.  As Mandara frantically gasped for air, Ussr leaned in close, almost to the point of their foreheads touching.

"I am going to break you Mandara," he whispered coldly, "and when I'm done with you, you're going to wish you were never born."

Mandara's eye glowed in fear at that statement but dimmed as his vision started to get darker. 

'So this is how it ends,' Mandara was thinking as he stopped fighting, 'I am going to die by the hand of my enemy, and my brother will never see me again.'  Mandara had gone a full minute and a half without air and he could feel himself slowly dying, his heart was slowing down and his body felt cold.  He stared at the monster that was killing him and saw nothing but an evil delight in his eye, the sick bastard was enjoying every bit of this.

Just as Mandara closed his eye and prepared himself for death, he felt the grip on his throat release and he slid to the ground.  Mandara instinctively tried to take a breath, but his windpipe felt like it had been crushed and he found it difficult to get any oxygen back into his burning lungs.  As Mandara was trying to catching his breath, Ussr stepped out of the cell only to return seconds later holding a key.  Mandara followed his movements, tensing up when the communist stepped behind him but instead of hurting him further, Ussr unlocked the handcuffs that bound him to the pole.

"W-what ... are you ... doing?" Mandara rasped weakly, he didn't know how he said that since he was still struggling to take a deep breath.

"Uncuffing you идиот" Ussr responded, "or would you rather sleep on the pole?"  Mandara didn't answer, but Ussr continued, "well, hope you like it here because this is where you're staying from now on, or at least until we break you."

Mandara blinked at that statement, he was literally at death's doorstep milliseconds ago, he already felt broken.

The country watched as Ussr headed to the cell door again but before he left, he looked over his shoulder with a malicious smile and said, "get some rest now my Songbird, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

After Ussr left, Mandara just sat unmoving on the floor for several minutes, still breathing unevenly.  He could barely think straight, his mind foggy from pain and lack of oxygen, but he definitely knew that he was afraid.  Afraid of what would happen to him, afraid of what Ussr was planning, afraid of how he is going to survive.  But most of all, he was afraid that he was never getting out of this cursed place, that he would never go home, and that he would never see his brother again.  Mandara let out a labored sigh as he lost all hope of freedom, then closed his eye and tried to get some rest, like Ussr told him to.