The strong stench of gasoline was enough to make him vomit up his lunch, shuddering as he struggled to move away from the mess he had made on the ground, the ropes binding his arms behind his back creaking softly, biting further into his quickly bruising skin. His right eye was swollen shut, blood drying just above his eyebrow. Every time he breathed he could feel one of his ribs shifting, having been broken by a powerful boot stomping down on it violently over and over again.
Ludwig knew that something bad was about to happen when he was left alone, his body aching and bleeding. When his boss returned the next day with some of his followers
It happened while he was in the middle of giving Feliciano another stern talking to about taking naps when he was supposed to be doing drills with everyone else. Ludwig was in the middle of a sentence when he suddenly stopped, his face becoming deathly pale as he stared just above Feliciano's head, his blue eyes unfocused as they slowly started to cross and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
"Ludwig?!" The blonde's body began to convulse violently on the ground and the small Italian whimpered, having never seen Ludwig like this before! "Ludwig, what are you doing?! I'm sorry for taking a nap! I'll never take any m