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The Art of Breaking: Chapter 1 [RusPru]The cell was lit only by a single exposed bulb, which swung slowly although there was no movement of the air in the room. Prussia was walking around the sparse space in small circles. His mind was reeling. He had been captured by the Red Army, and Berlin had most likely fallen. From this windowless room, with its grim concrete walls, he had had no news of the outside world. It had been at least a couple days since he had been captured, but it was hard to say without a clock or any view of the sun. The hours all blended together and seemed to stretch on eternally.The Art of Breaking: Chapter 1 [RusPru] by sailorgreywolf
Prussia glanced down at his forearms, which were exposed because he was wearing nothing on his upper body but his undershirt. The skin was stained purple with deep bruising. If he had a mirror, he would probably see that there was similar bruising across one side of his face. He hadn't gone down without a fight and his body now bore the marks of it.
The sound of the latch on the other side of the door alerted Prussia to the fa