Ferrum™ Off Shoot Series: Petr's lamenting dream

YA vizhu tvoye litso. YA pomnyu. YA pomnyu..... (I feel everything when I dream. The restraints, that cold metal forced in my ass. The warm blood running down my leg. I just focused on you in my mind's eye. It was going to get me through it. You, Arpad, were. Then I was dragged out and I saw you, your face. You were kneeling, with a shotgun with bird shot was right in your face. It was all execution style. They brought us together, for me to watch them tear us apart. Yours eyes had much worry, but just worry for me, not for yourself. In that moment your eyes said "Forgive me, my lyubimyy Feodore." Then that trigger was pulled and your head was pushed back a bit. I couldn't see your face. But then, you started to pull your head back upright. You were alive but your eyes were not your own. You started to slowly bleed from almost everywhere and nowhere. As your head started to drop forward, I saw that you were bleeding from each bird shot wound. Like plato being squeezed through a pretend plato noodle maker. I was back in my cell, still being raped, blood still pouring down my legs, and absolutely no emotion.)....... YA ne zabyvayu. YA ne proshchayu. Dlya tekh politseyskikh, ya prikhozhu, dnem, i noch'yu.