tomtord (with some plot)

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toms POV

w-what the hell... is that cheering? "Med dette våpenet vil vi vinne mange kriger!" i heard a voice being broadcasted on speakers. only one bastarrd has that cocky voice. the fucking commie. the cheers grew louder after his statement. "avvist!" the commie shouted. after that there was a loud collective stomp and a collective shout of probably hundreds of men. i must be in his base... i tried to move. no use. the drug is still in affect. looking around i realized that im in a cell. of corse he threw me in a cell. "oh youre awake" the voice sounds familiar. its the nice guy from the car. he was standing infront of my cell "it seems like red leader over dosed you with the drug. can you move your head?" i was barely able to nod my head. im still tied up. but now i feel something around my neck... i swear if he put a dog collar on me he's dead "ah good. it looks like its wearing off" he gave a soft smile. i cant tell if he's actually on my side or just following that bastards orders. i heard heavy foot steps coming closer from down the hall "well?" it's him. he's using that cold commanding tone of voice again. "he's awake sir but he can't really move yet, im not sure about being able to speak" that soft tone was gone, he replied in an equally serious tone. the commie walked toward the cell and glared down at me "well? can you talk?" he's treating me like a dog. im not even going to try to talk. i just narrowed my eyes at him. "stupid mutt... SPEAK!" he went from muttering to a loud shout. im scared... again... i struggled to even open my mouth. the whole time i tried to force myself to talk the commie glared down at me. "co-mmie bas-tard"  i prepared myself but nothing happened? "you two are dismissed. i'll deal with him on my own" his two little side kicks soluted and left.  "speak again. but i advise you not to say those words again if you know whats good for you" he was keeping his cool? he sounds pissed as hell but he's not losing his shit? goddamn borderline personality commie. i cant tell with him anymore. "ok. if you want some-thing else then h-hows traitor for you" his eye twitched. im immediately full of regret "wrong choice" i heard a faint click noise? an immense pain instantly went through my neck. bastard put a fucking shock collar on me! "if you continue to act like a dog i'll continue to treat you like a dog. the choise is yours" his tone changed to the tone he would always talk to me and the others with. a happy and carefree tone that makes you wanna punch him in the face  "old friend" with that he turned off the collar and walked off. my eyes began to tear up as soon as he left. i bit my lower lip to stop my self from crying. it's no use. just like all my other efforts... i closed my eyes to try to force myself to go back to sleep. 

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i'll do tords POV in a different chapter 

also i used google translate cuz i dont know norwegian