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You’ve been waiting and watching for weeks to strike, observing his routine wishing for the perfect time to come. You just can’t wait to get this over with and go back home.

Home you think to yourself. Will you be going back or will you suffer the same fate as everyone once did before you? Can you actually pull this off? No one could do it before you, you’re nothing special.

You begin to Shake your head gently , taking a deep breath in and slowly exhaling trying to get these atrocious thoughts out of your head.

You got here early to prepare, but it still doesn’t feel like enough . It feels like you’ve been waiting for hour no.. days in this spot fucking spot. Almost like time is at a standstill.

He’ll be alone today, reminding yourself, making his way to his office to do some paper work. Hiding with your back up against the wall, when he is almost past the corner you can catch him by surprise. You think gripping and readjusting the knife between your sweaty hand trying to stay calm.

You’ve done this before, but this time was different. This time you were trying to take out Zeke Yeager himself. Something no one has successfully done, everyone sent to kill him hasn’t came back yet. Well not in one piece anyways, Zeke would send back fingers and hands and much more. He likes to torture us, taunt us, laugh at us. It makes your blood boil.

Wanting so bad to bring a win for the Eldian people for once and justice for all the people he’s killed. Suddenly you begin to think about Jean, your best friend and what he had to go through before his death finally came. Your stomach starting to turn.

Jean had come to this island and never came back. Before he left he promised he would come back to you. Wanting to believe him so bad, but you’ve had this feeling in your gut ever since they assigned him to this mission. You wanted to go with him, but they wouldn’t let you. “ one man mission ” they said, “we can’t be wasting more people than we have to. ”You didn’t want to listen to them, but Jean talked you out of whatever crazy plan you had. He knew you would get in trouble if you tried  coming with him. They were sending him to his death, he knew it and so did you.

Before leaving you guys hugged each other for the last time, you didn’t want to let him go but you knew you had to. He needed to fulfill his duty as a solder.

He pushed you back slightly looking at you one last time gripping both of your shoulders tightly and said “ I love you and I will come back .”

Looking back at him you saw the sorrow and dread in his eyes. “ I love you forever and always. ” Throat burning trying to push back all tears building up in your eyes.

“Forever and always ” he repeated back to you with a comforting voice.

Jean slowly loosened his grip from your shoulders. Grabbing where he once did, missing him already, knowing this is the last time you may see him again. Then he turns away from you. That was the last time you saw him.

You hear foot steps approaching your heart beating faster and faster. The time has finally come to make your move. You see his large shadow approaching. Holding the knife with your right hand you swing with all your strength aiming for the heart but you miss hitting his upper abdomen. Zeke grunts out in pain, you retract the knife and as you’re doing so he stumbles back a little, using his left hand to grab where you stabbed him. He looks up and you make direct eye contact with Zeke. 

Anger sets in on his face and he tries reaching for you with his right hand, But he’s hurt, to slow, you react quick moving you’re body to the right of him so it doesn’t connect.

When he misses he looses his balance, that gives you the opportunity to move behind him and you aim for his spine, hitting the right spot he drops not be able to move his legs anymore. As he falls he lands on his left arm underneath him making that arm useless but the other one free.

Standing over him you see him bringing the free hand up to his mouth so he can transform into the beast titan, knowing that you take your right foot slamming it down on his wrist so hard you heard it snap. He screams in pain.

With Zeke on the ground in between your legs you use your foot to drag his free hand away from his mouth.

“fuck ” Zeke yells in pain.

Cocking your head to the side, “Awe did that hurt?” You say in a mocking tone.

He turns his head to the side to try and look at us,“ You bitch I’ll kill y- “

“ Shut the fuck up and listen because I’m going to only ask you this once. Where’s Jean?” You said cutting him off.

Knowing he won’t tell you being the sadistic monster he is. It’s at least worth a shot before ending him once and for all. Wanting so bad to get revenge and kill Zeke for Jean’s grieving family and for you.

“Hmmm let’s see I kill a lot of people, you’ve gotta be more specific than that sweetie.”  He says sarcastically.

That makes you angrier so you step on his hand harder. He grunts in pain again. Knowing that you’re in control now makes you feel confident.

You crouch down almost sitting on his back with your foot still on his wrist, grabbing a fist full of his golden blond hair you pull his head up so his throat is exposed, you put the sharp blade on his neck, Zeke looks up at you and speaks in a hurry.

“There was this one guy. ” he trailed off.

The blade at his throat making a slight cut, blood dripping down his neck. You stop what you’re doing and listen.

Knowing he has your attention now he’s grins. “It was the last guy they sent about, two months ago right? Light hair, tan skin, brown eyes? Sound familiar?”

You pulled on his hair harder than you were before. 

“What did you do with him? Tell me! Now! You say in a cold tone.

He lets out a noise from the sharp tug on his head. “ Okay, okay calm down little one and I’ll tell you.”

You look down and see steam coming from his wounds you know you’re running out of time, he’s buying his time with you.

Zeke starts to talk again. “He screamed so loud when I was ripping his fingernails off one by- “

You begin to press down on his throat with blade to making a cutting motion and putting an end to Zeke Yeager once and for all.

Out of nowhere someone kicks you on your rib cage with the bottom of their foot. You feel a sharp pain along with a loud cracking noise , you yelp in pain as you go tumbling to the side

The sudden shock of it all you lose the knife in your hand. You try and stand up only to get punch on the side of your face, falling back to the hard ground.

A warm metallic taste starts to fill your mouth, some of it spills out onto your chin, his foot comes flying toward you again hitting your gut which causes you to slide backwards hitting your back against the wall, letting out a wheezing noise and spitting out blood from your mouth, you begin coughing and gasping for air. It feels like you’ve been hit by a titian.

You can’t black out, not here, you’ve gotta get up, thinking to yourself over and over again. Get. The. Fuck. Up. Screaming in your mind, but your body won’t listen.

The man grabs at your waist and pulls off the explosive device, and searches the rest of you. He pulls out the two others knifes that you’ve got hidden and tosses it to the other side of him.

He proceeds to pick you by the collar of your shirt and slams you against the wall, your head bounces off and causes a ringing in your ears and your vision starts to blur. He comes a bit closer so he can get a better look at you.

“You let this little ass girl take you down? ”

The man says looking back at Zeke, who is able to stand up now.

Your feet are not touching the ground anymore. You start to slips so he readjust you by grabbing you by the throat. Your hands grab and claw at his hands to get air, black dots dance around your vision, now desperately trying to breathe you use one hand to try and slap and scratch at the strange man in front of you.

He easily dodges and laughs your failed attempts to hurt him.

“Fuck you, she got me in my spinel cord and my legs stopped working ! What would you have me do? Crawl away?” He says harshly.

The man laughs a little at Zeke being so angry, then he drops you on the floor. You gasp for air finally able to breathe again, but somethings still feels like its constricting your windpipe and you can’t breathe properly.

“You’re late by the way ” Zeke says while cleaning off his glasses and sliding them back onto his face.

The other mysterious man responded back, “yeah I know, you’re lucky I showed up when I did, you’re getting old brother.” He says glancing at you still trying to recover.

Zeke reply’s annoyed now.“ And if you weren’t late this would have never happened!”

All you can do is listen to them bicker back and forth while you try think of your escape, then your thought changes when you hear brother.

Oh shit now I’m really fucked, you tell your self. Eren wasn’t supposed to be here today why was he here! How did I fuck this up? You had a gut feeling today wasn’t the right day, but you were impatient as always.

No you can’t think about this right now, you need to think about how you’re going to get out of this mess you’ve created.

Slowly trying to inch your way to the weapons that had gotten tossed to the side, hoping to the gods they don’t notice you.

Eren’s phone rings, “I’ve gotta take this you have it under control now ?” He says with one eyebrow raise.

Zeke peeks over at you to see what you’re doing. Before you know it he grabs the back of your pants near the belt loops and drags you back to him. “Where do you think you’re going bitch!”

Zeke puts a foot on your back to keep you in place while he talks to Eren.

“Yeah, yeah I’ve got it now, go take your call .” He said shooing him away

Eren turns around and leaves you both. Your head is still spinning, but you have a plan now, you close your eyes and lay there still, It’s just him and you. That means you have better chance of escaping. Knowing that, it gives you more strength to keep fighting.

He kicks at you to roll you over on your back and you go limp , “I can tell you’re going to be no fun, you passed out on me already?

You pretend to sleep to catch him off guard, you can feel him standing over you, legs on either side of your body. He is about to lean down and grab but before he can you hike your leg up connecting with his balls.

He drops to the side of you grabbing at his groined area you flip over to use your hands and knees, you begin to push yourself up off the ground while in a panic one foot slips and when you try again that’s when Zeke grabs your ankle making you fall once again dragging you back to him.

Hands trying to grab on to something, anything, but your nails just drag along the hard floor making a scraping noise. Some of your nails begin to bleed from the friction. You try to make more distance from him attempting to crawl and kick but then he catches one ankle again, then reaches for the other.

Now feeling both his hands around your ankles he does one last big pull making the bottom half of you slide underneath him.

He is sitting just below the end of your back and starts reaching for both arms putting them behind you like you’re getting arrested.

Ripping off his tie he had wrapped around his neck, he bounded both hands together. Tying it fast and violently pinching your skin in the process causing you to make a little whimpering noise.

He gets up slightly so he can flip you over on your back. Now laying in both of your hands they dig into your spine causing sharp pains in both your back and hands. You try to arch your back and try to get them to lay comfortably, but Zeke puts his full weight on you now, making you unable to move anymore.

He’s peering down at you grinning, showing his perfect white teeth . He has you , you think to yourself, you lose, he wins. His glasses begin to slide down from sweating , he pushes his glasses up , and pushes his hair off his sweating forehead. Both of you are breathing heavily from the struggle.

He leans down a little pinching your face making you look at him as he speaks, “you’re feistier than I was expecting.” He lets go and begins tapping your face with his hand

“Maybe you won’t bore me after all.” Zeke said with a confident and cocky tone.

It in-raged you, you’ve never wanted to kill someone so badly. Every time he talks it gives you more willpower to fight back.

You scream yanking your face away from his grip. “Get the fuck off of me! I’ll fucking kill you! Fucking piece of shit!” You still continue to kick and thrash your body around to attempting to get him off of you. 

You know it won’t do you any good, he’s got his full body weight on you but it was worth trying. You can’t let him have you. You will not let him have you.

“ Well that’s not very nice of you to say. ” He says jokingly.

Zeke knows he’s got full control of the situation, and he’s relishing in it. The creepy grin on his smug face said it all.

“ Oh and you never let me finish my story you know, about your friend? What’s his name ?”

He grabs his chin and looks off into the distance lost in thought.

“I know it started with a J. Hmm Joe, Joel, no, no, ahh I got it, it’s Jean right? ”

When he saw he had your attention at Jean’s name he snapped his fingers and pointed at you. “ Ahh that’s it Jean, where was I with the story when you so rudely interrupted me. ”

He said rolling his eyes.

“ Hmm.. his finger nails I did end up ripping them all off surprisingly he didn’t pass out from that, they normally do. ”

“ Shut up !” You yelled.

Zeke snatched up your face agin but this time more aggressively than before. His fingers dig into your cheeks causing more pain than you’re already in.

“ What the fuck did I tell you about interrupting me! Be a good little bitch and shut your damn mouth for once.”

You glare daggers at him but choose not to speak, you don’t want to know what he’ll do next if you say something else right now.

“Say yes sir, if you understand.” Zeke waits for an answer and begins speaking again, “ Do not fucking make me repeat myself, I don’t have the patience right now.” His hand slithers down to your already bruised throat, gripping ever so lightly giving you warning.

“Yes sir.” You force yourself to submit and tell him what he wants to hear.

“So you can listen wow, I thought it was going to be impossible for someone as ignorant as you.”

He’s trying to get a reaction out of you, you know it and you don’t give it to him. Not yet, you can at least hold back for now.

“Okay so anyways, we can just skip to the good part since you’re being so impatient. ”Rolling his eyes again.

“ His screams were kind of giving me a headache, also I was getting bored he wasn’t very fun to play with, so I thought I would just kill him .” He shrugged is shoulders like killing someone was no big deal.

“I left him there for a while because you know torturing someone takes a lot of energy out of person…you know what I’m talking about right?”

What the fuck did you get yourself into (N)? You think to yourself. This man is absolutely fucking nuts.

“When I went to go get him, he was talking to himself, I think he started losing it.” Zeke said while making an obvious fake concerned face while shaking his head in disappointment.

“He started mumbling something… hmm what was it… I promise I’ll come back to you, and something  like…forever and always something along those lines. Kind of depressing if you ask me. I almost felt bad.”

As he spoke those last four words his face twisted into disgusted look, it baffled him that he would ever feel bad for a dirty island devil.

Zeke frowned in confusion when you yelled at him again. “What did I tell you about talking back. God you are stupid, how did you even get this far in life.”

As punishment he took one hand and pressed it down hard on your ribs where Eren had kicked you previously, the other one still near your head. Yelling in pure agony you squirm around trying make him stop.

He begins talking again. “ Ouch! That looks bad I think you might have some broken ribs. ”

You squeeze your eyes shut hard, tears swell up in your eyes, they begin to roll down the sides of your face.

Zeke notices and wipes away some of the tears with his thumb and leans closer to your ear and whispers “ crying already, we haven’t even gotten star-“

You push your head forward opening your mouth biting down hard on his neck and you rip a chuck of flesh from him, blood begins to pour from the wound spilling all over you. You spit out the flesh and blood from your mouth.

He sits up grabs where the blood is oozing from. “ You crazy bitch”  he yells.

Planting both feet on the ground and pushing up with your hips twisting your body with all the strength you had left in you, Zeke finally falls off to the side of you, this time you get up successfully and run toward the your weapons.

Hands still tied behind your back you crouch down at the knife picking it up and cutting what’s bounding your hands together. Moving so fast you accidentally cut your wrist but you don’t feel it. Then you pick up the explosive device, turning around you see Zeke coming towards you pull the trigger and throw it towards Zeke. Making a run for it even faster so you don’t get hit by the explosive. He looks and stops in his tracks diving for shelter not wanting to get hit by anything.

He screams something you quite can’t hear, then the bomb goes off. It cause you to trip and fly forward. You go tumbling down, covering your head so it doesn’t get damaged by the impact of the fall.

You’re far enough away to not get caught in it the blast. It shakes the house the window you were going to make your escape shatters, you get up again running. You put one foot on the windowsill and jump.

Pov. (Zeke)

“Oh shit ” he yelled.

He stops running forwards, when you throw the explosive towards him. He looks to the open door near him and dashes for it, diving into the room getting to cover so he doesn’t get hit by the explosion or anything else when it happens.

Zeke’s behind a wall now cupping his head to keep it safe. Dust and debris come flying past him through the open door way where he once was.

After everything settles he screams in frustration.

Punching the wall so hard his fist went through like a knife cutting through butter. Not only did he lose you but his house is fuck too. You’ve made such a mess.

Leaving the room to see the damage stepping over everything you destroyed. He last saw you going towards the widow. He makes his way over, knowing you already made your escape. He looks out seeing you fast limping to the trees.

He begins to think to himself watching you run away. There’s only one way off this island and it’s by boat that narrows down where he needs to search. I will find her. He takes his phone out of his pocket and starts to make calls to people.

“ Hey it’s Zeke, we got a run away, I need you to watch all the boat docking areas. ” He stops talking for a second and then yells back.

“ I don’t care if you don’t have the fucking men right now find more! What the hell do I pay you fucks for anyways. If you can’t handle something so simple! ” He goes silent again.

“ It better be done by the end of the day, or do I have to remind you what happens to people that you disappoint me ?”

“ No? That’s what I thought. ” He hangs up the phone by throwing it against the wall in a rage and it shatters.

Standing there in silence now he begins to think again. He can’t wait till he can see the pure hope and joy in youre eyes when you think you finally had escaped him only for him to snatch it all away. Wanting to see all of the happiness drain from you’re face to see you’re reaction up close and personal, he wants to break you make you beg for Mercy, theres so many things that he could do to you, now he had to find out which one did he want to do first.

Now that he has a plan he feels confident but should he with you? He’s been too cocky with you he sees that now. Lost in thought he doesn’t hear Eren approaching.

“ I assumed you had this big brother,” he says with a slight smirk looking around at the mess around him leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

Zeke says with a cold harsh tone, “don’t worry she won’t be getting off this island, there’s only one way off and it’s by boat.” We just have to find the boat she came on. ” he says walking past Eren.

“She’s actually peaked my interest now,” he start to chuckle, “ kicking your ass two different times now, that’s funny. ”

Zeke darts his eyes back to his brother “ that crazy bitch ripped a chuck out of my neck, she fights dirty and now I know better. ”

“Third times the charm right ?” Eren says taunting Zeke.

Pov. (You)

Jumping from the window was probably stupid but it was better than being back there with him. Putting one foot on the windowsill you jump. Landing feet first on the top of a white Cadillac Escalade.

Once your feet hit the top of the car you loose your balance and go tumbling down shoulder first down the back of the car. Slamming onto the cement on your back exhaling all the air out of your lungs once again. You’re so exhausted clutching the side of your ribs where Eren stomped on.

You know you can’t waste any time, Zeke would come for you any minute. That made adrenaline pump through youre veins again. Getting up was agony, but it’s something that had to be done. Fuck the pain, it was nothing compared to what Zeke was going to do to you if he caught you. Getting out of here was more important.

As you’re running you look back at the window where you jumped from seeing if he’s there, and he is. It made you’re heart beat more rapidly than it ever has before. This is a new feeling you’ve never had before. Pure terror, is this what Jean felt before he died?

Making a run for the forest next to his house trying to find cover so you can make your escape. Looking back again and again seeing no one chasing you, you begin to question yourself, where are they? What are they planning? Can I actually make it out of here? It felt like you were running for hours.

Before you came to Zeke’s house you hid supplies in a backpack out in the forest just in case things didn’t go as planned.

Finally making it to the spot you hid everything at you collapse. Ripping the bag open and pulling out some water you chugged it laying against a tree feeling somewhat safe enough to finally rest.

Finding out Jean is dead, he’s really dead, tears start fall then it turns into uncontrollably crying. Not caring anymore about your injuries. Your eyes start to feel heavy and you can’t help but close them.

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You’re dreaming of Jean when you feel little rain drops sprinkling on your skin. Then you wake up suddenly In a panic, not remembering falling asleep.

It’s dark and quiet. The only thing heard are the insects and wild animals. You try to stand up, but you feel an intense sensation on your rub cage , and fall back to the ground. You lift up your shirt to see the damage and your body is completely covered in scratches and bruises.

“Fuck!” You definitely have a broken rib, your head is throbbing from getting hit.

You need to get out of here and get help. You have no choice in calling her, she’s going to be furious but you know she’ll do anything to help.

You reach over and start to dig through your bag of supplies . You grabbed A protein bar, more water and a phone. While you’re waiting for phone to turn on you open the protein bar and snack on it. The phone finally turns on you start to dial a number. Letting out a defeated sigh, you call Sasha.

She’s the only other person that you can fully trust other than Jean. Sasha, Jean and you all grew up in a foster home together. It was extremely rough but the only reason you all made it out alive was because you had each other.

The phone rings two times and you hear her voice, “hello?”

“ Hey it’s-” you didn’t even get to say who it was, she could tell by your voice, she cuts you off by yelling at you.

Finally able to speak again, “I know I’m sorry, but I really need your help I fucked up bad. I’ll explain everything when I see you.”

Then you pause. And begin again, “ yeah I know where that’s at I’ll meet you in a couple of hours.” You hang the phone up and push yourself up off the ground.

You rummage through your bag again looking for medical supplies to clean and wrap up some cuts you have so they don’t get infected. You take some ibuprofen instead of pain killers. You need to be focused just in case anything happens.

Breathing is so difficult from the injury you’ve sustained from Eren, so you take it slow. You try not to push yourself too hard, but getting out of here and to Sasha was top priority. You needed her help badly.

You stand up and your vision becomes slightly blurred and you feel yourself starting to feel sick. You catch yourself on a tree the keep your balance, you can’t hold it in any longer you spew up all the water, ibuprofen, and the protein bar you just put down.

You wipe your mouth and continue forward hobbling your way to her. Every step caused you more painful jabs on your side. You feel like absolute shit.

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You swing open the door to a diner. When inside you look around, there’s not many people right now since it’s seven in the moring. So you easily spot Sasha is sitting in a booth waiting for you. You slowly trudge your way over to her and slide in. She looks at you with concerned face.

“Oh my god, you look like shit (N).”

You slide into the booth and plop yourself down from being so tired. You rest your chin on your hand and smile,“Wow thanks, I just got my ass kicked and that’s what you say.” 

”I’m just being honest.” She giggled, “also are you hungry because I kind of already ordered us food.” She said with false guilt.

“Fuck yes I am!” You replied back with excitement in your voice. “ I’ve only had a protein bar and some water in the past 5 hours, and plus I threw all of it up anyways.”

“Okay first are you okay anything seriously broken?” She asked then continue to speak not letting you answer the fist question before asking the second. “And second question why the hell have you only had a single protein bar? What’s wrong with you!”

“I think maybe I broke a rib or two but other than that it’s just scrapes and bruises… maybe a concussion I threw up a couple of times and my head is throbbing.

“Well I’m glad nothing to serious.” Then she pauses and wait, “ remember that time you fell out of a tree and you broke your arm and the bone was sticking out now that was seriously gross.”

“I yeah, that was so painful, you look down at the scar on your arm, glad nothing like that happened I would have been done for!” You said trying to laugh but your ribs didn’t let it come out.

“So, are you going to tell me why you went off on your own, everyone was so worried about you! The caption told you specifically not to go off mission! ” Sasha said angrily.

You sigh, “I just had to try, you know for Jean, I miss him so much sash. It hurts, it’s all I can think about and it makes me so furious. Zeke deserves to pay for what he did. Not just to Jean but for everyone he’s killed .”

“So it’s actually confirmed that jeans dead ?” She said depressingly.

“Yes Zeke told me he smashed his head in with a hammer.” You say sadly looking down and fumbling your hands together.

She looked down at hers as well and started to talk again. “I loved him so much, we all loved him so much. I just wish you didn’t do it on your own you know I would have helped you!” She looks up and grabs your fidgeting hands so you can look at her.

“I know you would have, that’s why I didn’t ask you to come. You don’t need to die with me.” You said with sadness in your voice.

“What do you mean die with you?” You wanted to die?” She sounded angry now.

“ I mean I did, but I’m still here. I guess apart of me wanted to live.” You trailed off thinking to yourself now, I want to live. It’s been a while since you’ve said those works 

I want to live.

Ever since Jean had been missing it felt like there was a whole in your heart, it could never be fixed, nothing would ever be good enough to mend your broken heart.

All you wanted was to have your group whole again. Sasha snaps you out of your head.

“Well I’m glad you made it back to me in one piece. I’ve lost to many people…I can’t lose you too. Please just stop trying to do everything on your own.”

You didn’t want to answer her because you weren’t sure if you could. You didn’t want to put her in anymore danger than you already have. If they found out that there was more people here they would find her and kill her on the spot.

Knowing you don’t really want to talk about it anymore by the sad expression on your face. She stands up now sliding in your side of the booth she gives you a big hug. Still hurting from what happened yesterday you wince in pain.

“Shit I’m so sorry !” Sasha exclaimed.

The food starts to show up and Sasha gets excited but you notice something that she’s never done before, she doesn’t look at the food. Instead she looks at whose bringing the food. You watch her blush.

“Two orders of pancakes, three orders of hash browns, two sides of eggs as well as bacon. And lastly two chocolate shakes. ” The man out of breath finally finishes.

“ Thanks Niccolo you’re the best !” She says in a flirtatious tone.

“Anything for you sweetheart .” He said rubbing the back of his head smiling all nervously.

“ Whose your friend ?”

Sasha makes up a name on the spot because you guys are undercover. “ This is Hailey, she just got in town.”

Niccolo looked at you kind of suspiciously noticing that you’ve been beat up by someone , you’ve got blood stained clothes on still from the night before.

Sasha spoke up so he wouldn’t ask anymore questions , “ She ran into a thug, they tried to rob her.”

You cut in and say “ you should see the other guy.” slightly laughing nervously.”

“Well shoot I’m sorry, you need some ice or something? I can grab it from the back if you want. ” He said kindly.

“Sure thanks that would be very nice of you .” You smile back and he walks away.

”Sasha, quit being a whore. I almost fucking died today.”

”I’m sorry,” Sasha says in embarrassment.

“ He’s just so cute isn’t he!”

“You only think he’s cute because he can cook for you.” You laughed

“That’s not all he can do.” Sasha said winking at you.

You both giggled at her comment, and began eating your food.

You look around the diner while shoveling pancakes and bacon in your mouth, you making eye contact with a dark haired woman. She smiles a kind smile at you.

You feel something shift in the air, somethings not right. You feel it in your gut.

“Ow that hurt! ” Sasha said I’m a whining tone.

“ Shut up, we need to get out of here now sash.” You say in a low tone. “Act normal, pay the check now. We need to leave.”

“Shit they found you already! “She say’s aggressively whispering.

Sasha turns to Niccolo who’s already staring at Sasha. She does a hand motion for the check. You side eye the woman with dark hair to see if she’s till looking at you guys. She’s casually scrolling through her phone. You know she’s been watching and listening to you guys this whole time. How did you not notice her when you walked in. 

Sasha pays for the bill and stands up and stretches as she does so she looks over to see who you’re talking about. Her and the woman make eye contact and Sasha begins to panic, she knows that woman

“Oh fuck, run! ” Sasha grabs your hand and rips you from the booth.

The dark haired woman comes running after us holding her ear and talking to someone.

“ They’re getting away! Get your asses here and help me now!” She comes charging toward both of you.

You and Sasha are running to the back of the kitchen Niccolo turns his head around seeing both of you running for your lives.

“ Hey whats going on, are you guys okay ?” In a scared worried tone.

Before Sasha could say anything the woman comes bursting through the door after both of you pushing Niccolo out of the way.

“Don’t make me chase you just stop and put your hands up! ” The woman yells.

You shove the back door open Sasha and you run out then you hear a gun shot and a scream comes after it. Sasha falls to the ground, you turn around and try and help her up. She’s been hit in the leg.

“ Stop right fucking now or I’ll kill both of you! ” The woman yelled point the gun at you now.

You stop what you’re doing and watch the woman carefully.

“ Hey Zeke, I got them. ” She said in the ear piece she had on. Still watching and point the gun at you.

You slowly reach your hand down towards the knife on your left thigh just in case you need to use it.

Bringing a knife to a gun fight wasn’t a very smart decision (N).

You see behind her Niccolo is sneaking up with a frying pan in his hand, it gives you a little hope that you guys might make it out of here.

“ Okay understood. ” She stops talking and looks at Sasha.

“ Well looks like he only wants one of you alive.” She pointed the gun at Sasha.

Your eyes widen when the gun isn’t pointed at you anymore but at Sasha. Now you’re terrified that it might go off and kill your only other friend you have left.

Come on Niccolo hurry you scream in your head!

“Say goodby-” suddenly she gets smacked on the side of the head with a frying pan, she drops to the ground passing out from the blow.

Niccolo is standing there holding the frying pan, hands shaking then he drops the pan and looks down at Sasha on the ground holding her leg. He ran to her helping you pick her up off the ground.

Niccolo looked at you and began speaking, his voice is shaking from fear , “Follow me I’ll take you to my car, it’s right back here.”

There’s a trail of blood from Sasha’s leg, thankfully the bullet wound had went completely through her thigh and not stuck in it.

You look down at the Glock 19 that shot Sasha before following him. You picking it up and checking to see how many rounds are left in the chamber and count five. You’ve got straps on both thighs so you can carry weapons better. The knife on the left and now a Glock on right. You turn around and help him carry Sasha to the car.

He opens the back door to his car, both you help Sasha in the back. She screams in pain from the sudden push to get her in, you couldn’t think about it right now you guys had to get out of there fast.

Niccolo takes off his shirt and rips it so he can tie up her wound so she won’t bleed out. He ties it hard and she yells again slamming her fist on the car seat.

“I’m sorry Sash I gotta do it!” Niccolo said panicking.

He gives you the car keys “here take my car wherever you need to go. I don’t know what kind of trouble you guys are in but get her to safety please, I need her to be okay! ”

“I don’t know if you’ll see us again but thank you for all your help Niccolo we will never forget it!” You say with gratitude.

“Okay…I’ll try, my leg just hurts so bad I don’t know if I can focus on anything.”

“We need to get to the boat and get out of here sash can you make it to the boat? You yelled over her so she could hear you.

“Yes I think tying off really helped but it hurts like hell fuck!” She cried out.

“We’ve got medics on board who should be able to fix you right up. Just think about your favorite foods babe. ” You say with love.

“Come on I know you’re hungry, we didn’t even get to finish our food!”

“ You’re right I am kind still hungry,” she begins to think about food instead of her leg now.

Okay I’ll try she said in pain. “ Lays chips, French fries, baked potato’s, mashed potatoes.”

“Those are all potatoes sash !” You said in confusion.

“ But those are my favorite foods !” She said in a whiny voice.

Finally making it to the boat you park the car. Not seeing anyone on board that makes you panic a little.

Looking back at Sasha you say “ this doesn’t look right I’m going to check it out, stay here and stay low! ”

“ Okay, please be safe I love you babe.”  She replied back to you.

“I love you more. ” You responded Smiling and winking at her before getting out of the car.

You make your way on the big boat slowly walking around corners. You see a few of your dead crew mates with bullet wounds in their heads.

“No, no fuck they got them all.” You whisper to yourself. That means…Sasha is in trouble.

A man’s voice starlets you to hear someone approaching. You stop what you’re doing and hide yourself in a doorway with your back against the wall.

You pull the knife out wanting it to be a quiet kill. Using the gun would alarm more people. You’re not sure how many of them are here on the boat right now

“I think we got all those dirty island devils sir.” Then silence for a split moment “ what do you mean there’s one more on the boat, okay I’ll keep looking.” The man hangs up the phone.

He walks past the doorframe back facing you, as he just barely passes the door you jump on his back cover his mouth with your left hand so he can’t scream and slit his throat with the blade in the right.

As you do blood splattered from the wound from you hitting his carotid artery.

You quickly jump off his back. He turns around holding his throat and making gagging noises with eyes wide in shock. He takes a few steps towards you reaching out to grab on to you . You take a step back, his fingers just barely brushing your arm. Then he falls down, his body twitching and trying to stay alive.

He finally goes silent and still. You slide the knife across his shirt to get his blood off and you put it back in your side pocket.

You hear someone yelling at you “ you devil bitch, I’ll kill you for that!” Then he points his gun at you and pulls the trigger. You dodge out of the way back into the doorframe for cover.

You hear a metal clanking noises from two bullets hitting metal. Once the firing stoped you pulled out your gun you take a peek around the corner, you see him making his way over.

So you swing your body forgetting about the broken rib a sharp pain makes you flinch a little while pointing the gun and you miss the first shot just barely missing him. You go back to cover holding your rib cage trying to ease the pain a little.

“ Fuck !” You screamed in pain.

Two more metallic noises are heard and you twist your body around the corner this time ready for the aching pain of your broken rib . You get him right between the eyes and he drops. You put the gun back on the strap and start quickly sprinting back to Sasha.

Running back to the car you see Sasha getting held up with a knife at her throat by Zeke. You freeze in fear not knowing what to do.

“ Hello my little dove nice to see you again.”  He said smiling.

Still frozen not knowing what to do or say Sasha looks at you with fear in her eyes.

“Let her go just take me, please just let her go. ” You begged.

Zeke had a cocky tone to his voice “ begging now are we? It kind of makes you look pathetic really.”

Zeke begins whispering in her ear, still never taking his eyes off of you . “Don’t worry honey I’ll make it quick, your friend is the one I really want.”

You don’t know what he said to her, but by her reaction it couldn’t have been good.

She starts struggling, trying to pry his arms from around her kicking and clawing, but his grip on her is too strong. She’s weak to from the blood loss from her leg.

You stand there and watch not knowing what to do. The sharp end of the knife points to her neck.

Zeke watching the horror on your face as he slowly pushes the knife in Sasha’s jugular she begins gagging and clawing at him then she stops moving. He pulls out the blade and drops her lifeless body to the ground.

“No! ” You scream in horror as loud as you can. You yank the the gun from its strap and point the gun at Zeke.

You point and start firing in anger he is fast walking to you more confident than ever. The first shot misses, second one almost hits and the thirst hits his shoulder, he jerks back a little and continues to keep walking forwards.

He lifts his arm and hurls the blade as hard as he can and it embedded into your shoulder you take a few stumbles back and try to fire again.

All you can hear is the clicking of an empty gun. You look down at it and up at Zeke in front of you now.

The back of his hand hitting you in the face, you fall to the ground. He grabs a fist full of hair and begins dragging you so fast you can’t even get fully up. Clawing at his hands trying to get him to stop. He pulls you up to the back of a black BMW. He makes you stand up still holding the back of your head by your hair he slams your head against the trunk of the car. Everything goes black.

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You feel yourself bouncing slightly, like someone’s carrying you. Eyes starting to slowly flutter open. Still very groggy from the head injury, you moan in pain. You gasp from the sudden surge of pain emanating from your ribs, which were pressed into the shoulder of whoever was holding you. 

Clean leather shoes mark the tile below and it’s the first sound you can pick up on. Straining your neck to see more of him, you turn your head to the best of your ability to take in his stature. His legs seem to stretch for miles, making him appear huge and monstrous. It makes you shake from fear of his size and Then it clicks Zeke’s got you he’s taking you somewhere and you’re over his shoulder.

Panic starts to set in as you realize what’s actually happening. You attempt to push yourself up and wiggle yourself free. Your arms outstretched in all directions are balled into fists and you bring them down on his back. Your legs kick wildly and you feel his grip on you loosen ever so slightly. “Calm the fuck down,” is the only warning the man gives before his hand whizzes down and smacks your ass. You gasp as red hot pain erupts in your lower body and your eyes widen, movements hastening from the panic. 

“Don’t you fucking touc-!” You shout but are quickly cut off by Zeke hiking up over his shoulder once again and securing you back into place. Your ribs are on fire from the pressure of being moved. They slam into his shoulder and you scream so loudly, and your vocal cords shred from the intensity of your cries. 

“Bet you feel real fucking stupid now.” Zeke says, clearly having the time of his life and finding too much pleasure in your sobs. You grit your teeth and suck in air to the best of your ability. It’s getting hard to breathe in this position, and you use the last drops of your energy to struggle again.

You writhe in his hold again, this time with more fury and determination. You punch hard into his sides, his back, his legs, anywhere you can connect. Your legs kick with such ferocity that your heels make contact with something, and a tiny grunt from Zeke lets you know that you have landed a successful blow to his nose. 

He turns his body to the side quickly, catching you too off guard and forcing your body to thrash. The side of your head slams into the nearest wall and you almost see stars. Pain explodes in your temples and you emit no noise. 

“You’re fucking lucky you didn’t break my glasses.” He chides. Somewhere from near his head, steam clouds his face and fills your nostrils. The one blow you had successfully landed on him, already fully healed and soon forgotten about. You, on the other hand, were very badly damaged and would probably takes weeks to recover from the trauma on your body.

Zeke slowly descends down a set of stairs. He walks into the dark room, then turns on the light. He flips you off his shoulder onto the floor not caring how hard you hit the ground. You groan from the pain of your body slamming into the stone floor, causing intense and excruciating pain in your ribs and head. “My dear, you think this is painful? You’re a lot weaker than I would’ve guessed.”

You slightly roll over on your side. You’re so exhausted from the abuse you’ve recently been through. You are completely and utterly fucked. 

“Screw you, asshole. You don’t know shit about me. How can you even-“

“You’re right.” He interrupts as he strolls somewhere behind you. An ominous echo of metal dragging against the concrete floors fills your ears and you feel your sense of dread rising.

“I know nothing about you. I don’t even know who you are. But I will soon, everyone starts talking eventually.”

He leans over to your somewhat conscious body and hooks something around your neck. It’s cold and heavy.

“I’ll be back, little one. I’ve got things I’ve got to take care of. Don’t worry I’ll be back to play with you.” He says crouched next to you petting your head like a dog.

Zeke stood up leaving you there on the floor, but before he could reach the stairs you had to say one more thing.

“I will get out of here, one day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but I will escape!” Now attempting to push yourself off the ground. You see that your words reached him, making Zeke stop looking over his shoulder at you. It scares you to see that same sadistic grin has returned on his face.

“I will make you and Eren pay for all the crimes you’ve committed you fucking monster!”

He laughs softly, “oh please try, I insist. It would make my life a little less boring. I don’t know if you can tell, but I like a challenge.”

“You sick fuck!”

“Oh sweet heart,” Zeke shakes his head in disappointment, “you don’t even know the half of it, but you will don’t worry.”

He continued to walk towards the steps, 

turning off the only light source you had. All you can hear is the door slamming shut behind him, then complete and total darkness. He snaps the locks to the heavy metal door, trapping you inside and snatching any hope of leaving this room tonight. You can tell by the many clicks of the locks from the other side of the door that you weren’t getting out of here anytime soon. Not until someone chooses to let you out. 

You start to push yourself up off the ground, but sudden pain in your shoulder from your stab wounds causes you to cry out.  You move to apply pressure to the wound and to soothe the area, but are shocked to find that someone had taken the time to already wrap it for you. Your injured shoulder is exposed, someone having ripped your shirt sleeve in order to gain access to the wound, and now your bandages were on full display. 

But why would Zeke take the time to patch you up?

Why waste the resources on someone who, not only a day ago, had vowed to end your life in the most painful and inhumane way imaginable.

Maybe he has more plans for you. Maybe he wanted to make sure you lived as long as possible. Perhaps what he wanted was for you to feel every single bit of the fear and pain you caused him, tenfold.

The thought of being kept alive just to experience more pain causes your heart to swell. You’d hoped he’d make your death quick, sparing you of the torture he had inflicted on Jean. That wasn’t going to happen, Zeke Yeager was a psychopathic narcissist who thrives on the suffering of others, especially when said suffering was caused by him. He loved seeing people he loathed get destroyed from the inside and out, mental torture was just as entertaining for him as physical torture was. 

You’re quickly running out of options, but you were never the one to give in so easily. You cast your attention all around you, searching for something that’ll give you an opportunity to escape. You see the chain currently connected to the collar around your neck trailing off somewhere further from view.  Standing up now you grab at the chain and begin pulling on it to see where it leads you. 

It’s attached to a metal pipe on the ground near the stairs. You put one foot on the pipe and grab the chain and begin to pull to try and break it. 

It doesn’t budge. You don’t know how long you tried for, but it never moved. You tried walking up the stairs but the chain wasn’t long enough to reach the door. You sat back down trying to think of a way to get out, but there was nothing coming to mind. There was no escaping with this collar around your neck.

Now you have to sit and wait to see what lies ahead. You begin to get scared of what Zeke has in-store for you. What’s he going to do to me? You remember when you would get bits and pieces of people sent back to your island after being sent to Marley. 

Zeke’s going to cut me up piece by piece. The fear makes you get up again to pull at the chain, this time with more ferocity. The chain doesn’t budge. And you can feel your panic slowly turning to despair and hopelessness. You were going to die in this room. There really was no chance of you living through this, not after everything you had done to Zeke. 

“Fuck!  Fuck. Fuck!” You scream with each tug at the chain, using up every last drop of strength you had left in your broken little body.

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You aren’t sure of how long you’ve been trapped down here. So much time seems to have passed but you can’t be sure. You aren’t sure of anything as you lay in a pathetic heap against the wall. Light from the outside doesn’t reach down here, and there are also no windows to tell you how many days have passed. 

You’re drowned out in darkness, completely alone and terrified. And the waiting is the worst part of it all. You have nothing down here but your own thoughts, and they’re grim ones. 

Your dead friends are at the forefront of your mind, only accompanied by the image of Zeke running his blade into Sasha and Jean. You choose to push these dark thoughts down, choosing only to focus on the big metal door trapping you inside this room. 

You keep your eyes locked in with the door. Waiting. For what? You aren’t sure. Maybe for it to magically open on its own and the chain to fall off your neck. 

That won’t happen, but some naive and stupid part of you hopes for something, anything to ignite some hope within you. Because right now, you’re hopeless. You’re completely helpless. You have no chance to do anything on your own, so you wait and watch the door until he makes his ultimate return.

Time stretches thin as you keep your eyes locked on the door. It’s only when you feel them beginning to droop unconsciously that you realize you’re finally succumbing to your exhaustion. Your eyelids grow heavy and more difficult to remain parted. 

Your beating heart is slow enough to stop the panicked adrenaline still pumping into your body and you feel so close to falling under, welcoming sleep even when you don’t want to. Your eyes close and your head slouches to the side, but the chain pressing into your neck causes mild discomfort. You don’t care. You’re just so tired. 

Just as that darkness in your eyes grows more intense, the click from the lock snaps your eyes open. Oh fuck…

Zeke’s back. He came back for you, just like you knew he would. Was this the end for you? Was he here to hurt you incessantly before killing you?

He shuts the door behind him and flips the light on.  Your eyes strain to adjust to the fresh light he allowed in. “You’re still awake? Do you know what time it is?!” He says, provoking you for clearly having no concept of time down here.

He trails the room, harboring some unknown documents under his arm as he takes in the room around you both. He can see the markings on the pipe from your lackluster escape attempt and he snaps his gaze back to you. 

“Were you trying to pull the chain off?” He questions. You don’t answer, and he takes your silence as a yes. “Surprise, surprise Sherlock, it isn’t gonna fucking break. I didn’t think I’d have to spell that out for you.”

His words appear to fall on deaf ears and he sighs and loses quick interest. He holds up the file he had tucked underneath his arm and licks the balms of his fingertips, before flipping through each beige paper in his grasp. He clears his throat a few times before speaking once again. 

“First name: (F/N, L/N), Age: (Y/A), birthday: (Y/B), weight: (Y/W)…

Your eyes are wide as dinner plates as he reads off the list, every new line regarding you and your life. Your personal information, where you grew up, your rankings. All of it on full display for Zeke. 

What was using this information for, you couldn’t be sure. One thing that was for sure though; everything he had to know about you was in those documents. He had zero reason to hold you prisoner now that he had somehow managed to access this information. 

Did he have information on Sasha? And Jean too? What about the other assassins still in Eldia? And where did he get this information? Was there a mole in your bureau selling information? 

“Ah. It states here that you were tied for top graduate of your class. That you finished training with nearly perfect scores in everything…” 

“Funny, I just can’t see it. And I know a soldier with true strength when I see one.”

You don’t respond. You don’t want him to know his words affect you. The last thing you want is to give him that satisfaction. 

“You must’ve been sleeping around with your teachers to earn scores such as these.” 

You bite your cheek to stifle the urge to argue. You know you’re strong, despite what Zeke says. Despite where you are now, you are strong. 

“Oh, so you’re an orphan? I’m an orphan, that’s quite a coincidence.” You aren’t sure where he’s going with this, but he’s calm for now. He sees you studying him and quickly begins to backtrack.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to compare the two of us. Don’t think for a second you and I are alike. After all, my family's death actually meant something. And yours? Well from what I can see in your files, your mom died very suddenly from illness, cancer right?” Zeke looks up from the paper to see if he’s getting a reaction out of you. 

“And well your father just didn’t want you anymore. According to these documents, he abandoned you when you were five. Isn't that so sad. You must’ve been a horrible child.” 

“Shut up-“ you start but he quickly cuts you off. 

“But I’m sure it was for the best. He probably wouldn’t have loved you anyway.” He chided.

“Your father obviously never loved you, Zeke! If he had, maybe you wouldn’t be so fucked in the head now!” You said pulling yourself up off the dirty ground to stand and continue talking.

“And your mother, your poor fucking mother had to raise a psychopath!” You yelled.

You saw Zeke’s face change from his stupid smug look to anger and it honestly scared you but, you didn’t want to show it, you couldn’t show it. That would just give him what he wants.

He marched up to you, heels slamming against the concrete as he made his way over and you brace for impact, unsure of what to do considering your neck was still chained. He grabs you by the top of your head and shakes you with vicious intent. You thrash every which way as he leans in real close. “Not sure why you’re giving me such attitude when you’re the one who’s fucked here.”

You look at him and say nothing but glare.

“ Awe don’t look so mad, I mean this is all your fault.”

Zeke gives your hair one final tug before tossing you away from him. Your head snaps backwards from the force behind his push and you tumble to the floor. Helpless and completely immobile from the pain, he sighs and bends down and picks up the chain and yanks it to him. You choke as your neck is pulled and you come flying forwards. He begins pulling the chain like pulling a rope, forcing you toward him. “What’s wrong, you’re not having fun?!” 

Your entire body screams in agony as too much pressure is added to your already exhausted muscles. Your ribs are on fire from the treatment of being thrown around and you wonder if you’re close to passing out. You hope you do, just so you wouldn’t have to suffer in complete agony. 

He grabs the chain again, lifting you up this time, “ How many people came here with you.”

“Fuck you!”

“That’s not the answer I wanted. ” His fist came flying at your face knocking you to the ground. He picks you back up and puts you in the same spot he had you in before.

“I’m going to ask you one more time and next time I won’t be so nice. How many people came here with you.”

Your heads moving around trying to get focused from the blow. Looking at him and you spit blood on his face.

“Fuck y-” is all you got out before another blow happens to your gut from his knee. You heave over in pain and he drops you.“Wow I think I heard another rib break. I bet that hurt.” 

Zeke walks over to a desk off to the side and pulls out a gray rag and cleans the blood from your mouth off of his face and polishes his glasses. Then proceeds to open another drawer and pulls out a small set of pliers. You watch him like a deer caught in headlights, near fear surging through your body and you try to crawl away.

He steps over you and kneels down to place a firm hand atop your greasy hair. He begins petting you in an almost affectionate way and you try to wriggle away from his touch. “Shhh, shhh it’s okay. I want to prepare you. This will hurt a lot.” 

The only noise you can muster right now is a pathetic whimper that causes something unknown to stir within Zeke. He pushes this puzzling feeling down and continues on with his game. 

Zeke grabs your wrist and pulls your arm up closer to him. “Kind of funny, I remember doing this to your friend Jean like it was just yesterday.” He brings the metal instrument and places it over your index finger, right where your fingernail connects to the skin. The cool metal against your fingertips causes you to cry like a child. “Please. Zeke. Don’t.”

“Trained assassins don’t beg, (N).”

Your screams fills the basement as he clamps down and pulls your finger nail off, going slow so that you can feel everything much worse. You thrash and attempt to pry your hand away but with no luck. You do prove to annoy Zeke though, because his grip on your hand only tightens the more you struggle. “Quit struggling.” He warns.

You keep thrashing as the nail is severed and tossed aside. He goes to set the device on your other finger to repeat the process, but he couldn’t line it up properly. “I said stay still!” He climbs on top of your torso to keep your legs from flying out. He’s still kneeling over you, but this new angle keeps you more firmly locked in place. 

He lines the pliers up and begins pulling once more. You’re in complete agony, only emitting an animalistic screech as your second fingernail is removed. “Anytime you’re ready to talk works for me by the way!” Zeke moves on to the middle finger, but before he can clamp the metal down on the digit, you begin screaming for him to stop. “I’ll talk! Please just stop this, Zeke! Please!”

“What was that?” Hand cupping his ear. “Did you say something?” You’ve gotta speak up, sweetie.” He said with an evil grin.

“I-I’ll talk! Just wait please…i-it was just me and Sasha…the girl you killed at the docks.”

He cocks a brow at you, soaking up the way you trip over your own words in sheer panic. “Are you lying to me?” Zeke questioned, somehow stealing breath from you that you didn’t know you had. “I would hope not. I really hate liars.”

“No I’m not, please no more.” You plead, feeling absolutely worthless and terribly weak for begging him like this. You just hope that fearful waiver in your voice crack tugs his heartstrings. 

The pathetic desperation in your voice seems to cut through that tough exterior of his and you see his eyes soften slightly. It’s dim and distant but noticeable enough and your heart flutters with the small hope that he’ll take some mercy on you. 

Seemingly lost in thought, he studies your bloody hands on his own. Perhaps it was pity or newfound sympathy for his guest, but his eyes flashed with something tender and you believe your words had finally come through to him. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll leave you alone.

The moment you think he’ll pull the device back is ripped away with your nail as he abruptly catches your finger in the teeth of the pliers. You scream and sob hysterically, the pain so unbearably torturous, you’re sure you could faint at any moment. 

“I don’t think I believe you. I think you’re lying to my face, and you’ll come to find out that I loathe liars.”

You felt like such a dumbass. You thought he believed you, that he was going to show you kindness. What an idiot you were, believing that someone so cruel and heartless could ever show an ounce of compassion. You should’ve known better, he would never show kindness to anyone, much less a dirt-blooded Eldian. 

“Awww, please don’t cry now. I know it hurts, sweet girl, but it’ll all be over soon.” I’m going to teach you how to be a good, honest individual and then you’ll be so grateful to me.” 

The world feels timeless as Zeke continues with on with this torture. He steals your fingernails away achingly slowly, and you could do nothing but thrash and beg and plead and cry, all failed attempts to make the pain stop. By the end of it, you were praying to just fall unconscious so you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. 

Zeke finally pulls the last one away, and sits back on his haunches to inspect his work. Absolutely breathtaking, he thinks to himself. 

His beautiful, bloodied piece of art. Broken, out of hope, yet somehow still so beautiful. He’s over the moon, taking great pride in his work and already brainstorming new ways to ruin you again. 

You, on the other hand, feel as though you’ve been snatched away and dropped into the deepest and lowest level of hell. 

Blood oozes from your fingertips and falls to the floor. Your hands are on fire right now, and the throbbing syncs up with the pounding of your heart. You whimper as the cool basement air stings the open wounds and Zeke notices and leans down closer, blowing some air and making his poor victim flinch.

“Yes, that hurts, doesn’t it?” Zeke giggles, “No pain, no gain, or as my father would say.” 

You try very hard to focus on what Zeke was saying, but you could feel yourself slipping from this plain. You were falling into unconsciousness. What you wanted, more than anything, was to welcome that pitch black nothingness with open arms. However, the smarter side of you knew that doing so might upset Zeke and just leave you with more bleeding holes in your skin. So you fight to stay awake.

“I had a lot of fun ruining your pretty hands. Take this as your first warning. Never. Fucking. Mention my parents again.” His lips brush your head as he snaps at you, and you groan as his pressure on your wrist intensifies. Blood is pushed out from your wounds and that seems to be enough for you. 

He gives you a tiny kiss on your forehead and you finally succumb to the pull of sleep. You fall limp in his barely comforting hold, staining him with more of your blood. Zeke simply chuckles to himself and steps back, letting you slip to the floor and not bothering to cushion the fall. He straights his bloodied shirt and collar out and huffs out a pleased sigh. Another great play date. 

He made his way to the door, turning and giving your lifeless form on the ground one final glance before flipping the light switch and burying you in that void of darkness again. He slams the door behind him. He can’t wait to play with you again. 

You’re woken up to someone cleaning your injuries, and you jump up in fright.

“Hey it’s okay, calm down i'm here to clean you up.” The mysterious woman says.

She seems familiar. You search your mind for clues to where you might’ve seen her. Those listless gray eyes look bare into yours, and you two make unnerving eye contact. It is too familiar, and you realize that you had seen this woman before. She’s the woman from the diner, the one working right below Zeke. 

But he isn’t here right now, maybe you could plead with her. Maybe convince her to rescue you from this nightmare. After all, she was the one cleaning your wounds, maybe the people here weren’t all bad. 

“Please get me out of here, you’ve gotta get me out of here!” You begged as you sat up grabbing her arms.

“Oh honey, that’s something I can’t do. You see, I value my own life. Why would I want to die for you?” She replied in a soothing voice as she began cleaning the dried blood off your hands.

“Please…my people can help you get away from him.”

She chose to completely ignore what you said, “There. All done!” She sounded enthusiastic about finishing patching up. “I did most of it when you were passed out, so there’s no need to thank me.” 

She stood up and brushed the dirt from the concrete off her pants, “there’s some food on this tray right here you need to eat, your health is very low.” She says, handing you the tray and the smell drives you nearly mad. You’re starving, but your stubbornness forces you to reject the meal. 

You grab it and throw it against the wall in anger, then you pull your knees up to your chest and bury your face and begin to cry.

“Listen here, brat.” Pieck spat, leaning down and lifts your face up to hers. “I have orders to make sure you eat, I’m going to go back up and get more food. If you do that again I’ll blend it up shove a tube down your throat so you’ll have to eat.” She gripped your face a bit harder as she waited for an answer 

“Okay.” You force yourself to say.

She loosens the hold on your face and gives you a pat on the face, “that’s what I thought, I’ll be right back.”

She turns around and leaves to go get more food for you.

Once she’s back down stairs she hands you the tray again with a water bottle. You take it this time, setting the tray in your lap and inspecting the food. Walking over to Zeke’s desk she sits down and watches you.

Looking down you see chicken with white rice and a sweet looking sauce on it. Your stomach aches so badly for food and the smell is doing nothing to soothe it. You wait for verbal confirmation to begin eating. Pieck, now understanding your hesitation, gives a head nod.

You pick up the plastic fork and knife and begin scarfing down. You swallow the half-chewed pieces of chicken and it tastes like the greatest meal you’ve ever had in your life.

“Slow down, you’ll make yourself sick if you eat too fast.” 

You ignore the advice, instead focusing on filling your empty stomach with everything you can before Zeke comes back and deprived you of food again.

“And you really should drink some water too. Here, I brought this for you.”

Her arms extend to hand you the water bottle and a small cup to pour it in. You want more than anything to snatch it away, but you simply eye her down with uncertainty.

“You take a drink first.” She rolls her eyes at the request but does so anyway, unscrewing the cap and pouring fresh water into it. A little spills over the brim, and she hikes her head back to drink it as if she was taking a shot. 

“There. Ready to stop being a brat and accept my kind offer?”

You take the water bottle from her and turn your head up to swallow it in big gulps. Pieck cuts in once more, dragging you from your moment of respite once again. 

“Take slow sips” she demanded, snatching the water from you and pouring the liquid into the lid, just as she had for herself. You feel like a child in need of tending and it makes you physically shake with humiliation.

”I have to use the bathroom, am I allowed to do that?”

She sighed “Alright. Do what you have to do but don’t try anything stupid.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to. ”You said, shrugging your shoulders. You need to build up your strength, you’ve been thinking about your escape. You're not sure how long it’s going to take but you need to get out.

Taking a gun out of her pocket she walks to you pointing the gun. “Stand up.”

You did as she asked and she unlocked the chain from your neck. She took it off and you rubbed where it was. She makes you walk past the desk and to the right of it is a bathroom.

“We can’t have you sitting in filth. Your cuts might get infected. ”She pushed the gun to your back to move you forward. 

“Get in the shower and I’ll grab some fresh clothes.” She shuts the door and you hear it lock from the outside. A hot shower sounded nice but you were still hesitant. You don’t move and she folds her arms waiting for you to mov. “Hurry up, I don’t have all day.”

You started slowly getting undressed being careful of all the cuts and bruises from Zeke. Glancing up at the mirror, you see your own reflection and you nearly choke on a scream at the sight. Dark, obsidian circles ring around your eyes. Cuts and bruises marred the skin on your face accompanied by dirt and dried blood.

You don’t recognize yourself. You looked devastating and you’d collapse in broken sobs right then and there if you knew she wasn’t coming back.

Hearing the door from upstairs opening, you gather yourself. You turn on the shower and get in. The woman opened the door and placed some stuff on the counter. Getting out you see a white T-shirt, black slacks, socks, new underwear and a bra. She also gave you a toothbrush.

After you’re dressed you begin to think of ways to escape. You could take that woman now it would be easier than Zeke. Maybe I should try now. You hear a knock on the door and then it unlock. The woman comes in still pointing the gun at you

“Let’s go.” She said calmly.

You nodded your head. She backs up a little to let you out. Walking out of the bathroom your eyes start to wander around looking for weapons. Nothing, then you look at the stairs. She notices you slowing down a little and she puts the gun to the back of your head.

“Don’t fucking think about it. Zeke told me I had full permission to punish you if need be.”

You throw both hands up in the air, “Alright I’m going! Calm down!” She scoffs at the sound of your voice. 

“Sit down.”

You do as you told and she hooks the metal collar around your neck. Your stomach begins to turn like you’re about to throw up all the food that you just ate. There’s no way out of this. After she hooked you back up she left you there alone in the dark again. 

You’re once again left alone with your thoughts. A pit of despair opens in your stomach at the thought of tomorrow being another day of relentless torture and you can’t find it in you to calm down.  So sleep is out of the question. You’re forced to withstanding the darkness, having only your terrifying thoughts to pass the time by. 

-pov Zeke- 

Zeke straightens out his sleeves in the mirror. He inspects himself in the reflection, finding that he looks more refreshed, brighter even.

It’s because his stress levels have significantly decreased since coming into contact with you. You have been a great outlet for all his pent up frustration, and it was certainly showing physical improvements. 

His eyes, usually dark and uninviting, were wide and had a special glint that he hadn’t seen in himself in a long time. He hated to admit it, but he felt alive. He felt like a new man, and actually felt happy for once. Or at the very least, content. 

The door squeaks behind him and he is greeted to a familiar face. 

“Zeke.”

“What is it, Eren?” Zeke asked, fidgeting more with his cufflinks.

“You look…excited. Did you have a good night last night or something?”

“You could say that, yeah.”

“Well I’m happy for you. So where’s the body?”

“Well, we’re actually going to hold off on killing her for a while. I need to get more information out of her.” 

“What do you mean hold off? We already know who she is, where she came from, who she came with, what else is there to know about this bitch?”

“I feel like she is hiding something… someone, but I’m not sure. There’s no way dumb naive girl could have made it this far on her own.” 

“Like who?”

“Tell me, did you see anyone actually important? Like a captain?”

“What?”

“A captain. Every squad always has a captain, and there’s no way that fragile thing is in charge. It’s gotta be the man who brought her here.”

“Ahh yeah you’re right. Women can’t lead anybody. They’re too emotional. So what do we do?”

“We keep her alive and press her for more information. If you’d care to join me, I’ll be seeing her tonight. We can interrogate her together…”

“I might pop in for a little fun. If I’m not too high.”

“Fine. Is there something else I can help you with?”

“Nah, see ya later.” 

The door clicks behind Eren and Zeke, now alone, approaches his desk and pulls out a cassette tape and headphones. He pulls them over his head and clicks play. 

“-I just had to try, you know for Jean, I miss him so much sash. It hurts, it’s all I can think about and it makes me so furious. Zeke deserves to pay for what he did. Not just to Jean but for everyone he’s killed .”

His eyes flash something malicious and dark upon hearing your threat. He presses the rewind button, holding it down for a few seconds before pressing play again. 

“Zeke deserves to pay for what he did.” 

He laughs, sounding manic upon hearing just how sure of yourself you sound. Like you had zero doubt in your heart that you would bring him down. Such a foolish girl. 

He repeats this process, rewinding multiple times over just to listen to you speak with such confidence.

“Zeke deserves to pay for what he did.”

Zeke deserves to pay for what he did. 

Zeke deserves to pay for what he did. 

Zeke deserves to pay for what he did. 

He listens to it over and over and over. Loving just how determined you sound. It excites him to know that he had chipped that wonderful spirit, and he won’t leave you til you’re completely broken beyond repair. 

He pulls the headphones off and lets out a hearty sigh, setting the tape recorder back into his desk and lifting himself from the chair.

He approaches his perfectly polished mirror once again, reaching for his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He breathes the smoke in and blows it back out, trying to calm that fluttering in his stomach. He’s the king of the world right now, so sure of himself and his abilities. 

He takes another drag of his smoke, watching the top ignite as he inhales the air into his lungs. He’s absolutely perfect, holding no flaws. A perfect specimen who can do no wrong. 

The king of the world. 

But there's something missing in his perfect world. 

A queen.

-pov you-

Every muscle in your body aches. You’ve been left on the floor, laying in a pathetic pile and not moving for however long you had been left down here. 

This was torture. Being left alone was somehow almost worse than being joined by Zeke or that mysterious woman. Sure, they’d hurt you and leave you with fresh bruises but it was better than being alone.

You just begin to close your crusted eyes when the metal door creaks from above. Someone had entered, and you’re too scared to pry your head to look at them. Footsteps descend down the staircase toward your heap on the floor.

Heels of their shoes clink against the concrete and grow louder before they stop right in front of your body, looming over your shaking form.

You say nothing and don’t even acknowledge their presence. One of the shoes kicks your legs to get you up.

“Hey.” It’s that woman from earlier. The one who had patched you up and She gives another slight kick and you begin to pry your body back up. 

“I’ve got dinner for you, come on get up.” 

You sigh and lean your back against the wall still sitting, you grab the tray of food from her hands and set it in your lap. 

“So… what’s your name?” 

The unknown woman sneers at your question, “None of your business.” Your head falls forward like a willow tree and you stare at the food sitting in your lap. You can feel the pink rise on your face. You feel like an idiot for saying anything.

“Why would you even want to know that?” The woman asks. You glance up to see her eying your form. 

This is your first time truly studying her, and you can’t deny that she’s quite beautiful. Elegant, almost in every sense of the word. Wild raven hair that frames her pale face just right, and those somber gray eyes that just stare into yours. She dresses modestly, but you can tell that under those baggy clothes, she’s lean and holds undeniable strength. 

“I was just curious. We’re both down here because of Zeke, so why not get to know each other?”

She seems taken aback by your answer, “Shouldn’t matter to you since you’ll probably be dead soon.” 

“Then why feed me? Why clean my wounds if I’m probably gonna be dead soon!” You shout out, mimicking her words. “I think you’re lying to me. I haven’t been killed yet, and you guys obviously still need me.”

“I don’t lie. I have nothing to lie about. The truth is, Zeke doesn’t tell me anything. He gave me orders to take care of you while he’s away. Other than that, I haven’t been told anything else.”

“So what? You just do what he says? You don’t ask questions?” You ask, talking with your mouth full. 

The strange woman crosses her arms and offers an eye roll in response, “Duh. Didn’t you have to follow orders back in Eldia? We all answer to someone, quit trying to play innocent here.”

“A good soldier doesn’t just follow orders blindly. Especially if someone as fucked in the head as Zeke was the one ordering you around. You’re just his servant-“

“That’s enough, eat your food!” 

“You know I’m right.” You said under your breath.

She scoffs. “Please.” She says with more attitude than you had heard thus far. “I know what you’re trying to do.” She says surely. 

“You think I don’t know this little game you’re trying to play with me? You’re going to try to convince me to help you, but it won’t work. I invented this game, sweetie.”

Your expression crumples. Your last hope of escape, gone before it had even started. Such was your luck, you were truly an idiot for believing this woman would show someone such as yourself kindness. 

“Now hurry up and eat your food. It might be the only meal you’ll get for a while so I suggest you eat all of it.” 

You nod in understanding before focusing your whole attention on the meal. Before you know it, the plate is empty and she’s grabbing it from you before you can even thank her.

“Get up, it’s time for your shower. I’ll need to change the bandages too, so just play nice and this whole process can go by a lot quicker.”

She marches you back to the bathroom and orders you to undress. You pull your clothes off and she grabs them and exits the bathroom. You step into the shower, not wasting any time in cleaning yourself.

You clean all the dirt and blood from your body and turn the nozzle to let the woman know you’ve finished. The doorknob turns and she steps in, carrying clean clothes under her arm in place of your ruined ones.

In her other hand, she grips the collar and ushers you to her with two fingers. You dress yourself and she waits patiently til you’re fully clothed. 

Once you’re finished, she spins you to face her. “Ready to go back to your corner?” She jeers as she reaches for neck. 

Something inside of you jumps after hearing that, you really don’t want to go back. You realize two things simultaneously at that moment. You were currently unchained but that soon would be changing. And then you’ll be left alone again. 

Do something. Do something now. 

Without really thinking, you launch your head forward and you hear the crack before you feel the pain in your forehead. The strange woman immediately cries out and clutches her nose with her free hand. “You…you little bitch!”

 Lines of blood pour out of her nose and drip to the ground. You falter back a bit, trying to figure out if that really just happened. She drops the collar on the ground and the metal clanging against the floor is the wake up call you needed. 

You spin around and head for the stairs, the woman reacts faster than you thought she would and grabs you by the wrist, yanks you back to her and tripping you up with her legs, making you fall on your back.

She jumps on top of you with blood still leaking out of her nose and wraps her hands around your throat and squeezes. You grab her hands to try and pry them off but it wasn’t successful. 

Fight or flight kicks in and you use your leg and hips to flip her around so she’s on the bottom instead of you. 

You act without thinking, bringing two hands up to the sides of her face and your thumbs run over her eyes sockets. You press with all your might, driving your thumbs into her skull so deeply. It’s like pressing your finger into an orange to find the juice inside, and you scream because you’re horrified with what you had to do.

And she won’t stop screaming either. 

And that alone is surely going to cause you nightmares for the rest of your life if you do manage to get out here.

You stand up, you stumble backwards but catch yourself. Your vision swims as you had put too much strain on your frail body. You can barely see anything happening in front of you, only distilled images of this woman wailing on the ground. 

Black spots cloud your eyes and makes everything blurry. You wipe your eyes, not realizing how much blood had gotten on you during the struggle. More blood from your sleeve is smeared around your eyes, obstructing your vision more. 

Fuck it. You turn on your bloody socks and make a run for it. Heart racing, you ascend the stairs with quick steps. You’re at the door before you even realize it. You’re terrified of what might be on the other side. 

You swing it open, being greeted to a dimly lit hallway. Moonlight falls in through the windows, and it’s the only light given to you in this dark place. Immediately to your left, there’s another cut out in the wall that leads to what looks like the kitchen. 

You don’t take more than a second to launch yourself the opposite way toward what you think is the exit. You turn the corner and are lead to the front door. Shoes of different sizes are scattered on the floor, a few placed neatly inside a wooden shoe rack. You slide on the polished monarch floor, hands finally reaching the handle and swinging the door in.

You can make out the beginnings of a well-kept yard, but before the door can open all the way and reveal the outside, a tan, veiny hand shoots past your head and to the door, slamming it shut in your face. He presses against your body with his arm still caging the side of your head. He traps you between him and the door and you feel so small against him.

He slides his fingers up your spine and you shake from the unexpected touch. His fingers travel upwards toward your nape and he runs his fingers through your hair and scratches your skull for a few moments before giving the hair a harsh tug. Your neck is stretched as he snaps your head back to look up at him. 

You whimper from the feeling of your hair being pulled so viciously. He shakes you around in his hold and you dangle like a rag doll, in too much pain to properly fight. 

Eren leans in “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” You guys are almost nose to nose, and your mouth goes dry with renewed fear. His hot breath fans your face and the smell of weed on his breath is noticeable. “You’re a fucking buzzkill.” 

“Screw you.” 

“Right here in the hallway? Zeke was right, you are a slut.” As he presses closer, his lips brush almost lovingly against your temples. Just as you were about to jerk away, a loud crash from somewhere behind you makes the two of you jump and snap your attention away. 

“Shit!”

It’s that woman. She had gotten out of the basement and was now leaning against the wall for support. She had slammed against a picture frame, causing it to slip and shatter. 

She was still clutching her bloody face, groaning in agony still, even as steam poured from the wounds. She was healing, though the process of regrowing eyes probably wasn’t easy. 

“Goddamn Pieck!” The man holding you calls, sounding more enthused rather than concerned. He jerks you by the hair again, “Did you do that?! She really messed you up, Pieck.” 

Pieck. Her name is Pieck. 

“Goddammit, where is she?!” Pieck shouts as she clings to the wall like her life depended on it. “I’m going to mess her pretty face up for this!” 

“I got her right here, Pieck. Caught her right as she tried to walk out.”

“Thank god, Zeke would have killed me.” Pieck said, leaning up against the wall for more support. 

Eren lets go of the back of your head and grips a hold of upper arm and starts yanking you upstairs, “let’s see what your owner has to say about this.” 

You thrash violently in his hold, “get the fuck off of me!” Eren stops and his head falls to look down at your struggling. “Ok.”

He releases his hold on your arm and you fall backwards, body turning and you fall on your side, smashing your healing ribs. You scream  loudly, feeling like your ribs cracked. 

“What happened? What was that?!” Pieck jolts, the crash making her jittery. 

“Nothing important, Pieck.” 

Eren takes a few steps down towards your body, and leans down and pulls you up by your nape again, hands tangling themselves through your hard and yanking you back up. You scream as your hair is pulled again, feeling close to ripping out from the force.

“It’s time to go see your owner. I’m positive he’d want to hear about all the chaos you’ve caused tonight.”

Your will to fight diminishes into nothing at the moment. Your body feels close to giving out, and you pray to god that you’ll lose consciousness before Eren can haul you to Zeke. 

Because there’s nothing in store for you here, other than pain and misery until your death. Which isn’t looking to be coming any time soon. 

So you’re brought to Zeke. Eren drags you through the mansion by pulling your hair and leaving you unable to keep up with him. He walked quickly, enjoying the way you stumble over yourself in order to keep up with him. You were quite amusing to him. 

When he reaches Zeke’s office door, he wastes no time in forcing you inside and pulling you forward, tossing you to the center of the room where the invisible spot light seems to be. 

All eyes are on you. Two incredibly dangerous men glaring down at you on either side, ready to end your life any moment. 

You keep your head down, not wishing to meet Zeke’s wide eyes. He can see the blood on you and gives Eren a look of perplexity.

“Eren, what is the meaning of this?”

“Caught the little slut trying to leave the mansion. Dumb bitch thought she could just walk through the front door and no one could catch her.”

You lift your head slightly as Eren speaks, feeling Zeke’s burning gaze on your back.

“…Is that so?” 

“Yeah. Thank god I was there to stop her or who knows where she might’ve gone. You need to train your pets better, brother.”

Zeke uses his legs to push the chair back from the desk, walking to the front of the desk and setting his back against it. He folds his arms and just watches you on the ground, inspecting your small form.

“So what do you want to do with her?” Eren asks, still standing in the doorframe, excited to see what his brother has in store for you.

“Stand. Now.”

You hastily lift yourself from the ground and Zeke trails his eyes over your skin, searching for open wounds but finds nothing. You weren’t the one bleeding.

“Eren, she’s a mess. Did you have to bring her here? I just got these carpets cleaned.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” 

Zeke sighs, pulling his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just get her out of here. She’s dripping her blood all over my nice carpets.”

“Oh, you should know that this isn’t her blood.”

As if on cue, heavy grunts grow louder in the hallway. Pieck had made her way upstairs, and was now trudging through the hallway and toward the office. 

“Pieck, you good?” Eren asks as he pokes his head out from the room.

“I think I got it.” Pieck says with more attitude than necessary. “You could’ve helped me find the stairs earlier, you asshole.”

Eren grins at this respond “Awww toothpieck! Don’t be like that. I’ll smoke you out later, how about that?”

“…Fine.”

“Pieck, are you alright?” Zeke asks, stretching his neck out to see her limping from approaching the room. “Goddammit, you’re dragging blood everywhere! What the fuck happened?!”

“Hey I’m alright, by the way!”

“I know you are, Pieck. You have the ability to heal, you'll be fine.” 

“It still hurts, I got my fucking eyes pushed in! Go to hell!” She slams the office door shutting you inside with the two men.

“And you did that to Pieck? Impressive. A little gross, but creative!” 

Zeke suddenly places both hands on the side of your face and presses harshly, “I think I want to try it out.” His thumbs glide over your eyes and he begins pushing lightly. “No wait I’m sorr-“ 

“Shhh, shhh. I’m only joking.” He pulls his hands back and you let a sigh of relief escape. 

Zeke makes a move to turn his body, but stops himself. He lifts a hand up and shoots it back in your direction, his knuckles colliding with your jaw bone and sending you backwards to the floor. 

“What are you doing? Get up! You’re getting more blood on my fucking carpet.”

You stand up, stumbling a bit from the blow to your face. You hold back tears from embarrassment. 

“Hmm, your clothes are dirty, take them off.”

“What?” The command causes a ringing in your ears and you aren’t sure you heard him correctly.

Zeke whizzes his hand down again, slapping your other cheek and you lose your balance from the impact. “You have no room to question me.” 

You fall dead in front of Eren who only watches you on the ground. “What are you doing down there? I thought Zeke told you to stand?” 

“Please stop…” you whine, every bone inside of your body screams at the harsh treatment.  

“Take your fucking clothes off. Shirt first. And don’t make me tell you again.”

You snivel but lift yourself, shaking legs working overtime to support your movements. You pull off the stained T-shirt Pieck had given you earlier, which was now dyed red with her blood. Zeke sticks his hand out, and you place the cloth in his palm. 

“Now the pants. Hurry up.”

You sob quietly, but do as he says. You pull your sweats down and step out of them, grabbing them off the floor and handing them to Zeke. From behind you, Eren only watches, skimming you up and down with those cloudy, lustrous eyes. He glares at you like you’re a perfect piece of meat, and you fight the urge to cover yourself.

Zeke looks from you to him, a sinister brewing in his mind. He flashes a cruel smile. His eye almost twitches with excitement.

“I’m going to give you two options for your punishment. And if you don’t choose fast enough, I’ll pick for you. Or I’ll do both, I don’t really care either way…”

Eren’s attention is peaked and he pushes off the wall slightly, leaning in to capture the sight of you trembling.

“…Option one, my brother and I will take turns fucking you all night. We’ll fuck you in every room of this mansion if you want to change up the scenery…”

Your teary eyes widen, your skin goes grey.

“…Option two, the less fun route, I drag you back downstairs and whip you til you pass out.”

Eren had perked his ears up upon hearing his participation in this little game, and he had now made his way to the desk where Zeke and you stood.

“And do choose quickly, I’m not in the mood to wait…” Zeke warns, circling your frame and running two long fingers across your chest to sweep away the hair layering over your bosom. You press your lips tightly together and clench your firsts at your side. You keep your eyes locked forward and Zeke disappears from view. 

Eren takes his place in your field of vision, slithering two fingers to your face and lifting your chin to meet his serpentine eyes. From behind you, you can feel Zeke’s hands grabbing your hips and thighs, massaging lightly and making your go ears red with embarrassment.

“I’d pick option three, doing both just sounds more interesting.” Eren gives a low chuckle. “For me, anyway.”

You’re sandwiched between the two men, you feel Zeke’s hands run along your torso, massaging you and forcing your hips back against his clothed crotch. Eren keeps a hold on your chin, ensuring you can't pull away from him. He leans in, lips brushing the delicate skin of your neck and you cringe. 

Zeke, seeing Eren do this, also leans on the other side, biting and licking the skin. Their mouths work on your neck viciously, Erens lips feeling soft and decent against your skin, while Zeke takes to nipping at your flesh with his teeth til you’re crying out.

You can’t take it. This is far beyond anything you’ve been trained for, and fear and hatred for the two men threaten to turn your blood to ice. You definitely don’t want to get whipped without a shred of mercy from Zeke, but you’d rather die than allow these two to go any further. Just as you feel Eren’s fingers graze the top lining of your underwear, you blurt your answer.

“The second!” You force out, eyes your clenching shut and they stop their movements, both pulling away from your blue and purple neck and you hold your breath. You hope that they’ll hold true to their word. It wouldn’t surprise you if they kept going though. 

Eren’s hand yanks away from your underwear and the elastic that had been stretched slaps against your hips.

“Well shit, you really are a buzzkill. I’m gonna go then.” 

Eren storms out of the room abruptly, leaving you with Zeke whose presence alone could suffocate you. It’s silent, save for the sound of your heavy pants.

“Let’s go.” Zeke orders, approaching toward the door and motioning for you to follow him. You give him a silent plea, too aware of the fact that you were almost fully nude. Zeke reinforces the command, “If you want to save yourself some pain, I suggest you get the fuck up right now.”

You scramble to your feet, feeling more pain in your limbs than you ever thought possible. You force your sad self towards the door and down the hall, straining your injured legs to go as quick as possible. 

You keep your head down, trudging through the mansion, retracing your steps to get back to the place you fought so hard to get out of. 

You were on full display for anyone who passed by, and you could feel the hot daggers from Zeke’s heated gaze on your body. He still holds your bloody clothes in his hands, though you aren’t sure what he planned to do with them. He was probably going to burn them, then use your body to put the flames out. 

“Come on let’s go, I don't have all night.” Zeke spat out, you tried to walk faster but you’re still in so much pain so it’s difficult. 

You guys finally reached the bottom of the steps and the world stills for a moment. The thought of escape fresh on your mind again, all you’d have to do was use the last bit of your strength to make a run for it.

You feel Zeke’s hand slide up on the back of your neck and grip hard, “ I know what you’re thinking, go on…try it…” Zeke stepped closer behind you whispering in your ear now.

You hesitate, and Zeke only pulls you in closer, “What are you waiting for?” His lips brushing the helix of your ear. “Try it. I fucking dare you.”

The threat rocks you deeply, and you push down any thoughts of trying to escape. Zeke’s words scare you into obedience and you look away from the door, carrying on with your adventure back to hell. 

“Good girl, see I knew you could make some smart decisions.” Zeke’s hand slaps your ass to push you forward. “Now go.”

You want to scream and cry like a child would, you’ve never felt so degraded in your life. Now all your pride is gone, Zeke and Eren had stolen that from you, they made sure of that. You feel so pathetic and disgusted you could throw up. 

You both approach the metal basement door, but before Zeke can move to turn the handle, it you flip your body around towards Zeke. Before he can question your sudden reaction, he notices the hot tears building in your irises. 

Maybe, just maybe, if you beg him just to kill you, he just might show a sliver of mercy. You’d hadn’t seen a soft side to him thus far, so it probably wasn’t going to work. But what else could you do but beg? What else did you have left to lose?

Nothing.

“I-I’m so sorry, Zeke! Please, be an honorable soldier and just kill me already.” You sob, salty tears and snot running down your face. You don’t care how stupid and pathetic you look to him, you’re just desperate to appease that horrible ego of his to avoid being hurt again.

Zeke closed the space between the two of you, and you back up fearfully, trying to create distance between you and him. You just wanted to keep your precious space for as long as you could, and he seemed to thrive off stripping that from you. 

You back off til your skin meets the cold metal of the basement door and you sputter slightly. No more room to move from him, and he only continues preying toward you.

Zeke presses against you til his body stands flush against your own, capturing your body and keeping you unable to move. Your eyes level with his chest and he stalks you from above, your shaking eyes turn up to meet his horrid gaze.

The closeness scares you beyond what you can handle, and you push your body against the door as much as you can, turning your nose away in disgust and trying to get as much space as possible. 

“Are you changing your punishment, das Schätzchen? Did you want to do the first one,”  A wide grin appears on his face and he brushes some hair behind your ear, “I would be more than happy to call Eren back down here. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” 

“Why won’t you kill me!? Just kill me!” You are a bawling, begging mess now. You don’t want to go back down and get whipped, and you don’t want option one either. You just want this pain and suffering to be over already.

“Shh.” Zeke ran his fingers through your hair and pulled your head to his chest, wrapping his large arms around your smaller frame. “Why would I want to kill my favorite toy? I’m having so much fun.”

His hand dropped from your head and now cupped your face so you could look at him,“Now stop being a fucking cry baby and get going, you’re starting to piss me off. Okay!?” 

You sadly nod your head yes, feeling slightly relieved when Zeke steps back and frees your body for a moment. It’s a last taste of freedom before he chains you up again and invades all your space. 

He reaches beside you and swings the door open. You see the stairs descent into darkness. A grotesque trail of blood stains the wooden steps, and your stomach flips at the sight. 

Zeke grabs your upper arm and pulls you with him back into the darkness. You don’t fight him, nor do you struggle. You allow him to lead you wherever he wishes to go, but you’re a little surprised when he doesn’t immediately go for the neck collar downstairs.

He yanks you to the center of the room, using two hands to force you into position. “Stay.” He barks, before turning toward the desk and pulling out some rope. You gulp but stay still, even as he approaches you and locks your wrists together. You want to struggle so badly as he binds your hands together, tying it so tightly that you can feel the blood in your hands get cut off. 

He yanks the other end of the rope a little and makes your body jerk. He gives a laugh before tossing the rope into the air with perfect aim and loops around a steel pipe above you. 

You fear the worst when he twists the and pulls the rope with all his might, forcing you into the air by your bound hands and causing you to scream. He wraps the end of the rope around the wooden beam of the staircase, ensuring you won’t be let down until he cut you loose.

You’re kicking your legs out as your hands begin to go numb from the pressure. You’re hyperventilating, “I’m- I’m sorry!” You wheeze, trying to find some kind of leverage for him to release you. 

“Now, my dear, I want you to remember that you chose this.” 

Zeke claps his hands together, sighing in realization, “I forgot the whip upstairs! I’ll be right back, don’t get anywhere!” 

Zeke pulls out a knife and tosses it to the floor just in front of your swinging body. It lands right beside your swaying feet, and you look up to Zeke turning away again. “If you can grab that knife and cut yourself free, I’ll let you go!” He says enthusiastically. “Seems pretty fair, right?”

He stomps up the stairs and slams the door behind him. You waste no time trying to grab the knife, sliding your dangling feet over the handle. Your toes barely reach, and you strain your legs trying to pull it toward you. 

It doesn’t reach.  Running out of any other options, and quickly losing time to break free, you sigh and begin kicking your legs back and forth to create momentum to swing your body. 

Your feet reach the handle, and you successfully pull the blade closer. Your toes wrap around the handle, carefully lifting it in order to avoid cutting yourself. 

Now what? How were you going to get the knife to your hands which were stretched upward as high as they could go. You thought about chucking it and praying to god you can catch it, but that came with too many risks. Dropping it again or worse, cutting yourself. 

Thinking fast and running on adrenaline and fear, your hand presses into your thumb and you push down as hard as you can and pull your arm. You scream from the pain of having your thumb dislocated, the sound of your bone popping out of place somehow echoing in the basement. 

Your hands slip free from the binds and you tumble to the ground, legs colliding with the hard ground first, followed by your knees and attempting to catch yourself with your hands. 

Somewhere above you, the eerie sound of footsteps growing louder and louder makes your heart beat quicken. You whine as you push yourself off the ground for the hundredth time today. 

The door opens and welcoming light surrounds his dark frame. “What the fuck?” He asks as he eyes you from the top of the stairs. You stand at the bottom, scared but determined to make it out of here alive.

He quickly makes his way down the stairs and inspects the room. The knife is still held firmly in your hands, and he doesn’t hesitate to steal it away from you. You don’t try to attack him as he does so, fearing that retaliation will result in the game being called off and you being held hostage even longer.

“I got freed, can I go now?”

He looks up to the steel beam you had been hung from and sees the rope, still intact, hanging loosely with the knot uncut.

“I thought I told you to cut yourself loose…” he says as he closes the knife and sets it back into his pocket. 

“But I got myself out! That isn’t fair!”

“What’s not fair? It’s clear that you cheated your way free. I gave you specific instructions and you couldn’t even follow them properly…”

Your heart sinks to the floor and despair washes over your body. 

“Though I must admit, I am impressed with your aptitude…” Zeke claims, grabbing a hold of your wrist to inspect your bent thumb. 

“Really shows your determination to survive. Here, let me fix that for you…” is the only warning you are given before he snaps your finger back into its place. You scream and attempt to jerk away from the sudden action, but Zeke’s hold on your wrist keeps you from stepping away.

He walks over to his desk and grabs the back of the chair and drags it to the middle of the room. 

“Sit with your back facing me.” You quickly listen to his demand and sit. Zeke begins circling you letting the whip drag across the concrete. 

“Hmm, let’s play a game, other wise this would just be torture…well for me anyways.” 

Zeke smiled and continued talking. “So I’m thinking of a number between one and twenty, and if you guess right I’ll only hit you five times instead of the twenty you deserve.” 

“Okay, umm… eighteen.”

“Are you sure you want to pick eighteen? Final answer?” Zeke raised his eyebrows. 

“Twelve!” You blurt out, unsure of what made you change your answer.

Zeke inhales sharply through his teeth, “ so close! Looks like you get twelve slashes.”

“Wha-“

“Be fucking grateful, I said earlier you deserved twenty, didn’t I?”

“Well enough chit-chat, let’s get started!”

Your head falls forward like sad snowdrops, but you accept the punishment, giving Zeke the signal to begin.

You hear the drag from the long, thin whip gliding across the floor with Zeke. “First question…I’ll make it an easy one.” He said with fake kindness.

“What’s my full name?”

“Zeke Yeager…?” You say hesitantly, expecting this to be a trick question, yet no lashings come. 

“Great job. But that was just a practice round, these questions are only going to get harder from here, sweetheart.”

“Please n-“

“Next question!” Zeke interrupts. “ what are the three titans Eren has?” 

“He has three?!” 

“You’re not even going to guess? Bummer.” The sound of leather cracking against your nude body circles the room and you scream bloody murder at the hot sensation the whip left. 

Warm liquid dribbles from the wound and you can only assume it’s blood. You were bleeding already, after one whipping. And you still have eleven more to go.

“Don’t forget to count.” He says, “I could lose track, and then I’d have to start all over.”

With a shaky breath, you part your lips to speak. “One…”

“Now, next question!” He boasts, “What color are my eyes? No peeking!” 

You take a moment to visualize his face, and a flash of those icy blue eyes staring into yours courses through your mind.

“Blue…”

“Awww you know my eye color? You’re making me nervous, you must really like me…but I want you to be more specific. What shade of blue?”

You aren’t sure you heard him correctly but not answering him will result only in another lashing. 

“Ummm…sapphire blue?” 

“Wow you really think? That sounds like a pretty color. I’ll skip a whipping just for that!”

Skipping a whipping, that meant there was only ten left. As long as you take it slow and answer correctly to give your body a break before the next slashing, you’ll probably be alright.

“What was the name of that diner Pieck shot your friend at?”

Fuck. You don’t remember. That felt like an eternity ago, and you search your brain for any hints or clues as to what the name was. You begin to heave as Zeke begins to count down.

“…3…2…1…”

Another scream tears for your raspy throat as he brings the end of the whip down on your back again. More blood spills from the markings and some flies into the air and lands on Zeke. “God you just love making a mess of my shit.” 

“…Two.”

“Ready for the next question? Probably not.” 

You mentally prepare for the next question. You cling to the chair as if it were your lifeline. 

“How many titans are there?” 

You think for a moment, you aren’t sure how many there are, so you can only guess and hope you’re right. “Umm, seven.” 

“Oh my god, you got it right!” Zeke exclaims, and you almost flinch upon hearing him yell. You let your body slack for just a moment and wait for the next question. “Oh. Just kidding.” 

He whips you again, this one was close to your side this time making you jerk your body to the left.

“Three.”

“By the way, there’s nine titans. You should know shit like that if you’re coming to Marley uninvited. Next time, do your fucking research.”

“You’re obviously struggling so I’ll give you an easy one. Surely you can’t fuck this up, who’s better looking, me or Eren?”

You blink a few times but answer accordingly, “You?”

“Awww you’re so sweet when you aren’t fucking everything up. I could actually grow to enjoy your company.”

“Next question. Who’s your commander?”

“Mike Zacharias.” 

“Hmmm, that sounds like a stupid made up name.” 

The whip comes flying at your back again, you hold back the scream this time only making a whimpering noise instead. 

“Four…”

“Did I not do it hard enough? I’ll have to fix that.” Then the whip slashes your back again, even harsher than the first one. Making you cry out in pain this time.

“There we go, that’s more like it.”

“Five.” You say almost out of breath

“How about if you tell me who your commander is I’ll let you go?”

“I told you who it wa-“ another one comes again, along with another cry.

“All you have to do is tell me, and I’ll make the pain stop.” 

“S…six.”

“You’ll give everything up just so save this commander of yours?”

That offer sounded so good right about now, you want to spill your guts out and tell him everything he wants to hear just for this pain to be over with. You never imagined ever going through something like this. You thought you would have done your duty and died just like everyone else. 

“Yes.” 

Another swing comes, making you arch your back in pain and yell again. You want to pass out, you don’t know how much longer you can hold on until that happens. Your eyes flutter from open to shut. It would feel so nice just to close your eyes. 

“Now, now, if you pass out on me now, we will finish them whenever you wake up. So I suggest you stay up.”

“Seven.” You force out. 

“Why?” 

“I… I will never betray my comrades.”

“Your boyfriend Jean did, so why can’t you?”

“You’re fucking lying!” 

“Oh honey, I’m not though. He broke fairly quickly. He gave up his whole squad for a girl! Can you believe that.” 

“He wouldn’t do tha-“ 

“But he did! Now that I’m thinking about it… you must be the girl, I mean it only makes sense. You tried killing me because I killed him. So were you guys dating or something?”

“No, he was my best friend.”

“He was what? Okay wait so you’re telling me he got shipped off before you could tell him you loved him? Awe what a sad story.” 

“Fuck you!”

He whips again, the tip of the whip grazes your ribs and you jerk your body to the side almost falling off the chair. 

“Eight.”

“Alright last one, will you ever lay your hands on my family again?”

“No…” you sobbed, gripping the chair and curling your toes getting ready for the last one to strike your back.

“Good girl.” 

Zeke delivers one final lashing to your bloody back, this time snapping your bra strap and nearly exposing your breast to the cool basement air. 

“Nine.” 

You’re so exhausted, you close your eyes and relax knowing the whipping is finally over with, you could fall asleep right here. 

“Get up.” 

You don’t even register what he had say to you, you just continue to lay there tired and out of it. 

Zeke sighed and walked up to you and grabbed at your upper arm and pulled your body off the chair, he is holding your body up by your arm. Your arms scramble to keep your broken bra from moving off your body. You can’t hold yourself up anymore from being whipped so hard and quickly losing blood, you feel woozy. 

He gets annoyed and drops you, letting your limp body drop. You fall on your side, but you’re conscious enough to roll on your stomach not letting your back touch the dirty ground. 

He walks over to his desk and grabs a whisky bottle, “I’ll get a head start for Pieck, they should be cleaned immediately.” 

You don’t hear anything he says to you, everything keeps going in and out, all you're focused on is the pain on your back.

Suddenly you feel liquid being poured all over your back and it burns unlike anything else you felt before, you scream and cry out. It feels like he’s pouring acid on your back and it’s melting your skin all the way down to your spine. 

You try and crawl away but you can’t move anymore, you’ve pushed your body to the max. The only thing you can do is lay here and take it. 

Zeke took a swig of the alcohol, you hear the liquid sloshing around in the almost empty bottle. 

Zeke crouches next to you and pets your head, “I cleaned you all up, what do you have to say to me.”

Your mouth parts to speak, but your shredded throat can’t produce any more sound. A weak croak only comes out, and Zeke grips the top of your head to haul you up. “I can’t hear you.”

You swallow the thick lump in your throat down, exerting your voice as loud as it could go. 

“Thank yo-“ is all you can manage to get out, but Zeke still seems satisfied with the sound. He drops you back to the ground, and you curl in on yourself, tucking your head in your weak arms and silently crying for salvation. 

You’ve been pushed so far past your limits, and you’d welcome nothing but death at this moment. 

You’d give anything to be held in Jean’s arms, cradled and tucked away in safety forever. The image of him outstretching two strong arms out to you is the last thing you can make out in the ever growing darkness, before you’re swallowed whole in it. You lose consciousness, and Zeke tuts, turning away from your body on the ground.

You feel so much pressure on your back, you try to strain your muscles to move but pain surges through your whole body and your eyes fall open, a shrill call falls from your lips. The side of your face is laying on something soft… like a blanket instead of the dirty hard cement floor. 

Your eyes dart from one end of the dark room to the other, unseeing and unseen by the figure looming over. You begin to panic and twitch your body around to see if you can move anything.

You try and cry out for them, perhaps to beg for help or to beg them to stop, you can’t be sure. The words don’t form, only conjuring quiet whines to alert the person leaning down to you that you were awake. 

You can feel the hands touching you and you gasp and  attempt to move your sore body away, but to no avail. The first thought that comes to mind is Zeke has come down to hurt you again. You try to move away from sheer terror of him inflicting anymore pain on you again. You don’t even care about how much you hurt, you just want to get away from him. You want him to stop.

“P-Please...” It only comes out as a pathetic whisper. 

“Shh, calm down, it’s okay I’m here to help you.” A soft, smooth woman’s voice whispers but it echoes in the empty basement. You can tell by her voice it’s Pieck. It calms you down to hear her voice instead of Zeke, or Eren.

She held up a water bottle to your face, “here, you want some water for your throat?”

She lifts your chin gently and brings the bottle to your lips, you gladly accept the offer and take in all the water you can before she’s pulling away from you. “Gently!” She sweetly says, before allowing you to drink more. You fought slightly but are eternally grateful for the kind gesture from Pieck, considering what you had done to her the previous night. 

“Pieck…I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I didn’t want to hurt you, I just didn’t want to be here anymore…” you squeak. “I know I have no room to ask anything from you right now, but please…just kill me.” You beg Pieck, she pulls the water bottle away from your face and looks you directly in the eyes.

“I…I can’t do that I’m sorry.” You can hear the sadness in her voice, and see the guilt in her eyes. She broke eye contact and put the water up to your dry lips and you drink the best you can in the position you are stuck in.

The water she gave you woke you up out of your groggy state, you are able to think a little more clearly.

You try to move your right arm but something is attached to the inside of your elbow, you flip your head to the other side and see an IV bag connected to your arm. 

“Why…why is he keeping me alive? He has killed everyone else. Why not kill me? I…I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” Your voice trembles as you speak your heart, and it hurts too much to cry more, so you suck in a few rugged breaths to try to hold your tears back. 

“I’m not sure, they don’t tell me much of anything.” You jolt up when you feel her dab something cold on your back, and you groan at the sharp stoning inflaming your wounds. You realize two things in that moment: 

Pieck was cleaning the wounds Zeke had left behind. And no matter how harshly Zeke treated you, he planned to keep you alive for as long as possible. 

You’d be forced through this Hell for as long as Zeke wished it.

“I tried to numb you up a bit so you wouldn’t feel me cleaning it. Am I hurting you?” She asked.

“No, I just feel a lot of pressure, it couldn’t be worse than what I went through last night.”

“Well you’ve been asleep for some time now.”

“How long have I been asleep for?” You try to move a little more but your body aches everywhere from Zeke and laying in the same position. 

“Two days.” 

You flip your head back towards her. “What? Two days.” You can’t believe you lost two days, it only felt like you had just close your eyes hours ago.

“Was…was Zeke down here at all?” You begin to think about what he could have done while you were out for so long. You didn’t even wake up once. Who knows what could have happened.

“Nope, just me. I put some pants on you and cleaned you up, I couldn’t put a shirt on you because of your back, but you were faced down the whole time so your back could heal.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so nice to me after what I did to you.” 

“I have orders to fix you up, but besides that I can heal, so I’m not that upset about it anymore. That shit hurt like a son of a bitch but…I would have done the same thing if I was in your position.”

Pieck stood up and brushed off the dirt off her pants. “I’ll be right back. I've got to get you some food and more antibiotics for you.” She walked up the stairs and left you alone to your morbid thoughts. 

You muster enough strength to sit up by resting your elbows on the ground, you look around the room and see your dried blood still on the ground from a couple of days ago. 

That encounter was by the worst of the torture thus far. Having your nails ripped off was excruciating and traumatic, but Zeke had left your virtue more the less alone. But that last time, he had preyed upon your innocence. Practically dragged you for it, degraded you and made you feel nothing but shame.

You push your thoughts to the side for a moment. You try to move some more but electricity pulses through your body making you stay still once again. You need at least another day before trying to get up on your own. Your wounds, internal and ex, are too painful right now. Plus, moving too much might cause you to tear the stitching. 

So you shiver quietly and pray to God that Pieck arrives soon.

-pov Zeke-

Zeke was in the kitchen making some toast for himself waiting on some coffee to brew. Pieck stormed into the kitchen hoping to find Zeke awake making himself breakfast. 

“So, are you ready to explain why we are wasting so much medical supplies on someone who’s going to die soon? It doesn’t make any sense Zeke.”

“Well good morning to you too, Pieck.” Zeke took a bite of his toast. “What’s with all the attitude?”

“I’ve been up since six in the morning taking care of her, I also did it yesterday remember! I'm a little tired Zeke.” Pieck said, rolling her eyes and taking the other half of his toast and taking a bite.

Zeke chuckled and walked to the fridge grabbing the milk to put in his coffee, “I told you I would give you something in return for doing all of this. You just have to tell me what you want.” 

“Hmm, I've been thinking, I do need an upgrade on my PC.” She grinned evilly.

“I suppose I could help with that.” Zeke pulled out his card from his wallet and slid it across the counter. Pieck stopped the card with her finger. 

“I think I’m a little less grumpy now.” She put the card in her back pocket. “So when are you killing her?”

 Pieck walked over one of the cabinets and pulled out a bowl then set it down. She began looking around in the pantry for soup for you. Something easy, and soft on your torn throat.

“I’m not. Well not yet anyways, that will be up to her.” Zeke said, stirring the milk in his coffee. 

“Up to her? What does that mean?” Pieck slid the bowl of chicken noodle soup into the microwave, warming it up.

“All she needs to do is tell me who her captain is and I’ll end it. She’s very stubborn, they usually break so easily but not her.” Zeke took a sip of his coffee while watching Pieck.

“I see, why do you think she won’t break?”

“I’m not sure, maybe this captain of hers is too important to give up, or she just doesn’t give people up, who knows. I’ll find out one way or another. They always break eventually, I’ve just got to get more creative with her.” 

Zeke gave a smirk and leaned on the counter resting his elbows on the counter.

Now Pieck leaned on her elbows to copy Zeke, “Well, if you are going to keep her alive, you need to take it a little easier on her. You could have killed her if I didn’t help her when I did. Remember, Zeke, she’s strong but she’s still only human. She can’t heal like us.”

Zeke ponders this for a moment, pushing his glasses into place to see Pieck a little bit better.

“I suppose I could be a little nicer.” Zeke standing up straight stretching his muscles out. “But only if she remains compliant.”

Pieck nods in understanding. “You can continue to have your fun with her, just ease up on the torture a bit.” 

“How much longer until I can interrogate her again?”

“Give her a couple more weeks before you do anything else.” 

“A couple of weeks!? That’s a long time Pieck, I think a week is fair enough.” 

“A week? Do you understand how deep some of those lashes went? Did you even look at them? No, I'm guessing you didn’t care either. I had to stitch almost all of those up.” The microwave beeped, she walked over and pulled soup out.

“Look, what I’m saying is you went too hard on her, so if you want to keep her alive give her some time to heal Zeke. Unless you want to interrogate a corpse, you’ll need to back off from her. Maybe you could even consider letting her rest in a real bed.”

Zeke sighed, taking a small sip of his coffee, “fine, but I only went so hard because of what she did to you, Pieck.”

“I know Zeke, thank you.” She rolled her eyes and offered a smirk, she went into the medicine cabinet and began pulling out all the antibiotics you’ll need tonight. She shoves them into her pocket and snatches the soup. “I’ve gotta go back down stairs, I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Don’t forget to give me back my card later, Pieck!” Zeke yelled as she turned the corner. 

“What? I would never forget!” She yelled back, soon after that he heard her devilish laugh. She would definitely get more than she needed, but Zeke could hardly find the energy to care. His thoughts were distracted by Pieck’s words.

G o easier on her. If you want her to live. Ease up a bit. 

There was a lot of sense in what she was saying, but he honestly couldn’t grasp the logic.

 He couldn’t imagine a universe where your punishment wasn’t delivered by him in full. You were only given what he thought you deserved. No, what you did deserve. 

You had committed the ultimate sin, choosing to rise against your enemies and execute Zeke. This was only a show of strength, after all. 

He would hurt you and twist your mind until you learn just who was the strongest. And he couldn’t stop until you learn. 

He was doing this all out of the kindness of his heart, to ensure you never step out of line again and end up somewhere much worse with men much more sinister. 

This was a good thing. A great thing. He’d push you so far past the line of torment that you’d forget how to fear anyone but him. Then he’d rebuild you just to his liking so you could turn to no one but himself in your time of need. 

Pieck couldn’t understand that, but perhaps you could. You could grow to care for him some day, and perhaps give him a life he had only ever dreamt of living. But only after your mind had been shattered to pieces and glued back together in his image. 

You’d learn one day, and you’d be grateful for the horrible things he did. 

There was no other choice Zeke had to be rough with you he thought, how else would you learn anything? He was only looking out for you.

But supposing what Pieck said was correct, perhaps he could give Pieck’s advice on life. He could give you time, give you small amounts of freedom that he’d fill and spend his time enhancing his presence in your mind, until your every waking, breathing moment consisted of only Zeke. 

He’d make you crave him. Obey him and yearn for him til you could no longer function without him. 

He would ensure that you were completely dependent on him, just as humans depended on food and water to survive, you would die dismally without him. 

He would loosen up. He will give you time to recover, and if you’re a good girl for him these next few painfully dull weeks, he’d reward you with something so special. His bed. 

And if you give up any information regarding the commander, he’d ensure to cradle you in warmth and light forever.

For now, you’d stay below him. You’d remain in the basement, healing and living on the brink of death and starvation. 

Living, pathetically human. So weak. Helpless. So poor and lonely, til you completely lose any semblance of self and soul. And then you’d be nothing.

And then, you’d be his.

It was only a matter of time before you were completely lost to the void, and he’d just have to hold off on his fun for a while.

You’d understand someday.

-pov reader-

The cellar door swings open to reveal sweet light pouring inside and lighting your battered body. Pieck’s comforting shape fills the angel's light and your chest falls in relief.

“Sorry that took me so long,” she beams as she practically glides down the stairs to you, tray full of warm, incredibly enticing food in hand. Fuzziness settles in your stomach as the aroma fills your nostrils.

You’re so fucking hungry.

She places the tray beside your head and you sit back up on your elbows. 

“Chicken noodle soup, easy for your throat and good when you’re not feeling good either.” Pieck sat next to you on the floor sitting with her legs crossed.

“Thank you, it smells so good.” Your mouth is watering. You pick up the spoon and start devouring it. Pieck sat there observing you. 

“Can I ask you a question?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. 

“Depends on the question.” You stopped eating for a second and eyed her suspiciously. 

She leaned in closer to you, “if you want to die so bad, why don’t you just give up your captain. He would never know who gave him up. So why don’t you just give in and get this terrible life over with already?”

Her words are all true, he would never know it was you who gave him up, would he? It would be so easy to spill everything and let them kill you. You could be with Sasha and Jean, you could get this shit over with and be done finally. You could finally rest. 

But something inside just can’t do. You won’t do it. They’ve taken everything from you, this is the one thing they cannot take. This is the only thing that actually belongs to you, and no one is getting it. You will never give them what they want.

“I will not give him up. So you can just stop asking, no matter what you people do to me I will never tell you.” 

“So it’s a man?” Pieck smirked and leaned back on the palms of her hands.

You ignored her and continued eating. You know what she’s trying to do, she’s analyzing every word you speak, listening for you to slip up on anything.

“He must be a good captain if you’re willing to go through all this torture for him.” 

“Would you do it? Would you give Zeke up to your enemies if roles were switched?” You ask finishing your soup off then sliding her the empty bowl.

“No, I would like to think I wouldn’t, but I’ve never been in your position so I couldn’t give you a truthful answer to your question. I’m sorry.” 

You study Pieck as she speaks, she looks radiant. Her pale skin shines like moonlight, and you notice the way her eyes seem to dart back and forth shyly. 

You may not know her very well, if at all, but there’s nothing on her face that reads dishonesty. She’s being genuine, which gives you small comfort. 

You may not have friends in this place, but there’s at least someone in here that could see things from your point of view. It’s almost nice.

The next few weeks drift by, agonizing due to the unknown nature of everything. You’re left in the basement, filling the time with nothing but your own, save for the occasional drop-ins from Pieck.

You’ve grown quite fond of her, and even began to look forward to her routine visits. 

It was usually the same thing, she’d come to you in the darkness, usually when your thoughts became too loud. And she’d be a beacon of hope for you, chatting with you and changing your wounds with the utmost care. It was comforting. Peaceful, even.

Zeke never came down to visit. You never even heard his voice echo from the open door when Pieck had snuck in more than once. Never heard ruckus happening above, and you never felt your heart pang for him to return. He could’ve died for all you knew and cared.

And you never asked, and Pieck wouldn’t tell.

For now, the meaning of your existence now seems to be to heal and recover, probably so Zeke can indulge in his fun once again with the worry of you slipping from this world.

It takes a few more weeks, but you finally seem to have grown enough strength to sit up on your makeshift bed, stretching your aching torso out and releasing a sigh of relief. 

Now that you were able to move your legs, Pieck put the metal collar back around your neck. You wish they would have just left it off, but there are too many risks with that she states dryly.

You know Zeke will be coming for you soon, you’ve healed up and you’re able to do stuff on your own finally. 

You knew it. You could practically sense him leering outside the basement, waiting to come down and ruin you again. It was obviously some sick addiction of his, and although he had allowed you this time, you knew it wasn’t out of kindness. 

There’s nothing that you can do either…you just have to take all the pain all over again. Then he’s going to let you heal from that, so the process starts all over again. 

Killing yourself is always an option… you think to yourself. You shiver at the thought of doing that. It’s terrifying, but it would be better than this… it would be better than suffering everyday here. 

But how would you do it? you don’t have anything sharp around you. You could hang yourself with this collar? But they could find you and pull you down easily, then severe punishment will come soon after.

You walk the room and scan for anything within reach that might aid in your mission.

The desk. All of this torture devices are in there and could prove very useful for you right now.

Your leash barely reaches far enough to touch the desk and you strain your arm out trying to get inside. Your fingertips brush the soft wood, but there isn’t much else you can do than that.

You stand once more, using your quick thinking skills to try to conjure up some brilliant plan, but failing miserably.

Your eyes dart to the basement door unlocking you scurry back into your blanket in the floor and sit back down. 

You see Pieck descend the steps, looking half awake and you wonder if it’s early in the morning. 

“Good morning.” She yawned halfway down the steps, “I have food for you here.” 

She hands the tray to you. It has an assortment of neatly placed breakfast items and your heart flutters at the delicate sight. 

A few strips of bacon are sat neatly in a row, scrambled eggs looking perfectly seasoned sit beside in a marble bowl, salt and pepper on the side. 

Below is a fruit cup with delicious looking strawberries, diced apple, blueberries and orange slices. Plastic silverware is placed above neatly folded napkins, with a metallic can of orange juice to top the meal off. 

“Thank you, Pieck.” You say in absolute awe of the food, this must’ve taken a lot of time to make, and you are very grateful to her. 

“You’re welcome.” She says with a shy smile. If you had paid better attention, you might’ve noticed the way her cheeks flushed slightly upon hearing your gratitude.

She looks adorable right now, almost child-like with her groggy appearance. She was still in her pajamas, dark hair lazily thrown up in a high ponytail with large pieces framing her cheekbones. 

Her pajamas make you want to giggle. She’s wearing an oversized band shirt which she swims in with how tiny she was, and her plaid pajama pants hang from her body. On her feet, she sports two huge tan slippers that, upon closer inspection, appear to have the female titans head on the end. 

You dig into the food she had worked so hard on, and it tastes amazing. Everything was perfectly seasoned and the bacon was cooked to perfection. The fruit exploded in your mouth. It was one of the best meals you’ve had in such a long time. 

You pick up the can of orange juice and pop it open and take a drink. “So when’s Zeke coming back for me do you know, has he said anything?” You begin to circle the top of the can.

Pieck shrugs, “Who knows.” The answer is too vague for your liking, but you don’t risk pushing harder. You sigh and study the can. The sharp edge of the metal grazes the tip of your finger as you rim the mouthpiece of the can. 

She watches your head drop, and you can tell she feels pity for you, “All you have to do is tell Zeke or me who your commander is. I don’t know how many times I need to repeat myself.”

“I can’t do that, Pieck.”

“Look, I understand that. Do whatever you think is right but things won’t get easier til you confess. That’s just the truth.” 

Pieck folds her arms and throws her head back in annoyance, feeling as though she’s speaking to a brick wall. As she does so, you take the time to slide the orange juice can behind your back and out of sight. 

A wicked idea had popped into your mind, one that the titans couldn’t possibly see coming. 

You might just get out of this, your own way. 

You both glance up when movements from above startle you out of your trance. “God it looks like the boys are up.” She says in annoyance.

“I’ve gotta go get some food before they take it all.” She states, smiling softly as if something was funny.

She reaches her arms to take the empty tray from you, and you wait in nervous anticipation for her to snap at you. 

Nothing happens. She turns and leaves just like normal, not even looking back at you as she does so. 

Your heart is racing, she didn’t notice the can of orange juice was missing. 

Things were looking up for you. Almost. There was still the dilemma of what came next.

Your body shakes like thunder as you begin peeling the paper off.

Once the paper is fully off, you muster the strength to bend and twist the metal tin, successfully snapping it in half. 

By the end of this whole process, your chest rises and falls from exerting so much energy. 

But it proved in your favor. The can was now broken down with wickedly sharp edges protruding from the rip. Your stomach turns as you inspect the spikes with your fingers, already imagining the blood stains that’ll decorate the edges soon.

You push those thoughts down when movement from above hurdles you on. 

You have to hurry, you’re not sure when or who’s coming down for you next. Moving without thinking, the sudden twist of your body causes you to accidentally cut your hand and blood drips down to the floor. 

You gasp from the sudden pain, clutching your bloodied palm and wrist with your other hand and applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

How are you going to hide this? 

As if the devil had some sick cue, you hear the terrifying sound of footsteps growing louder by each passing moment, as if the adrenaline from fear and desperation gave you some sixth sense. 

Everything sounds up close and personal, like your hearing has grown to that of an animal's hearing capability. Panic seeps into every nerve, and you turn your head from side to side looking for cover for your bloody arm. 

“Fuck.” 

You whisper as you glance around the room for something to help you, even though you aren’t sure what you’re looking for. Running on fear and quickly running out of time, you turn to grab the thin blanket under you and rip the woolen fabric. 

You tie a tourniquet around your hand to semi protect the wound and stop any blood from running down your wrist. 

You try to wipe the rest of it up with some of the blanket, but the blood has already stained your skin. You shove your hands under the blanket in an attempt to hide the damage from whoever was quickly making their approach.

The door swings open from above and you hear heavy footsteps and see the beginning of large boots. 

It’s Zeke. You think to yourself. He’s down before you can hide the sharp weapon in the blanket so it’s behind you back in your hand. 

Zeke looks at you suspiciously and raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Good morning (N), did you miss me?” He gives you a slight grin.

You gulp and shudder at the sound of his voice. How smooth it was, inviting almost. Like an expanse of moonlight in a wooded area, his voice sank honey and warm tea in your ears. It made you sick.

He looms large in the darkness, waiting for a response. He grew quite frustrated when none came.

“Well, are you going to answer me?”

He takes a few crude steps closer toward you; you’d back up if terror wasn’t keeping you locked in place. 

“I missed you. Far more than I thought I would. Who knew torturing someone so pitiful could really grow a connection between two people.”

In your stupefied state, you manage to convince yourself to speak. Maybe what he wants to hear is that you long for him.

“I missed you too.” A lie. An obvious one at that, Zeke must hear that dishonesty in your voice but says nothing. 

You follow his eyes as they drop to the ground, and your heart sinks when you see the tiny drops of blood that you had failed to wipe up. 

Shit.

“What is that?” Zeke says, and you can tell by the way he speaks low that he suspects something foul. “Why is there blood on the ground?”

Another lie builds on your tongue. “I don’t know… I think Pieck- 

“Stop lying (N), you know that pisses me off.” Zeke interrupts and before you can process his words, he yanks a handkerchief from his pocket and bends down to one knee to wipe up the bloody spot. 

“Where are you bleeding? And how do you have anything sharp even to cut yourself?” He looks at you confused and angry.

You can’t say anything to defend yourself, you open but close your mouth but nothing comes out. You just stand there and look stupid.

“Well, are you going to answer me?” He snaps, closing the gap between the two of you and further suffocating you with his mass.

“I- I don’t know...” You gasp, chest heaving as you look for help. None arrives, there’s nothing here to save you. You’re alone, trapped within the jaws of the beast. 

You step back up as he comes closer to you. You begin to shake uncontrollably, it’s time you think, it’s now or never. 

You don’t think you just act upon him trying to grab whatever you’re hiding behind your back. You use the broken can and swing up at Zeke cutting his cheek and his nose he stops and backs up a bit grabbing his face in shock. 

He looks at you like he couldn’t believe you would ever do something so stupid. 

“You fucking dumb bitch!” He’s pissed now and you are absolutely terrified you hold the weapon up to your throat. 

“Don’t fucking come any closer! I’ll fucking do it! Then you’ll never get the information you want!” You screamed, shaking the sharp can on your throat. 

You watch Zeke stand there looking at the blood on his hands then his eyes lock with yours. Blood and steam is pouring from his wounds in his face. He looks so crazed with the blood dripping down his face and onto his chest. 

“What do you think happens from here, do you think I’m just going to let you walk out of here alive?” Zeke is so enraged he starts to laugh like a mad man.

You ignore his words and continue with your plan, “Pass me the key to the collar now!” You applied more pressure making a little nick on your neck as you yelled back at him.

“You’re not going to do it! Look at you! Trembling like a child!” He scoffed, Zeke took a small step towards you. 

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You backed up to keep the space between the two of you but you hit the wall, tears begin to blur your vision. Your plan was falling apart, you had to do it and you didn’t want to.

You couldn’t help yourself from crying, you were so terrified of what may come next. Either you kill yourself successfully or you’ll be stuck with this psychopath for who knows how long.  

“Please just let me go…” you cried out.

“We both know I can’t do that, so just put the fucking weapon down…Now!” His voice echoed through the basement making you flinch. 

You can tell he’s getting annoyed trying to talk you down from doing this. But he couldn’t no one could. You know what you have to do.

You can’t admit it to him but you are petrified, you don’t want your life to end like this, but you would rather take it yourself than let someone like Zeke do it. Or worse torture you for the rest of your life. 

You take your eyes off Zeke for one second and he comes rushing towards you, you gasp and begin cutting the side of your jugular vein getting halfway through your neck.

 Zeke lunged forward, slapping the weapon out of your hand. It falls to the ground with a soft clank from the metallic, but you are already bleeding out profusely. 

He caught you before hitting the ground and put his large hand on the gash on your throat to try and stop the bleeding. He pulls you in close, he’s yelling something at you, or maybe calling out for help. You aren’t sure. It sounded diluted, far off in the distance and you can barely make out the sound of his voice. 

The room spins and all the pain in your body fades to the background, along with Zeke’s harsh calls. It’s silent, still and peaceful. The tension releases from your body, as if you had let out a long sigh of relief.

You look up at him with a soft smile, enduring his eyes meet yours before the light diminishes. You hope that happy look in your eye is obvious to Zeke. You hope it says ‘fuck you.” 

The last thing you see is pure, unadulterated fear on Zeke's face, but you’re too far gone to feel pride. Everything goes dark for you, closing your eyes and letting yourself slip into that darkness. 

It’s finally over.

When your eyes open, you expect to see nothing. Pure black forever, but to your surprise, you only see white. 

Or blue. Endless blue skies with a rippling ocean below your bloodied feet that you can walk on. Above you is only blue, warm rays of sunlight beam through the clouds and refurbish your colorless skin.

This must be heaven. 

And it’s so beautiful. 

A pure plain, with someone so beautiful and bright that you can’t stop your arms from pouring out to envelop them into you forever.

“Jean - Sasha - I missed you.”

Chapter Text

You sprint at maximum speed to the two urging you onward to them. They’re far off the distance, calling out for you, using your name to make you run faster.

But the faster you run, the further away they move. They’re shrinking from view, and you cry back for them. You call - cry - beg for them to wait. But they grow smaller and smaller, until they’re completely out of sight and you stop in your tracks.

You look all around you, in the midst of blue and white, you feel a presence behind you. You spin around trying to locate the person but see nothing. Your heart thumps in your chest and you pray the devil hasn’t followed you to paradise. 

You feel warmth traveling up and down your arms, as if someone was wrapping their arms around you lovingly. You feel yourself slipping from this unknown domain. It fades and you snap back into reality.

The first thing you notice is the beeping somewhere far off in the distance. 

Your sleepy eyes pry apart, and you rapidly blink to take in the light all around you. It makes your eyes burn and water, and you struggle to keep them open. 

The colors of the room bleed together like watercolor, and you begin to slowly make out what seems to be a bed beneath you.

Someone’s speaking to you. Low, and motherly. Sweet nectar in their voice that almost lulls you back to sleep. 

“-waking up…” she says. Her voice soothes you. 

You’re so relaxed. This is another heaven.

Your eyelids close. You comfy yourself into the mattress. 

You nearly fall back into that heavenly space again…

“About time”. 

That voice. It makes you nearly fly off the bed in shock.

You have an out of body reaction, like you’d been pulled from your skin. Not by your own volition either. 

You were pulled from heaven.

And you were back here…with him.

No…this can’t be happening. It just can’t.

You try to scream, but nothing comes out. 

You want to scream, but you can’t. You push away the hands holding you in place and begin patting your neck, feeling the wound dressed and cleaned. 

This was real. You were alive. 

Your vocal cords are shredded. You can’t scream, can’t let the despair out, can’t breathe or cry.

You can only sit in your own horror, feeling those dark, indigo eyes feeding off your devastation. 

You can feel his eyes on you. Your dry eyes lift and the two of you lock eyes.

Zeke stands off in the corner, arms crossed and eyebrows beaded in anger or resentment and dark circles making his blue shine even more threatening. 

One thing is for certain, he looks so, so dark and you feel the bottomless pit in your stomach grow wider at the thought of what he could be thinking.

Perhaps new ways to hurt you.

The cold blank stare Zeke gives you puts you in panic mode, you know he’s fuming, he’s holding back his anger for your safety. He knows he can’t hurt you right now, you’re still trying to heal.

But after you heal, it’s fair game. He can do whatever he wants to you as long as it doesn’t kill you.

You start opening your mouth to talk, maybe say apologize or plead your case once again. Maybe this time it will do something, but you can’t speak, pain shoots through your throat.

It causes you to panic even more, Pieck is trying to calm you down and keep you from moving around too much. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” She coos. “Calm down it’s okay, you can’t talk right now because of your throat. It will heal you just need some more time.” She’s says in a soft, comforting voice. 

That isn’t what’s scaring you though. Far from it. It’s Zeke, his calm demeanor suffocated you in your bed, robbing you of breath you desperately wish you had.

You are terrified. In absolute hysteria and disarray, unable to grasp anything happening before you, including the words being spoken to you by Pieck. She rubs your arms sensually, shushing your cries and trying very hard to keep you somewhat calm. 

But that seems to be an impossible task.

Your eyes never leave his, you want to get away from him for just a second. You aren’t sure what to say or do to change the situation.

You need to breathe, or cry, or scream but you’ve been robbed of your ability to do any of it.

You look at Pieck for help, searching for the empathy you’d seen in her eyes briefly before…hoping to find it again. 

Her eyes fall when she sees the state you’re in. She understands your plea, and takes action. She can’t save you from this hell, but she can do her best to make sure you’re comfortable right now.

Pieck casts her attention to the side, “Zeke can you leave for a minute please? She’s clearly confused and needs time to process everything.”

“I do not care about her needs. Why should she be permitted to-“

“She’s going to tear the stitching on her neck if you frighten her too much. And unless you want to spend the next few hours cleaning the blood and redressing the wound, I suggest you give her some alone time.”

He doesn’t respond, and his eyes never lift from yours. The fun he had been having upon seeing your fear clearly gone now. 

Without saying another word, he turns and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him and making you flinch violently.

“I'm sorry!” Pieck says as she attempts to keep from holding you down.

She sighs when you calm down from your frantic state, but still feels the way you shake in your bed. 

“Is that better? Did that help a little?” She asks, and you can only nod your tired head to respond. Hot tears fall down your face.

She moves herself up on the bed and pulls you in and holds you close, “I’m sorry, I had to save you. I wanted to let you die but Zeke wouldn’t let that happen.”

You cry even harder at the words she spoke. 

“You did die at one point but Zeke brought you back, I think he could tell that I wasn’t trying my hardest so he took over and got your heart beating again.” 

She knew you couldn’t talk so she updated you about everything you wanted to ask. You finally pulled away from her and looked at her confused. 

Why would he try so hard to save someone like you? You weren’t important, you didn’t have valuable information. Just about your captain and it’s not like it’s worth saving your life over. 

“It’s just so out of character for him to do this for someone, I’m just as confused as you are.” 

You studied her face and she looked like she was telling the truth, why would she have any reason to lie to you.

“I asked him why he wanted you alive so badly…the only thing he said to me was he wasn’t done with you yet.”

Your eyes go wide from terror, you only have a single piece of information, and it’s not even that good, Zeke knows that. 

The second your whole squad got killed your captain would have left for backup. Anyone would have, Zeke knew that from the start. So why try so hard and keep me alive? Will you ever get the answer to that question?

He wants something else, but what could it be? You thought to yourself, what else could you give this monster that he hasn’t already taken from you.

“I know I thought it was strange too.” Pieck said, agreeing with your bewildered expression.

You begin to look around the room and then back to Pieck, it’s like she can read your mind and she speaks again. “You’re in one of Zeke’s guest bedrooms, this is where you’ll be staying from now on. I got him to put you here instead of the basement this time.” She gave you a soft smile. 

You look down to your lap and take a deep breath in and slowly exhale, you are sad and so heartbroken. Jean and Sasha were right there, you were close to happiness and Zeke snatched that all away from you once again. 

He always seems to get what he wants somehow, so why do you continue to fight him? Should you just tell him what he wants to know? All of this would be over with but then you would give him another win, and another loss for you.

You still can’t give that up, so you’re not as broken as you might have thought. 

Not yet at least. 

“Hey, are you hungry? I can warm up some soup for you if you want.” Pieck snapped you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head yes. 

“Okay I’ll be right back, please don’t do anything else that could potentially kill you again. Zeke already wants you to watch twenty four seven now, but I think you need some alone time…So if I do this for you, do that one thing for me.” 

You nod your head again showing her you understand and that you wouldn’t try anything. She gave you a half smile and walked out shutting and locking the door behind her.

You’d probably fail anyways like you always do. You somehow always make everything worse for yourself, you always have. You weren’t sure how you failed. You thought you had cut deep enough…

Maybe if you pressed a little harder you wouldn’t be here. Maybe you hesitated a little bit, maybe you were indecisive and you made the decision to live subconsciously.

You can’t quite remember.

The only thing you can recall is Zeke’s horrified face staring down at you, confused and angry. And you remember feeling happy. 

How ironic, as you bled out you’d never felt more alive. 

You proved him wrong, you had to. You couldn’t show him any more weakness. If you didn’t do it he would have laughed in your face, and your punishment would have been worse than what you’re feeling now. 

But what’s he going to do now, at least you would have maybe another week to heal, you’ve already been out for one week. 

Last time he gave you only two weeks so maybe he’ll give that to you again… but the longer he waits the harsher the punishment will be most likely.

You really pissed him off this time, he almost lost to you again. If you’re such an inconvenience why doesn’t he just get rid of you? Why keep you around if you’re such a headache for him? It just doesn’t make any sense.

You were unsure just how much time passed by, you had stayed in one spot, detached from reality and trapped in your fucked up head. 

You overthink everything.

Things you could have done differently. Things you did. Things you said. Acting too rashly. Acting cowardly when cornered. 

All of this was your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. All your fault. Yourfaultyourfaultyourfault

One thought being toppled and bombarded by a dozen more. And it swarms like mounds of butterflies and moths sucking your decayed flesh.

You were so close to death. How could you mess up so badly?

The door handle turns gently, the person on the other side trying to be as silent as possible. It doesn’t go unnoticed, and you’re snapped from your emotional trance. 

Your breathing picks up and the vitals on the screen begin to quicken, signaling your distress.

Pieck piles into the room clumsily, hoping that her presence might relax you. “Hey, it’s all okay, it’s just me.” 

Hearing that voice, and her warm smile made you relax slightly, knowing Zeke isn’t opening that door and coming for you.

She walked carefully with the bowl of soup, you see the steam coming off, you stretch your neck to see what kind she had brought you. 

“Baked potato soup! I put some cheese and bacon bits on it for you, I made it last night.”

You flashed a quick smile and nodded your head slightly to say thank you, since your voice still isn’t coming out without it being painful.

She hands you the tray it has a side of French bread next to it so you can dip it in your soup. 

It looks beautiful. But it’s wasted on you.

“I’m not sure if you can eat the bread so you can try, but make sure you chew it nice and good before swallowing, I don’t want you to damage your throat more than it already is.” 

You looked up and nodded your head at her showing her you understand, then you began eating. 

You haven’t had real food in a week, only a liquid diet to keep you alive. You didn’t even look up once you ate the whole thing and drank all the water she had set on the tray for you. 

“Wow, that was fast.” She giggled, taking the empty tray from you. You can only give a sad smile.

Pieck clears her throat to speak.

“So…did you like the soup?”

You nod graciously, “I can tell. You ate that quicker than the boys do after long missions. You must have had a big appetite back in Eldia.”

You say nothing. You can tell she’s just trying to alleviate the tension and make you feel better, but it isn’t working. 

“I’m sure you miss it.”

You did. You missed your home so badly, you missed the people you had gotten to know and care for. You miss eating with Sasha and training with Jean. 

“Do you think…I’ll get to see it again?” You croak, surprising yourself with how horrible you sounded even after healing all this time.

Pieck’s eyebrows furrow, and she shifts her gaze away from you and to the nearby window. “I’m not sure. I hope so, for your sake.”

You’re grateful for her honesty, it makes you believe that you could truly have an ally in this dreadful place.

“I hope so too.” You say, eyes too turning to watch the outside world from the window. The sun had made its descent from the sky and the moon took its place over the manor.

She stayed quiet for a minute just watching you looking out the window. “ I can’t get you out of here, but you might be able to do it yourself.” 

You snapped your head towards her direction in confusion, “what do you mean? I’ve tried getting myself out of here, nothing has worked so far.”

“What I mean is, Zeke has an interest in you. If you’re able to use that to your advantage to gain some wiggle room, he will allow you to have some kind of freedom.”

Pieck approached the bed as she spoke, standing beside you and never breaking eye contact. “You have to make him trust you, be nicer to him and do what he says. It just might work out in your favor, and you’ll be given more freedom here.”

“I don’t know how to do that.” You said, your head falling to the floor “Zeke is so evil, and it’s difficult for me to even be in the same room as him without panicking. How can I be nicer to him?” 

Pieck put a hand on your shoulder, “ you’re a beautiful woman, use that to your advantage.”

You turned back towards the window, you knew exactly what she meant by that, and that’s the last you want to give Zeke. She could tell she had upset you so she stopped talking about the subject.

“I came here to see you and to check up on you, but you need to rest now.”

You nod and she leans over and puts another  gentle hand on your arm. The contact nearly makes you flinch, but you surprisingly lean into the touch. “Please try to stay out of trouble.”

She pulls away and makes for the door, flipping the light switch and leaving you in darkness, much like she had done when you were in the basement.

“Goodnight, (N).”

“Goodnight, Pieck.” You rasp, hoping she heard you.

Then the door shuts, you move from the window back to your bed and try to calm yourself down enough to sleep. 

Please just let me sleep, just for tonight…

A small popping noise shakes you from your dreamless sleep. You’re laying on your back to avoid strain on your neck, and your eyes open to glare at the smooth ceiling above.

Burning fills your nostrils and you cringe from the putrid odor. That’s strange…

You sit up, dreary and unable to shift your focus to make out anything in the room around you. It’s still unfamiliar and you know that if you tried to stand now, you’d probably knock something over.

You freeze when you hear the cracking sound again, followed by a tiny orange and red glow illuminating in front of you

Is that a…cigarette?

Your silent question is answered when smoke pours into your face and your blood runs ice cold when you hear a long, drawn out exhale. 

“Zeke-“ you cry, trying to back up far into the headboard to create distance. He reclines back in the chair at the foot of your bed, his left leg resting carelessly over his knee. Zeke is dragging on his cigarette in an eerie silence that leaves you terribly unsettled. 

“What are you doing!?” You yell, shocking yourself with your own voice sounding so loud. 

“Did the smoke wake you?” Zeke says standing up now that you’re awake, “It’s a terrible habit, really.” He peers down at the cigarette then back to you.

Only the moonlight shining off his glasses and those waves of blonde hair are the only things you can tether in the darkness.

“Were you…watching me sleep?”

“Is there a problem with that? Obviously someone’s gotta watch you at all times, considering your little episode last week.”

You definitely didn’t like the idea of having 24/7 guarding from Zeke. You hated even being in the same room with him. But to be alone with him all the time? You aren’t sure your broken body could take it.

“That little stunt you did for attention, may have worked for a short while, you might’ve gotten yourself out of the basement. But it’s only temporary, my dear. Soon enough, you’ll be mine again. Right back where you belong, beneath me for the rest of your life.”

He speaks as he approaches the side of your bed, still holding the cigarette close to his face. 

He lowers himself to your mattress to sit beside your body and he takes another long draw of his cigarette, blowing it out into your face. 

“That is- I…I didn’t mean to- to-“ you try, but cannot complete your sentence.

You’re terrified of what that sentence could imply. Beneath him? In the basement, no doubt.

But what if he meant something else?

Something…you don’t even want to think like that.

Zeke is doing this for information. He couldn’t gain information from doing…that. It wouldn’t happen.

But you can’t stop the way your heart skips a few anxious beats upon thinking that way.

But despite your fear and uncertainty, you must get answers. You need to know why he’s kept you around this long.

He twists his body to face you, not speaking and taking another hit of his light.

“Zeke…tell me…

“Tell you what, dear?” He says with fake kindness prominent in his voice.

“Why did you save me?”

The tenderness behind your tone must’ve surprised him, he was probably expecting you to snap at him. 

It takes him a moment to answer, but when he does, it isn’t the answer you were expecting. Nor was it the answer you hoped for.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

You aren’t sure what to make of that. You were hoping he’d give you an actual, attainable reason for keeping you alive. 

To gain information.

To trade you.

To make you a soldier.

You didn’t get any of these. Nothing that you could ponder and work toward, hoping to one day gain freedom if you were successful with your goal. He gave you no goal.

Gave you nothing to go off of.

You were kept alive…for pure entertainment alone probably. And you couldn’t work off that. Couldn’t use that to your advantage. Couldn’t find wiggle room.

You’re speechless. And he probably enjoys that. Zeke leans forward and puts out the cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the table next to the bed. 

Zeke turns his body towards you and leans in close pushing some hair back behind your ear, you flinch and push yourself deeper into the mattress trying to get away from him.

“All you have to do is tell me the information I want to know. And then…only then will I consider taking your pathetic, little life. And if I do, it’ll be by my hands alone. You will not let yourself get killed by anyone else, nor will you kill yourself. You are going to live to see yourself lost. To me.”

He leans in to give you a simple kiss to the forehead; but it’s anything but.

It’s a promise.

A promise that you will not escape him. No matter how hard you fight, or how determined you may be.

He was always going to be here. Waiting. Watching you. Hurting you. There is nothing you can do. 

You have no hope.

Nothing left to cling to. Nothing left at all. 

He puts a finger under your chin to lift your face up to look at the wound you created. Zeke then takes his finger and softly drags it across the stitching causing you to have tiny goosebumps. You stay still letting him do whatever as long as it’s not hurting you.

“You know you really pissed me off when you did this to yourself.” His finger nail nicked one of your stitches causing you to yelp out in pain. a smidge of blood pooled around one of your stitches. 

You tried to scoot away from him in the bed but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. He throws one leg over you and traps you beneath him grabbing both wrists and holding them down hard enough to bruise. 

Your heart begins pounding and you quickly try and say something, “ Ze-“ you try to get out but he quickly cuts you off. 

“But, it got me thinking…” he leans into your neck, his lips brushing just above the cut on your neck as he speaks,” you’re a little masochist, aren’t you?” You feel his mouth curve into a smile on your skin, his hot breath send chills down your spine. 

You feel his wet tongue glide across your healing wound, he licks the blood off of your neck that he made with his nail, “do you want to see what you taste like?” 

“No please, don’t.”  you cry out but he doesn’t care about what you want obviously. Zeke leans down pressing his lips into yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth, down your throat and a metallic flavor fills your mouth. You bite his lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood, hoping it will get him to pull away.

The plan works but not how you wanted it to, he pulls away from you smiling a luxurious grin, you see some red smeared on his perfect white teeth, he’s gazing down at you with a small amount of red liquid dripping down to his chin, “what's wrong? I think you taste so good, you don’t think so?” 

He takes his thumb and wipes the blood off of his bottom lip and chin, he examines it trickling down his finger. His deep blue eyes fall back to you he lowers his thumb to your lips, “clean that up for me.” 

You flinch away and turn your head to the side, smearing some of it on your lips and face. You whine at him not wanting to open your mouth, but he grabs your face and pinches cheeks forcing you to open your mouth for him. He slides his thumb in your mouth rubbing the blood all over your tongue making you taste every last drop of him.

You gag and cough at the thought of someone else’s blood entering your mouth. You try to pry your face from his hands but it only makes him squeeze even harder. 

You grab, pull and scratch at his hands but you are so weak from everything you can’t make him stop, you couldn’t even hurt him if you wanted to.

“What’s wrong you don’t remember taking a chunk out of my neck the first time we met, you wanted to taste me then. Why not now?” He titled his head and gave an ominous expression. 

He takes his thumb out of your mouth giving you some relief, but you still have a distinct metal flavor lingering no matter how many times you swallow. 

You know asking him to stop won’t do any good, but you can’t help it. Maybe he will get annoyed with you and leave you alone. Or would it do the complete opposite, you seem to be making the wrong decisions every time you speak or do anything. 

You decided to stay silent and hold back your sobs but tears still roll down your face. 

He sits up enough to grab your tank top with two hands and begins ripping it down the middle, degrading you some more. You gasp at the sudden action and your hands go up to your bare chest trying to shield yourself from him seeing anything. 

Zeke snatches up your wrist again and holds them down so he can get a good look at your body. You can tell he likes what he sees by the hungry look on his face. 

“What do you think you’re doing? Never cover yourself from me.”

“I’m… I’m so- sorry, please don’t do this please, you, can do anything else you wan-“

you couldn’t finish your sentence because you were crying too hard to even think of words to say. 

He is about to rape you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it but cry. 

He can’t be your first time, not him. Anyone but him. Please someone save you, you pray over and over again.

He starts to kiss along your collarbone, meeting in between the two bones. He continues kissing and sucking all the way down the middle of your chest, getting closer and closer to your breasts. 

“Zeke! Stop please, stop.” You cried out again, he was going somewhere that you’ve never let anyone go before. He was invading your space too much and it made you feel so uncomfortably hot. You begin to wiggle below him. 

He stopped and looked up at you, and you back at him, “you didn’t even cry this hard when I was whipping you, what’s your deal huh? Are you a virgin?” His lips curve into a wicked smile.

Your cheeks burn.

You didn’t want to answer him, you couldn’t find the answer. That was something very private and he didn’t need to know. Your face is hot from the shame of even talking about this with someone like him.

He took your silence as a yes, “wow, that’s incredibly sad, (N).” He continued working his way down to your breast, sucking and biting, making you whine and struggle some more. 

“If you just stay fucking still, you might actually enjoy this.” He gripped your wrists harder as a warning. 

He lowers his head.

Zeke twirls your nipple with his tongue, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to stay as still as you can for him. You feel his teeth brushing up against it, it makes you jerk a little, scaring you. 

You hear him give a little chuckle and continue. His left hand releases your wrist and slides up to your other breast massaging it, playing with your other nipple pinching gently between his fingers.

He then switched his mouth to the other one and his other hand released your other wrist, kneading the other breast.  

You grab a fist full of the sheets with your free hands, cooling the rapid rise and fall of your chest. You don’t want to admit that his mouth felt amazing, that this evil man who treats you so horribly, could make you feel so good, even without trying.

He could tell that you were enjoying it, Zeke knows you’re just too shy to show it, he knows he’s making you wet just by playing with your breast. 

You try to hold back the noises coming from you, but little ones escape your mouth. 

You don’t want to think like this about Zeke but you can’t help it. You wanted him, it’s the only thing you can think about now, you want his hands all over your body, touching you to relieve you of this sexual feeling you have building up. 

One of his hands slowly drags down to your stomach, trailing the tips against your pimpled skin and making you shiver soundly. 

His fingers crept lower until they barely brushed up against your vagina, you almost whined at him passing it by, but you held it in. 

His left hand lands beside your head holding himself up with one hand, his face is close to yours. His lips are close but not touching his eyes are filled with lust. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He leaned down and forced you to kiss him again. 

You begin to hear the metal of his belt buckle undoing. The noises snap you out of your clouded sexual thoughts and you try to push him off of you again.

You don’t want him to do these things to you…do you? No! No you don’t want him! What were you thinking, what is wrong with you! 

A loud ringing fills the quiet room, and Zeke pulls away from your lips and he stops messing with his belt and reaches in his back pocket, pulling out his phone to see who’s calling him. 

He sighs when he pulls the phone to his face to see who’s calling. “I have to take this call, finish taking my belt off for me.” Zeke sat up on his knees with you in between them. 

You slowly sat up, your shaking hands reached for his belt and began undoing it. 

“Hello?” He answered with an attitude. 

He continued to watch you while he was on the phone. 

You look up at him, you hear a man on the other line talking to Zeke but you can’t make out what he is saying. 

Zeke takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, “are you fucking kidding me Eren, alright I’ll be there in a minute… you know you have impeccable timing. Bye.” You heard a hint of sarcasm and anger in his voice. 

Your heart jumps out of your chest with excitement, he’s leaving. You heard that much. You drop your hands from his waist. 

He begins doing his belt back up, you stayed still and quite waiting for him to finally leave you. 

You didn’t notice yourself smirking a little out of pure joy that you will be able to get some sleep and this night will be over already. 

You hadn’t noticed Zeke watching you, he had stopped messing with his belt just observing your reaction to the news. 

His eyes are burning holes in the sides of your faces, you felt it and you looked up at him wiping that stupid smile off your face as fast as you can. 

“Something funny? I’m not sure why you’re so happy.” Zeke’s eyebrows raised waiting for you to answer his question.

“No…” you can’t seem to look Zeke in the eyes, you felt like a child getting yelled at for talking back.

He grabbed your face making you look at him, “then what the fuck are you smiling at?” 

“Nothing, I…I’m sorry I don’t know why…” you say with a shaky voice. 

“Hmm.” Zeke lets go of your face and goes silent, you watch him terrified of what he’s thinking about. 

His hand rises up and swings back and connects with your face. He slapped you so hard across the cheek you yelled out, your body falls back on the bed. 

Your hand came up to hold the part of your face he slapped, hoping it would help ease the throbbing sensation.

“I’m sorry Zeke, I shouldn’t have done that.”you whispered sadly.

He hit you so hard, but you could tell he was holding back some, if he didn’t he couldn’t have really hurt you. That means more time for you to heal and he is a very impatient man. 

Zeke gets up off of your body, finally giving you the space you’ve been begging for. You grab the blanket and pull it over your body so your chest isn’t out anymore. 

Your heart thumps widely as you watch his every move waiting for him to leave. You hope he doesn’t come back tonight. 

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his cigarettes, lighting one. He doesn’t look at you, he throws his head back in annoyance looking up at the ceiling as he blows out the smoke. 

What’s he thinking now? What’s he going to do to you? What’s he going to say to you? You pull your knees up to your chest and pull the blanket closer to your chin. 

You know it won’t protect you from his wrath but it makes you feel safer than being exposed to him. 

He finally speaks to you after a minute of silence, “You cannot understand the pain of having a younger sibling, the pain of having to parent them.” He inhaled another long drag and blew out. 

He walks over to the side table and puts the rest of his cigarette out. “God, it’s exhausting sometimes.” 

You don’t say a word, you just listen. You’re scared to say anything right now, anything could set him off. He is already mad at his brother, you don’t want him taking his anger out on you. 

Zeke shoves his hands in his pockets and his tired eyes meet yours, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Zeke turns around and leaves you.  

You are finally left alone. 

You begin to cry. You know the next time he comes back for you he’ll make sure he doesn’t get interrupted. You don’t know if you can handle that, you should just give up. 

Give him what he wants so you don’t loose the rest of your dignity. Zeke said he would kill you if you told him what he wanted to know. All the pain and suffering would come to an end. 

You laid down and curled up in the bed, you closed your eyes but you just couldn’t fall back asleep, you were too frightened. You laid there for hours just thinking until your brain went numb. 

You weren’t sure how much time passed. You finally sat up resting your back against the headboard, annoyed not able to sleep. 

A loud crash somewhere far off in the house makes you jump. Inaudible yelling fills the hall and you can make out two very distinctive voices.

Zeke was home, and he wasn’t alone. With him, based on the sound of voice it was Eren. 

And they were both mad. You hear Zeke yelling. 

“You are fucking 24 years old, can you be a little more responsible!” 

“I knew I should have called Pieck she would have been less fucking annoying!” You heard Eren yell back. The screaming gets louder as they make their way upstairs.

“You have the founding titan, Eren. You could at least try not to act so recklessly. How many times have I had to step away from my time to bail you out of jail! Think of the family, Eren.”

“You don’t have to bail me out of anything. I can never be imprisoned for more than a night. I’m too valuable for Marley to ever consider locking me away.”

“You’re quite full of yourself considering you got arrested only a few hours ago.”

“You’re lucky I allowed them to take me, I could’ve easily killed everyone there but I chose to be the bigger person. For the family, you know?” Eren says sarcastically, then you hear another door, closer to you this time, slam. A few items on your dress rattle but nothing falls.

Muffled heavy metal music blares from somewhere down the hall, and you can only assume that it’s Eren’s retaliation against his brother.

Zeke seems to loathe the sound. It only takes a few more seconds until one more door slams and shakes the house. 

Finding the motivation to close your eyes and fall back asleep is difficult.

The fear in your veins accompanied by Eren’s obscenely loud music creates a stirring headache that you can’t seem to ignore. You’re kept awake, despite exhaustion wracking every part of your body.

It takes a few excruciatingly long hours to finally enter the first stages of sleep, but it doesn’t seem to do much for your tiredness. You wake a few times from your dreamless sleep to see the sun beginning to rise.

Someone will be here soon to check on you. You pray it’s Pieck.

The sun makes its descent across the orange and pink sky and shines morning light through your curtains. As your eyes flutter to stay awake, a pleasant smelling aroma begins to build in the bedroom.

Pieck enters without knocking, offering a cheerful smile to see you already awake.

“Good morning!”

In her hand is a metal tray with an assortment of food, much like the one she had brought you in the basement. It has the usual fruit cup, fluffy pancakes with powdered sugar and a tiny cup of syrup on the side. Once again, she only brings you plastic cutlery. 

“Pieck, you went all out today! What’s the occasion?”

“Oh nothing. Though I’m sure you heard the commotion last night. Zeke is very upset today, so I’m hoping this will do something to help cool his temper.”

You look from the tray back to Pieck. “What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Pieck sighs before setting the tray on the side table for you and closing the door behind her, quickly eyeballing the hallway to make sure no one was within ear shot.

“Well,” Pieck started, jumping into bed beside you and making herself comfortable. “From what I’ve gathered, by sticking my ear against Zeke’s bedroom door, Eren seems to have lost his temper again and got into a fight…”

Pieck begins, turning herself onto her stomach and placing her face in her hands. Her legs are swaying in the air as she speaks. She looks like an old friend sharing the juice at gossip you’ve ever heard in your life. 

If you weren’t still naked from the waist up, you might’ve been able to offer her your full attention. 

“What kind of fight?” You ask, hoping to carry the conversation on.

“The usual gruff, angry man fight of course. A bar fight.”

You laugh at the judgment in her voice. “Eren seems like the type to get into bar fights.” 

“I hate to say it but that seems to be the usual when it comes to Eren Yeager. He’s never had that touch of patience to him. He’s quick to anger and Zeke is usually the one cleaning up his younger brother's messes.”

You reach for the tray with one hand and the other holding the blanket up to cover yourself. You set it in front of you and try to cut it with one hand so you don’t flash her. 

“So umm how about after you eat, you get in the shower and I’ll get you some fresh clothes. But for now here’s this.” She takes off her jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. 

She turns around so you can have your privacy, “ Okay, I’m done. Thank you Pieck, I feel more comfortable.” You begin to eat the food she had brought you, and it tasted absolutely wonderful. 

You finish everything you had on the plate, and you can tell Pieck enjoyed that. She knew her cooking was good. 

“Thank you, that was incredible!”

“You’re welcome! I’m glad you loved it! Now you go get in the shower while I get you some new clothes.” 

You nod your head and swing your legs off the side of the bed, you try to stand but almost fall. Your legs feel weak from laying so much, Pieck grabs you by the arm ensuring you don’t fall and hurt yourself. 

“You okay?” She gave you a worried look. 

“Yeah I’m fine, I’m sorry. I think I can get it from here.” You stood up on your own now and walked to the bathroom. 

You flip the light on in the bathroom and it’s so much nicer than the one in the basement.  More space, marble countertops, a better shower. You can’t wait to get in now. 

You unzipped Pieck’s jacket and slipped it off your shoulders, you turned away from the mirror not wanting to look at yourself. 

You can’t stand it, the way you look. How weak and pathetic you are. The ugly healing wounds on your body. You hate it, you hate everything about yourself.

You hurry and slip your sweats off along with your underwear and hurry to the shower. 

Once you felt the hot water hit your broken and bruised body you felt so much more relaxed. Your legs are already tired from standing, you feel like you have no energy anymore. 

You sit down on the floor, pushing your knees up to your chest resting your chin on them. This was the most peace you’ve had in a while and you took your sweet time. 

You cleaned yourself with the soap they had in here, which smelled of vanilla. After washing your hair and body you sat there until the water began running cold. You knew it was time, Pieck was probably getting worried. 

You turned the shower off and slid the curtain open. Pieck had snuck in at one point and put some towels and clothes on the sink. You grabbed a fluffy white towel and you wrapped it around your head, the other one around your body. 

After drying off you reached for the fresh clean clothes. She gave you a white tee-shirt and black sweats. Something comfortable, she knew you would want that. 

You hear a light knock on the door and a voice follows right after, “hey, are you alright in there?” It’s Pieck, you can tell by her caring soft voice. 

“Yeah I’ll be out in just a minute, sorry.” You don’t want to go back out there, you know it’s only Pieck but for how much longer. 

When will Zeke show up? You take a deep breath and turn the door handle, swinging the door open. Pieck is sitting on your bed playing with her phone. 

Her eyes shoot up to meet yours, “all finished? Did you have everything you needed?” 

“Yes thank you.” You smiled and walked over the window. It was a beautiful day out, and your stuck inside this room all day, everyday. 

“Do you think he would ever let me outside?” 

You continue to stare out, watching the trees dance in time with the wind. The branches swayed and the birds who had been resting there flew off in many different directions.

They veer off in their own directions, flying far away from sight with no promise of ever returning. What you wouldn’t give to have that chance. 

“Maybe, only time will tell.” She sighed and stood up. “I’ve got some stuff I’ve gotta do today. So stay out of trouble please.”

“Okay.” You wrapped your arms around yourself and leaned against the wall, you continued to watch the outside world like it was your first time seeing it. 

Loud foot sets approach your door and that could only be one person, Zeke. 

You hurry and run to your bed, you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be looking at the window, you were sure if you were even allowed to move from the bed. 

You weren’t sure of anything anymore. 

Zeke opened the door and he looked like he was dressed up for something. 

He’s almost unrecognizable, a completely different aura surrounds him due to the shift in his appearance.

He wears a white button up long sleeve shirt, cufflinks roll at the bottom of his sleeves. The few buttons at the top were left undone, and you could see the hint of blonde chest hair poking through. Black slacks with leather black shoes make him look regal and enticing.

And the usual rowdiness of his blonde hair is gone, he had slicked it back with oil to keep the loose strands out of his face. 

He looks too good, the hint of his pine cologne enthralls you even more. 

In a different universe, you’d gaze at him with perplexed intrigue and nearly swoon when he’d look back at you.

He is also wearing a nice gold chain with a gold simple watch to match to complete the outfit. 

“Good morning (N), did you miss me?” Zeke’s gave a cocky smile and shut the door behind him. 

“Good morning Zeke…” you force yourself to say, you know he wants some kind of response.

“You didn’t answer my question dear. I said, "Did you miss me?” He sits beside you in the bed,  and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

Now unbearably close to him, you nearly pull away again. You don’t, your better judgment urges you to give in.

You nod sadly, “yes.” 

“Awee why so sad, it’s going to be a good day today! Well for me anyways.” Zeke looks down at you like he’s waiting for you to ask him something. 

“Are not going to ask me why I’m having such a good day?” Zeke rolled his eyes and began digging in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out and lights it.

Zeke rest his head on the back of the bed frame and continues to smoke. 

The smoke smelled awful, it burned your nose, you inhaled some of it as he blew out and coughed as it entered your lungs.

“Why are you having a good day?” You ask so you don’t upset him. 

“Well, since you asked!” He puffed on his cigarette some more then continued to talk, “I’m having a business lunch today, and if it goes well I’m going to be making a lot of money off this deal.”  

You stay silent, you’re not sure what he wants from you, maybe just someone to talk to.

“But I have this strange feeling that you’re going to just fuck it up for us somehow.”

His voice nearly makes all the air in your lungs push out. You can feel his grip around your waist growing more intense. Warning you. 

“I need to ask a tiny favor from you. Who am I kidding, I don’t need to ask you anything. I’m telling you. Be a good girl and stay quiet and I’ll allow you some time outside. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you stare out the window. I’m a very perceptive man, so do this one thing right and I will allow it, only with my supervision, of course. Will you do that?”

“Yes, I will.” You replied sadly.

“Good.” Zeke leans down and kisses your forehead. “Now I’ve got to get ready for lunch.” Zeke put out the cigarette and stood up, he walked over to the dresser mirror fixing his shirt, smoothing it down and fixing the ends of his sleeves. 

“I’ll see you later tonight.” Zeke turns around and leaves you. 

That was a first for you, you’ve never seen him in such a good mood. One of the first times he’s left without leaving a scratch on you.

But the last thing he said kept repeating over and over in your head. 

I’ll see you later tonight. 

Memories of last night come pouring into your head, all of the anxiety comes rushing back to you all at once. Your chest feels tight, and you begin to sweat and shiver at the same time. Tears fill your eyes and you look up at the ceiling trying to not let them fall. 

But it fails, they come rushing out like a broken damn. You don’t know if you can handle another night with Zeke. 

The thought of him forcing himself on you makes you want to die more than anything you’ve faced thus far.

It’s the last piece of your dignity, and it’ll be ripped away from you just as brutally as the rest.

You’ve already lost your status, your weapons, and friends soon you’d have nothing left. You could give in to him, give him the information he desperately needs, and maybe he’d take pity on you. 

Perhaps it may even warrant you freedom. 

The doorbell rang through the whole house and it made you jump. You hear Zeke downstairs welcoming his guests. 

“Ah Kirian and Devi! Please come in-“ he sounds gleeful, and so very sweet. Saccharine sweetness in his voice that enrages you because you know it’s a lie.

He puts on a good front.

“-Let me grab your coats.”

“Thank you, Zeke.”

“Yes, you’re so very thoughtful.”

Two unknown voices, one male, one female, meet your ears, and they have prominent accents that you cannot discern. 

You press your ear up to the door to see if you can make out their conversation better.

Voices lower to hushed whispers as they move throughout the house. You only hear 

You sigh in annoyance, you had nothing else to do but eavesdrop and now you can’t even do that. You sit on the floor by the door waiting to see if you can hear anything else.

-Zeke pov-

TWO DAYS AGO

Zeke had been waiting here for over thirty minutes, waiting for the other member of this party to arrive. He had shown up early, and had taken the time to wander through the abandoned building.

What was once a colorful home, now lay barren. The walls sag from years without preserves, and all color from the shredded blinds have been soaked away by the sun. Shards of broken glass, tasseled books and old toys with stuffing loose at the neck decorate the floor below.

He eyeballs the floor, taking in the almost heartbreaking sight. 

Zeke comes to the conclusion that he was standing in some small child’s bedroom. 

A  playroom perhaps? 

There isn’t much else here to clue him in besides the abandoned toys and dried novel covers. 

Only a toy chest with the company name ‘Tybur’, a legacy lost, but not forgotten. Everyone in Marley knew the story of the destruction of the Tybur family, how a wealthy house full of powerful men and women crumpled under the weight of their own faults.

They had chosen to rise up to the Yeager brothers, and found that not even strong family lines could hold their own against the brothers' wrath. They were beaten within a day, and each member of the family was put to death. The last one, Lara Tybur, was ripped apart limb from limb and swallowed whole by the Attack titan, Eren. 

And now no one dared to stand against the Beast and Attack titan. 

This was so many years ago, and Zeke and Eren only grew in strength since then. They had absolutely nothing to fear from the world anymore. 

And yet, Zeke still found himself unsatisfied with life. 

Perhaps unsatisfied wasn’t the right word. He was plenty happy with his position and power. Maybe he was growing stagnant.

Maybe he was bored.

Shuffling off in the distance pulls his attention away from the dreary etching on the desk, and in steps the young man with the same dark purple and gray rings around his eyes. He looks tired. Just like Eren. 

“Raj!” Zeke boasts, approaching the stiff boy as he took in the broken building around him. “So good to see you. So sorry about the locale.”

The boy, Raj, studies the broken down space around him, empty and forlorn, and looks to Zeke with a look that was somehow both curious and disinterested. He hold a black briefcase in his right hand.

“Why this place?” Raj asked, accent shining through his words. He looks around and steps over the dusty artifacts, making sure to avoid them as if the plague itself infested each item.

“Why not here? This is the perfect place to discuss business. After all, this was where my greatest accomplishment came to life. It was at this very mansion that Eren and I took the war hammer titan for our own.”

Zeke stalks the room, arms outstretched in admiration of the mess he made, “And it’s my favorite spot to go for some alone time.”

Raj furrows a brow and watches his former mentor  pace the room. “You truly live up to your reputation, Zeke. You really are a piece of shit.” 

Zeke and Raj smile at one another, an unspoken understanding forms between the two. “And that’s why I’m so fond of your company.” 

Zeke smiles before pressing onto real matters, the reason they’re both here. “Enough with the small talk Raj, I seem to have some clues as to what you want from me. As per your letter, you have some serious dilemma you need my help with?” 

Raj sighs, “My parents, the Singh family, they’re driving our business to the ground. They don’t understand that being beaten by another weaponry company is humiliating for all of us. We were the top company for many great years, and our profits showed that. But now, we’re barely making half of what we used to earn. And my parents don’t seem to care, they aren’t fighting for their spot in number one anymore…”

“…And I think it’s time for a change. Out with the old and in with the new. But I can’t touch them because everyone would immediately assume I had something to do with it. That’s why I need you, Zeke. Eliminate my parents and let me take over their business, and I promise I will make it worth your while.”

Raj pops open the briefcase he had in tow to reveal an absurd amount of green stacked on green. It made Zeke’s eyes widen how it almost shimmered. “Do this for me and I will give you $500,000 up front.”

“And when the job is done, you can expect another payment of $500,000 straight to you. So, do we have a deal?” 

Zeke’s chuckles, low and sinisterly, and he says nothing. Only reaching a hand out to his former friend to seal in the contact.

The two shake, a sign of the business deal gone right. 

Raj releases a heavy exhale, “I was almost worried that you would decline my offer. I should’ve known that the great Zeke Yeager would never turn down a chance at fun.”

Zeke laughs dryly, walking side by side with Raj and holding the black briefcase. Raj clears his throat’ “So, what’s new with Zeke Yeager? Still sulking like a loner?” 

“We’ll actually, as of lately I’ve been pretty occupied with some things back at home.” Zeke smirks.

“Hmm, I know that look, it’s a woman isn’t it? They do tend to keep quite busy.” 

“It is a woman.” 

“Did Zeke Yeager actually find a woman worthy enough of him?” Raj teased.

Zeke reaches behind to his back pocket, pulling out his lighter and a single cigarette he carried. 

“We’ll see, she has my interest so far. Let’s see if she can keep it.” Zeke drew off his cigarette as the two exited the broken down house. 

Stepping out from the building, the two are met by their incredibly expensive cars sitting parked side by side. “Sit with me for a second, Zeke.” Raj speaks, nodding to his black sports car. 

The two step inside, and Raj clicks a few buttons on his phone. The car rings, and Raj holds a finger to his lips to silence Zeke. 

“ Hello?”

“Mātā, it’s Raj. I have news for you!”

“Raj, now isn’t the best time. Baba is very busy with fresh orders today-“

“I just had a meeting with Zeke Yeager, and he’s extended an invite to dinner at his mansion. It would be rude to turn him down, especially after he has purchased from our company on more occasions than one.” 

There’s hesitation on the line, Devi not daring to answer her son for a moment.

“I don’t know, there’s something about that man…he frightens me.” 

Zeke’s eyes light up with crazed excitement. 

“Mātā, I’ve grown up with that man. He’s like an older brother to me, you and Baba will be fine. Please go to dinner, enjoy yourselves for once.”

Zeke couldn’t help but feel impressed with the lies pouring from Raj’s mouth. He certainly taught him well. 

Devi sighs on the line, “Alright, we will go. When will he expect us?” 

“In two days, around…one is that okay?” Raj raised his eyebrows towards Zeke like he was asking him and not his mother.

Zeke nodded his head agreeing with the day and time that Raj had set up. 

“Yes, we will be there.” You can tell she didn’t want to go by the tone in her voice, but she didn’t want to be rude either.

“Excellent, Mātā. You will have the best time. I’ll talk to you later.”

Before giving her another chance to speak, he presses the red button on his smartphone to end the call. 

The two men begin their wicked plan.

PRESENT DAY

Laughter fills the dining room as the four sit around the large table. Zeke sits at the head seat, while Kirian sits to his left and Devi sits beside him. Eren sits on the other side of the two, not contributing to the conversation aside from quick huffs.

“So, Raj tells me that you guys aren’t doing so well, he says you’re down in profits…”

Kirian clears his throat, and laughs awkwardly, clearly made uncomfortable by the new topic brought up by Zeke. 

“You know how business goes sometimes. You have ups and you have downs. It’s just the way it goes sometimes.” Kirian says.

“You’ve been on a downward decline for the past few years, haven’t you, Kirian?” Zeke questions, and it seems to catch Kirian off guard. 

Something about the way he had said it proved that Zeke did not intend for it to sound like playful banter. 

“Now Zeke. You’ve barely had anything to drink. Why the sudden hostility?” Kirian jokes, trying to lighten the dampening mood. 

Devi cuts in, “I’m sure Mr. Yeager was only kidding, dear. I’m sure he’s well aware that you and I have no plans of forfeiting ownership of our business.” She said, matter-of-factly and glaring Zeke down, ensuring that her point got across.

“That’s a shame, really. You two have such a promising business, I’d hate to see it burn to the ground simply because you’re are too proud to accept change. It’s true that you have the skills to be great, but skill alone doesn’t get you far in this world. You must have the drive too, which you clearly lack.”

“Zeke, I don’t understand where all this I-“

“I think it’s time to let someone new take over. You don’t seem to have the passion to want to succeed anymore. Obviously or we wouldn’t be having this conversation now would we?”

“Did Raj put you up to this? Is this meant to be some kind of prank?!” Devi yelled out, drawing all attention to her anger.

Zeke chuckles wildly, finding her outburst to be quite amusing. “We spoke briefly. He filled me all in about the terrible decisions you two have been making. And I am absolutely appalled. You’d risk your company's future in order to remain neutral. It’s sad, really.”

“Very sad.” Eren speaks finally, having only been sitting in silence acting as the observer til now. “When someone is trying to take your place in this world, you never back down. You fight, you show your strength. If you can’t even do that, you shouldn’t even be alive.”

The tension is thick for a moment, Devi and Eren staring needles into each other waiting for the next one to speak. They’re surprised when the thick air is cleared by Kirian laughing absurdly.

“This has been fun, boys. Quite a great joke for us oldsters. You two really know how to keep the guests on edge.” He says with abundance, hoping it’ll help turn the tide. It seems to settle the mood, for no one speaks for a few more moments.

Not until Zeke stands, lifting his fancy goblet of wine into the air in toast. “To the future!” He calls, and Kirian is the first one to stand to join him, awkwardly shifting from his seat to raise his glass. Eren and Devi don’t bother standing, lifting their own glasses from their seats.

They each throw their heads back to take in the wine. Zeke and Kirian take noticeably longer swigs than their peers.

Zeke sets his glass down a little too hard for Devi’s liking, and she just hopes this horrid dinner will be over soon. She needs to get away. 

“I cannot wait to see what your son does for your business.” 

Something shoots and Devi stands too quickly for her and the others to realize in time. “Please excuse me.” Is all she says before she’s turning away from the dining table and out into the hallway.

“Dev?” Kirian calls out, but she ignores him and continues on. 

“Bathroom is going to be upstairs, down the hall and to the left!” Zeke calls, and Devi doesn’t answer. She needs time alone to think. She knew coming here was a bad idea. Zeke Yeager wasn’t normal by any means, and her husband was too blind to see the things she did.

Kirian cared more about a friendship with a wealthy man than his wife’s safety. 

POV YOU 

You’ve been lying in this bed for over an eternity. Nothing but silence keeps you company in the empty room. You stare at tan walls, looking for something to keep your mind occupied.

The commotion happening downstairs had long since died down, and for the past few hours you’d heard not much except echoes of laughter bouncing throughout the house. It would startle you awake every time you tried to rest, so sleep wasn’t an option either.

It wasn’t til hours later that you heard the faintest sound of stairs creaking. Someone was coming up.

And by the sound of the dainty footsteps, it probably wasn’t Zeke. You prayed it wasn’t. 

The floor of the hallway creeks and you listen intently. You stand up and slowly walk to the door and place your ear on it. Your heart nearly drops when you hear the footsteps stop just outside the door.

The metal lock on the other side of the door begins rattling and you flinch yourself away in rushed fear. You back off until you're met with the hard frame of your bed and you stagger slightly.

Within a second, the door swings open to reveal someone you haven’t seen yet. Strangely, a woman. And she’s so different from anyone you’ve seen before. Her skin is dark like espresso, like she’s being raised in the sun. Her black hair reminds you of the darkness in Pieck’s hair, and you can’t help but coo at how soft it looks. 

And her clothing is brightly colored with handmade stitches and a pink lace shawl tying the look together. Gold and ruby red rings on her nose and ears giving her the look of an exquisite god fluttering from heaven. 

She looks beautiful, and her eyes speak very kindly to you. The way they drop upon seeing you; bruised, barely clothed and clearly underfed.

You stay still sitting on the floor looking up at this beautiful woman in front of you. You’re not sure what to say or do. Is this a test? Is Zeke messing with you? He told you to stay quiet and you did just that, and someone still found out. 

Devi seems starstruck. She quickly turned her head to check behind her and back to you, “what the hell is going on!?” She aggressively whispered to you. 

You go to open your mouth, to maybe give her an answer or to ask for help, but nothing comes out of your throat. 

You are terrified your mind shifts to Zeke, he’s going to be so angry with you. She needs to leave, she has to leave now before both of you get punished.

Just as you were about to tell her to leave when you see Zeke approaching the woman from behind, your eyes go wide in fear. Zeke puts his pointer finger to his lips to signal you to be silent. 

“It’s okay, let me help you.” She holds her hands up to show you that she’s not going to harm you.

Your eyes dart from him to her quickly trying to give her a signal that someone’s coming up behind her, but she is too focused on trying to calm you down. She doesn’t hear Zeke behind her.

“You seem to be lost, Dev.” 

Everything stills. The air in the room seemed to have dropped one hundred degrees by the chilling voice.

And your hope shattered into millions of tiny pieces around you. You whimper at the sight in front of you. 

He looked terrifying. His eyes glowered as an animal would. 

Devi gasps harshly and moves to pull herself away from him, but Zeke wraps a large arm around her torso to keep her still. She thrashes in his hold, barring her nails and digging lines into his arms. He voices no pain, he doesn’t even move and tiny lines of steam pour out from her claw marks.

“You Just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Always poking your nose into other people’s business, it’s laughable how hard you have to try to always be right.” Zeke spits, holding unbearably close to her jugular.

“I-I was right about you…Zeke. I always knew what you were capable of.” Devi says, voice wavering as fear and panic take their toll. 

Zeke smiles. “Yes, you were. Do you feel good about yourself?”

“Zeke! You let me go right now! My- my son will know what happened to me, he knows where I’m at!”

Zeke laughed, “Oh Dev…Dev, Dev, Dev. How can someone so intelligent be so… stupid?”

“I beg your pardon?” 

“You’re beloved Raj is the one who wants you dead.” Zeke rest his chin on her head as he hold her in place. 

“You’re lying! My son would never do something so evil!” She continued to scratch at him trying to get him off of her. 

“I don’t believe that you haven’t noticed the way he’s acted all his life? You gave him everything he wanted growing up, but never what he needed. You were barely present in his life, why do you think he was always with me and Eren? Why do you think he’s so hateful? It’s all because of you. You chose to neglect poor Raj. It’s a parent’s responsibility to protect their young. To protect them from the world-“

“Stop! Stop lying! You’re wrong! I loved my boy!” She began crying and yelling. 

“Dev… I don’t like to be called a liar, so I would watch what you say to me. You’re not in a very good position right now.” 

“Kirian! Kirian! Help!” She thrashed around more and more, panicking for her life now. 

“Shhh, Dev, he’s not coming to save you.”

“What have you done with my husband!”

“Let’s listen and find out.”

The room goes silent, all you can hear is the heavy breathing from Dev from trying to escape Zeke’s grasp.

Crashing noises, perhaps glass shattering, echoes throughout the large mansion followed by the shrill sound of a man screaming. From the sound of the pain in his throat, he’s clearly in agony and whatever was happening to him downstairs, you’re grateful you at least don’t have to see it.

But hearing it was almost as bad.

Devi chokes out a mangled cry. She’s whimpering and calling out for something, but you can’t make out her words, too focused on the intense emotion and despair behind those poor man’s cries. It reminds you so much of your own cries of your torture.

Zeke laughs dryly, “You hear that, Devi?! That’s all Eren down there. What do you think he’s doing to him?” 

Another echoing cry and Devi can only shake her head violently, wishing very badly to cover her ears.

“I’m guessing he’s…breaking something! Eren likes doing that.” 

Devi’s legs go weak and her legs buckle, he lets her drop to the floor on her knees, the palms of her hands on the hardwood, Zeke still blocks the doorway with his body. 

You just sit there watching everything unfold in front of you, you want to get up and help her. But you can’t, you’re just as weak as she is, if not more. 

“Why…why are you doing this to us.” She whispered sadly. 

Zeke sighs, “I’ve told you why I’m doing this. You really should learn to listen better. Raj wants you dead.” 

“But why? What did we do so wrong?” She bawled as she heard her husband downstairs yelling in agony and screaming her name. 

“Your business is failing Devi, and it’s embarrassing for your whole family, not just you. He had asked you so kindly to take over the family business, but you and your husband are just too selfish to give it up.” Zeke crouched down putting both hands on the sides of her head and pulled her closer to him.

She cried out, reaching her hands to his trying to pry them off. “Maybe if you actually listened to something other than your own annoying voice you would still be alive… Goodbye Devi.” 

Zeke’s cold blue eyes look up meeting yours, he wants to watch your reaction as he breaks her neck like a twig. 

“Ple-“ was the only scrambled sound Devi could muster. He twisted her head all around quickly, molding her body to his twists without breaking a single sweat in the process. 

Devi was dead.

You gasp at the horrible snapping noise that came from her neck. He dropped her lifeless body to the floor, the thud of her body makes you flinch. Her neck was contorted at an odd angle, and her lifeless eyes boring into you, the stuff nightmares were made of. You could feel your psyche being further chipped away and you’d known that you were going to be plagued by nightmares forever. 

“I thought I told you to be quiet?” Zeke spoke while he pulled Devi's deceased body out of the room. You sat there not even hearing what had said, just thinking about how you’ve gotten another person killed because you couldn’t tell her to leave.

Zeke had finally pulled her body out of the room and he walked back in shutting the door behind him. “I asked you a question (N), answer me now.” 

His brusque voice snapped you out of whatever trance you were in, and you looked up at him still sitting on the floor, “ I… I was quiet. I didn’t make a sound I promise!” You try to defend yourself hoping he will believe you. 

“After your many attempts to escape me, I don't believe you (N). 

You knew he wouldn’t believe you, and why would he. Zeke has no reason to trust you after everything. “She just opened the door, I did everything you asked me Zeke, please I’m sorry!”

You lean forward now on your hands and knees begging him to believe you. “Zeke, I didn't make a sound, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” You kept apologizing hoping he would feel some kind of pity for you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Zeke please believe me I didn’t do anything wrong!” You’re so scared, you don’t know what he’s going to do to you, and you don’t want to find out. Zeke just watches you beg for his apology. You see the corners of his mouth curve into a malicious smile. You can tell he loves this. You on your knees begging for his forgiveness. 

Zeke crouched down to your level, he put a hand underneath your chin lifting your face to meet his gaze. He began wiping some tears off your face with his thumb. “If you’re so sorry, then you need to make it up to me, now don’t you.” 

He let go of your chin and stood up leaving you on the floor. Your head drops back down once he lets it go. You know exactly what he wants, but you don’t want to give that to him. 

Somewhere far away, more screams echo in the room and your senses are overloaded. Zeke begins moving, the echo of his belt loop coming undone and you fear the worst. 

Your heart feels like it’s about to pop out of your chest, the only thing you have left is to tell him what he wants to know. Tell him about your captain, maybe that could save you from him taking the rest of your dignity away. 

“Get up.” You look up at him, his belt is undone and you see the bulge already forming, you look back down at the ground. You don’t want to get up, you don’t want to do this. 

“I said, get up!” 

Before you can get any words out, Zeke bends down and pulls you up from the floor by your wrist. A sudden surge of pain shoots through your wrist and arm from the force, making you yelp out in pain. 

You stand in front of him now legs shaking from fear, “Zeke-“ 

He cuts you off by grabbing your throat, both of your hands grab his wrists trying to pry them off, he pushes you back into the bed making you fall on your back. 

His hand releases your throat and he stands up in between your legs. You try to push yourself away from him with your hands and feet but he grabs your hips, digging his nails into the sides of your ass yanking you back to him. 

Zeke slams both of his hands near your head and leans down his nose almost touching yours, “What’s wrong? I thought you were so sorry (N).”

“I am sorry Zeke, please don’t do this.”

“Well, you’re doing a terrible job at making it up to me.” His finger brushes some hair out of your face gently, suddenly his fingers push your chin to the side exposing your neck to him. Zeke leans down pressing his lips against your skin, he nips and sucks, marking you up. 

His hand slides up your shirt and under your bra grabbing your chest. You just want him off of you, you can’t take another minute of this. You have to tell him now, before this goes any further. 

“Zeke, wait! Please just wait, I'll talk, I’ll tell you what you’ve been waiting to know!” You blurt out, he stops moving and removes his mouth from you, his eyes meet yours.

“Tell me what?” He looked at you confused, and you don’t understand why he looked so lost. He’s been wanting this information for months now, and now he wants to act like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

You began to sob as you talked; you couldn’t help it. “My.. my captain, I’ll give him up if you just kill me already please, I- I can’t do this anymore. Please Zeke just make it stop.”  

“Ohhh, that! Right…Yeah I already know who it is, did I forget to tell you?” He continues to kiss and touch your body. You don’t fight it, you are too much in shock. 

You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, you can’t breathe, you are so angry, and so confused. Why keep you alive? What does he actually want with you, Zeke has already shattered you into a million pieces, what more can he want from you. 

You have nothing else you can give to him but sex, is that all he wants? Is he going to kill you after he rapes you? Or Is he just going to keep you around just to fuck you? 

No, this can’t be happening… 

“What…? You, you already know?” You feel sick to your stomach, it twists and turns as he speaks. 

“Yes.” 

“How long have you known?” You sounded disgusted, and angry with him. You were afraid to get an answer to this question. You weren’t sure how you’re going to react. You began to shake from the adrenaline pumping throughout your body.

Zeke sighed, now getting annoyed with all your talking,“I found out after you had your little episode actually, I had a lot of time on my hands while you were getting your beauty sleep.” 

You don’t think, you just react out of pure rage, you hate this man more than anything in this world. You wish you could make Zeke suffer the way he’s done to you.

Your hand comes flying up, slapping him in the face as hard as you can. “You fucking liar, you said you would kill me once you knew!” You begin to shove and attempt to push his large body off of you. 

His face barely moves when you hit him, and his eyes flash something crazed. His jaw tightens as he flashes a sickeningly crazed, toothy grin. He seems to be enjoying the spurred reaction from you. 

Zeke grabs the underside of your thigh and yanks your body up off the bed and onto your stomach. You attempt to free yourself from the vulnerable position. You grab and claw at the sheets trying to pull yourself away from him.

Zeke brings both of his hands to your hips and tugs you back toward him roughly. Your legs hang off the bed now and it’s your only support besides two hands propping you up. 

“Hmmm I suppose you’re right. I am a liar,” Zeke says slowly, pulling you by your hair up into the air and lowering his head just to get closer to you. “I think I’m going to keep you. Death is too good for a devil like you.”

Zeke’s fingers wrap around your waist band and underwear tugging them both down to your ankles. You don’t fight him anymore, you are sad and in shock to even consider fighting against him anymore. You don’t know what to feel, he’s keeping you for who knows how long now. You are stuck with this vile man, until he doesn’t want you anymore. 

Zeke keeps the pressure on your back to ensure you remain still as he tugs his own pants down, and they fall to a heap on the floor. You keep your head facing away from him, not wanting to see him this way. You heard shuffling behind you and could only assume that his underwear had fallen unceremoniously to the ground beside his pants.

You can feel the hotness from his cock ebbing to your flesh and it makes you shudder. Zeke gathers the spit in his mouth to one side, and brings his fingers up to hack onto them. Spit coats his fingers, and he briskly brings them to your opening. You realize too late what he intended and before you could pull away, he shoves two fingers inside. 

Zeke gasps low to himself upon feeling just how tight you were around his fingers, and he could only wait to feel you hug his cock so perfectly. He laughs, breathy and sweet, loving the way your muscles were tensing with every flick of his fingers. 

He massages your insides, but he does so in a way that leaves you sobbing with intense stimuli that you were not prepared for. It was painful and far too rough for your first penetration. Zeke seemed to play upon this opportunity, moving and twitching his fingers to cause more pain.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You moan discomfort as Zeke drives another finger in, joining the two still buried in you. 

“Yeah tell me how good it feels, slutty girl.”

He begins scissoring your insides and you choke on sobs is intense misery and pain. You’re being stretched far too wide, and you felt close to ripping. Luckily, he changes the motion of his fingers, instead choosing to brush his fingertips against your soft walls. It still hurts, but compared to what he was doing before, it was bearable. 

After repeating this motion over and over, he suddenly pulls his fingers from your body and a slick trail connects to him. He takes a step back and you take the small opportunity to crawl fully onto the bed. You turn yourself over so you’re facing Zeke and you bring your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself to find a sliver of comfort. 

Zeke slowly walked around to the front of the bed, grinning from ear to ear while you could do nothing but cower before him. 

“Your behavior tonight was absolutely unacceptable. I want you to remember that this is all happening because you couldn’t follow my instructions. This is all your fault.” 

Zeke begins pressing himself to the mattress, crawling up agonizingly slow until he’s capturing your body under his own. You fall back onto the pillows, and Zeke straddles you, he places two veiny arms beside both sides of your head and the lack of space makes your head spin.

You feel suffocated beneath his monstrous size, he was filling all your senses and leaving you with nothing left to focus on except for him. 

“Scream if you need to, I love the sound of your voice in pain.”

His hips find their place grounded into you, brushing against your too slick entrance and making you squirm feebly below him. It’s useless, he’s just too big and your heart swells sadly for what’s about to happen.

In one horrid thrust, he forces himself inside of you. He shudders against your body as you swallow him in, your pussy barely resisting him. He wasn’t completely in just yet, but you already felt so warm and homey around him. He smiles as he begins lurching his hips brutally.

You, on the other hand, felt nothing but pure anguish. His agonizingly harsh thrusts, coupled with his sheer max, left you screeching beneath him like an injured bird. 

You wailed, unable to withstand the pain he was currently putting you through. He seemed to hit all the correct spaces inside to leave you clawing at his skin to seek reprieve. Yet the pain from your scratches seemed to stir him up more, his movements quickening and his breathing growing more rugged…and his cock throbbed within you, hot and tantalizing, and you mewled and shook wildly.

“Love those pretty noises you’re making. You must have been so starved for me, you’re moaning like you can’t get enough.”  

His hips continue to slam into you, violently and with little patience to wait and draw the pleasure out. He was not patient, choosing to drag you for all the pain he could as he sought out his release. He wasn’t close to orgasm yet, but seeing the way you screeched under him made him harder by the second. 

“Please!” You cried out, his cock tunneling through you deeply and slamming against your love spot and making little colored dots pop up in your vision.

Your head swam as he continued to abuse that light inside, drawing out pleasure so intensely that you feared you’d sever in half from it. 

You knew that if Zeke continued his pace this way, you’d cum all over him and that was a shame far greater than anything your soul could handle.

“ Please stop, Zeke. Please. I’ll do anything. Please, I'll do anything. I’ll do anythin-“ You cut off your own words when Zeke suddenly begins hammering into your poor body, striking your insides and making the shrillest scream tear from your throat.

You clench your eyes closed and create noises you’d never heard from a human. You’d never felt pain quite like this, and the way Zeke was practically laying on top of you made you choke up on revulsion.

His head was laid beside you, facing your neck and breathing heavy puffs onto your skin. “Feels so good, right? Yeah, I bet it feels - feels so good.” His tongue lapped and nipped at your throat and you shook your head to try to get the morsel away from you. 

He chases your throat, using one of his hands to hold your jaw in place and allowing easier access to your flesh. His tongue snakes all over the side of your neck and brisk teeth travel up behind the shell of your ear, his tongue lapping over the crease and delving deep into your canal. You shake, feeling slimy and the grotesque feeling only worsens when his hips begin to stutter to a halt. 

You raise your gaze to him and search for answers as to why he’s so suddenly withdrawing from you.

“This position is too easy for you.”

He pulled himself out and shuffled himself off of your body. He takes hold of your sore wrists, hiking you off the pillows and closer to his body in the center of the bed.

“I know you can take more.”

You’re sat in a crisscross position as Zeke takes his place back between your legs, pushing back into your low heat and groaning as he’s blanketed in complete warmth. 

He begins bouncing you up and down on his twitching cock.

He keeps both hands on you, one wrapped menacingly around your thighs to propel you up and down on him, the other keeping hold of your neck to further aid your hips on him.

You rise and drop on him repeatedly and the member spearing you open seems to massage all the nerves it hadn’t before. Pain ebbs and blossoms into rapid pleasure, and you begin panicking once more. The new angle is so much deeper, more intimate and way better for you and your impending doom. 

Your orgasm builds even quicker than it was before, and you begin spewing out words just to make noise that wasn’t moaning. Your breasts bounce in his face and he takes one of the nipples into his mouth. He bites on the tender flesh and delivers harsh smacks to your ass. 

“You take me so fucking well . It’s like you were made just for me.” Zeke breathes, still dangerously close to your breasts. 

Time passes, and you find yourself moving in time with him, moving your hips from your own volition as opposed to being directed by Zeke. You sway your hips up and down and let loose cute moans that pleases Zeke beyond words. 

You hate him so much, you hate yourself even more for deriving sick pleasure from rape; but you couldn’t deny that you felt fucking amazing right now. His cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of you effortlessly, like he was right. You had been made to take him, and that thought scares you so badly.

But if that was your fate, so be it. 

At the very least, you could find pleasure for yourself too. 

You push down any and all reserves you might’ve felt before, using all your energy to ride him out. You both chased your own high, and you could tell from how aggressively Zeke was moaning that he was growing closer to his release.

Your legs were burning from the intensity of your movements, but you didn’t stop. You were too close to end it, and Zeke showed no signs of slowing down either. He slammed into you in time with your sinks, and he pressed against your inner bundle of nerves every time he moved. 

Your hearty and erotic cries heighten the whole experience for him, and you move on his cock so wonderfully, that he feels the intense pressure growing hotter and hotter. He throws his head back in pure bliss, dragging you up and down on him without rhythm just to feel your warmth. Zeke repeats these lazy moves, until he finally feels the thin thread stretching farther and farther, til the thread finally stretches to its snap.

He releases a long, satisfied groan of pleasure as he pushes himself all the way in and marks your insides with his white. You feel his release traveling all over inside, but Zeke manages to hit that pleasure spot within you for one final, brutally perfect time, and an orgasm is ripped from you at the same time as him.

You harmonize his moan with your own shrill voice experiencing orgasm of such high intensity. It was intoxicating.

Heavenly, even. Yet so, so heartbreaking for you now that the cloud of arousal had cleared. You realize what you had just done with him. And you loathe yourself for not even attempting to hide your excitement. 

He throbs within you for the last time and you whimper softly, “As much as I would love to stay and go for round two, there’s something important I have to do.”

Zeke slips himself from your body and allows you the space you’d been craving. He lifts himself off the bed, making his way across the room and toward his jeans discarded on the floor. He reaches into the pockets and slivers out his cigarette lighter and something unknown.

“My mother always told me to mark my possessions with a ‘Z’, so everyone would know who it belonged to.” Zeke said, catching you off guard. “That way, I would also know if someone tried to steal my property away, or if I lost it.”

With a flick of his fingers, the unknown item in his hand flipped up to reveal the knife head that had been tucked safely away in the handlebar. 

You’d seen your fair share of switchblades during your time in the bureau, it was the perfect weapon for a man like Zeke, who could conceal its edge when necessary while also having it close by when he needed it.

Your heart quickly begins to beat as Zeke slid across the room to you, the glint of the blade menacing and threatening beyond words. 

“Zeke, please! Don’t do this!” You shout, backing away from him and traveling up the bed to the safety of the blankets again. Before you know it, Zeke is at your side and greedily pulling your arm to rest against the cool counter of your nightstand.

He uses one hand to hold you down at the wrist, making your arm lay perfectly flat against the countertop. You give a few meaningless tugs, hoping to snap your arm away from him before any damage could be done.

But it doesn’t work, he’s too strong and his entire hand perfectly wraps around your aching wrist. You had never stood a chance against him, and you begin hyperventilating when the cold edge of the blade meets your skin. He positions the blade just below the crease of your upper arm and makes the first small incision on you.

Your wails fill the small room and you give a few abhorrent tugs again, but to no avail. However, in your panic, you had managed to make it difficult for Zeke to line up for the next cut. “ Stop . Struggling .” Zeke warned between hissed teeth, but you couldn’t. You felt the blade make its second incision and you went berserk. You fought against him to free yourself, screaming and jerking your arm in order to let the pain out.

 “STAY STILL!” Zeke roars, grabbing your neck and abruptly slamming the back of your head onto the headboard, causing fresh pain to erupt in your skull. Your vision goes white as you struggle to find your focus, and Zeke takes the moment to press the knife against you again.

He makes a few more quick marks on your body and you can only emit a high-pitch squeal, and you lose all fight you had before. You sit there, sobbing, accepting your fate and allowing Zeke to continue with his work. 

He runs the blade in quick zips, and you feel many small lines being etched into you. You’re too sick to your stomach to look at what he’s doing, so you keep your eyes closed, hoping that he'll be done soon.

He steps back to admire the work he made on you. Thin lines of blood run from the wound, and he uses the thin fabric of the sheets below to wipe away the blood and make you flinch from his unnecessary roughness.

“Now everyone will know who owns you.” He releases his iron grip on your wrist and you lift your arm up to see what he had done.

Underneath the crease of you arm, etched deep into your skin, swollen red and weeping blood, was a single letter that proved complete and total ownership over you. Complete, never to be questioned or forgotten.

He had etched his first initial, the Z of Zeke. Just like this mother had told him to do with everything else he owned. You were his, the Z proved that. 

Zeke stands off of you and begins lazily redressing himself, covering his body and signaling his soon departure. He only buttoned his shirt up halfway, leaving the loose strands of his chest hair poking free. 

He releases a happy, content sigh. “I thoroughly enjoyed that, (N).” He states, stretching his muscles out for a few moments.

“I need to deal with those bodies outside. Cutting up limbs can take forever, so I better get started now.”

Zeke approaches you, still sprawled on the bed, and gently pushes the back of your head toward him, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your hair. 

He leans down to your ear, “I might see you later tonight.” Zeke nips at your earlobe and pulls on it roughly. His hand slowly drops from the back of your head and he pulls away. 

Zeke makes his way to the door, swinging it open to reveal the dim hallway lit up by the light pouring from your bedroom.

Your heart swells sadly when you see the woman from before, Devi, the one who had wanted to help you, on the ground.

Her lower body was hidden behind the door frame, and only her neck and head were on display for you. She was on her stomach, arms thrown out in different directions. 

The skin around her neck was swollen, dark handprints decorating the flesh. And her head was contorted, facing the opposite way from what it should be. Zeke had been successful in twisting her neck to a full 180 degree angle. Even when murdering someone in the most horrible way, he still did everything perfectly. 

Her face was the scene of abject horror. Before she hadn’t had any flaws, and now her eyes were bloodshot and bulging from her skull. They looked close to springing out and onto the floor, and you prayed for your sake that it wouldn’t happen. You aren’t sure you could handle that.

Zeke made a noise of disgust, carefully stepping over the body, not out of respect but rather to avoid dirtying his shoe. 

“Bye, das Schätzchen.” Zeke gives you a playful wink. 

The door slams shut behind Zeke, and you hear the heavy locks click back into place. You were barred in again, but you couldn’t be more grateful for the peace right now. You need to think everything over, you need to decide where you go from here.

You hated this man more than anything, but being his prisoner was so much worse than being his…wife? Toy? You weren’t even sure what you were to Zeke.

All you know is that Zeke had chosen you. He had taken the time in keeping you alive, and carefully signed his name onto you to make sure you and everyone knew. 

You stare at the marking on your arm, feeling melancholy for your situation. You don’t want to give in to him, but between being hurt in new ways everyday or being kind to Zeke, you knew the better answer. It was your only chance to survive.

You place your face in your head and cry, feeling so much guilt for everyone you had gotten hurt or killed. You don’t understand why Zeke had massacred everything around him, except you. Devi, Sasha, Jean…soon, your commander too. You’d be spared, as much as you couldn’t stand living this life, as much as you wanted freedom in death, you had been offered life. 

You owed it to those you’d left behind to continue living. 

So you could play by Zeke’s rules. You could be the good girl he always wanted, the good girl he never had. And maybe, you could climb your way up out of this mess. Maybe you could take back your power through Zeke. 

Starting tomorrow, you were going to do everything Zeke wanted. You wouldn’t fight him, or plead. You’d make him see that you could be trusted, and perhaps you could gain more from life than the bleak nothingness you were living. 

You wiped away the few tears running from your eyes, and laid back to get some much needed rest. You were going to have a long day tomorrow.

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You had been tossing and turning all night long, your body hurt everywhere from the abuse you endured last night. There was no comfortable position that didn’t end up hurting you after a while. You rolled over on your side holding a pillow close to you, finally you found that perfect spot, you closed your eyes attempting to get some kind of sleep. It was quiet, almost peaceful, but you know that perfect silence will be broken soon. The light from the window indicates that someone will be coming for you.

Is Zeke coming back for you just like he said he would, your body becomes tense again, the pain intensifies once more. You curl up into a ball holding a pillow to your bare chest for some kind of comfort. 

You hope it will be Pieck, Zeke is the last person that you wanted to see right now. You're not sure if you can take another minute with him. You’re so angry. He took the one thing you begged him not to take, he had all of the informant he wanted and yet he still wants to keep you around and torture you. He was a truly fucked up person, and you were even more fucked up for enjoying what he had done to you.

You cringe at yourself while memories of last night come flowing back into your mind. You’re so embarrassed, and ashamed of how you acted with him, he made you hurt but feel amazing at the same time. How was that even possible, you hated this man with everything in you. 

It’s like someone was listening to your thoughts, the locks begin to rattle on the other side of the door, breaking the perfect silence you needed. Your heart sinks, you’re not sure if you can take anymore from him right now. You feel so defeated, you look down at the Z carved in your arm. It will be there forever, I will be here forever, you think to yourself tracing the Z lightly enough not to hurt it. 

Someone had finally opened the door, the footsteps sounded lighter, it had to be Pieck. Her footsteps were light and delicate compared to the men around here. You closed your eyes and kept them shut, she had entered the room touching your shoulder and slightly shaking you awake. You slowly pried open your tired swollen eyes once again, you sat up with your back facing Pieck and pulled the covers over your chest so you didn’t flash her. 

You didn’t have the energy to put more clothes back on from last night, but now you regret not getting them back on. You laid there naked, the only covering you had was the blanket. You felt so vulnerable without any clothes. 

“Good morning, I’ve brought you breakfast.” She sets the tray of food down on the table next to you. 

 “How are you feeling?” She said awkwardly, seeing that you're naked she put it together what had happened to you without you saying a word. 

“I’m okay.” Is all you could say, you’re really not okay but what can she do to make you feel better, absolutely nothing. So what was the point telling her anything about how you were feeling. 

She reached for your hand and held it, “ I’m sorry he was so harsh with you, just hang in there it will get easier I promise.”

“How do you know?” You questioned her.

“I’ve known Zeke for some time now, and he’s a very lonely person. It doesn’t matter who you are, we all need to be loved. Once he feels that from you I’m sure he’ll treat you differently.”

“I don’t know how to do that.” You say, shaking your head. “I hate him so much and I can’t do a damn thing about it!”

“Well for a start, stop being so stubborn and give in to what he wants. Obey him.”

“That’s a lot harder than it looks, Pieck! I get so frustrated and I just snap, I want to kill him. I want him to suffer the way I have.” 

“I know it’s hard, sometimes I wish there was something I could do for you, but all I can do is make you comfortable.” You saw her eyes sadden when she looked at you.

That sad look in her eyes gave you hope that she might actually cave and help you get out of this hell hole. You hold the blanket with one arm to keep your chest covered and the other one reaches out and grabs Pieck’s shoulder firmly but not harshly.

 “But there is something you could do! You could help me escape Pieck. I know you want to, I see it in your eyes everytime you look at me…please just help me.” Tears build in your eyes, you just want to leave here, and you’re so close to convincing her to help you.

She was quiet for a moment, she reached for your hand and placed it on top of yours, Pieck let’s put a soft defeated sigh, “I do want to help you, but I’m just as scared of Zeke as you are. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to suffer. So I learned how to adapt, just like you should.”

All the hope you had was ripped away from you as Pieck spoke. You weren’t even angry at her because you understood the wrath of Zeke. He is a terrifying human being and you couldn’t blame her for being scared. Your hand slid off her shoulder back to support the blanket, you were so defeated and depressed.

Pieck broke the silence and continued talking, “he's a cocky fucking asshole but you need to be smart about this, bite your tongue and shut up, you are a soldier you know how to follow orders!”

You wanted to say something to her but couldn’t find the words just yet so you stayed quiet for a minute, soaking in the words Pieck spoke. You were appalled by what she had said, and you didn’t try to hide your anger.

“If this was you, would you do it? Would you pretend to love someone you don’t? Would you sacrifice everything you have just to live another day?” You felt the rage boiling inside you, how could she ever propose giving in to that horrible monster? 

How could she even talk to you this way after everything that happened? 

“No I wouldn’t want to, I would have tried everything in my power to try and escape before trying to fuck my way out of it!” She sighed a heavy sigh once again, and continued talking. 

You can tell she was searching for the right things to say to you to make you feel somewhat better, but you're not sure if her saying anything could make you feel better.

“No one else can save us. No one saved me, so I grew a pair and saved myself. I know you can do it too, you’re the badass Eldian that almost took out Zeke fucking Yeager.” She winked at you and pulled you in for a hug.

It was something you weren’t expecting, you weren’t sure what to do or say so you just let her hold you. It felt nice, all the rage dissipated from your body once she held you in her arms. You melted into her hold like a baby and you began to cry. 

No one has hugged you since the day Sasha died. You didn’t want her to let you go, and after embracing and letting out your sobs, she broke away holding your face in her hands, she wiped away some tears from your red cheeks with her thumbs, “I’ve gotta go now, keep your head up and keep fighting. You’ll find out that giving in can sometimes be to your benefit.” She said as she let go of your face, she stood up and headed towards the door. Pieck had given you another quick smile before she closed the door and locked it behind her. 

You were once again alone.

But you felt lighter. That talk made you feel so much better and stronger now, you can do this, you have that fire back. You will get out of here, you picked up the food and started eating. 

Shortly after eating you took a nap, after sleeping for a couple of hours you decided to get in the shower. You felt dirty and sweaty, you got up out of bed still naked. No one gave you extra clothes to put on so you walked over to the side of the bed to use them again, it was gross but it was better than being naked.

The hot water felt so nice on your aching body, your sore muscles began to relax. This was the only place no one seemed to bother you, so you took your time thinking about what to do next. How to act, how to talk. Do you flirt with him, would he even fall for that bullshit? You must pretend to be obedient and act like a good girl and love him, would that make him happy? Is that what he wants from you? He’s just alone and wants someone there to love him. 

The water had begun to run cold breaking you out of your thoughts, you weren’t sure how long you had been standing here thinking. You had to make the perfect plan to escape Zeke, he is very intelligent so you can’t rush anything, he would figure out in a heartbeat what you are up to. You must take your time, be very careful and patient.

You finally turn off the water feeling a bit more confident that you had a plan set into motion, you grab some fresh towels hanging on the mental bar by the bathtub. After drying off you put your old clothes back on, and walked to the bed noticing that Pieck had come in here and set your dinner on the side table as well as a fresh pair of clothes for you while you had gotten in the shower. 

She had always taken such good care of you, bringing you food, clothes and some sort of  comfort. 

You finished everything on your plate, Pieck’s food was always the best, you can tell she put a lot of love and care into whatever she touches. After eating your stomach felt so full it made you sleepy, so you crawled into bed praying Zeke doesn't come in here and fuck with you tonight. You closed your eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

The next morning you woke up at seven thirty. You couldn’t sleep anymore from all the rest you got yesterday. You hopped out of bed, but this time was different. Today you had the most energy you’ve had in weeks and it feels amazing, you actually feel like a normal person.

Not drained or in intense pain, but for how long though? This is when Zeke normally comes for you, when you start to feel better and have the energy to fight him off a bit. 

You weren’t going to fight anymore, you needed to be the perfect girl for him. But what is the perfect girl for Zeke though? You must test the waters and see what he wants from you, you have to be careful about what you say and do but that’s something you’ve always struggled with. When you snap you can’t stop, all you see is red. 

This will be the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to face in your life, and for the most part you have no one to turn to but Pieck. She was the only support you had and she still wasn’t the best of help. 

By the time you got out of the shower and brushed your teeth Pieck was in the room waiting for you.

You see Pieck sitting on your bed laughing at videos on her phone. She had breakfast sitting on the side table and a bag of stuff sitting on the floor next to her. 

Pieck looked up from her phone and greeted you with excitement in her voice. “Good morning!” 

“Good morning Pieck.” You replied back, suspicious of her happy tone. 

“So, guess what?” She leaned forward on the bed patting a spot next to her, you walked over and plopped yourself next to her.

“Umm, do I get to go home?” You said jokingly, you knew that wasn’t going to be it but there’s always hope. 

Pieck frowned, “no.” Then she changed it to a big smile, “but you do get to go outside today!” She blurted out in excitement.

“Really?” You grin at her but still slightly confused. 

“Yes really!” She nodded her head as she spoke. 

You stood up and grabbed the food sitting on the table, you sat back down and set it in your lap to start eating. “Why is he letting me do that?” You said trying to hold back your excitement, but the smile on your face tells Pieck how happy you are to hear the news. It’s been two months since you’ve been outside, you can’t wait to feel the hot sun on your skin. 

“I told him if he’s going to keep you around like this he should start being a little nicer so you know, you don’t lose your mind again.” She said, rubbing her head awkwardly.

“I am kind of going crazy here sitting in this room all day with my thoughts. A little bit of a distraction would be amazing, I mean it’s definitely better than the basement but it still sucks for sure.” 

She points to the bag of stuff on the ground, “After you're done eating change into this dress, it’s warm outside.

“A dress? I don’t think I’m a dress kind of person.” 

“Well you can’t wear sweatpants and a T-shirt, you’ll be sweating out there!” 

You moved the food off your lap and leaned down and grabbed the bag of stuff to check out the dress Pieck had brought you to wear.

You pull out a short red summer dress with small white flower print on it, it’s got a low V-neck shape with short sleeves, you pull out white low top sneakers. Looking in the bag you see makeup as well.

“I also brought some makeup and I’m going to do your hair, I was thinking to go light on the makeup and I was going to curl your hair!” She said happily holding the stuff out.

“Okay, but why am I getting all dressed up just to go outside?” You said in confusion.

“Well one to get you out of those clothes.” She said looking at you with a judgmental look, “Two it will make you feel a lot better, and what girl doesn’t want to feel pretty?” Pieck says with excitement. “And three, Zeke will appreciate the extra effort you put in, it’ll make him feel important. Plus, he’ll like what he’s looking at, he’s the one taking you for lunch.” 

“He‘s taking me?” You squeak, and begin to panic a little, but this is something that has to be done. You need to get closer to Zeke, but being around him made you nervous. What if you say something that pisses him off and he takes you back, or worse…flashes of last night come back to your mind. A shiver flows through your whole body. God the anxiety is taking over and a million different outcomes play out in your head of what could go wrong. 

“Are you okay?” Pieck asked, she saw you lost in thought after she had told you the news that  Zeke would be with you instead of her.

“I’m not sure what to say or how to talk to him honestly. How do you play nice with someone that you hate so much, it’s just difficult. I don’t want to say or do the wrong thing.”

“Just be you, he obviously likes whatever you’re doing, if you change anything up now he’ll know something's off.”

You nodded and smiled at her advice, “thank you Pieck, you don’t have to be so nice to me, you’re one of the good ones.” 

After you finished eating Pieck grabbed the tray from your lap and set it on the table, she stood up and grabbed your arm to pull you up to your feet. She dragged you both into the bathroom, “time to get ready, let’s go!”

Once she finished doing your makeup and hair you got dressed looking in the mirror you feel beautiful and you actually smile a genuine smile. She did so well on everything. You open the door and show Pieck the final look.

“Oh my god! You look so good!” She said, grabbing you and pulling you in for a big hug. She squeezed you so hard, your eyes were clenched shut from her squishing you against her buff body. When she released you, you both let out a long sigh. You actually felt content for once.

“Thank you for this, I really needed something different.”

“You’re welcome love. I’ve got to go. Zeke will be up in like an hour.” She let you go and started for the door before she left you thanked her again.

She blew you a kiss and left. Fear started to creep up inside of you once she shut the door. You’ve never actually sat down and talked to Zeke. What do you ask him? How is your day going Zeke? Kill anyone yet? You say to yourself in your head jokingly. On a serious note though there wasn’t a damn thing you could think of to talk to this man about.

You lay down in bed trying to think of ways to ask him about himself but not prie. You wait patiently for the time to come, thinking about how the day is going to end. Hopefully you make the right choices and don’t end up hurt. 

An hour finally passes and you hear the door unlocking and your heart skips a beat, and you begin to feel your hands shake from anxiety. You sit up in bed, fix your hair and smooth out your dress to look pretty for him. He opens the door and you both look at each other.

All the confidence you had was gone in a blink of an eye, just the way he looked at you made you nervous and scared like he was going to take you right there by the way he’s smirking at you.

He cocks his head to the side and his beautiful blue eyes start scanning your body. “Well don’t you look pretty.”

“Thank you Zeke.” You said shyly, you looked down breaking the eye contact you both had and began fidgeting with your fingers.

He walks over to you, puts a finger under your chin to make you look at him, “you’re being awfully nice today, does this make you happy?”

“Yes I’m excited to go outside.” You smiled at him for the first time. 

He’s peering down at you smiling, “good, let’s get going then.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to his chest then he wraps an arm around your waist, “ I’m only going to say this once, don’t try anything stupid.”

You look up at him with those puppy dog eyes, “I won’t.” You say with certainty, you really didn’t have any bad intentions and you weren’t going to do anything to screw this up.

“Good girl.” He leans down and kisses your forehead.

You want to push him off of you, you hate him but, you can't, you have to be good, you have to keep pretending. You both start walking out the door and you just want to make a run for it, but Zeke’s expecting you to try something you’ve always tried to escape, he’s testing you and you know it. Now’s not the time to run. I've got to wait. Your thoughts get interrupted by Zeke.

“I see your eyes wondering, little dove, thinking about running?”

“No, I’m just looking around at all your art on the walls, they are very beautiful.”

“Thank you, I made them.”  He said coolly, not even bothering to face you and keeping his eyes locked ahead.

“Really?” You stopped and looked at one to admire it. “I really like this one.” You pointed toward a painting of an abandoned parking garage, overlooking a huge expanse of trees and a field of grass and flowers. Above the green scenery, a few clouds painted with precision loomed. It was gorgeous, and you were in awe of Zeke’s art skills.

“This one?” He chuckled as he stopped to examine the painting with you. “Why?” 

“Nature is very beautiful, and the way you painted the trees and the clouds, I just like it. There’s just something about it but I can’t think of the words I want to say.” You looked up at him and smiled. He gave you a half smile, you can tell what you said made him happy. “You must’ve tried really hard on it, the detail says it all.”

“Come on, let's go.” He put his hand on your lower back to move you forward. The two of you kept walking, and you made sure to catch glimpses of every picture in the hall. 

The paintings were each vastly different, some were of beautiful open springs, or fields, much like the one you had pointed out. Some were of night skies with dozens of small dots for stars scattered across the dark blue canvases. And others were darker, more grim than the others. Blacks, reds, and grays were prominent in these paintings, some even appearing like blood and making you feel unsettled.

The art styles were so different, it was almost like they had been by different people.

As you approach the door you get more and more excited to breathe fresh air to feel the warm weather on your skin. He opens the door and you finally walk outside into the hot sun and close your eyes as the rays hit your face, taking a deep breath in and out feeling a breeze blowing your hair and dress, the birds are out chirping. It makes you smile.

You feel Zeke’s eyes on you, “I set up the table under this tree. Pieck will bring the food out to us.”

“Okay!” You head over to the picnic table under a big tree in his yard. You both sit down and it’s quite. You don’t know what to say at this moment, feeling too awkward to navigate conversation with Zeke. 

You think for a moment, before breaking the tension between the two of you, “so umm, what’s for lunch today?”

“I think Pieck said something about chicken Alfredo.”

Your eyes lit up, “really? That’s one of my favorites. What about you?”

He got quiet for a second and it put you on edge. “What are you doing?” He said suspiciously.

“What are you talking about?” You asked nervously.

“Why are you asking about stupid things like my favorite foods? Why are you talking to me at all, don’t you hate me?” He said while resting his chin on his hand and rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to make small talk, I guess I won’t.” You said, crossing your arms, and looking away from him. You were a little thrown off by his harsh tone, unsure why he even invited you out if he was going to be put off by you speaking.

He was silent for a few moments, and you wondered if what you said had made him feel bad. You hoped it did, thought it wouldn’t surprise you if he felt nothing at all. 

”I like breakfast foods.” He says nonchalantly, as if he didn’t care if the conversation ended there. 

You were thrown off by his sudden shift in behavior, he had thrown you a bone and told you something personal about him. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. You now knew more about Zeke Yeager than you had before, and that was exciting for you.

You uncrossed your arms, looked at him and raised your eyebrow in confusion, “ breakfast foods…really?”

“Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?” Zeke said slightly smirking.

“I don’t know, I thought you would like bananas.”  You said teasingly, hoping the joke would make him laugh.

“Well, don’t you just have jokes.” He chuckles before continuing on, “nope it’s pancakes, eggs and sausage for me, my mo-“ then he abruptly cut himself off and turned away sighing. “Never mind.”

You were about to speak again when Pieck came up with the food. “Chicken Alfredo, I made it myself.” She said, setting the plates down.

Zeke looked at her, “It's a nice day Pieck, why don’t you join us?”

Pieck seemed taken back by Zeke’s strangely kind request, though she smiled to hide her confusion. “Alright just let me grab a plate and I’ll be right back.”

Thank God she’s joining us, this feels like the worst date of my life, I ran out of things to say already. It was quiet until she got back.

“This pasta is amazing Pieck, where did you learn to cook like this?” You decided to end the silence. 

“My mom taught me, she’s an amazing cook. If you think this is good my moms pasta will blow you away!” She said laughing.

“Do you like to cook?” Pieck asked you.

“I actually do! I used to cook all the time.” You smiled.

“Really what’s your favorite thing to cook?” She asked.

You put a finger on your chin and think. “That’s a hard question, but if I had to choose it would probably be steak, mashed potatoes and broccoli.”

“I love steak, you’ll have to make some for Zeke and I!” Pieck looks over at Zeke and nudges him.

Zeke’s looks at her and then you, “I don’t think I’m ready to put a knife in your hand, but I’ll think about it.” He rests his chin on his hand again and smiles.

“Oh come on Zeke don’t be like that, I can always supervise her, it’s nice not being the only one here that can cook!” Pieck whined.

“What do you mean, you’re the only one here that can actually cook?” You looked at her.

“All the titans live here, they are never home, always off doing stuff or staying somewhere else but this is where we were ordered to stay.”

“Oh, that kind of sucks living with a bunch of men, huh?” You start to panic on the inside. How am I supposed to escape when all the titans live here? I saw a few of them come and go when I was watching Zeke before all of this, but I didn’t know they all lived here.

“Yeah it really does, that’s why it would be amazing if she could help me in the kitchen.” She said while looking at Zeke again expectantly. 

“I’ll give you an answer by the end of the day, how does that sound?” He said, hoping that would suffice for her.

“Yay, okay thanks Zeke!” She squealed, “Okay since we’re all done here I’m going to take these plates inside.” She grabbed the dirty dishes and headed back to the mansion.

You could feel the date slowly coming to a close. You didn’t want it to end yet, this was the first time you were let outside in months and you were going to drag this out for everything it was worth. 

“Can we go for a small walk?” You blurt out, wishing that Zeke would just let you have this one moment. 

“Hmm, I really don’t feel like chasing you if you decide to run, so no.”

“Please, I won't. I promise it’s so nice out and I haven’t been outside in a while, I don’t want to go back inside yet please.” You wanted to reach out and grab him but you weren’t sure if that was a good idea. 

He sat there thinking for a moment then spoke while rolling his eyes, “Ugh, fine only because you asked me so nicely.” He stands up and you get up in excitement.

“Thank you.” You smiled trying to hold back some of your joy, you hated that room and the thought of you not going back right away makes you more than happy.

Zeke couldn’t help but smile back, “you’re welcome, now come on let’s go.”

“Where are we walking to?” You asked, now walking beside him.

“There's a pond around the back, at a pretty big property so it’s nice to take walks around here.”

“It’s a very beautiful place to live.”

“It is, I’m very lucky.”

You begin to think to yourself, what do I say, he’s so hard to talk to…I don’t want to ask him personal questions because he might get mad and take you back inside. 

It’s like Zeke could tell you didn’t like the awkward silence so he began talking. “ How did you become a soldier?”

“Oh…um, well it’s kind of a long story, and you already know most of it.”

“I don’t know everything. We’ve got some time.”

“Well, I’ll give you the short version, my mom died from cancer when I was very young. I didn’t even know her, my dad hates talking about her so he never told me much. He said I look like her and it was too hard for my dad to look at me, so he gave me up when I was seven. The orphanage that he took me to was awful and the government finally did an investigation when I was like twelve, they ended up shutting them down. Not knowing what to do with all the kids, they made us become soldiers.”

“What a terrible father, and being forced to become a soldier, I know the feeling.” He said sadly.

“You too huh? Looks like we have a lot more in common than I thought.” You gently bumped him with your shoulder. 

“I suppose we do.” Zeke glanced down at you flashing another quick smile.

He looks almost a bit flustered, like he’s not sure what to do or say either. Is he just as nervous as you are right now? 

So far you seem to be doing good, Zeke looks happy, he hasn’t stopped smiling yet. This might be easier than you thought it would be, just keep pretending to be sweet and innocent. Hopefully you can win him over soon and escape.

You both made it to the pond. It's so beautiful your eyes light up, it’s got different sizes of rocks surrounding it, with plants, all types of colored flowers and some small trees and larger ones hanging over the pond. A small bridge going across the water so you can look at the koi fish swimming.

You turn your head away from the pond and look at Zeke who is watching you. “Wow, this is so pretty, I love it, let’s walk on the bridge!”

He starts laughing, you look at him in confusion, “What? Why are you laughing?”

“I just think it’s adorable you find this so exciting.”

Your face starts to feel hot, did he just call me cute? Why am I blushing? God this is so embarrassing.

“I’ve never been to a pond.” Then you stop and think, “well I’ve been to a pond before but what I mean is um, I’ve never seen one this pretty.” You stop talking because you know how stupid you sound. Why did that one comment make you so flustered? You hate him, he shouldn’t be making you feel this way. 

Zeke just watches you, surprised by how badly you fumbled your words around. He chuckles at how flustered he has made you, he places a hand on your lower back again and it sends shivers up your spine, he guides you towards the bridge, “come on let’s go.” 

“Okay.” You say, though you're still embarrassed.

You can’t deny that Zeke is a very handsome man, so it made flirting with him so much easier. You begin to think about what to say next, he’s not very easy to talk to. Then it hits you, you know nothing about him but he knows so much about you. You have to be careful of what you ask, the last thing you want is to set him off. 

Once you both make it on the little bridge going over the pond you peek over the edge and look at the koi fish. You study all the different colors on the fish, they are all so unique and beautiful. 

“Zeke.” You say still peering down into the clear water, you can feel him watching you, studying your every move. 

He rested his elbow on the wooden railing and planted his chin on his hand, his head slightly cocked to the side as he talked to you. "Yes, das Schätzchen.” 

You turn to look at him copying his position, “you know a lot about me, but I was just thinking… I don’t really know anything about you.” 

“You want to know about me?” He raised an eyebrow at you and a small smirk came across his face but quickly disappeared. “Why?” You can tell he was a little caught off guard. 

“Why not? I’m stuck here with you, I might as well get to know you right?”

“Fine, but nothing too personal. What do you want to know?” Those words were like music to your ears, your eyes lit up with excitement. 

“Alright got it.” You smiled so big, you’re ready to know about him, to get closer to him, so he can let down his guard with you. 

Now to think of a question, you didn’t think you would get this far. You figured he would have shut you down the instant you wanted to know more about him. 

“Hmm, let’s start off easy, what’s your favorite color?” 

“My favorite color? Well I think all of the colors are beautiful in their own way, but the one that sticks out to me the most is red.”

“Why red, what’s so special about it.” You feel like you know the answer to this question.

“Red is one of the most passionate colors in my opinion, most people think about the worst when it comes to red. It can have a lot of different meanings such as love, hate, death, and happiness… I could keep going but I think you get the idea. It's a very bold and unique color…”

You were not expecting such a complex answer to your question, usually people answer with their simple stock replies. ‘ I like it because it’s pretty,’ i s what a normal person would say, but Zeke is far from normal. 

 “So which one is it for you? When you see the color red? Happiness, love, death, or hate?” You stand up straight now intrigued by his passion for colors. How could someone feel so much for something so simple as the color red, but not care or feel anything about taking countless life’s everyday. 

“Well, it just depends on the mood I’m in when I’m painting.”  He sees you trying to hold back a smile then you burst out laughing, He’s started to grin from ear to ear now, “What’s so funny? I’ve got a lot of time on my hands to think about these kinds of things.” 

“You’re much deeper than I would have thought.” You let out a laugh. Is there more to Zeke Yeager than just murder, does he have a good side you haven’t seen yet. 

You were an enemy in his eyes, of course he’s going to seem like a ruthless monster to you. But what are you to him now? Were you guys dating in his eyes? Are you just pure entertainment to him? If you are, why is he being so nice to you now? 

“Next question, what’s your best memory as a child.” 

“Playing baseball, I used to play as a child and I was the best on the team.” Zeke said proudly. “That was until my parents had other plans for me, they took me off the team and made me do this shit instead.”

“I see, so if you could go back and choose, would you have chosen to play baseball your whole life instead of doing this?” 

“That’s tough, I want to say yes, but I also love what I’m doing now. I have all the power and control to do whatever I please, I couldn’t give that up. So the answer to your question is, no, I'm happy that my parents chose to make me fight in the military. It was the best decision they’ve ever made for me.”

“Are your parents still alive?”

“No.” Zeke said very coldly, he put both hands on the railing and broke eye contact with you. You could tell this subject was very touchy for him but you needed to see where he would draw the line.

By the way he answered that he didn’t want to talk about his family so you apologize instead. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You reach out and place a hand on him, you want him to feel like you actually care about what he has to say. 

Zeke’s eyes soften a bit and he looks at you again. “Don’t be, they were terrible people.” 

“Why were they terrible people?” You want to know more now, what has Zeke been through to make him so fucked up, what did these people do to him?

Zeke thought for a moment before speaking, like he was debating on telling you, but when he finally spoke it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Let’s change the subject, ask me a different question.” He took his hand away from yours and put them in his pockets. 

Was he uncomfortable with you touching him? Does he not like to be comforted? Does he not know how to receive it? So many questions were forming in your head, but you know you couldn’t ask any of them without him either getting upset or avoiding the question. 

You look away from him slightly embarrassed that he took his hand from yours, “Alright fine, have you ever been to Eldia?” You need to get him to open up to you, but you’re not sure how. 

You’re going to keep digging until you get some kind of information out of him or until he puts a stop to your questions. You need to understand how and why Zeke is the way he is.

“About three times, and I hated that shit hole every time.” 

You tried not to take offense to that but it’s a little hard when you are from there and he’s calling it a shit hole. “It’s not a shit hole!” You felt your face getting a little hot.

“Did I strike a nerve?” He said taunting you a bit. 

You take a breather and calm down, now's not the time to be getting an attitude with Zeke. You’re here to learn information, don’t ruin it now. 

“What I’m trying to say is, it’s not a shit hole, there are very beautiful places in Eldia, you clearly didn’t go to the right ones.” You crossed your arms across your chest and pouted a little. 

“Every place my father took me to in Eldia was run down and poor looking, so like I said, a shit hole.” 

Now you want to know why his father would bring him there, what was the reason he was there. “Why did your father take you there? Was it for a mission?” 

Zeke went quite again, studying you. “You’re doing it again.” 

“Doing what?” You played dumb, but he knows better.

You hadn’t noticed but when you guys were talking Zeke had gotten much closer to you. You guys were leaning your backs against the wooden railing, just barely touching your arms. He’s definitely getting more open with you without him even knowing it. You’ve gotta save it somehow so he doesn’t shut down and stop talking all together.

“Asking about my family, why do you want to know about them?” Zeke sounded kind of annoyed now, he knew you were trying to figure him out and he wasn’t sure what you were planning. 

“Why not? Your family makes up a big part of who you are, and I wouldn’t be able to get to know you if I didn’t know about your family now would I?”

Zeke sighs and pushes his glasses up, you didn’t break eye contact and held your ground until he spoke again. “Fine, but only a little more and that’s it.”

Jackpot! You start grinning from ear to ear, things normally don’t go your way and when they do it gives you some kind of rush, giving you more confidence to be bolder. “So are you going to answer my question?” 

Zeke turned his body, placing both hands on the railing trapping your body between his arms, “Someone’s getting a little bold now aren’t we, and what about your family you’ve haven’t told me much either.” Zeke eyes watching you from above, normally this would intimidate you but right now that rush is still flowing through your body.

You peered up at him and frowned, you need to  continue the conversation. You can tell he was trying to change the subject, but you weren’t going to let that happen. “I know what you’re trying to do, you can’t change the subject because you don’t want to talk about it. You already told me you would give me something.” You can tell you're breaking him down, he’s giving into you so easily. Pieck was right, men are so easy. 

You put your hands on his arms and leaned in closer,  looking at him with begging eyes, “please Zeke.” 

His face almost seemed to turn slightly pink. He cleared his throat like he was going to say something but nothing came out. He then looked away and went back to leaning on the railing with you. Did you just make Zeke flustered? You grinned to yourself and continued talking. “So….Why did your father take you there? Was it for a mission?” 

Zeke looked up to the sky and sighed again, “I wasn’t sure why he kept taking me there. I was young and didn’t understand much.” He looked at you again, “but the third time he did he brought back his new wife with us. Then it all clicked why he had been taking me to Eldia, it was for a woman. She was pregnant with Eren before they even got married, he moved on so quickly after my mother had passed.”

“Really? That’s horrible... I didn’t know your mother passed away. How old were you when your mother died?” The more he talked the more you understood his pain. 

“She had died when I was young, actually from cancer. Another thing we have in common.” 

“Oh, I understand how that feels, losing a mother is a different kind of feeling. Do you have fond memories of your her?” You asked sweetly. 

“I have a few, but not many.” Zeke sounded a bit sad when telling you that.

“Do you ever think about her?” 

“Yes all the time. She was a very smart and beautiful woman, I looked up to her in many ways.” 

Before you could ask another question Zeke butted in and asked one. 

 “Do you think about your father or mother at all?” Zeke now questioned you. 

“I thought I was the one asking you questions.” You smiled at him and put a hand on your hip waiting for him to respond. 

Zeke smiled back at you, “alright, fine. Continue.” 

“So you said your father moved on fairly quickly, why do you think that is?” You felt like you were being Zeke’s therapist, but you have to know now, you want to know. 

“Losing a parent as a child is very difficult and painful as you may know. But my father on the other hand didn’t seem to care too much, or if he did then he didn’t show it. He just replaced her with another woman, like my mother meant nothing to him. He didn’t even cry when she died. I’m not even sure he ever loved her.”

“Wow, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t even imagine what that must have been like for you Zeke.” 

“It’s okay, it doesn’t bother me much anymore. That was a long time ago.” He gave a fake smile, you knew that was a lie, trauma like that just doesn’t go away because it was a long time ago. 

Now you were a bit curious about Eren as well. “Is Eren’s mother still alive?” 

“No, she is not. She got ripped apart by a titan right in front of Eren, though I’m sure he doesn’t quite remember what happened.” You saw him flash a smile, and then hide it quickly. There was something about the way he said it and was just too happy that made you uneasy. 

“How did that happen?” You say trying to cover up the scared tone in your voice. You know deep down by the way he said that to you, he enjoyed Eren’s suffering, but why? Doesn’t he love his brother? 

“She didn’t want Eren to have the founding titan, he was the next best option for the military and his mother didn’t like that, so she stole him away from my father and I. She went back into Eldia in Titian territory like an idiot, it’s like she was trying to get them both killed. So I tracked them down and found them.” 

“How old were you when that happened?” 

“Eren was 5 so I was 17 I believe.”

“You were still very young. Why didn’t your father do it instead of putting that burden on you?”

“He was a mess after she stole Eren from us, he couldn’t even leave the house. It was so pathetic, how could he be so weak when Eren needed him the most. So I had to step up and save my little brother because my dad wasn’t going to.”

You’re not sure what to say to him, you can see both sides of the story. As a mother she should want to protect her child from harm, she didn’t want Eren to be doomed to this life. She wanted more for him and you could understand that. But also you could understand Zeke’s point of view, he was a child and his little brother had gotten stolen from him. 

“I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry. I don’t have siblings, I just had very close friends. How did it make you feel when she took him from you guys?”

“It’s simple, I was furious. I felt so betrayed, we let this vile woman into our lives and she stole something that meant so much to me.”

You repeated his words back to yourself in your head,” she stole something that meant so much to me.” He acts like Eren belonged to him, is this where his possessive behavior started from? Eren’s mother? You stood there and let Zeke spill his guts out to you, this may be the only chance you’ll get to hear about his life. 

Zeke smiled softly and continued talking, “when I found out I was having a brother I had never been more excited. Being an only child can get very lonely.”

The more he tells you about himself the more intrigued you become, you want to know more you want to know everything. You’re not sure why, but you felt almost sad for him. He’s been through so much in his life, and he hasn’t even told you everything.

You spoke up trying to keep the conversation going. “I’ve always wanted a younger sibling, or even an older one to look up to. It would have been nice.” 

“It was exciting. I wanted Eren to be just like me, I was his big brother. I had to show him how to be a man, but Eren’s mother hated that, she didn’t want Eren to be like me. She wanted him to be weak and pathetic just like her.” 

By the way he talks about Eren’s mother and he seemed to have hated her, all because she replaced his mother? There has to be more than that. 

“He was my brother, and I will not have my family look weak. She was being selfish, not thinking about the future of what Eren could be. And look at him now, he’s one of the most powerful people alive thanks to me.”

You wanted to say Thanks to you Eren’s a fucking pycopath, just like you. But you didn’t, you know better than to say something like that. 

Zeke continued talking, breaking you away from your thoughts, “I never cared too much for Eren’s mother but Eren was my blood, and she had already taken so much from me I wasn’t going to let her have him.”

Zeke made it very clear he hated her, and that Eren never belonged to her. It’s crazy that he actually believes that Eren is his property or something. “So I know you hated her, but did she hate you?”

“Hmm I don’t think she hated me.” He put a finger on his chin and began to think a bit before talking, “ I think she was more afraid of me than anything.” He let out a small laugh, like having people scared of him was entertaining.

Something seemed a bit off about Eren’s moms death. If her only fear was Eren becoming the founding titan why would she have been so terrified of Zeke? Was she running from Zeke as well? You had to know. “Why was she so scared of you?” 

“Why wouldn’t she be? She was… how do I put this…normal I suppose. She wasn’t like you and I. She wasn’t a killer.”

You wanted to defend yourself, you wanted to tell him you weren’t some fucked murderer like him. But he’s right, you are a killer, and nothing you say could ever change that. 

Zeke was a different kind of killer though, he enjoyed taking people's lives, you hated yourself for it. You never wanted this to be your life. But he admitted to you that he loved his life. He loved having all the power and control. So maybe when Eren’s mom tried standing up to him Zeke didn’t like that. 

Another question formed in your head and you had to ask. “When she stole Eren from you and went into titan territory, how did the titan not kill Eren? It was only his mother that died?” 

“I took him from her arms right before she got grabbed, that selfish woman tried to get them both killed.” Zeke scoffed.

It still doesn’t make sense, Zeke is powerful and he couldn’t stop it from killing her? “So can I ask you a question without you getting mad?” 

Zeke looked at you suspiciously, “go ahead, ask.”

You know deep down Zeke had something to do with Eren’s mothers death, it wasn’t some weird accident. If Zeke wanted to save them both he could have, he had the beast titan back then and could have ordered the titans to a halt.

You want to ask him but the way he’s looking at you makes you a bit nervous to ask and the words won’t seem to come out. 

Zeke looked down and fumbled around in his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “Well? Are you going to ask me or just stand there and stare at me.” 

You finally got the courage to ask him the one question that’s been in your mind since he brought up Eren’s mother, “did you kill her?” 

Zeke titled his head to the side and stepped closer to you, almost caging your body in between the railing and him again. “Do you think I killed her?” Your heart started racing at his tone of voice and the smile on his face.

“I…I don’t know.” You said nervously. 

“But you do know, don’t you? Don’t be scared now dear, just say it.” 

“Yes…I think you killed her.” You blurted out.

Zeke looked at you, surprised that you had actually said it. He leaned closer to your face, “well you're right, I did kill her, and I don’t regret it one fucking bit.” 

You were taken back by how cruel his words came out. “Why, why not just take Eren from her and leave her be.” You sounded a bit angry, you didn’t mean for that to come out so harshly but he didn’t have to kill Eren’s mother. There was no need. 

Zeke smirked at you, his hand came closer to your face, you flinched a bit and squeezed your eyes shut.  Scared you might have made him upset, you ready yourself for him to hit you, but instead pushed some hair behind your ear, “that’s a story for a different day little one, it’s getting late and I think I’ve told you more than enough about me.” 

You wanted to keep pushing him and asking him questions but you knew that he was done, it was getting late and you didn’t even realize how long you guys had been talking for. 

“Okay.” You were a bit disappointed, you knew once you guys had been done talking you would go back up into that room and be locked away. You weren’t sure what tomorrow was going to entail. 

You both started back to the front of the house, you see an all black Rolls-Royce Phantom in the driveway and someone getting out. They come around the side of the car and pull their black sunglasses off and you see it’s Eren.

He pushes back some hair that fell into his face, “So you decided to let the bitch outta the cage?” Eren eyes you up and down, clearly taken back by how different you look.

“Yes, I have. Do you have a problem with that?” Zeke asked, slightly annoyed.

“No, no, not at all.” Eren said with a hint of sarcasm, he took a couple of steps towards you guys. “But I will say, you’re too nice, if she were mine I would have trained her some more before letting her out.” Eren’s eyes shot towards you and it made you feel so uncomfortable you tried to hide behind Zeke a bit. 

They are talking about you like you’re not even there, it’s so disgusting. You want to intervene in their conversation but that would only make your situation much worse, so you stay quiet and let them talk.

“Well she’s mine , so I’ll do what I want. Why do you care so much?” You can feel the tension in the air. It’s like he’s trying to piss off Zeke. 

“I’m just looking out for you, remember she’s not some sweet innocent girl you picked up off the street.” Eren looked you up and down in disgust. “You’re playing with fire, and I’m making sure you don’t get burned.” 

He is trying to put doubt in Zeke, trying to make him think about the worst. You hope it hadn’t worked, you both were having such a good day. You felt like you’ve made some progress with Zeke today and Eren just ruined it all. 

Zeke looked down at you and pulled you in front of him, making you gasp with the sudden tug. Now your back is against his front, he grabbed your chin roughly, you could see out of your peripheral him peering down at you. “Would you ever think about doing something stupid (N)? You know better by now right?”

You weren’t sure what was going on, but you went along with whatever he wanted so you didn’t get punished, “no.” You tried to get out the words but you were a bit scared so it came out much quieter than you wanted. 

He squeezed your cheeks together harder. “What? We didn’t hear you, you need to speak up sweetie.” Zeke said in a fake sweet voice.

You look at Eren who is now laughing at you being humiliated in front of him. Your throat becomes dry and tears form in your eyes, but you do as you’re told and try to talk louder for him, “no, I won’t do something stupid.”

“See Eren, I told you she is able to behave herself. If I tell her to bark she’ll fucking do it. I think I’ve trained my bitch enough. Isn't that right, das Schätzchen.” 

“Yes.” Zeke finally let go of your face and patted you on the cheek.

They both started laughing at you again, and you can feel your face getting hot. You stood there completely embarrassed once again. You just wanted to go inside now so this humiliation will be over with. 

Zeke leaned in closer to your ear sending chills down your spine. “Good girl.” 

His bitch? Good girl? You’re not a fucking dog. You wanted to turn around and slap him across the face. He’s a completely different person when Eren’s around and you’re not sure why. Is he trying to prove something to him?

“I’ve got it under control Eren, I don’t need you to look out for me. I can handle myself.”

Eren rolled his eyes, “whatever, can’t say I didn’t try to warn you. I’m going inside, see you later.” Eren said, walking away casually and leaving you and Zeke alone.

You remain silent as Eren makes his way to the front door. Zeke takes notice of the glossiness behind your eyes and raises a brow. “What’s your problem?” 

You scoff, unable to hold your anger back. “ My problem!? What’s your problem, Zeke?” You snap at him before you can stop yourself. 

Eren seemed to have heard you yell at Zeke by the way he looked back and smirked at the two of you. Zeke watched as Eren chuckled to himself at the way you had yelled at him. He finally went inside but you know he is still watching the show from the window. 

Zeke snapped his head towards you and narrowed his eyes, “excuse me?” You could tell you just embarrassed him in front of Eren, and that was something you will regret doing by the look in Zeke’s eyes. 

Your heart stopped and you couldn’t form words in your mouth anymore. What the hell were you thinking? Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut. “I…I-“ 

Zeke cut you off and began to mock you, “I-I-I what? Didn’t fucking think before you opened your mouth.” Zeke stepped closer to you now in your face, “after I was nice enough to let you outside, even tell you things about me, you’re going to be so ungrateful and talk to me like that?” 

You try and take a step away from him so he’s not in your face anymore. “No, I sh-“ 

Zeke grabs you by the back of the arm and forces you even closer to him, “who do you think you are to me? Go on, tell me.”

You search your brain for an answer but you can’t think of one. You’re not sure what you are to him, he’s never made anything very clear to you. He’s a very confusing person to understand. You thought this was going to be easy once he opened up to you a bit, but it’s far from it. His moods flip so quickly and you don’t want to say the wrong thing to set him off even more than he is now. 

“Please let go!”

“ What do you think you are to me!?”

“I..I don’t know Zeke!” Tears filled your eyes, you didn’t even do anything that bad. He won’t even give you a chance to let you apologize, not even to hear you out. 

“Well then, let me show you exactly just what you are to me.” Zeke pulls you forward harshly towards the picnic table you guys had been eating earlier. 

You can barely keep up with him, he’s walking too fast for you, so you keep tripping over your own feet. Zeke keeps his hold firm on your upper arm, ensuring no escape. You shout profanities as you’re all but dragged across the dirt, and it only makes him squeeze harder.

Finally at the table, Zeke let go of your arm and moved his hand to the back of your neck. Pushing you down face first into the table. You brace yourself with your hands hoping that would help just a little. It does little to mute the pain of being shoved into the wood. Your senses are dulled for a moment as the pain in your body drowns the world around you. The smell of cedar fills your nostrils, and you take a moment to find your current position. 

Face buried and back arched; you’re currently bent over the table with your ass in tandem with his crotch, and you can feel just how hard he is when he pushes up against you. You begin to panic, you know exactly what’s about to happen but you pray you’re wrong. “What are you doing!?” You shout, trying to push yourself off the table but he’s too strong. He’s only holding you in place by your neck and isn’t using even half his strength. You weren’t getting out of this. 

Zeke lifted up your dress exposing your ass to the outside world. “Shut up.” His hand comes flying down smacking your butt making you whine out in pain. He is going to fuck you right outside where anyone in the house could walk outside and most likely see you guys. 

His fingers wrap around the top of your thong pulling them down roughly, they finally drop to your ankles, “ Zeke, please not out here!” You squirm and beg once again. 

It was beyond embarrassing, why would he want to do something like this where anyone could see? Does he have no shame? Clearly not. 

You hear the sound of his belt buckle unfastening and your body begins to panic even more. You try to lift yourself up and away from him but to no avail. “Still fucking resisting?” Zeke snarls as the belt is wired around your neck like a leash, making you feel even more degraded.

He holds one end of the belt and gives it a harsh tug, cutting off your breathing and making you croak. He chuckles at the weak sound you emit, and does it again. 

“You like being choked, don’t you?”

Behind you, you can feel the tip of his cock prodding your entrance and you whine out loudly, though the belt makes the noise sound strained. 

It was happening again. You were about to experience the most terrible thing in this entire world for the second time.

You can’t speak so you shake your head, trying to make your disapproval known, but Zeke doesn’t care. He begins pushing in, though your entrance tries to resist him, he is successful in pushing the tip in.

Your eyes widen, round and glassy, as he wastes little time in taking you. He pushed in, then pulled out, then pushed back in deeper. He repeated this until you were stretched wide enough to accommodate his length. 

Zeke was not small, and the lack of prep or lubricants made the entire process of being forced open for him brutal. 

You could feel his cock tearing you open from the inside. It made your hoarse voice go flat from agony. This wasn’t like the last time at all. The last time he raped you, he had been almost generous in offering preparation. He had been angry with you for getting caught by Devi, but still took his time on getting you ready for him.

Perhaps when it came to Eren, pissing him off or humiliating him was something he couldn’t bear. And this was the punishment for making him look bad in front of his younger brother. God you were so fucking stupid. This is all your fault, you just can’t do anything right by Zeke, can you?

Your dark thoughts are interrupted by another brutal pull from the belt. Zeke began pulling on the leather leash so harshly that your head was lifted up off the table and into the air, causing you to arch your back. 

Your mouth formed around a silent scream, the  lack of air beginning to take its toll. You tried to grab at the belt trying to loosen it some, but your fingers couldn’t even slip under the belt. Your face was bright red and the veins in your neck and forehead have begun to make themselves present. 

There was so much going on, the pain of Zeke thrusting in and out of you, the belt squeezing harder, cutting off your oxygen, the fear of being seen by someone and feeling that shame…

You were close to passing out. Tiny black dots that reminded you of tiny bugs began climbing up your vision. That darkness was going to swallow you, though it was almost welcome if it meant escaping this torture. Just as you begin to succumb, to slip, Zeke’s movements quicken, his breath labored. 

Faraway someone yells. “ Fuck-!” He says, as the intrusion within you suddenly comes to an end. You feel warmth in your belly and your mind is just clear enough to understand that Zeke had finished. You were close to drifting away into that nothingness, but the lack of tension around your neck now kept you awake. 

Zeke let go of your body, and you tried to stand up but your legs couldn’t hold yourself up so you dropped on the ground instead. You still couldn’t breathe, you felt so lightheaded and out of it. You didn’t look up at him once, too ashamed of what just happened between him and you.

Zeke reached down and yanked the belt off your neck and slipped it back on himself. You heard the flick of a liter and he took a deep breath in and out before talking to you, “did you think about my question?”

“What question?” You barely got out because of your sore throat. You couldn’t even think straight, let alone remember a question he asked before all of this. 

“Who do you think you are to me?” He sucked on his cigarette again. You can tell he’s watching you from above waiting for an answer. 

You know exactly what you are to him now, and you’re not sure why you didn’t know the answer to it earlier. “I’m nothing to you.” You said rubbing your sore neck and still looking down at the ground. You couldn’t look at him, if you did you knew you would cry and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

Zeke crouched down to your level and put a finger under your chin forcing you to look at him. “That’s right, you are nothing to me.” Zeke puffed on his cigarette and blew it in your face. “Nothing at all.” He said in a cheery tone, using his free hand to pat your head. You were seething, but said nothing.

 “Next time know your place when you speak to me.” His hands move for you, you have to fight the urge to swat him away. But when his hands connect with yours, there is no pain. No nails digging into you. No crushing hold. It’s only Zeke gently holding your hand like an ardent lover. 

This confuses you, when Zeke is angry, he is nothing but rough. But when his hands are softly holding yours like this, it’s comforting. And it makes you sick. 

He takes a long hit off his cigarette, “otherwise you’ll just piss me off.” Without a second thought, Zeke drives the bud into your inner elbow, scorching a tiny hole into your flesh and making you shout in alarm. The pain is indescribable, and you sob and cry and thrash just to let the agony out. 

When he finally pulls the cigarette away, a crimson red burn mark is left in its wake. It’s small, circular and throbbing and you snivel and go to inspect the area with your fingertips. It’s hot to the touch. 

“The next time you disrespect me in front of anyone…” Zeke grabs your hair and forces your head up, “I’ll drag your ass to that basement and my brother and I will take turns fucking you bloody.” 

 “I understand.” You say sadly. Zeke seems to approve of your answer, and he then stood back up. You put your face in your hands and cried. 

Zeke stood there watching you cry, for a moment before speaking. “Good, now that you understand, it’s time to go back inside.”

“Okay.” You say in a whisper, your throat still hurts from the belt and you already know it’s going to be an ugly bruise. Where Zeke had grabbed your arm was already sore, the burn from his cigarette wasn’t even comparable to the firey sensation you had from him forcing himself inside of you without the proper lubricant. 

You didn’t know if you could stand up yet, but you had to try, you couldn’t make him upset again, your body couldn’t handle it right now. You’ve become so weak in the past couple of months of being here, mentally and physically. He’s broken you in ways you cannot even describe.

You push yourself off the ground with wobbly legs and you feel throbbing pain everywhere. You want to fall back to the ground but you know it would only upset Zeke, he’s a very impatient man.

Once you stand up you realize your underwear is still at your ankles, feeling more embarrassed than you already are you quickly pull them back up. 

“Come on let’s go, I don’t have all fucking day!” You flinch a little when he raises his voice at you, you couldn’t help it. You know it made you look even more pathetic but you were terrified of this man. 

Zeke begins to walk towards the house and you limp after him, with every step you take your body aches, it makes you walk even slower than normal. You can’t catch up with Zeke and that worries you so you tried to push through the pain and keep going. 

He peers behind him seeing to see how far you are from him. Zeke stops in his tracks when he doesn’t see you right behind him. He squeezed his eyes shut and put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, he sighed, annoyed by the fact that you can’t seem to keep up.

He waits for you, you can see the anger in his eyes coming back so you hurry the best you can, “I’m sorry.” You blurt out once you're in front of him. 

“I swear you’re trying to piss me off again!” Zeke's hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you closer. You keep your head down and you feel Zeke get closer to your ear intimidating you some more. “Do you like pissing me off?” When you didn’t answer right away he yelled again slightly shaking you by the back of your neck. “Hello?” 

“No, I’m…I’m so sorry.” You say back to him sobbing. You just want this to end already, this day has turned into a fucking nightmare. You’ll do anything just for it to come to an end. You just want to lay down and sleep forever after today. 

It started off so good, you had enough energy for once. You felt so beautiful in your dress, Pieck had done your makeup and hair. You got to know some informant about Zeke, you thought listening to him would maybe grow a little connection between the two of you. But you couldn’t have been more wrong in your entire life. He was so cold hearted and ruthless, all because you simply raised your voice at him.

“Then what the fuck are you doing? I told you I didn’t have all day, did I not?” 

“You di-“ he cut you off before you could even finish. 

“So are you just fucking stupid?” Zeke grabbed your face making you look at him, “or are you just a little slut that wants to get fucked bloody again?” 

Your eyes go wide with fear, you don’t want him doing that to you again. You're already in so much pain you couldn’t even imagine the pain of him penetrating you over and over right now. 

You shake your head no in his grasp. “No, please Zeke, no I’ll hurry, please I will, I promise.” You plead with him hoping something in him will let you go back to your room without any more harm being done to your body.

Zeke wiped away the tears flowing down your face as you spoke, and just for a second his cold blue eyes softened a bit and he leaned down and kissed you on the mouth. He pulled away and you looked at him confused, he was being so mean and then this? 

His eyes go back to being dark and cold, “Then stop fucking crying and get your ass moving.” He let go of your face and you turned your body and began to walk as fast as you possibly could, he followed behind you. 

You were much faster this time, you believed Zeke when he said he would fuck you bloody again. He has never not followed through with a punishment. 

You finally made it to your door, you twisted the door handle and immediately walked in. You turn around only to see Zeke slamming the door shut behind you and hear the locks rattling behind the door. 

You hobbled to the bathroom and turned the shower on, you had to wash the shame away and  him off of your body. You stripped down and refused to look at yourself in the mirror, you know how bad you looked, you don’t need to remind yourself.

After taking a long shower you got out and dressed in comfy sweats and a white t-shirt. Slipping under the covers you felt safe and warm, finally alone after today, you closed your eyes and passed out faster than you ever had before. 

-Zeke pov-

After locking (N)’s door, Zeke stormed off into his office. He sat in his big black office chair and started doing some work he needed to get done earlier but you had distracted him. He tried to work on something easy for now, only ten minutes had gone until you invaded his brain like a virus, diverting his thoughts once more from his work.

 He dropped the pen and pulled his glasses off his face and tried to soothe his headache that had started building in his head. He kept thinking about how bad this day had gone and how if you would have just kept your mouth shut he wouldn’t have been so annoyed now.

When he first opened your door he couldn’t stop staring at how captivating you looked, his eyes scanned your body head to toe more than once before he could even speak.

You looked entirely different, Pieck had done a wonderful job on dressing you, fixing your hair and makeup. You didn’t look like a killer, or a soldier, you looked sweet, innocent, something he hadn’t seen on you before. He adored the way you got nervous once he entered the room, and it made Zeke want to laugh. 

You had so much courage to come and kill him but now you stand before him anxiously messing with your fingers and stumbling over your words. It made Zeke want to mess with you even more, he felt like a child but it was the most fun he’s had in a while, he wasn’t sure how much longer it would entertain him. How long you would entertain him.

Zeke had pulled you up to his chest and wrapped an arm around your waste and warned you just incase you tried to run, and you looked at him with those puppy dog eyes telling him you wouldn’t do that and he almost bent you over that bed and took you right there but Zeke held back and kissed your forehead instead of ruining your outfit and hair, he could be nice…sometimes.  

Once you guys had walked out of your room you noticed his paintings on the wall, and normally people don’t even bat an eye at Zeke’s paintings, only he knows the true meaning behind all of those. But you, you noticed all of them, eyes wandering in awe over the beauty he had painted, and the one painting he loved the most you had appreciated just as much as he did. You hadn’t even realized how happy that made him. 

In some ways you both were the same, he could see it. You had different sides to you just like Zeke did, on one hand you could be a ruthless evil killer, and on the other you could be sweet, caring and kind. 

The only thing you need to work on is that  mouth you had on you, it got you into more trouble than ever. You couldn’t control yourself at times and Zeke couldn’t either so he understood in some ways why you acted the way you did. But you had messed up by acting that way in front of Eren, and he had to show you to never do that again.

He wasn’t satisfied after hurting you the way he did, but teaching lessons was never easy for anyone. It wasn’t guilt he was feeling he knew that much, he wouldn’t ever feel that for some meaningless devil. 

You had started all of this, You had tried to kill him months ago and it was on you for not doing it quickly enough. Now you must suffer the consequences of your actions. Just like what had happened today. 

She had asked for it, she was dumb enough to raise her voice at him. But talking to him that way in front of Eren was one of the dumbest things she could have done. After he had told Eren you were able to behave yourself enough to let you outside and enjoy something. But instead you chose to run your mouth like you always do.

Eren was right and he hated when he was. Zeke should have kept you in that room for a couple of more days before giving you something nice. You were an ungrateful little brat, he had let you outside and allowed you the chance to breathe fresh air, he even told you personal things about him that he fully regrets now, and you raise your voice at him? It doesn’t make sense. 

He had thought you knew better, so when you snapped at him it surprised him, then rage took over. Zeke had to show you who was incontrol, in your stupid fucking head you thought you had meant something to him after he opened up to you a bit. But he had to show you, you were wrong, you don’t mean shit to him. 

He could have easily taken your life with that belt today but why end the fun there? You were his plaything for as long as he pleased, he would kill you when he’s ready. For the time being, he would just use you for the only thing you’re good for, sex. 

The sex was outstanding, you were perfectly tight and your body was so stunning, so perfect and it was all his . Just knowing that he was the only person that had ever fucked you or even touched you in such a way, it was even better.

It was hard for Zeke to get aroused, or even finish quickly. Today was the fastest he had finished in a long time, something about the way you beg and cower below him turned him on more than anything. 

Most woman are fucking dirty sluts and begg Zeke to fuck them, or do anything for his attention. That disgusted Zeke to the core. He hated most women, they are needy little creatures, you fuck them once and they think they mean something to him. They are filled with all kinds of emotions that he could never even begin to feel or understand. 

That’s why he gets so annoyed when you cry, how can someone shed so many tears in a single day? He only cried as a child; the last time he ever cried was when his mother passed away. He’s felt nothing of the sort ever since. But you, you cry so much, and it fascinates him, he envies it in some weird twisted way. 

Near the end of bringing you inside you were sobbing like a baby. Zeke forced you to look at him, he wanted to see the fresh salty tears flowing down your face, he was jealous of the way you can show your emotions the way you do. You looked so vulnerable, your eyes were glossy and much more vibrant than before, it was almost like they were glowing, you were trembling and fumbling over your words. 

Zeke didn’t want to hear how sorry you were anymore, he could see it all in your face, before he knew it he leaned down and kissed you. They  were as soft as he had imagined, you tasted so sweet but salty from the tears. He stopped himself before deepening the kiss like he had wanted to. 

Once he pulled away he saw how confused you were, he was just as confused as you on why he had done that. He’s not really someone who shows affection like that to a woman. Something in him took over, he was a bit embarrassed and Zeke doesn’t get that way often, and he hated that you had done that to him. 

You seemed to be good at doing that, embarrassing him. Talking back to him in front of Eren, what the hell was she thinking. After the nice day we had together, we had a moment of peace between us for once. She wasn’t scared of him, she looked comfortable, he had seen you smile and laugh for the first time. He was honestly enjoying himself with you. Zeke is a bit ashamed that he had told you as much as he did.

Why would he even waste his time telling you these things about himself? Like you cared in the first place. Or did you? Something in your eyes told him you wanted to know more and more. Zeke will admit, it was nice talking to someone who was actually willing to listen. No one ever wanted to know about him, or even talk to him. they were always too scared to ask but he liked it that way. So he thought.

 When you had pried, and kept asking about him, it felt kind of good that someone would like to get to know and understand him. Zeke had gotten carried away, he kept talking about himself. He wanted to stop multiple times but you kept looking at him with those beautiful eyes and begging for more. He couldn’t help but give in and give you what you wanted.

You were easy to talk to, looking at your soft delicate features and the way you looked at him, like you actually cared about what he had to say. Asking him questions he wouldn’t even have thought about. 

When you got what you wanted you got a little cocky and it was adorable. You grinned ear to ear when he would tell you yes, it just roped him in more and more. You were good, almost too good. 

You sounded so kind and caring, if it was fake you are one hell of an actor, even making him a bit flustered at times. When you touched him it would give him goosebumps and send chills down his spine, that’s why he had to pull away when he did. He wasn’t used to being touched so gently and kindly.

He usually cringes when people touch him and then feels the need to wash himself after, but when you touch him, it gives him a different weird feeling he’s never felt before. Zeke doesn't quite understand the feeling and it frustrates him. You got things out of him he wasn’t ready for anyone to hear, even Eren doesn’t know much about his past. He never even cared to ask either and Zeke didn’t mind. 

Before he knew it he had admitted he killed Eren’s mother, he had never said it out loud before. Even Eren doesn’t know the full story and it’s going to stay that way. He doesn’t need to know he had something to do with it. 

Zeke hadn’t thought about Eren’s mother for a while, he was sloppy then. He wouldn’t be surprised if Eren put the pieces together but he’s only ever asked once about his mother. 

He asked me how she died and Zeke told a bullshit story that Eren probably never really believed. Then he asked if she was a good person and if she actually loved him. He gave Eren his honest opinion about her, yes she was what you would call a “good person” and yes she deeply loved him more than anything in this world. 

Those answers seemed to have satisfied Eren because he had never brought her up again. It made Zeke wonder why he never asked about his mother but he didn’t want to bring her up to him anyways. Zeke wasn’t sure if he could lie to Eren about it anymore, but on the other hand if he did find out the truth would Eren hate him for the rest of his life? Zeke didn’t want to deal with the repercussions behind his actions, not now, not ever. 

By the time Zeke was done with his work it was one in the morning, he was tired but he would be tossing and turning all night long if he tried to go to bed right now. It was difficult for him to sleep most nights, so he decided to get in the shower. 

After about twenty minutes he was finished and ready for bed, he dressed in black sweats and a black t-shirt and laid down in bed. He laid there staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Thoughts of you came back to his mind, he wondered after the day you had and how emotional you had been, would you attempt to kill yourself again? 

Zeke sat up in bed, he looked at the time and it was already two fifteen in the morning. He sighed and pulled himself out from the covers and made his way to your door. He put his ear on the cold wood to see if he could hear you on the other side but it was quiet. 

Zeke quietly unlocked the locks on the door after he slowly turned the door knob and snuck into the dark room without you moving an inch. How could someone sleep so deeply, he would know the instant someone was sneaking up on him. Zeke had too many enemies to be sleeping so peacefully. 

Due to training wrought on from his parents, Zeke learned how to sleep while remaining alert. Too many cowardice enemies had made their attempts on Zeke’s life while in the realm of sleep, and that was something he would not stand for. 

When Zeke had woken to the cold press of metal against his throat, he nearly howled with excitement. 

When it came to taking lives, Zeke was probably the handiest of all his peers. He preferred his victims alert, fully aware of their situations and seeing that panic in their red eyes. The idea that someone with such a weakness for killing, needing it done quickly and while the person who was comatose, was something barbaric. Killing is supposed to be fun, a game. 

And someone he didn’t even know not only had come to end his life, but was going to do it in the most unimpressive way imaginable.

“ Surely I deserve better than this?” Zeke had said to his patron, before red painted his bedsheets. The man, boy,  sliced at Zeke, yet he didn’t die. 

It was over for him the second his blade pulled out of Zeke’s flesh. They both knew it. Two monstrous hands wrapped around the smaller ones neck and began suffocating his airway. Zeke never turned away, never broke that contact. It was the least he could do for the little shit, look him in the eye and give him that final honor of meeting his gaze. Zeke hoped that the boy, in his final moments of living, learned the very valuable lesson Zeke had stowed into him. He did love teaching lessons.

You made a little noise and shuffled a bit, interrupting Zeke's thoughts and drawing his attention back to you. You laid flat on your back with your arms sprawled out, the blanket had been pushed down to your hips. 

A small smile formed on Zeke’s face, you looked so cozy and comfortable. Yet another thing you could do and he couldn’t, and he found himself jealous once again. How could you sleep so soundly after everything you’ve been through, it just doesn’t make sense to him. His eyes fell to your arm hanging off the bed, the burn marring your flesh in clear view, even in the darkness of your room.

It had blistered up, red and angry, and the Z had scabbed over. You were like one of Zeke’s canvases, the marks on your back, the burn on your arm, the bruises, all made by him. To him, those marks were signs of ownership, they were going to be on you forever. Even if you escape, which you won’t, he wouldn’t let that happen. You were good, but Zeke was better. 

You moved again flipping over onto your side with your back facing him, Zeke didn’t want you to wake up and see him there so he held his breath and stayed as still as possible until you went still again. 

In your attempt to get comfortable your shirt had risen up a bit exposing the lower part of your back showing some scarring from when he had whipped you. He wanted to drag his fingers across them, he found them to be beautiful. 

When most people see scars they think of how ugly they are, they want to cover them up and never look or think about them again. But when Zeke sees scars he doesn’t see them to be unattractive. To him it symbolizes the life that person has lived, how they survived, and how they healed, it tells a story only that person would know. Yet another thing you could do and he couldn’t. His body would heal instantly, no scar, no story, he didn't get one, not like you do. 

But your story isn’t just your story anymore, it’s our story he thought to himself, and each one of them you will never be able to forget and neither will he. Zeke loved the story your body told, and it will soon tell many more. People will look at them and feel bad for you, but only we will know the truth behind them. 

You tossed around again but this time you're faced toward him, Zeke froze in place, had he been caught watching you sleep again? He studied your eyes making sure they don’t open, a minute passes by and you still don’t open them. 

Zeke let out a silent sigh of relief, you would probably be weirded out if you woke up to him in the room watching you again. He even feels like a weirdo but what you can’t see won’t hurt you right? 

He looked over at the time and it read three thirty in the morning, he didn’t even realize he had been sitting here so long watching you sleep, he stood up from the chair and noticed the blanket wasn’t covering you anymore, he gently grabbed the blanket and pulled the covers back over you. You flashed a light smile. Zeke had the urge to lean down and kiss your forehead but he knew that would probably wake you up. So after covering you up quietly, he made his way to the door. 

Zeke took one last look at you before shutting the door, he didn’t bother locking it because he knew you wouldn’t even bother trying to escape tonight.

Not after the way Zeke had been treating you the past few days. You were too weak, and he knew that you weren’t going anywhere soon. Even if you wanted to, you had no sanctuary, no allies, you only had comfort here with Zeke. You weren’t going to leave him, not now, not ever. 

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The fight to pull yourself from your bed this morning was brutal. Opening your crusted eyes was a battle itself, but pulling your taut, strained muscles from the silky sheets was even more strenuous. That aching pain had kept you clinging to your sheets, and you almost shiver thinking of the new ways Zeke will make you suffer today. 

You trudge across the room and into your pearled bathroom, massaging the dark rings circling your eyes. You looked terrible, aside from the sunkenness from malnutrition, the rest of you looked even worse. Bruises mottled your arms, red lines around your neck from a belt, along with a thin scar across your jugular. Moving lower, your ribs more prominent, along with finger-shaped bruises dotting your hips and belly.

You’ve been through hell and back, and there was really no one else to blame but yourself. 

You should have known better than to talk back to Zeke, but you did it anyway and look where it got you. Another day of unnecessary violence brought on by your impulsivity.

You’d think you would’ve learned your lesson by now.

You sighed and finally looked away, you pulled your pants down and started peeing. You gasped at the burning sensation you had down there. You weren’t quite ready for it, he had tore you pretty bad yesterday but you slowly pushed through the pain and wiped, surprised to find no blood. 

You brushed your teeth and after you sat back down in bed. After doing all that, all your energy felt depleted again. Your hopes of escape were very far off, considering you could barely stand for more than ten minutes at a time. Your stomach rumbled, aching for nutrients, for anything really. It was around the time for Pieck to make her rounds, so you sit with your hands twisting a few strains of your hair, trying to occupy your thoughts.

About thirty minutes had gone by and still no one had come for you. That wasn’t like Pieck, normally she would have been up here by now giving you breakfast, it had been such a routine that your stomach had gotten used to that and now it had been hurting more than ever. You felt nauseous and started getting frustrated. Is Zeke still punishing you from yesterday? Now he’s not giving you food? 

You look at the time and it says 10:30 usually Pieck gives you breakfast at 9 by the latest. You laid there looking at the ceiling, your stomach breaking the silence of the room. You close your eyes and try not to focus on your stomach, but it’s more difficult than it looks. 

Another thirty minutes go by now it’s 11. The nausea feeling had gone away but the hunger didn’t. Finally you hear noises on the other side of the door, and you were happy to hear that for once. Hopefully Pieck had brought you some food and something to drink. 

The door opens and the smile on your face drops when you see Zeke walking through your door instead of Pieck. 

“What? Not happy to see me?” Zeke chuckled at the annoyed expression on your face. 

“Super excited, you can’t tell.” You gave him an obvious fake smile and sarcastic tone while you looked away. 

“Wow, someone’s hangry. Here eat this and get ready for the day, I’m letting you out of your room again.” Zeke handed the tray of food to you, and you just wanted to throw it at him. Instead you took it and set it in your lap. “Where’s Pieck?” 

“That’s none of your business.” Zeke said coldly. 

You dare say nothing, only giving him a trained, obedient smile, hoping the lack of rebuttals will just make him leave. In your mind, you curse him with every cruel word you can think of. You continue to eat as you speak to him. “I’m sorry.”

Zeke glares down at you, his eyes reading surprise. Probably due to your silence, you didn’t yell or ask questions and Zeke was probably disappointed. 

No quick lessons before the date today, you think to yourself, though you wish you could speak it, just to see that rage flare in him. 

“I’ll be back in an hour or so, be ready by then.” Zeke huffs, sounding impatient as he turns for the door. 

“Okay.” You say flatly. You really didn’t want a repeat of yesterday. You had to be on your best behavior today, if you hoped to gain any leverage over Zeke. You knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, but this outdoor time may help you in the long run. You could scope out the woods when Zeke wasn’t watching, perhaps even look for places to hide when you do manage to flee from this place.

You just have to stay patient, and stay on Zeke’s good side, though that task in of itself seemed damn near impossible. The man was a minefield, and one wrong step could result in the destruction of everything around you. 

Zeke exits the room, leaving you alone again. After eating you search through the clothes that had been given to you. You wanted to put on sweats and a sweatshirt but Zeke probably wouldn’t like that, so you pick out something somewhat decent so you don’t look completely like shit, you grab some black jeans and throw on a black long sleeve shirt to cover your arms. 

You already know what to expect from your excursion outside today. Zeke, pushing and poking you thoroughly til you say or do something wrong; something bad , just so he can take his sweet victory in punishing you. It seemed to be his favorite pastime now, pushing you to your limits, just so he could feel triumphant. 

A short while later, the comforting silence is interrupted by the doors outside locks being toyed with. Zeke’s back. You take a deep breath in and out to ready yourself for him, mentally preparing for another long day with him. 

He barges into your room, studying your date attire. The look on his face tells he’s already annoyed. You stand up and begin to walk towards him until he puts his hand out in front of him, and you stop dead in your tracks. “Stop. Go change right now. I don’t like this,” and motions to your outfit.

You want to tell him to fuck off, it’s not like you guys are going out in public. It’s his back yard, so why the hell does it matter what you wear? You looked down at your outfit and back to him, “what’s wrong with it? We’re only going to the backyard right?”

“You look like you’re about to attend a funeral, and I don’t like it. Don’t make me repeat myself, you know how I feel about that.” Zeke shut the door behind him, shutting you both in the room together. 

This situation was already getting out of hand so you didn’t give him any more lip.“Okay.” You quickly turned around and walked into the closet, your heart was beating rapidly now. 

“I want a dress, don’t pick out any jeans.” You hear him yell as you're searching through the clothes. You silently sighed to yourself and rolled your eyes. You know he can’t see you so it’s safe to do. You see a long sleeve white t-shirt like dress, that’s longer than the dress from yesterday. You didn’t want anything revealing, you hated your body. You pulled it off the hanger and walked out of the closet and held it up to get his approval.

“What about this one?” You looked at Zeke and his face was blank. He hated it, great. 

“Are you kidding me?” He stood up and walked towards you. “Must I do everything for you.” He would have shoulder checked you if you didn’t move out of the way as he walked into the closet. He started looking at the clothes for you. 

“This one.” He held up a baby blue dress with spaghetti straps. The design was white floral print. It had an open back with strings crossing each other to make a cute criss cross pattern, the bottom of the dress has a bit of a flow to it so it’s not skin tight. Of course it had to be short, he’s a man, he has to pick out the dress that shows the most skin possible. 

It’s going to show every scar he’s made on you. He knows you’re trying to cover them, so he picks out the one that doesn’t cover a single one. He’s the most frustrating person you’ve ever had to deal with. “Okay.” You grab it out of his hands and walk out of the closet with the dress. 

He follows behind you. “What are you doing?” You hear him speak, you stop and turn back around. 

“I’m going to change, like you asked me to.” You try to say without attitude but a hint of it gets out. 

Zeke gave you an evil grin and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “You can change right here. It’s not like I haven’t seen anything before.” 

Your face turns bright red, you can feel it. He’s trying to embarrass you already, this day is going to be awful. “Fine.” 

You pull your shirt off, and you can instantly feel his eyes on you. You don’t look though, you don’t want to see that look in his eyes. Then you pull down the jeans and step out of them. You hurry up with the dress before he can look even more. 

You fumble around trying to find the opening but he’s making you nervous. You just look stupid trying to figure out how to put it on. The strings are all messed up from you trying to find the opening to slide it on. 

You hear footsteps behind you, then Zeke’s hands on your shoulder. “Let me help you.” He takes the dress from your hands and figures it out quickly, you feel so dumb right now, you couldn’t figure out a dress but Zeke did in seconds. You felt incapable of handling anything, like a child.

He holds it low so you can step into the dress. He slides it up your legs and torso, styling it so the dress accentuates your body, taking precise care in your appearance, like a true gentleman. 

“Much better.” 

You’re no longer naked, so the dread of being taken advantage of at this moment has washed away; replaced instead by the gloom of having to spend another day with this perfectionist. 

“Now the shoes.” He walked into the closet and picked out some cream-colored sandals, the floral straps wrap around your ankles like overgrown vines, matching the dress perfectly. Zeke had helped you slide your foot into each cuff, on one knee almost mockingly.

Zeke was taking great care into perfecting your garb. He wanted you perfect today; meaning something big or unshakable must be on the agenda for you. This scared you, though you didn’t want to show it. 

In an attempt to reject, you turn downwards at the man on one knee, and immediately regret it. He’s looking at you, smiling, knowingly, as if he had heard your thoughts. 

“Something troubling you, sweetheart?” 

You gulp, your earlier proclamation of giving into Zeke to avoid punishment ranging your skull like an alarm. You don’t wait to answer him. “Nothing.” You say.

The crease of his eyebrow shows that he doesn’t believe you. “Come on, you can talk to daddy.” He says with a grin, barring his perfect teeth at you. 

You fight off the look of disgust, “I guess I’m nervous for today.” 

“Well be fucking good, and there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I will.” Zeke slowly stood up as you spoke, neither one of you breaking eye contact. 

“Good, you look so beautiful in this color.” He pushed some hair behind your ear as he spoke. You felt yourself blushing at his words. His hand  continued playing with your hair. 

“Thank you.” You nervously said back to him. You weren’t sure what to do when he’s being so nice to you, you’re not used to this Zeke. How long will it last until you piss him off again? 

It almost looked like Zeke wanted to kiss you the way he’s looking at you, and you almost wanted him to. “Come on, let’s go.” 

He opened the door and waited for you to walk out first, you didn’t take your time and you hurried in front of him. You’re going to try your hardest and not anger him today, but anything could set him off.

You both started walking down the hallway, then down the stairs. The doorbell suddenly rang and echoed through the whole house, making you jump with the loud noise. You turned around to look at Zeke and he looked just as confused as you. 

He wasn’t expecting anyone today. You look back toward the front door, you can see through the glass a dark skinned person on the other side. Just like the woman Zeke had killed not too long  ago. 

He puts his face on the glass and cups his eyes to see if he can see anyone through the window. Zeke’s sighs, “go in the living room and sit on the couch and wait for me.” You turn to leave and he grabs your wrist and you twist around to look at him. “Don’t think about leaving through the back door or windows either, I have alarms set and they will go off.”

“I wasn’t going to.” You give him the response he wants and he lets go of your wrist. You head to the living room area and sit on the couch. 

You hear the door open and Zeke begins to speak, you can’t help but overhear everything they say. 

“Raj! What a wonderful surprise, but what are you doing here?” 

“Well I was in town and Eren actually asked me to stop by, so I thought why not see both of you!” You hear a thick accent just like that woman had. 

“Eren, get down here Raj is here.” 

You hear a faint okay from upstairs. 

“So Zeke, are you still interested in that girl you mentioned to me last time?” Raj’s eyes start to wander around.

Your ears perk up, they are talking about you. Zeke talked about you to a friend? Why? You were nothing to him so why bring you up in conversation?

“I am.” He sounded a bit colder now, more annoyed. 

“Well? Let me meet the woman! She has to be something special if you have kept her around for this long.”

“Maybe another time Raj, nows-“ 

“Awe come on don’t be like that! I know she’s close. I saw you walking with a woman when I was looking through the window!” 

“Raj get back here.” Zeke yelled.

You hear footsteps coming closer to the living room, and suddenly a beautiful man steps in. 

Espresso-skinned, much like that woman from before. Devi, the lady whom Zeke had tolled the bell. This man before you, sun-brazed skin and a delicate tuft of hair atop his head, reminds you of a God. He’s flawless, smooth-skinned and refined; dressed in blue and silver. A red dot painted between his eyes, as if painting his third eye, and revealing his earthly powers. 

But he’s like you, he has no powers. No titan abilities. And yet he seems lightyears more powerful than you. 

“Well hello there.” Raj smiled softly showing his purely perfect white teeth.

“Umm, hello.” You said shyly and gave an awkward smile. 

Zeke appeared behind Raj, “okay you’ve seen her, now go find Eren.” 

“Where did you find this beauty?” Raj says, studying your profile like you were an artifact, slowly making his way towards you.

“She tried to kill me.” Zeke leaned against the wall.

“Her? This fragile little thing!? You're kidding, right?” He chuckles as he speaks, brandishing his teeth once again, which had a glint similar to a hunting knife. 

You can hear in this voice that he doesn’t quite see that fire in you, not when you look so polite in your blue summer dress. Zeke seems to dislike Raj’s disbelief too, “no, I’m not joking, she looks sweet but don’t let her fool you, she’ll try to kill you when you're not paying attention.” 

Raj’s eyes sink, the curves of his mouth turning, in intrigue. “The bitch nearly took Pieck out and ran for the hills. If Eren hadn't caught her, who knows where she’d have gone. She’s a fighter, but there’s not a whole lot going on upstairs.” 

You shot an angry look at Zeke but he only seemed to notice, he grinned back at you. Taunting you. It almost worked but Raj started speaking again pulling your attention away from Zeke. 

“Well color me impressed.” Raj walks in front of you still laughing, “What’s your name sweetie?”

You shoot a glance to Zeke to see if it’s okay to even speak, and he nods his head for you to respond. “(N)” 

Raj looks back at Zeke and chuckles. He turns his head back to you and begins to speak, “you are too cute, acting all shy and sweet. Don’t feel the need to play fake with me baby, I can see your potential.”

Rage starts to bubble inside your body, but you can’t let it consume you. You have to keep calm, you can’t embarrass Zeke in front of whoever this is, it might set him over the edge. 

“Alright.” You say sweetly and force a smile. You weren’t sure what to say to something like that. All you wanted to do was take a knife and cut his tongue out. Or his eyeballs for gazing at you like meat. You squeeze your hands in fist, your nails press so hard into the palm of your hand you feel like you're going to make yourself bleed. The pain soothed you slightly, and you knew your sanity was chipped, fading piecemeal. 

“What a gem, how long did she take to train?” 

“It’s taking longer than I had thought it would, but we’re getting there, slowly but certainly.” Zeke sounded as if you were a toddler learning manners for the first time, not a fleshed out person ripped away from society and rebranded. 

No longer an assassin. Not Eldian, nor Marleyan either. You simply lived for Zeke and that was it. 

Zeke doesn’t even have to look at you to sense the humor, or the hurt. Yes, you've tended to stir trouble for Zeke, but caged animals resort to violence in times of desperation. Zeke, the loose cannon should know that better than most. Yet, you lower your eyelids, appearing to agree with Zeke. 

“Who knew someone so small could give Zeke Yeager such a headache.” Raj exclaims, studying your small frame and probably wondering how the hell Zeke had struggled in languishing your flame. 

“Let me get a better look at you, honey.” Raj holding his hand out and snapping you out of your grim thoughts to haul you to center stage. 

“Okay…” You reluctantly grab his hand and he pulls you off the couch and makes you stand. 

You feel immediately exposed. You aren’t naked, yet a phantom urge rises to cover yourself from the onslaught of eyeballs that are not your own; not Zeke’s. You know refusing Raj’s request to twirl you around for his enjoyment might end with you isolated in a dark place again. 

You hate this man, Raj, he’s exactly like Zeke and Eren, powerful though you’re sure his power is more through monetary gain and not strength. Either way, this is a man you do not want to cross. And his sights were currently set on you.

You twitch when his polished fingers line the healing scar on your neck, the one you had made yourself. “What happened here?” Raj questions, though there’s not an ounce of concern in his voice. It drips with something else, perhaps he’s looking to hear a vicious story of a punishment by Zeke. 

You hope the answer disappoints him. You put a hand on the scar, covering it, and moved to create some distance. “I tried to kill myself.” You finally admit. You hated it when people touched you, let alone a stranger. Also Zeke didn’t look too happy with you either. You weren’t sure what he expected, either way you were fucked.

Raj reach’s out and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you back to him, noses almost touching. You look up nervously at him, ”is Zeke really that awful to you darling? I would have never let something like that happen.” His hand slides down from your waist to your lower back, seemingly with intent to continue downwards. 

Your eyes dart to Zeke. He’s watching him carefully, on the outside, Zeke is calm, uncaring. But there’s that single twitch of his eye, something you notice, and can sense his slight annoyance.

“No, Zeke is kind to me. I was being stupid and selfish.” You reply hoping it would make Zeke a little less angry. You politely pull away from him and smile, Raj is going to get you in trouble somehow and you weren’t going to let that happen. You didn’t do anything wrong, Raj is the one touching all over you, and you clearly don’t want it. 

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Alright Raj, I think you’ve had your fun.” Zeke said as he approached the two of you. 

Raj kept looking into your eyes while speaking to Zeke, “I’m sorry Zeke, you can’t put a beautiful lady in front of me and not expect me to flirt.” Raj grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it, you weren’t sure what to do so you let him do it. His lips were so soft and warm, and if you weren’t completely aware of your danger, it almost would’ve felt good being treated gently. Zeke was never that nice to you. 

“Didn’t you come here to hang out with Eren? Why don’t you look for him?” Zeke is beside you now, almost blocking you from Raj. You weren’t sure when he got here, but you’re grateful that the man is saving you from more harassment. 

“Is someone getting jealous?” Raj laughed at Zeke. 

Was Zeke getting jealous? You didn’t believe it, you were nothing to him, in his words. You looked up at Zeke who had that ice storm look on his face, he was angry, but hid it well behind his couth glasses. 

You were impressed with your abilities to read Zeke, not realizing just how much leverage you had over the man without either of you realizing. All this time, you’d learn his triggers, his alarms, and adapt to tame him, coupling his moods. You were still with that fighting spirit, still that warrior.

Even if you were still with Zeke.

“There’s nothing you have that I don’t. I’m just as wealthy, and I’m better looking.” Zeke said coolly.

“ Better looking? Than me?” Raj shouted, a humorous grin widening his features. “The ladies are drawn to me because I don’t use fear to lure them in. Just need some charisma, Zeke.” 

“Doesn’t your ex have a restraining order against you?” 

“Yes but only because I allowed her to get away. I like a good chase.” Raj says, turning his eyes in your direction as he speaks. “We aren’t so different, Zeke.” 

“Don’t we all love a good chase.” Eren announced as he finally entered the room, causing that tower of dread to build even higher. And then there were three, you think to yourself as Eren gives you that cold smile, full of teeth. 

“Ahh, Eren finally. I was starting to wonder if you were ever coming down.” Raj answered, “I’m starving, let's get going.” 

“Plans for dinner, Eren? I’m sure Pieck would appreciate you and Raj sticking around for her.” Zeke folds his arms, the lens of his glasses giving that glint that could be an expression on its own. 

“Nah, I’d rather not stick around and listen to your bitch mope any more about her problems.”

The random cruelty of Eren’s statement feels like a hammer smashing the side of your head. You didn’t expect anything different from the younger brother, but you hadn’t done anything.  

Raj snickers, patting your head like a lost puppy. “It was a pleasure meeting you, beautiful. I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot more of you soon.” Raj winked at you before turning around and leaving with Eren. “See you later, Zeke.” He yelled as he shut the front door.

Now Zeke and you had been left alone again, Zeke sat on the couch and you sat down next to him. “God he’s so annoying sometimes.” 

“Who is he to you?” You ask. 

“That’s Eren’s best friend, I pretty much raised him with Eren. He’s like family but sometimes I could strangle the kid.” 

“I can see why you would want to.” You flashed a smile at him and he just raised an eyebrow at you with no expression on his face. You quickly looked away. It was quiet for a moment, you weren’t sure if what you had said angered him or he just didn’t know what to say either. You started fumbling with your fingers, picking at the skin around your nails. It had always been a bad habit that you could never break.  

Zeke finally spoke but he was calm, not angry which surprised you. “Do you think he is attractive?” What caught you off guard the most was his random question. 

Is Zeke feeling insecure about himself right now? “Umm no.” You give him the answer you think he wants to hear, Raj is very good looking, you’ve never seen someone with such a dark complexion, other than that woman Zeke had killed, but it’s not like you’re going to admit that to Zeke.

“Don’t lie to me, you know what happens when you do that (N).” 

Your heart skipped, how does he know every time you’re not telling the truth. “I mean he’s not ugly.” you see him narrow his eyes at you slightly so you quickly try to save yourself from any punishment, “but you’re far more attractive Zeke.” 

Zeke laughed, “You’re right he’s not ugly, I saw the way you looked at him when he entered the room, and your face when he would touch you. You like it when he touches you, don’t you?” Zeke said annoyed. 

“No! Of course not!” What has gotten into him? Why is he acting like this? He’s got to be jealous, that’s the only explanation.

“Then why didn’t you tell him to stop.” 

“What? I didn’t want-“ he cut you off before you could even defend yourself. 

Zeke grabbed your face so you couldn’t look away. He was calm but sturn like you were being scolded. “Don’t ever let another man touch you, unless I allow it. Nod if you understand.” And you shook your head yes. 

“Good.”  Zeke let go of your face gently and pushed some hair behind your shoulder exposing the raised flesh from where you cut yourself. His finger traced the scar but you didn’t flinch away from his touch, you knew better. 

“Do you think he would treat you better than me?” 

You started to get anxious, when Zeke is nice it normally goes south pretty fast with him. You can’t think of the right thing to say right now. 

“I… I don't know, probably not.” What’s gotten into Zeke, he said you were nothing to him and now he’s trying to play the jealous boyfriend?

“Probably not?” Zeke raised his eyebrows.

“I mean no, no he wouldn’t.” 

“Which one is it (N)? Probably not or no.”

 Zeke of course is doing what he does best, cutting you off while you’re trying to give him an answer he had asked, that’s when you can really tell when he’s getting annoyed. You’re already started to say the wrong things. This day is going to be a rough one just like all the others. 

“He may shower you with compliments, and seems like he would take good care of you but he’s a very evil person (N), more than you, Eren or I put together. I may be a psychopath but at least I have morals.” 

Morals? You wanted to laugh in his face. Is he being serious right now? What could Zeke possibly know about morals? Has he forgotten about the thousands of people he’s killed and tortured over his lifetime? Zeke truly believes that psychopaths can have any kind of decency just shows how screwed up he is in the head.

What could have Raj done to make Zeke think that Raj is so crazy, and if he is, why would he even want to be around such a person, or even trust them to be in his house? “What has he done to make you think that?” You nervously ask.

“Raj, he hired me to kill his own parents, for money and power over his family's business. Those kinds of people are the people who are truly fucked up in the head. He could never actually love anything, he’s heartless. He pretends to have love in his heart but it’s all an act. Raj would throw you away like garbage once they get what they want from you.” His fingertips slide down your arm, to the Z he had made, he began tracing that with his thumb. 

You weren't sure what to say to that but before you could even open your mouth Zeke asked you a question first.

“So I’m going to ask you again, do you think he would treat you better than me?” 

“No he wouldn’t, you are much better than him.” You should have said that from the start, but you were so blindsided with his weird behavior, you thought of a response too quickly and blurted out whatever came to mind.

Zeke grinned, “good girl, now come here.” He patted his leg and you knew he wanted you to sit in his lap. So you obeyed, you stood up and sat down onto his lap. He grabbed your hair and pushed it to one side and had you lean back against him with his arms wrapped around you. His chin rested on your shoulder, you could feel his hot breath on your neck and ear as he spoke, giving you goosebumps everywhere. 

“Raj is still a selfish child, he doesn’t think about anyone other than his wants or needs.” Zeke said as his nails lightly scratch the skin everywhere on your thighs pushing your dress up. His hands move closer to your sensitive area but he doesn’t touch anything. 

You feel yourself getting wet as he continues to pass by the part you want him to touch the most. “But me, I’m so generous, am I not?” Zeke kisses your neck and your tense body relaxes to his soft lips. A noise involuntarily slips past your mouth, and you feel Zeke’s mouth form a smile on your skin. 

“Yes you are.” You whisper, you can tell he liked that answer by the way Zeke fingers add a bit of pressure on your clit through your underwear, doing light circles. That little contact made you want to go crazy, you’ve never felt like this before. 

He moved his hand away from your pussy, “Tell me (N), do you want me to make you feel good?” Now his fingers played with the edge of your underwear, teasing you some more.

You wanted him to relieve you of this feeling, you want to feel good, you deserve to feel good after all the bullshit he’s put you through. “Yes.”

“Yes what, tell me what you want me to do baby.” Zeke whispered in your ear. 

“I want you to make me cum.” You forced yourself to say, you don’t care how embarrassing this is right now. You just want him to touch you. 

“That’s what daddy likes to hear.” His fingers push past your lacy underwear, and begin rubbing your clit, it felt so euphoric it made you throw your head back on his shoulder and your eyes flutter, you let out a little moan.

“You’re so wet for me, you were dying for me to touch you weren’t you.” Zeke nipped at your neck 

“Yes.” You say as your hips move with his hand movements. You would agree with anything he has to say right now, your brain is in a fog and all you can think about is getting that relief. 

Two fingers slowly slide inside of you now, making you moan even louder than before, you grab on to his legs for support, if not you probably would have melted right there into a puddle. 

Zeke pumped his fingers in and out of you while his thumb played with your clit. You felt how hard Zeke’s dick was on your ass, he was loving this as much as you are. He slowed down and started teasing you some more.

“Tell me who you belong to.” Zeke's hand slid around your neck, not hard enough to cut off your breathing, one of his fingers pushed your chin to face him. 

You look up at him with lust in your eyes, “I belong to you Zeke.” 

He leaned down and kissed you and you let him, the kiss continued as he added a third finger stretching you out more. You gasped into his mouth, he could do anything he wanted to you right now and you wouldn’t even care. He finally pulled away from you tugging on your lip while doing so. 

“Good girl, now cum for me.” You closed your eyes and spread your legs for him even more, his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease from how wet you were for him. “My god you're perfect.” He hummed in your ear. 

You could feel every single one of his fingers, he was twirling them around inside of you, making you feel unbelievable, you didn’t even realize how loud you had become. You were close to cumming and he knew it, he started going a bit faster. Your hand reaches around and grabs the back of Zeke’s neck to hold yourself in place and you ride his fingers. You’re so close you can feel it, his thumb pressed and started circling again on your clit pushing you over the edge. 

All the muscles in your body seemed to spasm at the same time, your legs shut together tightening around Zeke’s hand that’s still in between your legs, your back arched and you threw your head back into Zeke’s shoulder moaning like an idiot. You never want this feeling to go away but it didn’t last long. Zeke removed his hand once he knew you were finished and started kissing your neck, you could feel how hard he was you knew that wasn’t just going to go away. He’s going to want something for being so nice to you. 

Sex is the last thing you want right now. You weren’t really in the mood either. Also You couldn’t take it from how rough he was with you yesterday, so you had to think quickly. 

You feel him whisper in your ear sending goosebumps all along your skin again. “You seemed to enjoy yourself.” You’re so embarrassed you don’t even want to face him, but you push through and speak. 

You turn your body around to face him. “You seemed to have liked it.” Your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants. 

Zeke grinned from ear to ear, “looks like it, why don’t you help me with that.” 

You’ve never done a blowjob before and you know you probably won’t be any good, but you have to try. Zeke is in a good mood right now and it could change at any point, you need to please him as much as you can.

You stand up from his lap and turn to face him. You slowly drop to your knees in front of Zeke, his eyes following you. You reached for his belt and unbuckled it, then came his pants. Zeke lifted as you wrapped your fingers around the edges of his panda and pulled his jeans down along with his boxers.

His dick is exposed standing straight up in your face now, and it’s so big, you didn’t even know how it had fit inside of you. You begin to second guess everything, could you even do this? Will he even enjoy anything you do to him? Could you even put the whole thing in your mouth? You’ve only heard the woman in your old group talk about doing this, they made it seem like it was easy. 

You grab the base of it with one hand and lean down putting it in your mouth, you hear a little noise escape from Zeke just as you make contact. You slowly slide your mouth on his member seeing just how far you can go, your gag reflex isn’t too bad but still not the best, you’ve never seen how far you could push yourself. You can’t fit his whole dick in your mouth but he doesn’t seem to care because he’s moaning like he loves it.

His dick begins twitching in your mouth like he wanted more, you feel his hips push up slightly, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. He was getting impatient and wanted you to go faster, but you weren’t sure if you could. 

Your hand moves in tandem with your mouth, you feel his fingers tangle in with your hair and he grips hard and pushes you down a bit further then pulls you back up a then down again, making you go faster than you were before. 

It was too much for you, and you felt like you were going to gag, so you put a hand on his thigh to show him to slow down, to your surprise he did. Loosening the grip on your hair lets you have full control back. You continue but go at a faster speed for him, sucking hard as you slide your mouth up and down. 

You look up at Zeke to see if he’s enjoying it, and his head back against the couch and he looks like he’s in heaven, this is the happiest you’ve seen him look so far. You start trying to try different things with your mouth to make him feel even better. 

You twirl your tongue around the tip as you go work your way up. Lightly grazing your teeth against his sensitive skin. “Fuck.” You hear him groan under his breath. His hand grips harder in your hair the closer he gets to his release. 

You haven’t even thought about him cumming, he’s going right in your mouth and what were you supposed to do with it? He would be upset if you spit it out I’m sure, so the only other option is to swallow it, something else you obviously have never done. Your stomach begins to turnover on itself. If it would make Zeke happy then you have to do it, there was no question about that. 

Your jaw hurt so bad but you pushed through the pain just to please Zeke, you felt his dick harden, he pushed his hips up giving you one last big thrust and finally he cums. His hand drops from your head fully expecting you to pull away but you continue to suck harder and faster than before, trying not to think about the hot salty liquid that hits your throat. You swallow and continue until he’s finished. 

You pull your mouth away from him and wipe the spit from your face. Still on your knees you look up at Zeke seeing if he’s happy with what you did for him, “did I do good?” A small smile tugged at your lips. You already knew the answer to your question but you wanted to hear him say it.

Zeke’s watching you, his chest rising and falling. “You were fucking perfect.” Zeke smirked at you as he pulled up his pants, not bothering with the buttons or belt, he grabbed your hand and guided you up into his lap again. Now chest to chest, you’ve never actually been this close to Zeke before, and it’s weird for you. He’s in a very good mood and you can’t deny that he’s being very sweet right now. Was it because of Raj? Is he trying to prove that he can be sweeter? 

Zeke grabs your hips, “kiss me.” You were thrown off by his request, but you lean into him and do as you’re told. You kiss him and he deepens the kiss making your stomach flutter, your tongues dancing together. His hands grabbed a handfuls of your ass and pushed you back and forth on him and you willingly went along with it. 

Your fingers brush through his hair, and it’s so softer than you would have ever imagined, you grab a fist full and give it a little tug and kiss him more. He reluctantly pulled away and you tug at his lower lip with your teeth, you didn’t expect to like it as much as you did, and hate to admit but you wanted more. 

Zeke’s mouth began to hover over yours like he was going to kiss you again but he spoke instead. “Be careful (N), I’m going to have to fuck you if you keep that up and I don’t think you’ll be able to handle what I want to do to you right now.” 

He was right, you had been caught up in the moment that you didn’t even realize the sexual tension building up between your thighs again, and how hard he was getting because of you. 

“I’m sorry.” You were a bit embarrassed, so you moved off of his lap and sat next to him on the couch. 

“Let’s watch a movie.” Zeke leaned forward and grabbed the remote off the table and leaned back. 

“What kind of movie?” Zeke smirked and started searching for a specific movie. You watched as he typed. 

“A horror movie of course, we’re watching Scream. One of my favorites.”

“I don’t think I've seen it before, I don’t really watch a whole lot of horror movies.” 

“It’s a classic, we’re definitely watching it.” Zeke pushed his glasses up on his face and clicked on the movie. 

The movie started and Zeke pulled you back to lean against him, now his arm is around your waist and your head on his chest. At first you felt uncomfortable and stiff, but once you felt his body relaxed you did as well. About thirty minutes into the movie you felt Zeke’s legs and arms twitch around a bit so you look up at him to see what he’s doing, and he’s passed out. 

Would this be a good time to try to run, maybe test the waters and see if you can even move without waking him. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, you take your hand and slowly slide his hand off your body. It drops on the couch, you look up again seeing if his eyes are still shut and they are. You lift your head and body from him as slowly as possible, you don't get very far when you feel his arm move and you freeze in place, his hand pushes your head back down to his chest. 

You weren’t sure if he was awake or not so you laid there waiting for him to start yelling at you or hit you, but to your surprise nothing came. 

Getting up wasn’t possible so you laid there for ten minutes watching the movie, your eyes started to hurt and you could barely keep them open. So you eventually gave in and closed them, falling asleep with Zeke for the first time. 

You and Zeke had passed out for hours, by the time you had woken up it was darker outside. Somehow Zeke had straightened you two out on the couch without waking you up. You woke up laying half on his body and half wedged in between the couch and him. But you had never felt more comfortable, his arms were wrapped around you like a big blanket and he was like a giant heater. 

You didn’t move until he did, you weren’t sure if it was safe. One of Zeke’s arms lifts from your back and he rubs his eyes. You push yourself up from his chest and look down at him and smile. “Sleep well?” 

Zeke still laid there trying to wake up. “For once, yes I did.” Zeke gave you a sleepy half smile. 

Zeke starts to sit up and you back up, giving him the space to do so, “I’ve got to use the bathroom, stay put and I’ll be right back.” As Zeke’s leaves he flips on the living room light, you quickly cover your eyes from the sudden light. What a dick couldn’t even warn you at least. 

“Alright.” You sit up fully and start stretching your sore muscles out from sleeping in such a cramped position. All of a sudden you hear people at the front door, keys struggling to slide in the lock but finally they succeed. They are back. The door swings open, Raj and Eren come stumbling in the door laughing. 

You slouch down a bit hoping they don’t see you alone in the living room. But all hope is lost when they walk into the same room. Their eyes light up when they see you sitting there scared and alone. 

They look at each other and smile, they walk over to you both plopped down on either side squishing you in between them. They reeked of alcohol so you know this won’t end very well. You try to stand up to get away from them but Raj grabs your hips and pulls you back down. “Where are you going doll?” 

“Zeke will be back any second now, please let me go.” 

“Awe Zeke wouldn’t mind, right Eren?” Raj peeked over to him grinning. 

“Not too sure, let’s find out shall we?” Eren’s hand slid on your thigh attempting to go up your dress. You gasped and slapped it away trying to push both of them away from you and attempting to get up again. “Get off of me!” You yelled at them, all they did was laugh and tease you some more. 

Eren’s fingers twist in your hair pulling your head back, you yelped out in pain with the sudden tug. Eren leaned into you and whispered in your ear, “Oooo, I like that noise.” 

“What the hell are you guys doing!?” Zeke said angrily as he reentered the room. Both of the men finally had to stop, their attention is now on Zeke. They are laughing at his anger, “calm down Zeke we didn’t do anything.” Eren chuckled 

“Zeke, just the man I was looking for!” Raj said, slurring his words. 

“If you were looking for me Raj, what are your grubby little hands doing all over my property?” 

“Grubby? Why are you so mean? Eren’s touching her too!” Rajs says with fake hurt in his voice. 

“What do you want now Raj?” Zeke begins to walk over to the three of you. Zeke reaches down grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the two drunk men. The one thing that Zeke has ever done that you would be grateful for. You stepped away from Eren and Raj trying to get as much distance as possible. 

“Let me buy her off of you. Whatever you ask for I’ll pay.” 

Your heart dropped, he’s really trying to fucking buy me right now? You look at Zeke panicked, is he considering it? You saw how happy he was when he got paid for killing Raj’s parents, maybe with the right amount of money Zeke would give you away.

Zeke looked at you for a quick second, then back to Raj. “No.” 

You wanted to laugh right in Raj’s face, but you try to hold it together so you don’t get in trouble for anything.

Raj’s face twists into confusion. “What? Why not?” 

“Because I said no.” 

You hear Eren snickering at the conversation, “shut up Eren.” Raj snaps at him, it only makes him laugh even more. 

Raj turns back to Zeke who is giving Raj a blank expression. “What about a rental?” I’ll have her for a few days, and I’ll bring her back in one piece.” 

“You know what, when you put it that way...” Zeke paused for a moment like he was actually considering it. You started to panic, is he really going to let that happen? You saw Raj had a spark of hope that he had convinced Zeke. 

“No.” 

“What?! She's just a stupid woman, why does it matter so much if I have her or not.” 

Some stupid woman? Are you kidding me? He’s the one that looks like an idiot getting told no and he’s acting pouting like a child.

“I don’t know how else to put this, but fuck off Raj, you’re not having her. I don’t care how much money you throw my way, she is mine until I don’t want her anymore. Go find some other woman to ruin.” 

“Ugh, fine whatever be that way!” He sat back down in defeat. 

You look over at Raj who is pouting like a child now. Eren spoke up, “I told you Raj, Zeke doesn’t like to share his toys with anyone, he’s always been that way.” Eren grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels.

“Yeah, maybe because they're mine , go get your own, stop being lazy.” Zeke turned around and faced you, “come on let’s go back upstairs.” 

You didn’t hesitate, you turned around and walked out of the living room, Zeke following right behind you. You are so relieved that you’re out of that room with them, men are such pigs and you cannot wait to escape this nightmare.

Zeke is quiet, and you think to yourself about the conversation you had with him early. He told you to not let another man touch you and they did. So was he upset with you? Will you get punished once getting up to your room?

One at the top of the stairs you spin around to face him, “I tried to get them off of me, I didn’t want them to touch me!” You quickly get out before he can even say anything to you.

Zeke looked down and smirked, “I know, I believe you.” He pushed some hair behind your ear, and kissed your forehead. You hate to admit it but you loved it when he was like this with you. He has been very sweet today, and you couldn’t help but thank Raj for that. You feel like he had some kind of influence on Zeke’s actions today. 

You smiled back at him, face turning pink, and butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. You were happy, you did good for once. No pain, no crying, it had been a pretty decent day. “Thank you for believing me.” You turn around and walk to your room again, now with no anxiety. You feel like you can breathe again. 

You both reach the door and you swing it open before you can walk inside Zeke grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest. He leans down and kisses you and you don’t pull away until he does. 

“Goodnight (N), keep being a good girl and I’ll continue to play nice.” 

“I will, goodnight Zeke.” You stepped back into the room and he shut the door, locking it behind him.

Today was a successful one, you felt like you had actually made some progress with Zeke. He didn’t get mad at you once, you made him happy. You can’t believe you did it, it’s actually possible to please the devil. 

You grabbed some towels and walked in the bathroom to take a quick shower, after that you got into some comfy shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in. You weren’t very tired because of the nap Zeke and you had taken, so you just laid there thinking about how tomorrow will be. You will make it even better for Zeke, you need to make him trust you. 

You kept looking at the clock to see how long you had been up for and it’s three in the morning now. Annoyed, you forced your eyes shut trying to keep them that way. That was until you heard something outside your door, your eyes shot open. The locks lightly click each time one is unlocked. Could Zeke not sleep either? Fuck, you turned your body and pretended you were sleeping so he wouldn’t bother you right now. 

The door slowly creeped open then gently shut. Your back was facing the door so you could cover your face and pretend better. The covers lift from your body letting a cold breeze slip in. He slides under them with you and a hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His hand starts to touch all over you, but it was different, much gentler, like the fingers trailing you were wary, like they’ve never touched you. You didn’t like it, so you quickly turned to face the beast titan, searching for those lapis eyes. 

You’re skin grays when the face you turn to meet is not one belonging to Zeke, those ocean eyes lost, replaced by Raj’s umber eyes. 

It’s like something you see in scary movies, you're laying in bed alone and your husband comes home and you turn to greet him and it’s an ugly monster instead of the man you were expecting. 

You wanted to scream and jump up but Raj covered your mouth and muffled your scream. You try to get up and shove him off of you but he throws one leg over you, trapping you below him, now he’s sitting on your stomach holding you down with his body weight. You feel cold metal and a sharp pinch on your neck, he’s got a pocket knife to your throat and you freeze. 

“I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth and if you scream I’ll plunge this knife right into your throat. Nod if you understand.”

Your pulse is racing, you're not sure what to do but you’ve gotta think quick. You nod your head and he slowly removes his hand from your mouth. He leaned in closer so you could hear him better.

“I’ve known Zeke my whole life and he usually folds when it comes to money, but with you he didn’t? I thought that was very…interesting. So I had to see for myself why?” His hand slid up your shirt squeezing your breasts. 

You stayed still letting him do whatever he wants right now while you think of a plan. You have to get him off of you and alert Zeke somehow, but you can’t scream with this knife at your throat. 

All you could hear was Zeke’s voice telling you not to let another man touch you, and you were terrified of what he’ll do if he finds out what has happened. You would be the one punished no one else, you would get the worst end of it you always do. 

“Awe, don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle with you baby.” Raj said mockling, the knife lifted from your neck and he slowly slid it down from your throat to your chest.

“You know I’m not the only one that wants a taste. Eren is starting to wonder why you’re still around, what could be so special about you .” He lifted up your shirt now exposing your chest to him. You watched his eyes scanning your body, he licked his lips like he wanted to eat you alive. He flipped the knife over so it’s flat, putting the cold metal on your nipple, hardening it. 

“I’m starting to see what Zeke likes about you.” You feel his dick push against you and you start to squirm beneath him and you go to open your mouth to yell for him to get off of you but the knife quickly moves back your throat. You gasp closing your eyes and turning your head away as if it would have done something. 

You are scared, and you can’t let this happen. If you were to survive this what would Zeke do to you? He would be furious, you let another man touch you and you didn’t even try to fight. But if you fight, this knife will pierce your neck.

Would that be so bad, if it does, then you'd be free. Free from Zeke, Eren, Raj. Free from it all. So did you really have anything to fear if you fought him off? 

Suddenly all the anxiety and fear leaves your body. Your brain starts to turn and think, you don’t care for your life so why are you so scared to fight back. “Zeke’s going to kill you.” You whisper, you slowly open your eyes and turn your head back to him.

Raj grinned leaned in closer to you, “he won’t kill me, maybe be a little upset but he would never. Not over some useless woman at least.” He rolled his eyes. 

“How do you know I’m just some useless woman to him?” You said confidently, “Zeke doesn’t just like anyone, you said it yourself.” You saw something in his eyes shift, almost like you scared him just a bit.

The knife pressed a little harder and you felt a bit of blood dribble down your neck. You were scaring him and you knew it. “Shut your mouth slut.” 

You smiled and leaned in closer to him now, the knife pressing harder on your neck, you don’t even feel it, the adrenaline rushing through you blocks all pain right now. This little nick in your neck will be nothing compared to what Zeke will do to you if you don’t show you didn’t fight back. “Zeke saved my life for a reason, and if you kill me what do you think he would do to you Raj.” 

You see a single twitch in his eye, you’re getting to him. “He wouldn’t kill me, I’ve known him my whole life.” He smirked back at you with assurance.

You started chuckling, making that stupid smile fall from his face. “Maybe not kill you, but he sure does love punishing people who have disobeyed his orders, and he did tell you to get your fucking grubby hands off of me.” 

Raj glared down at you, his hand raised and he slapped you hard, it was nothing compared to Zeke’s, it was almost laughable. It gives you the perfect opportunity to plant your feet on the bed and thrust him off of you, he lands on the edge of the bed, his body slowly sliding off but he grabs you and pulls you with him so now both of you are falling off. 

He hits the floor first with a loud thud and you fall right on top of him. He rolls you around quickly slamming your wrists on the floor so he’s back on top. You remember this, Jean had taught you how to get out of this kind of position. You bucked your hips again and he loses balance falling forward you hug around his chest and pull your body up so you can reach his arm, you buckle Raj’s arm and he finally falls, you roll back on top of him getting him in an armbar. You’ve got him, he’s trapped now.

He’s easy to subdue, Raj is weak, his strength is not even comparable to Zeke or Eren. You could snap his arm so easily, and you should, he’s a disgusting pervert that deserves it. You could kill him after breaking his arm, it would be so easy. The knife is sitting on the bed and you can see it glistening off of the moon light. It would fit so perfectly in your hand, you loved fighting with a knife, it was your weapon of choice, you are good and quick with them.

He would be too busy screaming in pain to notice what you were going to do. You could slit his throat just like he was going to do to you. You could see it in your head, the knife slicing his flesh wide open and blood spraying out, but most of all his face. The total and utter shock, he would be gripping his neck as you both lock eyes and he bleeds out, his eyes would say it all, you would be able to tell by the look he would give Raj would regret every decision he’s ever made. You can almost taste it now, the urge to end his worthless life was the only thing that could make you feel better in this moment. 

All you could see is red right now, you’re finally in control, he’s at your will, the more he tries to struggle the more pressure you put on his arm. He whines out like a wounded animal and begs you to let him go. “Wait, don't break it please stop, I'll leave!” 

You let out a maniacal laugh, what a stupid attempt to get free, “you're a pathetic excuse for a man and I’m going to snap your arm like a fucking twig!” You yelled, but it didn’t even sound like you. You sounded like you had gone insane, like the devil had entered your body and was talking for you, giving you these evil thoughts.

The door swings open and Zeke rushes in the room looking down at the sight before him. You both freeze in place, both of you breathing hard from the struggle.

You make eye contact with Zeke, you’re fucked. The hunger to kill slowly fades away and fear creeps up in its place when you see him looking down at you.

“Oh thank god, Zeke, can you get her off of me!” Raj yelled out of frustration.

He didn’t say a word to Raj, he’s pissed you can see it all over his face, but is he mad at you or Raj? You’ve done nothing wrong but you look like the bad guy trying to break his arm. Why couldn’t he have walked in when Raj was on top of you? Why did he have to walk on now? 

Zeke is the one that told you not to let another man touch you, and you’re doing just that. But why does he look so mad? You can feel your heartbeat throughout your whole body as well as Raj’s. 

He narrows his eyes at both of you, you can tell he’s trying to decide something. Maybe your punishment, if you break his arm now would he break yours? Should you let go? Your brain is telling you to let go, and crawl to Zeke on all fours begging for his apology, but your body isn’t listening, you can’t let go. 

“What are you waiting for? Get your crazy bitch off of me Zeke!” Raj yelled louder now.

You still hold his arm above his head, one leg over Raj’s neck and the other foot is under his body to hold him in place, you could still snap it if needed. Zeke hasn’t said a word, only his mouth curved up into malicious scowl. 

Zeke didn’t even bat an eye at him, he simply looked at you, cocking a brow as if expecting something from you. You scan his face, searching, hoping his eyes might give a clue. 

“What are you waiting for (N), do it.” 

You don’t move. You search for the trickery behind his voice. Perhaps it was a test, and Zeke was seeing if you’d let his poor friend go in a spurt of mercy. 

Raj thrashes harder in your grasp, his renewed fear tells you this wasn’t a joke; it wasn’t a test. You’d been given the green light, the chance to take some power back in this cage, and you weren’t going to waste it.

You add pressure, and Raj’s cries went up an octave, panic shredding his vocal cords. “Wait! Zeke, don’t let her do th-“ The regal man cuts off. You quickly arch your back using all your strength, pulling taught til you feel the tendons stretch beyond their limits. Bones popping, and Raj screams of agony wrack against your body, filling you with warmth. 

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough for you, you craved more. You wanted him to beg for his life, on his hands and knees, feeling the shame he meant for you.

As you drown in the sweet sound of Raj’s agony, you feel every emotion all at once, while simultaneously feeling nothing at all. You felt happy. You didn’t feel scared. In that moment of power, there was nothing to fear. Not just in this prison, but in the entire world. It was euphoric. 

You couldn’t stop yourself. You were a puppet on strings, being pulled by someone else. You snap back into your own body and immediately let the flailing man loose. You roll away from him, quickly stood up to snatch the knife off the bed and rushed over to Raj, who only gawked in panic. 

“What are you doing, what are you going to do?!”

You approach him like a rabbit would a snare, careful not to give away your plans too quickly. Raj shifts gaze from you to Zeke, silently pleading for aid. Zeke only kept his attention on you, something of pride clear in his low smile.

You step on the broken arm, feeling the bone wriggle in his flesh under your heel. He cries out, though his shrieks were hoarse due to his last scream shredding his throat. It’s the most angelic sound you’ve heard, like the bells of heaven’s pearly gates ringing for you to come home. 

You never considered yourself a religious woman, but this glorious sound would convert any cynic. 

He is thrashing his feet around trying to get you off of him. You’re surprised Zeke is letting you do this. You keep giving Zeke quick glances, wordlessly checking if this was still ok. No objection came.

You point the wicked blade to the base of his throat, trailing over his Adam's apple and wondering if he’d still be beautiful with a scar like yours. The thought gives you a twisted comfort. Feel my pain, you think, my shame. 

“Zeke! Don’t let this crazy bitch kill me!” Raj wailed in a panic, trying to push you off his broken arm but failing humorously. 

You began to apply pressure with the sharp edge of the knife, but before you could get the job done Zeke snatched you up around the waist lifting you off the ground away from Raj.

“Now, now, calm down little one. I can’t have you killing Eren’s best friend. I think you’ve scared him enough, killer.” 

Your voice rips out, angry and determined to end the wounded man before you. All your pent up emotion was pouring out right now, and you feared that you’d never settle til the man who’d hurt you was gone. 

You kick, trying hard to break loose from Zeke, but not finding the leverage. “Let me go! Please, let me kill him! That bastard deserves to die!” You wallowed, you couldn’t help it. You were so blinded by rage that you didn’t even realize you were yelling at Zeke, but he didn’t seem to care right now. He could barely focus on your words between the two screeching bodies in your room. 

Zeke talked over the yelling, “Raj, you’re being dramatic, it’s a clean break, it will heal just fine.” He twisted you away from Raj attempting to take your thrashing body out of the room. You’re still yelling profanities and trying your hardest to get back to Raj, red filling your world. 

“What the fuck is happening right now?” Eren hurried into the room. He looked like he had just woken up. Eren is in shock when he sees his friend on the ground yelling about his arm and Zeke’s holding you back like a rabid dog ready to rip Raj apart. 

“Your friends an idiot, he obviously didn’t listen to me when I said not to touch her.” Zeke said, giving you a sudden jolt when he repositions you in his grip, mostly to silently tell you to calm down. You lower your head in acceptance. 

“You’re lucky I showed up when I did or he would have been dead.” Zeke chuckled as he walked past Eren with your body dangling helplessly in his arms. 

Eren’s face twisted into anger, “Raj, you fucking dumb ass!” Eren stomped over to his friend helping him up. “Get up and stop being a baby.” 

“That fucking bitch broke my goddamn arm! What do you mean stop being a baby! Some people can’t heal, Eren!” 

“You’ll be fine.” Eren’s voice and Raj’s cries get quieter as you’re carried away from the room, heart unsatisfied that the man lives to walk out of here. You won’t be so lucky. 

You were breathing heavily, still shaking from the anger. Fearing the unknown, You wished to return to that world you entered before. That perfect world, where fear didn’t exist for you. That land was long lost as you are carried down the darkened hallway, the wall sconces offering little light, the moon sharing more through the windows. 

You dangle, paying zero attention to where Zeke was bringing you til the man rattles a door handle, drawing you back to the plains. It was porcelain, ivory-colored walls with marble counters, a plush brown carpet meticulously centered, much nicer than your living quarters. 

This was his room. Dread fills your stomach, but you say nothing, fearing further provocation. 

Slowly he put both your feet on the ground, “are you done now?” His chin rested on your shoulder. Heart is still beating out of your chest but you feel slightly better being held by Zeke. 

You started to think more clearly now that you’re not facing Raj either. You dropped the knife on the ground realizing it’s still in your hand, and Zeke’s hold loosened knowing the knife is no longer in your hand, you turned around grabbing a fist full of his black t-shirt and put your head in Zeke’s chest, you started to sob hysterically. 

You could tell Zeke wasn’t expecting that, but his arms slowly wrapped around you, holding you closer to him and it only made you cry more.

“I-I didn’t want him to touch me.” You barely got out, you were crying so hard. “I thought it was you coming in the room and it was him.” 

“Shh, I know. Calm down, I'm here now. You're safe with me.” Zeke put his chin on your head and held you close until you stopped crying. 

The way he held you, and talked so calmly comforted you in ways you can’t understand. You wanted to stay like this forever, being held wasn’t something you had growing up. 

“Let me see your neck, I saw some blood.” You lifted your head from his chest and showed him. It wasn’t too bad, there were probably two little cuts, the blood wasn’t pouring out just little dribbles down your neck and some of it smeared from the fight between Raj and you making it look worse than it actually was. Zeke pulled you into his bathroom and lifted you up onto the white marble countertop. 

You sat there patiently as he grabbed some stuff to clean your wounds. You looked around the bathroom, it was similar to yours but better, much bigger and it had a shower and a tub. 

You weren’t sure what to say to Zeke, you were a bit embarrassed for crying the way you did. He walked over to you, setting some stuff down next to you. He grabbed your chin and turned your head at an angle so he could clean your neck better. 

“Tell me what happened.” He took a cold wet cloth and started gently wipe the smeared dry blood off your throat to get a better look at the cuts. 

“I was trying to go to sleep, and I thought you had gotten into the bed with me but it was Raj. I wanted to scream but he covered my mouth so I couldn’t.” Your voice began to waver from holding back tears. Zeke looked up from cleaning your neck because you had stopped talking, you can see a hint of anger in his eyes. Tears rolled down your cheeks and Zeke cups your face in his hands and wipes away your salty tears. 

“It’s okay, you can tell me what he did.” You nodded, he let go of your face and you lifted your chin back up so he could start to put medicine on your wounds. 

“He…touched all over my chest and lifted up my shirt to look at me.” Zeke peered up for a second and went back to focusing on putting some bandages on your throat. His silence scared you so you continued to nervously ramble on, fumbling over your words and picking at the skin around your finger nails anxiously.

“But I fought him off before he could do anything else, I didn’t want him to touch me. You told me not to let another man do it, so I tried my hardest to get him off of me, I-“ you stopped talking when you saw him watching you.

He was smiling softly at you and placed a hand on yours to stop your nervous picking. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do. You’re not in trouble, if anything I’m happy you broke that fuckers arm, he deserved if for touching what’s mine.” 

“I’m happy you let me break it.” You smiled, “I would have much rather killed him though.” You said in a disappointed tone.

Zeke let out a deep laugh, “I know you wanted to but I would rather not have to deal with my brother after that. Eren would have been pissed if I let you kill him. I’m sure he learned his lesson.” 

You started yawning, it was probably four in the morning and you were finally sleepy after all of that. “Come on, let's go to bed.” Zeke scooped you off the counter top and carried you to his bed. “Am I sleeping in here tonight?” You look over at Zeke confused. 

“Yes, is there a problem with that?” Zeke asked before setting you down. 

“No, not at all. I was just curious.” 

Zeke set you down on his ginormous California king size bed, he’s got cream colored silk sheets that feel amazing on your freshly shaven legs. It’s so much more comfortable than yours. 

Zeke walked over near the door switching the lights off making it pitch black other than the moon shining through the window. He flicked on the ceiling fan, the slight breeze felt nice, it's making a slight noise breaking the awkward silence in the room. 

He climbed into the bed next to you, and you laid down flat on your back. You felt uncomfortable, this wasn’t your bed and you didn’t want to take up much space even though this bed was bigger than yours. Zeke took his shirt off and it scared you a little bit, was he getting naked to try to have sex right now? You literally almost had gotten raped by another man, it’s the last thing you want but you couldn’t refuse him. You had to let him do what he wants, you don’t have a choice when it comes to stuff like that, if Zeke wanted it he was going to get it. 

Zeke must have seen the fear in your face, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. He pushed you on your side so your back is facing him and he snuggled into your body spooning you. “Goodnight (N).” 

“Goodnight Zeke.” Maybe he wasn’t going to try and fuck you, it was pretty early in the morning he’s probably very sleepy. Thank god. You’ve had such a long night you just want to go to sleep. He grabbed your wrist and held it as he fell asleep, maybe so he could feel if you would get up but either way it made you feel better.

You felt safe now, you cuddled back into his giant arms, they swallowed your body and you couldn’t help but smile. His warm chest pressing up against your back, his hot breath fanning your delicate skin. You felt at peace. The sound of his rasp, it was heavenly. 

As much as you hated to admit it, there was this tiny part of Zeke that was sweet; nurturing even. 

It comforted you, more than it scared you, and that was a dangerous place. A place of no return. Zeke being capable of love meant that the cold exterior of his heart could ultimately be broken with very gentle persuasion. 

You need only chip at that rough surface, and embrace the man for all his evil; and climb to freedom with that thread of trust. 

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The blanket of Zeke’s warmth abruptly leaves you and it causes you to stir, he’s standing up out of bed stretching from his sleep. You turn over and watch him, his body is so incredibly fit. Your bed was much smaller than that of Zeke’s, and he probably slept roughly, if the bags under his eyes spoke truth. Your eyes scan his beautiful body; it's sculpted to perfection, not a scar in sight. Not even a blemish, or a freckle. His tan skin was smooth, devoid of flaw much like the rest of him. This man was incredibly lucky, and he must know it too.

Zeke’s sweats hang low on his hips, your eyes trail lower and you can see the line of a tent beneath his waistband. He’s hard as a rock. Embarrassment flares your body, rushing up through your belly into your cheeks, which you hoped weren’t burnt red. He’s hard again, you know that’s normal for men, but it still makes you a bit flustered. 

“Like what you see darling?” Your eyes shoot back up to his face, clearly embarrassed that he had seen you staring at him. He had been watching you that entire time while your eyes wandered his body. 

You have been caught and the only thing you can do is own up to it, “only a little.” You said messing around with him, he can tell you’re lying, and only offers a chuckle as some rebuttal. 

His arms crossed his chest, like he was a parent waiting for their child to fess up, “you're a terrible liar (N).”  

“Okay fine, you caught me.” You threw your hands up in defeat and chuckled. 

Zeke had laughed with you and walked in the bathroom, not even bothering to shut the door. After he washed his hands and sat back on the bed with you. 

You were wondering what today was going to be, you were dying to ask. “So what are we doing today?” You asked with excitement in your voice. 

“Sadly nothing, I’ve got to get some work done. You’ll have to stay in your room for today.” 

Zeke saw the happy expression on your face drop. “Oh…okay.” You couldn’t help but be sad, you didn’t want to go back to that room. You didn’t want to be alone, that's when the darkest of thoughts would come out. 

“Don’t be so disappointed, it’s only for a day.” Zeke said casually, but how could you not be disappointed, you had been let out of that room for two days now and you had to go back in isolation once again. He could never understand what that feels like. 

Maybe he could give you something to distract you from yourself. “Could I at least have something to do while I’m stuck there?” 

“Like what?” His face twisted into confusion. 

“I don’t know, it just gets so boring being alone all day. Maybe like a book or if you have any puzzles. Really anything to keep me busy?”

“Hmm, I supposed I could find something.” Zeke puts a finger to his chin and thinks for a moment, then he bends down and grabs something under his bed he lifts a medium size chest and puts it onto the bed. 

You lean forward on your hands as he opens it and shows you what’s inside. Inside is a bunch of art supplies, all neatly assembled. Pens, paint brushes, and a tiny tray of watercolor paint. “You can paint or draw whatever you want to do, just be careful with my stuff. Understand that this,” he closes the chest with the palm of his hand, “is a privilege you have earned. I can take it away just as easily as given.” 

You give him a big grin, “thank you Zeke!” You call happily, enjoying that you’ll no longer have to sit idly in this empty room.  

“alright let’s get you back to your room, i've got work to get done today before you distract me again.” Another smile tugs at your lips, you nod your head. You push the blankets off the rest of your body and stand. You stretch out the soreness in your arms and legs from the fight you had last night with Raj. 

You wondered if Raj is still here? While Zeke dresses himself for the day, you can’t keep the question in. “What happened to Raj?” 

Zeke doesn’t react to your words, only continuing to button up his cool dress shirt. “Don’t worry about Raj, das Schätzchen. The only man you should concern your pretty little head with is me.” 

“I’m only asking, I don’t want him to come back to my room again.”

“You’ve proven already that you’re stronger than he is, if you’ve beaten him once you can surely beat him again.” Zeke says, and you’re honestly taken back by the praise. Never were you expecting something so positive from Zeke’s mouth.

Zeke approaches your smaller form and before you can think to move, a large hand is cupping your chin, holding you in place and forcing you to meet those eyes of indigo. 

“Never forget, little one. The only thing you should be afraid of in this whole world is me. Not Raj. Not Eren. Fucking me.” 

His hands trailed down to the base of your throat, giving you a tug toward him and forcing your lips on his. You feel teeth on your bottom lip, quickly massaged by the tip of his tongue. You know it isn’t meant to be pleasant, it’s more a message than anything. 

Never fear any man more than your captor. 

———

Painting in your room alone proved to be much more exciting than sitting and waiting for Zeke to return. You painted for hours, completing page after page of watercolor art and scattering them all across the floor, hoping that Zeke will take notice of some. 

The blue of the sky has turned dark and the distant laughter of the house has dialed low, the large mansion silent. Your eyes grow tired, and you start getting ready for bed when you hear a commotion down stairs? Yelling, laughing, and talking. You had thought everyone had gone to bed by now, you look at the time and it’s 2:30 in the morning. It sounded like a lot of people had entered the house, the house of chaos prominent as if whoever had just entered was having trouble finding their way. You press your ear up to the door to see if you can hear anything.

You hear Zeke, “what’s going on, why are you guys so drunk? Shouldn’t you be on the other island?” You can tell from behind the shut door that he sounded annoyed.

Hearing another voice, this one sounding familiar, that voice nearly soothing, and you can’t figure out why exactly.

“Zeke, calm down, we completed our mission, we got the Jaw Titan, and we didn’t lose anyone, we’re celebrating!” One of the familiar voices yelled. 

“Fuucckkkk, how did they get Ymir!” You whisper to yourself,  pressing your ear back up to the door to listen for more, but the voices were softer now, as if they had made their way further through the house and away from your bedroom. 

The mansion shakes from the sound of music being blared, giving up hope on hearing more information on your captured comrade. You climb into bed, wondering where they are keeping her, unsure if they’d risk keeping her locked away in the basement same as you. You also wonder if Historia is doing okay, guessing the poor thing must be so heart broken, they loved each other so much.

You laid there thinking about how you can help Ymir. Since you and Zeke seem to be growing closer, maybe he’ll slip up and say something he’s not supposed to. That doesn’t seem to be Zeke’s way, the man almost never makes mistakes, but you aren’t going to give up on your old friend so easily. 

Hopefully they don’t plan on feeding her off to someone too soon. But knowing just how much the titans love to show off, they could kill her by the end of the night, it wouldn’t surprise you. 

You feel so useless, stuck in this tiny, stupid room, the one that’s keeping you apart from another person who Zeke will kill. Tears roll down the hills of your cheeks, feeling completely helpless, like an infant. 

Anger boils, urging you to get up and break everything in sight, just to draw attention away from Ymir, to you instead. If only you weren’t a coward and brutally terrified of Zeke’s wrath, you’d do it instantly and without fear, taking your fists to the glass and clay around the room til shards paint the floor and leave your knuckles bloody. If only.

You grab a pillow and shove your face in it, pouring all of your emotion into one muffled scream. 

All you want is Jean and Sasha back, needing them to hold you and tell you everything’s going to be okay, but you know that will never happen again. They are both gone forever and it’s all because of Zeke, he killed both of them. And he’ll kill Ymir next. And he’ll keep you alive just so you can live in agony, alone. 

Sniffling, you succumb to the realm in your head, and dream of Ymir and Historia sharing their secrets with you, their identities, as if the three of you had grown up normal.

In the morning, your eyes fight to open, the tears you shed create crystalline around your eyes that you blink to fight away. You’re exhausted, depressed, and tired beyond belief.

You thought you would feel less angry when you rose, but you wake up still in a shit mood. Ymir was captured. Still not able to think of anything else, only her torture, her death sentence, and the want to save her. 

Your heart aches from all the terror and loss you’ve suffered over the years, you can never fully recover from losing them, but what you can do is keep fighting to stay alive. They would want you to live, afterall. 

You decided to get up to get in the shower and get ready for the day, walking to your closet and picking out a simple comfortable outfit. Black leggings, with a black long sleeve tight shirt that is short enough to show the bottom of your stomach, much more for Zeke than for yourself. After getting dressed, you walk back to the bed and lay back down, waiting for the moment someone, Zeke or Pieck, comes to you with news or to drag you somewhere. 

Your mind starts to wonder about Ymir again, I wonder if she’s down in the basement, but why would they keep someone so important here…that wouldn’t make any sense. How did they even get to her, no one knew about Ymir, only a handful of people knew about her true identity in Eldia, only those close to her, to you…

Your mind blooms images of your time with the scouts, brief, a meeting of two powerful groups, never meant to be more than a quick passing in the woods. You replay moments, with the many men and women, searching for the odd man out, the mole.

The knob rattles from the other side, shutting those memories off. You really didn’t want to talk to Zeke or even look at him, knowing that he’d sacrifice your friend without an ounce of regret, disguised as duty but so obviously satisfying for him. 

You lie still as a statue in its poise as the door opens, and the room turns cold around you. You don’t breathe, hoping that Zeke might believe you are sleeping, and leave you be. It won’t work, you know, for the devil can’t be assuaged, but you cling to that hope regardless. 

The footsteps came your way, plastic, like a tray, gently set on the nightstand beside your still form. 

You feel a hand push your shoulder hard enough to move your body a little, “wake up.” You hear a man’s voice that’s not Zeke’s which made you curious to see who it was. Turning around you see Eren looking down at you.

Eren notices that disturbed confusion in you, and howls in laughter, probably finding your fear adorable.

“Surprise! Wondering why I’m here? I’m here to see you fed, of course!” Eren snips, motioning to the food beside you. “Zeke got too drunk last night. Partied way too hard, for an old man. You want to know why?” You see a devilish smirk on his face. You already know what he’s going to say.

“Ymir.” Is all you say.

“Right you are! Captured your little friend. Had to kill a lot of people to get her but we managed to do it, lost a lot of your kind though, very sad.” Eren said trying and failing to sound upset. 

You must turn dark, cause you see the moment Eren notices it too. He saw, he was getting what he wanted. He could see tears building in your eyes. Who has he killed now? 

“Remember your friends over on your island, Reiner and Bertholdt?” Eren asks you. You do. The two had been the older brothers of the scouts, the pillars of strength for the newbies in the fields of training. 

“What about them? Did you kill them too?” You said, sounding angry but your voice wavered from the lump in your throat. You’re trying hard to keep the tears from falling. 

“Wait…you don’t know?” Eren asked in disbelief, which only frightens you more. You narrowed your eyes at him in waivering confusion. “Know what?” 

“God, you are stupid. Do we have to spell everything out for you? They were never your friends, they were from our island. We sent them for Historia, tiny bitch is valuable as it turns out…”

You don’t believe him. You couldn’t believe him. There was just no way. 

“They are the ones that got Ymir for us.” 

Memories flood back in, like earlier, scanning for the odd man, men out. Their secrecy, their silence, their strange behavior that you had only noticed through coincidence. It all made too much sense, and broke your heart in two. 

Eren was telling the truth, You felt so stupid. You should have known they were the moles all along. How could you be so blind. Tears rolled down the sides of your cheek, you couldn’t contain them any longer. You found Bert and Reiner to be very good friends of yours and they had betrayed everyone so easily. 

Eren took a seat beside you on the bed, bringing an arm behind your back and to your hair, pushing your face into his chest. You breathe in his scent, you hate it. His cologne, expensive, cedarwood, vanilla, mixed together with the underline scent of smoky tobacco. 

Eren begins petting your hair, an absent affection, more to mock your pain.

“Now, now calm down, I know you’re upset. Shit, I would be too, if I was as weak as you are.” 

His words scoured you, making you rip your head away. Your watery eyes shot daggers into his forest green eyes, his stupid little comments aren’t helping anything. All you want to do is hurt him the way you hurt. 

“Can I just eat my breakfast?” You said angrily. 

Eren leaned back against the headboard and stretched his legs out on the bed, getting comfortable. Why the hell is he still here? Why is he not leaving? “Go ahead, what’s stopping you?” He said with a snicker. 

The food is on the table beside him, he’s in your way so you would have to reach across him, you don’t want to give him the opportunity to do anything weird so instead of reaching across him you stood up and walked around the bed. 

Your heart is racing, you have a knot in your stomach. You just know something is not right, he’s planning something. You see the evil look in his eyes, the way he’s smiling at you. Is he upset about Raj? Is he going to do something because you hurt his friend? You watch him carefully as you walk around the bed. 

Eren started to pull his hair up into a messy low bun to get some of his hair out of his face, but some pieces were too short to go back so they fell framing his face. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so nervous?” A wicked smile came not too long after that, making you feel so uncomfortable you stopped at the foot of the bed, too scared to come any closer.

“Why are you still here?” You asked, still frozen in place. 

“I have to make sure my brother's little pet eats, he would be very angry to know you are refusing to eat your food.” 

“I’m not refusing to eat my food!” You looked at him confused and angry. 

“Then what are you waiting for? Come and get it.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “fine.” You walked over there trying to show you’re not scared of him but failing miserably. You picked up the tray and Eren slapped it out of your hands and spilled the food all over your feet making a huge mess.

You looked up at him, dumbfounded that he would do something so childish, and his hand came flying towards your face, slapping you so hard that you lost your balance and fell to your hands and knees, grunting from the pain.

“You really think you deserve to eat after what you did to Raj?!” Eren said standing above you, while you still were on all four, your head dropped in defeat. 

You should have known you were going to get punished somehow for hurting Raj. But you had no other choice, it was either let him rape you or defend yourself. You are so tired of being pushed around and hurt. You gripped the butter knife that had fallen to the floor after Eren knocked it out of your hands. You held it for safety just in case things got out of hand. 

You were shaking with hate, but you forced yourself to speak. “I’m sorry.” But it came out more hateful than you wanted.

Eren laughed and it only made you want to turn around and slit his throat. The only problem was Eren could heal and Raj couldn’t, so if you didn’t cut deep enough you would be the one laying on the floor dead instead of Eren. 

“You know, I don’t think you mean it. You need to beg me for my forgiveness, then maybe I’ll get you more food while you clean up this mess you’ve made.” 

He’s pushing all the right buttons, he’s pushing you to the point where you don’t even care about driving this butter knife in his eye. It wasn’t as sharp as an actual one but it will still get the job done if you put enough pressure on it. 

Instead of attacking him you try one more attempt at apologizing, just beg for his forgiveness, he’s giving you a chance just take it. Give him what he wants.

You twist your body around still on your knees and you look up at him, once your eyes met Eren’s and his cocky little grin, it pushed you over the edge and you snapped. “I’m so fucking sorry your friend was stupid enough to come in my room and try to fuck with me! I’m so sorry, please forgive me for breaking his arm!” You said mocking him this time. 

Eren reached down and grabbed the back of your head by your hair and lifted you to your feet, you still had the butter knife in your hand. 

Eren leaned down to your level, almost touching your nose with his. “That was the worst begging I’ve ever seen.” 

You glared at him boiling with anger. “Fuck you.” Your hand that’s holding the knife twitched in your hand. 

Eren’s eyes glanced down at your hand and back to you, his hand dropped from your hair and he backed up a bit standing with his arms open, “what are you waiting for? Go on, do it.” He lifted his head exposing his neck for you.

You said nothing but looked at him, he looked at you with a wide toothy grin and laughed. “Now  drop the fucking knife if your not going to do anything with it, you look stupid.” 

You didn’t want to drop the weapon, it made you feel better holding it in your hand while he’s around. You didn’t realize but you were shaking your head no. When you didn’t listen to his command right away he snatched you up by your throat making you drop it, he pushed you up against the wall. You grab at his hands trying to pull them off of you.  

“When I tell you to do something, you be a good little girl and you listen.” He squeezed harder, cutting off more air from your lungs. You feel your feet start to lift from the floor, you grab his wrist to try and lift yourself with him so your body isn’t dangling and cutting off more oxygen but it’s not helping much. 

You feel yourself getting weaker, now you're desperate you kick your leg and it connects with Eren’s privates and he drops you instantly and you both fall to the floor in pain. He cursed profusely as he tried to recover from the throbbing agony that you had inflicted on him. It almost made you want to smile but you didn’t have time to think about that. 

You cough and stand up using the wall to help you. You’re still a bit lightheaded but you need to get away from him because once he’s better he’s going to punish you for that, you must find a way to get Zeke up here and help you. Looking around the room you see the bathroom, and it has a lock on the other side. 

You stood there for a split second looking at each other and you saw how pissed he was, he started standing up, and that made you run for the bathroom, Eren not up all the way reached for you ankle and caught it making you trip, you caught yourself so you didn’t fall fully but it gave him more time to get up. You pulled your ankle free from his grasp and started for the bathroom again. 

Almost shutting the door but Eren hit it with his shoulder busting it open making your body hit the counter then falling to the floor. Before you know it he’s on all fours now, sitting on top of you so you can move. 

Eren grabbed your wrists to keep you still he started squeezing hard making you cry out in pain from his nails digging in so deep. “Eren stop! Please stop!” You started pushing and wiggling underneath him. 

“You should have thought about that before kicking me in my balls!” He yelled in your face. 

“I-I’m…” you try to get out but now you're crying, you’re so mad at yourself because you put yourself in this position, you’re so stupid.

“ I-I-I-I’m what? Go on, say it. Say how sorry you are, you fucking cunt.” Eren let go of one wrist and slapped the shit out of you again and you cried out from the stinging sensation. “It won’t fucking do a damn thing now, you had your chance.” 

Eren stood up from your body and shut the door with his foot. “Let me show you what happens when you don’t listen to me.” 

Eren walks back over to and you sit up and scoot away from him, your back against the tub. “Get in.” His eyes darted at the tub then you. 

“What? No please Eren don’t do this, I’m sorry!” You pull your knees up to your chest. Eren sighs annoyed that you still are not listening. He leans down and grabs the back of your head holding a fist full of hair. 

He pulls your head backwards making you follow him into the tub. You want to fight him but you don’t want half your hair to be pulled out in the process. He forces you to lay flat on your back, and he clogged the drain and started running the water. 

You soon realize what he’s going to do to you and you start to sit up and get out of the tub but he pushes forcefully back down, making you hit your head against the acrylic tub. He puts both hands on your body and holds you the best he can while you thrash around trying to get free. 

You feel the cold water start to rise as you fight your way up, Eren is too strong. Getting more panicked when the water passes your ears and some starts slipping into your mouth. Water is getting everywhere from you thrashing around. Finally submerged underwater you try screaming but the cold water enters your mouth making you cough and choke. You hear him laughing at the sight before him. 

He pulled you out of the water to catch your breath for a second only to put you back under again drowning your lungs. You tried to grab on the side of the tub and lift yourself up that way, but your fingers kept slipping from the water. You couldn’t count how many times he did that to you, everything was happening so fast. When you stopped fighting him he drained the water from the tub and left you there to throw up all the water you swallowed. 

“Get up.” Eren said harshly.

Still very incoherent you don’t hear him and he gets very impatient with you he grabs your arm and pulls you up to your feet. 

“God, you’re getting water everywhere, you dumb bitch.” He motions to your clothes, “take this shit off.”

You stand there dripping wet shivering from the ice cold water, slowly trying to take off your clothes. Once again, he gets tired of waiting and takes the bottom of your shirt and forcefully pulls it off over your head then pulls your pants down so hard you almost slip. 

His hand takes a hold on the back of your arm and jerked you out of the tub, your feet tripping all over each other the only the holding you up is the grip he’s got on your arm. Opening the bathroom door, he tosses you on the floor.

”Look at you. Look at how sad you look.  So pathetic, it’s laughable.”

You look over to the door and you see Zeke standing there with his hands in his pockets. He’s wearing black sweat pants and no shirt. He looks like he just woke up.

“What’s going on?” He said yawning.

A little bit of relief comes when you see him.

“You asked me to bring her breakfast, remember?” Eren said leaning against the wall, arms crossed in annoyance.

“I know, but what did she do this time?” 

“For some reason she was refusing to eat her food and started giving me lip about it so I slapped her a few times and she threw her food down on the floor like a child.” Eren said as he watched your face go completely shocked from his bullshit lies.

“What! He’s, he’s lying, Zeke!” You said appalled, he’s trying to get me in trouble! You both sounded like two siblings fighting and Zeke is the parent trying to figure out what happened. 

Zeke sighed and walked over to you and kneeled right in front of you, he put his hand under your chin to make him look at you. You’re still on your hands and knees soaking wet in your bra and underwear. 

“Is that true?” He said with dissatisfaction in his voice. 

“No! Zeke, I didn't throw my food at him, I wasn’t refusing to eat, and I didn’t talk back to him!” 

“Tell me how the food got on the floor then.” Your heart was pounding, will he ever believe you? He did with Raj, so he might believe you now. 

You looked over at Eren and Zeke shook your chin to bring your focus back to him, “don’t look at him, look at me, what happened.”

“He slapped the food out of my hands.” You were shivering from being so cold, teeth chattering together you could barely get the words out. 

Eren interrupted you, “why would I slap the food out of your hands? Do you understand how childish that sounds? You threw a temper tantrum because you can seem to control your anger.” 

Eren is winning Zeke over with his lies and you can do nothing but keep defending yourself hoping he will believe you. “It’s not true I-“

Eren interrupted you again, and of course Zeke let him. “You know she’s got a mouth and temper on her Zeke. I told you that from the start she’s not trained properly.” 

Zeke clicked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head at you. More tears streamed down your cheeks when you realized that Zeke wasn’t going to help you. He looked up at Eren, “you’re not wrong about that one, she can be a bit mouthy.” Zeke looks back at you, meeting your gaze again. 

You could see Eren out of the corner of your eye looking at you with a cocky smile, like he knew Zeke was going to believe what he had to say compared to what you said. “I think being back down in the basement for a while will teach this spoiled bitch not to talk back.” Eren said with a malicious grin. 

You looked at Zeke wide eyed, scared of what he’s going to say. 

“I think you’re right, she’s been awfully bad. I mean look at the mess you’ve made.” 

Your heart dropped to your stomach. He believed his bullshit story Eren told. Why won’t he just pick my side, he knows Eren is lying right?

“No! Wait please, don’t! I’m sorry, please! I don’t want to go bad down there.” Grabbing his wrists on your hands and knees now Pleading to Zeke. 

Zeke crouched down again and cupped the side of your face with one hand and gave you a cold stare as he did it, he broke eye contact with you and looked up at Eren, “take her.” 

You feel arms around your stomach picking you up, still holding on to Zeke’s wrist. 

“Zeke please I’m sorry! No, I don’t want to go back down there!” Yelling, now in fear of the dark cold basement.

He pulled your hands off his wrist and Eren started pulling you towards the door, you went dead weight trying to slip through his grasp making it more difficult to carry you, almost slipping from still being wet but he lifted you back up like you were nothing, so you began to kick and hit again. He’s trying to pull you out the door but you grab on the sides of the door frame making it more difficult for him.

“Can you grab her legs? She’s thrashing around too much.” Eren asked Zeke.

He comes over and grabs your kicking legs.

“NO! Please I don’t want to, I’m sorry I won’t do it again, I’ll be good I promise!” You thrash harder, but Eren jerks you back slightly. 

Eren grabs at your cheeks in anger, “stay fucking still!” 

Now you can’t really move Eren’s got your upper half and Zeke’s got the lower you panic, you yell and beg for them to let you go.

You guys begin making your way through the door and slowly down the steps. 

You're crying and trying everything you can to get out of the grip they have on you, but you were nothing compared to the both of them.

“She’s stronger than she looks.” Eren chuckled. 

As you grew closer to the basement door you gave up that cute, sorry act. 

“Fuck you both! I’ll kill both of you, you fucking bastards! G-Go to hell.” You cried, screaming on the way down to the place you feared the most, the darkness, the place where the ill are rebranded, reconstructed. 

“Ahhh, there she is, her true colors are starting to show.” Eren responded back to you, grinning from ear to ear, “so you believe me now Zeke. She’s a hateful little thing.”

“Awe she’s just scared. She’s actually very sweet.” Zeke jokingly yelling over your screaming.

Eren laughed, they are having the time of their lives scaring you beyond belief. They are getting off to this, humiliating and hurting you over and over. Finally giving up from being so tired you just let them take you the rest of the way down the steps of the basement.

“What’s wrong? Giving up so soon? Awe, that's no fun!” Eren whispered in your ear, making you lurch.

They dropped you on the cold hard floor. You had forgotten you were in your bra and underwear only, hair is still wet from Eren, you scrunch your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them, trying to cover and warm yourself up. You see both Eren and Zeke standing over you.

Zeke bends down to face you.

“What do you think your punishment should be, dear?”

“Eren already gave me one upstairs, please just let me go back up. I promise I won’t act out again, please.”

“Awe, you’re so adorable!” Eren grabs a fist full of hair and pulls you back, studying your tranced eyes. “You actually thought that was your punishment?”

You cry out in pain from him pulling so hard. He forces you up to your feet again and pushes you toward Zeke’s desk and slams you face first, he holds you there with the weight of his body, his front pushing up against the back side of yours, and one hand holds you down by the back of your neck, and the other in the middle of your back. 

“I know a good punishment for bad girls. Hold her still for me Zeke.” Eren looked at Zeke and he smiled back at Eren knowing exactly what to do.

Zeke walks over to his chair and sits in front of you grabbing your elbows to keep you from moving away.

“How many does she get?” Zeke asked Eren, not taking his eyes off of you.

“Hmm,  I would think about twenty five sounds fair? What do you think?” Eren asked Zeke, you look down in defeat and stop struggling. Whatever they are going to do is impossible to get away from, so you might as well stay still and get it over with. 

“Sounds fair to me, what about you?” Zeke looks to you for an answer, but you didn’t know he had been talking to you, so he grabs your face and lifts it up to look at him. Realizing that it was you he had been talking to you nod your head yes.

“Let’s use our words, come on, honey.” 

You feel so disgusted with yourself but you don’t want anything worse to happen so you speak up? voice trembling from the fear of upsetting these terrible men.

“Y- Yes...” you hiccup. His hands move back to your elbow and hold tightly, making sure if you tried to get up you couldn’t. You were at their mercy. 

All of a sudden you feel Eren’s big hand hit your ass so hard it makes you jolt forward and yelp out. Then another one comes on the other cheek making you curl your toes and grab on to Zeke’s arms for some kind of comfort. 

Twenty five finally came, your butt was on fire. Once Zeke let go of your arms Eren grabs you by the back of the neck to make you get up. He wraps both hands around your waist and pulls you in close his chin resting on your shoulder. 

Eren whispers in your ear, “ See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? Your punishment is almost over…you just need to do one more thing for me.” 

You can feel how hard his dick is, and he feels big. You look at Zeke with pleading eyes and he just looks away from you. 

“I think she’s gotten what she deserves, Eren. Let’s just leave her down here now.”

“Don’t tell me you actually love this island devil, Zeke.” Eren sounded annoyed. 

“What? I don’t love her.” Zeke says, averting his gaze to the ground.

“That didn’t sound very convincing to me.” Eren replied back, crossing his arms over your body to hold you close to him.

“Eren, I just think she’s had enough for one day.”

Eren squeezes your cheeks together, “ Awee come on, look at this pretty little mouth. I want to see what it looks like around my dick.” 

Panic starts to set in and you begin to try and break free from his grasp, but Eren holds strong.

“Ah, ah, ah where do you think you’re going?” Eren said with a smug tone.

“Zeke please, don’t let him do this!” You whine. 

Zeke looked at you with guilty eyes for a split second but quickly looked away. You see him start to open a pack of cigarettes, he lights one up and begins puffing the smoke.

Eren starts to speak trying to comb his brother some more, “don’t be selfish brother, she’s too pretty not to share.”

Zeke stands up from his chair and pushes his glasses up, “Do whatever you want just don’t kill her. I’m going upstairs.” Zeke spoke low, sounds of jaded anger. 

You watched Zeke turn to leave, taking the chance of saving you with him. Now you were locked below, bare before Eren. 

You couldn’t believe it. Zeke was the one that told you not to let another man touch you! But he’s letting Eren do just that! He was so quick to tell Raj no but with Eren he folded so easily. He’s got a soft spot for him and Eren knows it, and he uses it to his advantage. 

He begins tugging you to the chair that Zeke was sitting in and sits in it, keeping you held firm. 

“Get on your knees.” He demands, looking up at your somber eyes. 

You whimper softly, but oblige to the serpent man. You slowly drop to your knees, now in between his thighs, you keep your eyes shifted down, studying the dirtied marble tile below.

“Look at me, you fucking whore.” 

You meet those eyes of malice, feeling absolutely hated by the man before you. Zeke surely held a dislike for you, in the beginning, but there was always some sick hunger behind his eyes, like he was enthralled by you. Not with Eren, you see the passion of pure, heated, hatred in those cold eyes. 

“Eren I’m...I’m sorry…please don’t make me do-.” 

Eren cuts you off and places a finger on your mouth to make you quiet, “shhh, I’m tired of your voice, you’re annoying me.” He slides his pants down, exposing himself. He leans to you and unclips your bra then pulls it all the way off. You try to cover yourself from him but he takes your arms away so he can see everything. You feel his eyes staring at your chest, your nipples hardening from the chill of fear. It’s a challenge to remain compliant with Eren.

His hand cups your face and this thumb glides over your lips in a gentle way. “Now, take my dick in your mouth.” He released your face, waiting for you to move. He taps his fingers on the desk when you fail to move, “I’m waiting.”

You look down and see he’s so hard, pre cum dripping from the tip. He grabs some hair on the back of your head and pushes you closer, the tip of his cock petting your dry lips, stinking of salt and something unremarkably man .

Fearing the consequences of hesitation, you wet your lips and wrap your mouth around the sickly phallus. Eren hums, and something immediately sprouts from the tip, more precum, a clear indication that he’s enjoying your warm embrace. 

This scares you, knowing that pieces of this man were being poured down your throat, you pull away without meaning to, and Eren punished this revolt by tightening his grip in your hair. He begins forcing you deeper on his cock, burrowing deeper down your throat with every horrid thrust. 

You can do nothing except endure, so you breathe through the assault, focusing your mind on completing the task of making Eren come. Your mouth shapes an ‘O’ around his penis, making him groan from the sensation, a noise that horrifies you. Eren strokes your tangled hair, “oh fuck, that feels so good!” Eren blurts out.

Lewd slapping fills the quiet basement, you wish very badly to cover your ears from the sound of such sin. The only other noise coming from Eren as he huffs out breathy moans that sting your ears. His pace quickens and you gag around the thick member driving further down your throat. Your eyes water and you gaze up at Eren to see if he’s close. His mouth is open and he eyes you from above, loving the sad expression on your face. 

Beads of sweat have begun perspiring from his temples down his cheeks. Tendrils of hair framing his slack face, his mouth, ajar, and perfect teeth poke through those delicate lips.

There was a foulness to his beauty, someone so angelic could somehow also be crueler than satan. 

Time passes by. Eren never relents. He lasts for too long, using his body to torture you, just as Zeke had. He smacks you, chokes you, leaves hot tears brewing for fresh wounds on your heart. You can’t heal from this, not in the way that an open canker or stab wound would, and you cry because in your subdued state, you realize that you hardly even care anymore. You aren’t disgusted, you aren’t fighting, you only endure and let him in, like a whore, as he said you were. 

Minutes stretch to hours it feels, and his precise thrusts begin to stagger; to lose their perfection. He’s attacking your throat, blearily tearing at you as he chases his high and finally, with a grunt, completes his punishment within you. You feel his hot seed rush down your throat, not even giving you the slightest chance to spit it back out. It’s in your mouth, and then it is gone, and Eren keeps you tethered there to him, to his cock, not removing himself until every ember of his lust has left him.

Finally, he pulls himself out, dragging his cock from your mouth slow, prolonging the agony for as long as possible. You shake, eyes barred and teary from disgust, hugging yourself in searching for comfort.

Eren chuckles and glides his thumb on your bottom lip, making your mouth slightly open, as if inspecting the mess he made of you.  “You did good.”  He says teasingly. He waits to see if he can piss you off again, poking at you. He wants you to fight back, so he can punish you some more. That’s the last thing you want to give to him, you’ve seen the worst of him, and fear what else this man is capable of.

He holds your chin up with one hand, the other stroking the back of your head, “now, what have we learned today?” 

“Not to talk back to you.” You reply in defeat.

“And?” He raised his eyebrows, like you knew what else to say.

You try to think about what else you have done wrong and you can’t think of anything else. Then you remember that he framed you for the food on the ground. 

“And for throwing the food on the floor.” 

“Good girl.” He said smiling. “now, go clean yourself up. You’re a mess.” He lets go of your face and points to the bathroom. You turn around and he slaps your ass to get you to move faster. You yelp your pain, your ass was already sore from your earlier beating, and it just brought back the stinging sensation in full force. 

You do as you’re told, you pick up your bra and walk in the bathroom and shut the door. Your stomach starts to twist and turn so you rush to the toilet and throw up. Aside from the Eren’s release, there wasn’t much else in your stomach so bile is all that exits through your esophagus. You sob into the toilet, feeling regret, but you aren’t sure for who, for what.  

After hacking your lungs, and feeling a tiny bit of reprieve, you wash your face and brush your teeth with the old toothbrush that Pieck had given you. 

You dreaded going back out there and seeing him again. You just stood there holding the door knob, listening for the telltale sign that Eren was still in your prison. The answer is delivered when you hear that sickly voice calling your name, summoning back to his need. You took a deep breath and braced yourself for the worst again. 

“What’s taking you so long?! Hurry the fuck up!”

You swing the door open and walk out from the safe haven of the bathroom, back into the dingy space where Eren resides, a centerpiece for the fouling room. 

You see him standing there, waiting, looking perfect, not a wrinkle of his shirt, nor a strand of hair out of place. He looked perfect, like he hadn't just brutally assaulted you for the past hour or more. He reaches for you and grabs you by the wrist and yanks you to the middle of the room and you look down at the collar at your feet. 

You take one look at it and you turn around, tugging your wrist away from Eren, “please don’t… I... I’ll be good, please just take me back upstairs. Please forgive me, I'm sorry!” He stops pulling you, studying your panting form, taking your words of pleading. 

His eyes give away too much; give away his satisfaction. 

It fills him with joy when you beg him, he steps closer to you, filling your space with the stench of him, making you feel smaller than ever. His hand cupped your face lovingly, as Zeke had before, and if you weren’t so afraid you would have embraced it for all it’s worth. “If only you would have begged like this upstairs for my forgiveness…this would have never happened.” Eren said, pretending to feel bad for you.

He put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down. You drop to your knees making them hit the ground hard, the recoil giving Eren enough time to latch the collar around your neck. You attempt to stand, but Eren likes you below him, kicking you to the ground, making you fall hard on the cold concrete. “Goodnight, slut.”

Eren leaves you, a crumpled, dirty mess on the basement floor, pathetic and defiled. He makes his exit, stopping at the top of the steps to taunt you one last time. 

“Oh by the way, this was fun, let’s do this again sometime.” He winked at you and flicked the light off and left you.

You’re left there all alone in the cold dark room once again. You curl up in a ball and begin to cry, clutching your shivering form. You lay there for hours, waiting for Zeke to come and get you, to carry you back to your bed and clean the mess of you. But he never came back down. You were alone, cold, and miserable in your search for the devil. 

You truly are alone here. In the darkness, the person you yearn for the hardest was the one who had caused you the most pain. The one you craved the most right now to comfort you was Zeke. 

Chapter Text

The next morning you woke up sore, cold, and hungry. The hunger was the worst part, the cramping pains from not eating at all yesterday is finally catching up to you.

You have to pee so bad you just want someone to come down here, you prefer Zeke so you call out for him.

“Hello? Zeke, anyone, please I’m hungry!” You yell trying to get anyone’s attention

“Zeke!”

“ I need to pee! Hello?” Saying it louder

You kept yelling and pausing to see if you can hear anyone coming. Finally you start hearing footsteps from above making their way to the basement. Then the door unlocking, the lights flick on and you see Eren making his way down the steps.

“Oh my fucking god, what do you want?” He sounded very annoyed and sleepy.

“ I have to pee, please can I use the bathroom.”

“That’s what you woke me up for? It’s six in the morning.” Pushing his messy hair out of the way as he spoke.

“I’m sorry I- I just really have to go.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose getting more annoyed, “ ugh fine!”

He made his way over to you and unlocked the collar from you neck.

“ Alright, come on. And hurry up! I want to go back to bed. ” He motioned his hands to the bathroom.

You got up quickly and made your way to the bathroom.  After using the bathroom you stopped at the sink, washed your hands and drank some water.

You opened the door and saw him standing there arms crossed waiting for you to come back.

“ Let’s go I don’t have all day.”

You rushed back to the spot you were before trying not to make him mad. He hooks it back on you and puts the key back into his pocket. You noticed he’s not being as aggressive with you right now so you ask him a question.

“ Will you umm… maybe tell Zeke when he wakes up that I need to see him… may-“

Eren turns around and cuts you off, “What the fu- no!” He yells in disbelief he puts his palms to his face.

You purse out lips together awkwardly and look down. “ Okay.”

“Any other dumb questions before I go back up?!”

Knowing that’s a rhetorical question you answer back, “ no…sorry.”

He turns back around and goes up back upstairs mumbling curse words to himself then shuts the lights off on you.

Wide awake and not knowing what to do you start to think back when Eren told you it was the time, he said it was six. I’ve only got two more hours or so to go before Zeke wakes up to give me breakfast. I can convince him to let me out of the shit place, but only if Eren’s not with him.

God I hate Eren so much, he’s such a dick. I know Zeke can be kind. He’s showed me, but when he’s around Eren he’s a different person. 

“ Fuck Eren.” You whisper because you’re to scared to say it to loud.

Then your mind shifts to Pieck you start to smile. I miss her…maybe she’ll bring me my breakfast today. That would be nice, I can’t wait to talk to her, she always knows how to cheer me up. Well as much as she can in my situation.

You scoot back against the wall so you can lean against something. You put rest the back of your head on the wall and let out a loud sigh of boredom. You look up at the ceiling and roll your eyes, you’re so annoyed with yourself. Why did I have to do something so stupid, you start thinking back when you attacked Eren. I should have know better, but something about him just pisses me off.

You feel like you’ve been thinking for hours all you can hear is your stomach growling at you for food. Suddenly you start to hear noises other than your stomach. It’s coming from upstairs. You sat up straight and smiled, it’s like music to your ears. You kept hearing footsteps like they were approaching the basement but the door would never open. You heard people talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying. They were laughing and having a good time while you were suffering down here all alone and hungry.

You waited, and waited, and waited. No one came for you.

You slowly sank back down pushed you knees to your chest, rested your arms on them and buried your face. No one’s coming for you. They’re going to leave you down here again alone with no food, and no water. Is Zeke that mad at me? Does he not want me anymore? You started to weep.

“ Please… someone…anyone… I’m so alone.”

You mumble to yourself, still crying, hoping someone would answer your prayers.

As if someone was listening to you, the door opened. You shot your head up and started wiping away the tears and sniffling your nose. The lights flick on, you blink trying to adjust your eyes to the light. When they finally do, you see Pieck, gazing down at you with concern.

“Pieck! I’ve miss you!”

Your face lights up you stand up and smile, but you stand up too fast and get really lightheaded and grab on the wall for balance.

She came rushing up to you, grabbing you to ensure you don’t pass out and hit your head. When you don’t, she gave you hug and a kiss on the check. She lets you go and started grabbing things out of her bag she brought with her.

“ I’m so exited to see you, where have you been?!”

“Shh, they don’t know I’m down here. I’ve missed you too.” Blowing you a quick kiss. “ I’m sorry I’ve been gone for a while. I heard a little bit about what’s going on andI brought a bacon egg sandwich. I know it’s not a lot but it’s all I could grab I was in a hurry so eat fas-“

You didn’t give her time to finish you took the food she was handing you and devoured it.

“How long has it been since you’ve had food?” She asked with a concerning look.

“ Umm what time is it?”

“It’s one o’clock.”

“So about a day and a half. Not too long but I haven’t gone without meals in a while so I’m starving.”

“Still that’s so cruel, I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” She said in a guilty voice.

“ It’s okay Pieck I understand.” Trying to talk with a mouth full of food. “ You didn’t bring water did you?”

“Ohh, yes I did sorry, here you go.” She handed you a bottle of water.

You chugged the water and handed it back to her. “ Thank you so much Pieck, I really don’t know what I would do without you here with me.”

“You’re welcome love.” Then she pulled you in for another hug.

You both heard the front door shut and she pulled away from you, “ they’re back. I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry!” She grabbed her stuff and hurried up the stairs turning off the lights and locking the door back up.

She actually risked herself to come down here and help me. You remember back when she told you should wouldn’t ever do that for you. You guys have grown so close since you first met and it makes you happy. You’ve got someone here that’s looking out for you.

After eating you feel so much better, now you’re just cold, alone, and bored. You sit back into the fetal position to warm yourself up again. Still hoping you’ll see Zeke today, you wished you would have asked Pieck to talk to him maybe she could change his mind. She’s pretty good at that.

-Pov Zeke-

“Do whatever you want. I’m going upstairs. ”

After shutting the basement door he leans his back against it and begins to think to himself. He doesn’t want to share you, he wanted you all to himself. Thinking about Eren touching all over you pisses him off, but why? He doesn’t love you. Does he? He hears something strange. He presses his ear to the door to see if he can hear anything, and he does, he hears you pleading Eren not to do this. He wants to go down there and take you away from him.

How, wait no, when did he develop such intense feelings for you. He walks finally walks away from the door to go upstairs and work on some stuff in his office. He needs to get you out of his head.

Getting to his office, he plops down in his comfy office chair and lights up another cigarette and begins working. About three hours went by when he heard a knock on his office door. He looks up from his work and he sees Eren standing there with his hands in his pockets leaning against the door frame.

“Hey, dinners ready.”

“Okay.”

Eren looks at him suspiciously, “ what’s your problem?”

“Nothing.”

Eren walks into his office, shuts the door and takes a seat in front of him.

“ Then why are you being so short with me?”

Not wanting to respond to his question, so he put his attention back down at his paper work and continue filling stuff out.

Eren notices and speaks again, “ Is it because of her? Man you actually like her, don’t you?” He started laughing.

Looking up from his work glaring at him saying, “ I don’t know if I do…just leave it alone Eren.”

“Awe come on, brother you can tell me!”

“Can I?” Saying it sarcastically and dropping the pen and looking at him seriously.

“Alright fine! I won’t touch her anymore.” He throws his hand up in defeat. “ But I can’t promise you anything if she opens up her whore mouth to me again.” He said standing up, “ now come on stop being grumpy and let’s go eat.”

“Alright fine.” He stands up and they both walk to the kitchen. He see Reiner, Bert, Porco, and Pieck is sitting at the table. There are three empty chairs left one for Eren, Annie, and him.

They both sat down at the table and he turned to Pieck sitting next to him, “where’s Annie at?”

“Not sure…she said she was going out on a date with someone.” Saying it loud enough for Berthold to hear.

Reiner spoke up, “ you hear that Bert, you just need to ask her out already!” He said slapping him on the back and smiling!

“ Reiner stop, you don’t have to talk so loud!” Berthold said putting his face in his hands embarrassed.

“ Everyone already knows you’re crushing hard for her, stop being a pussy and ask her out!” Reiner said laughing.

“ I will on my own time Reiner.” Bert said rolling his eyes.

Everyone started laughing. It was a good dinner almost having everyone there. Then he finds himself thinking about you again wishing you were apart of this talking and laughing. He misses your smile.

Finishing his dinner he got up and made his way to the kitchen and put his plate in the sink. He made his way to the basement door and was about to start unlocking then he stopped. He thought about how you probably didn’t want to see him. Why would you? After he just left you with Eren. Feeling to guilty to look at you right now he goes upstairs to his room. After showering he laid down in bed.

Not able to sleep he laid there thinking about what you’re doing right now. Probably sitting there sad, cold and alone. He wants to hold your small body and comfort you. He liked holding you close to him, it felt nice. But did you like it? Probably not. You are his prisoner after all, but the way you smile a him made him forget that you were being held here by force.

Maybe if she were to fall in love with me, she would want to stay willingly. He smiled at that thought of you loving him back. The only other person who loved him was his brother, and that was a different kind of love. He wanted a woman’s touch, but not just any woman. He wanted your touch.

He came to his senses. Knowing it’s just wishful thinking, you would never love him after everything that he’s done to you. How could you? Loving someone as broken as him, he doesn’t deserve anyone after everything he’s done.

His brother was the only one that could ever understand him. Knowing his brother loves him for who he is and what he is, brings comfort to him. He’s not alone in this fucked up world. He will always have Eren.

The next morning he could have sworn he heard you calling his name but it felt like it was only a dream. He got up and got ready for the day, wearing black slacks, nice dress shoes

And a white button up shirt the top of it exposing it his chest. He gave him self one last look in the mirror and left the room. He walked down stairs to get some coffee and a snack for breakfast. When he got to the kitchen Pieck was already there making breakfast.

“ Hey Zeke how’d you sleep?” Pieck asked while flipping a pancake.

“Ehh, okay I guess…what about you?”

“I slept pretty good actually, oh and I made a plate for your girl but she wasn’t in her room.”

“Oh yeah, she tried to attack Eren so she is getting punished for it.”

“Oh, well…what did Eren do to provoke her?” She questioned.

“ It doesn’t matter she shouldn’t be doing shit like that anyways.” He said taking the plate of food from Pieck.

Eren enters the room, “ I heard my name?” He walks past Pieck and steals a piece of bacon.

Pieck begins talking, “ yeah we were about how much of a little shit you are.” She said rolling her eyes.

“ Oh really? We should be talking about how much of a bitch you are.” He said slightly laughing.

“ Fine! if I’m so much of a bitch then give me back my food that I cooked.” She said snatching the plate of food from his hands.

“Wait! I take it back, toothpieck!” Eren said reaching for his food. She finally gives it back to him.

The group started talking and joking around, then Bert walks into the kitchen he started stretching and yawning from just waking up,“ Good morning everyone, and umm… have you guys seen Reiner at all?

The group gave a few confused glances to each to each other but no response came. “No, I haven’t. I actually went to bed kind of early last night.” Zeke exclaimed, strolling closer to the windows, then pulling the blinds open to let in some sun, “But I’m sure he’s around here somewh- oh my god.” He puts his hand on his forehead in disbelief.

“What’s wrong?” Pieck walk up to the window to see what Zeke was looking at.

“Goddammit.” Zeke retorts. Pieck brings her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“ Umm…Bert we found him.” Pieck said turning to Berthold.

“ Oh no, is he outside? Again? That’s the third time this month…” Bertholdt sighs. “This is why we should hide the alcohol from him.” Berthold said, approaching the window.

The three stare at the unconscious Reiner, still sprawled out on the lawn sleeping with a bottle of whiskey in his hand still.

Zeke sighs heavily at his foolish comrade. He was one of the nine titans, a hardened war criminal with countless innocent lives under his belt. How could he act so fucking foolish?

“ Will you guys help me get him inside? He’s so heavy.” Bert says, turning towards the group.

Eren shakes head rapidly, “I’m not helping. That’s all you, Bert.”

“ Yeah… I’m out too. Sorry Bert.” Pieck said shrugging.

“ Oh come on guys please!” Berthold said begging now.

“ I’ll help come on.” Zeke said then turned to Eren, “ come on Eren he’s a big dude just help grab his legs.”

“Oooo, I got a better idea!” Eren walks outside and Bert and Zeke follow.

Eren walks over to the hose and turns it on and walks up to Reiner and starts pouring freezing water all over him he’s laughing manically doing it. “Heheh”

Reiner started making groggy noises as he tries to wake, “H ey! Stop! I’m up! I’m up! Stop!”

“What the hell happened last night?” Zeke said.

“Yeah, why are you sleeping outside?” Eren shouted.

Reiner stands up swaying from still being somewhat drunk, “ uhh, well you see there was this woman…her name was Krista…and I loved her!”

“Her name isn’t Krista anymore Reiner it’s Historia.” Bert explained.

“ She will always be Krista to me!” He snapped at Berthold.

“ In love again?” Eren raised his eyebrows.

“ This time was different! She was so happy all the time and so sweet, but that bitch Ymir took her from me.” He said dramatically.

“ Maybe one day she’ll love you back Reiner!” Bert said patting him on the back, “ come on let’s go inside.”

“ Yeah right.” Eren said underneath his breath.

“ Hey! I heard that, at least I can love you freak!” Reiner yelled at Eren.

“ I can love, you idiot. I love myself.” Eren said confidently.

“Now, now children, calm down.” Zeke said calmly. “We need to get Reiner back inside. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I have actual things to do today besides lounging around all day and wasting time.” Zeke said, looking from Eren to Bert, then to Reiner.

Bert grabbed Reiner on one side and Zeke grab the other to help him not trip over everything while walking inside.

“ Guys…I think I’m going to be sick.” Reiner yelled

“ Oh god. Get him to that bathroom, let’s go Bert.” Zeke started walking faster with Reiner.

“ Don’t throw up yet Reiner, please just hold it in!”

“Eww bro don’t throw up!” Eren butted in.

Reiner begins projectile vomiting and everyone jumps away from him trying not to get hit by it.

“ What the fu-“ Eren tries to get out but starts gagging.

That makes Bert gag then Zeke, then Eren again.

“ Guys I’m so sor-“ Reiner throws up again.

“ That’s it! I’m leaving him!” Eren threw his hands up in defeat and went inside.

After he was finally done Zeke and Bert helped him the rest of the way upstairs. After sometime of helping Reiner Zeke went back to his office to get some work done.

He started to think about you again. I wonder if she’s okay she hasn’t eaten anything, I need to go see he r, he thinks. He isn’t  know sure he can bring himself to do it. He feels guilty knowing he let Eren do that to you. He should have been the only one allowed to touch you. I mean you did belong to him. He couldn’t get you off his mind while he was working

Five o’clock came around when he heard a knock at the door. It was Pieck.

“ Hey. Dinners ready if you want to come down, not everyone is here though, so it won’t be a full table tonight.”

Zeke pulled away from his desk, glancing up at Pieck with a slight grimace.

“Yeah I’ll be down in a second.” He sounded agitated and Pieck quickly noticed.

“ Everything okay?” She said in a concerned voice.

“ Yeah I’ve just….I don’t know been thinking about things.” He took his glasses off and rubbed his face, trying get out of his own head.

“ You know you can talk to me if you need to. I’m not sure if you realize, but girls tend to listen better than men, no offense.” Pieck said making her way into the room.

“It’s just…I let Eren do something bad when I shouldn’t of. I know I’m not his dad, but I should be able to ring in his bad behavior. But I failed. And now I don’t know what to do, Pieck.”

Pieck sighs and pulls out a chair and sits in front of him, “ you’re his older brother, he looks up to you. Eren’s never seen you show love towards anyone else other than him. Maybe he’s jealous?”

Zeke scoffs at Pieck’s foolish assumption.

“Love!? I don’t love her!”

Pieck says nothing, just continuing to stare. Zeke only grows more defensive. 

“ I don’t!” Trying to convince himself.

“Zeke. It’s time to be honest with yourself. You’ve been in denial about her for too long. You know I’m right.”

Zeke’s casts his gaze to the floor, as if in thought.

“I mean…why else would you keep her alive for this long, even when it was inconvenient for you? Why would you waste those all those medical supplies on someone who you didn’t care about?”

Zeke stays quiet, letting Pieck’s words run circles inside his head.

Love? Could he truly love someone else besides Eren? Someone so weak and pitiful?

Some annoying little island devil?

“Why else would you have kept her alive for this long?”

Zeke went still, rigid. Why had he kept you alive this long? It couldn’t have been for himself, because you barely offered up anything for him. You weren’t strong, or even that smart. You constantly found yourself in trouble and we’re always, always making trouble for Zeke.

You were truly an inconvenient little shit, but he didn’t want to see you die. Not yet.

Was Pieck correct? Was he truly in love with you?

An epiphany is dropped on Zeke in that moment. All that time and effort, all those little dates he had planned and the amazing food he had cooked for you. He finally understood, he loved you. It wasn’t something he could deny any longer.

He missed you like crazy. He longed for you gaze and your touch. He wanted so badly to just rush into the basement and throw you into his arms and take you to bed. To wrap you in gentle cloth and hold you forever.

“What have I done, Pieck?” Zeke chokes, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. 

Zeke doesn’t notice, but from where’s she’s sat, a sly smile tugs at her lips. He’s playing right into her hands.

The plan to get you out of here was unraveling nicely.

“She’s still down there you know.” Pieck says shyly, koi. 

He thinks for a moment and reaches for the side drawer and opens it. Searches for your key to unlock your collar that’s around your neck. He can’t find it. He’s sure he left it here.

Where is it?

Pieck had since moved her way towards the door, turning to glance at the blonde shuffling through his desk. 

Another brilliant idea came to her. Her head turns toward Zeke and she spoke, “O h, and by the way I heard Eren in your office earlier. It sounded like he was looking for something.”

Zeke’s eyes shifted up to the Cart, “how did you know it was Eren?”

Oh. I just knew. Nobody else in this house is that fucking noisy. Or angry at 6am.” 

Zeke sighs, accepting her answer.

“ Thanks Pieck.” He responded back.

After she walked out the door he left right after and went to Eren’s room. Approaching his door he smelled weed. He knocked gently and waited for an answer.

Choking came from the other side, “ come in.”

Zeke opened the door and smoke came rolling out swatting at the air, “ Geeeez, open a window.”

“ Sorry bout that.” Eren said passing the blunt to Zeke.

He took a few puffs to calm his nerves, he passes it back to Eren, “Hey, Eren?”

”What?” Eren says before huffing in more smoke. 

You didn’t go through my drawers this morning, did you?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

”May I ask why?” Passive aggressiveness clear in his tone. 

Eren began coughing and tapping the blunt to get the ash off, “That dumb bitch, that’s why. y our girl was yelling at, like, six in the morning and you didn’t get up. So I went to deal with her myself.”

”Did you hurt her…?”

Eren scoffs in a dramatic way, “Of course not, Zeke. You told me not to touch her, remember?” Eren says sweetly, sarcastically. 

”Nah, I just unchained her to let her pee. Then I yelled at her to shut the hell up so I could go back to sleep. Did I hurt her? No. Did I want to? Well….”

”Waking me up would’ve been easier, you know. I can at least handle her outbursts better than you can.”

”Don’t you remember her last little outburst, brother? How you left her all alone with me?”

”Yeah, of course I remember. But that won’t happen again. You obviously can’t be trusted to handle yourself with the prisoners here. You’re too immature, Eren.”

”Immature?” Eren laughs at his brother, “at least I’m not falling in love with some disgusting island devil. Pathetic.”

“I’m not going to argue with you or listen your psychotic delusions.” Zeke takes a breath, calming his slowly racing pulse. 

“Next time wake me up.”

“Yeah, got it.” Eren slightly rolls his eyes, bringing the head of the blunt back to his lips. 

“Oh, and open a fucking window.”

Eren flips Zeke off as he exits the bedroom.

Zeke makes his way to the basement door. He begins unlocking it and walking down the stairs, he flicks on the light and sees you leaning against the wall trying to readjust your eyes to see how’s standing by the stairs.

You look absolutely terrible. Dark shadows surround your eyes, making you appear weak and tired. Subtle bruises paint your arms and legs that aren’t from Zeke. He can only assume that Eren had a little too much fun with you.

From where he’s standing, he can already see the fresh tears welling in your eyes. Your mouth falls open to speak.

“Zeke, I’m so sorry, please, please let me go back upstairs! I won’t mess up again, I’ll be good I swear!” You said getting up and walking to him but the chain isn’t long enough so it jerks you back a little.

He walks over to you, moving to unlock the metal leash around your neck before halting.

“If you want to come back upstairs, there’s just one thing I need you to do for me.”

You wince at that, unsure if you want to find out what he wants now. Their “favors” always seem to leave you with fresh bruises. But if it meant getting out of here, you’d hear what he had to say.

“W-What do I have to do?” You say defeated.

“Tell me that you belong to me. That you’re mine and no one else’s.”

What?

What did he just say?

“If you can do that, I’ll take you back upstairs. If you can’t, I’ll leave you down here for a few more hours to let you ponder your options. It’s up to you, sweetheart.”

Zeke wants you to swear yourself to him, like you’ve had any choice in this situation. You’ve been his, up until two days ago.

When Eren had forced his way down your throat.

Which he had wholeheartedly allowed.

He had made no attempt to stop his brother, and that must’ve came back to bite him in the ass. Now he wants you all for himself. To be his girl only, for however long he plans to keep you alive for.

The though both comforts and terrifies you. But if this is what you need to do for survival, so be it.

“I’m yours.”

“Nobody else’s.”

“ Nobody else’s.”

He scoops you up into his arms, turns on his heels and makes his way for the stairs. He feels you relax more and more in his arms with every step up the stairs.

He knows you’re glad to be getting out. You’ll get to sleep in a real bed soon. You’ll get to see Pieck, who you know has grown to care for you.

He steps through the large door, before allowing it to shut behind him. He makes his way through the large mansion, passing different corridors before stopping in front of a familiar white door. Your room.

He enters and carries you closer to the bed, approaching the frame before lowering you to the mattress. He allows you a moment to find a comfortable position, and pulls the covers up over your small frame.

“Pieck is serving dinner right now, but I’ll tell her to set some aside for you to eat a little bit later. For now, just rest.”

He runs his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. He loves the way you relax into his touch, and he wants to stay with you like this forever.

He pulls away gently when he notices your eyes beginning to flutter rapidly, exhaustion finally catching up with you.

He stands to turn for the door, giving you once last glance before turning the door handle and leaving the room, gently closing the door behind him.

Chapter Text

-pov Zeke-

After shutting the door he walked downstairs to get some dinner for himself letting you rest for a couple of hours. Walking into the kitchen he sees Pieck cleaning stuff up from dinner.

“ Hey I made you a plate here.” She hands him a plate of tacos.

“ Thanks, and I appreciate the talk earlier I needed that.”

“It’s what I do.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sly smirk.

He smiled back and turned away.

Zeke went to the table and sat down and began eating, it was peaceful not having everyone around right now he had a lot on his mind.

Just as he was thinking that a loud crash came though the front door that made him jump.

“ Yoooo! What’s up! Is that my man Zeke?” A man yelled from the doorway of the dinning room.

Just when he thought he could have some kind of peace and quiet Porco Galliard comes walking in. “ Hello Galliard.”

Porco’s has two bags in each shoulder, a back pack on his back and a box in his hand, “ I heard the good news, I’m so pumped to be living here!”

“Yes, we are so excited.” He’s said sarcastically.

“ I kind felt some sarcasm behind that but I’ll take it! Where’s my room going to be at?” He said almost dropping the box in his hands.

“ Isn’t Annie supposed to be helping you get your stuff here? She can show you.” Zeke said taking a bite of his taco.

Porco set the box on the table and began talking, “ Well about that…she kind of ditched me.” Scratching the back of his head.

“ Hmm…I wonder why?”

“She said something about me being to annoying but ehhh she’s a bitch anyways.” He starts laughing.

Eren makes his way down the steps and takes one look at Porco, “ oh hell no.” And turns to go back up, before he can Zeke turned to Eren, “ hey will you show him to his room since you’re already going up there, I’m eating dinner right now.”

He stops and sighs, “ I guess, come on Poc I’m not helping you carry your shit though.”

“Wasn’t expecting you too, thanks man!” He starts grabbing all of his bags putting them back on his shoulders and tries to catch up with Eren.

Zeke finished his food and walked back to the kitchen and opened the microwave grabbing your food to bring some up to you. He knew you had to be hungry.

-pov. you-

You wake up to a loud noise like a door being busted open and someone yelling, “ Yoooo! What’s up! Is that my man Zeke?”

You decide to sit up and your stomach is growling in pain from hunger. You feel like you’re about to throw up. Finally gaining the strength to get out of bed, you uncover yourself and look down seeing your still in your bra and underwear. Earlier when Zeke brought you upstairs you were to tired to change into anything else.

You feel disgusting, you haven’t shower since yesterday either. so you decided to get up and get in the shower. After getting out you brush your teeth and get in comfortable black sweats and a kind of loose fitted gray tee. Once stepping out you hear a light knock on your door. It opens and you see Zeke walking in with a plate of food.

“ Hey, I got some tacos for you, Pieck made them and they taste so good tonight.” He holds out the plate to you.

You walk over to him and grab the plate, “ thank you, I’m so hungry!” Sitting on the bed and put the plate down and begin eating. It’s the best meal you’ve ever had, you were so hungry. Zeke pulled up a chair next to the bed and sets down a bottle of water for you.

“ How is it?” He said smiling.

“ It’s so good,” you took another bite and swallowed, “ you weren’t lying when you said she did good on the tacos.” Wiping your mouth with a napkin he had brought you.

“ I told you. I don’t lie.” Giving you a quick smirk.

Looking over at him about to say something then you stop yourself. He noticed, “ what’s wrong?”

“Well…” you begin playing with your fingers from being so nervous, “ I was just wondering if it’s not to much to ask…”

You pause looking down at your hands now, “ could I maybe see Ymir one last time…so I can at least say goodbye. She’s just a really good friend to me, and if she’s going to die, she should get to see someone she knows, maybe that would give her some kind of comfort.”

He sat there studding you, watching how scared you were to ask. You look up at him with anxious eyes. Chest beating rapidly, ready for him to say no, and yell at you for asking such a dumb question. He grabs your hands to make them stop fidgeting around themselves.

“ I think that’s something I can do for you, just let me talk to a few people and we can do it tomorrow.”

Surprised that he said yes you smile really big, “ really, we can?!”

“Yes we can.” He said reassuring you.

You stand up from the bed in front of Zeke and  wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, “ thank you so much Zeke, that’s very sweet of you!” It takes him a second to realize you’re actually hugging him, he finally wraps his arms around your tiny waste and pulls you in closer.

Your body relaxes into his warm comforting hug, he always smells so nice and clean.

Being held like this almost made you forget what had happened in the last two days. His grip around your waist made butterflies flood inside your stomach.

“ You’re welcome.” He eventually let you go so you could sit back on the bed. He stood up from the chair. “ Well… I should be getting ready for bed soon, get some rest for tomorrow. Have a good sleep.”

“I’ll try, goodnight Zeke.”  Flashing a quick smile at him, and he does the same. He turns around and leaves.

You’re excited you get to see Yimr tomorrow, but it makes you sad as well. You know she’s going to die and there’s nothing you can do about it. I wonder if she’s scared, she never really seemed like the type to scare easily. Definitely putting up a fight she’s always been so tough.

The next morning you woke up around 7am and got ready for the day. Wearing a dark red sweater with a sweetheart neckline, tucked in a black high waisted skirt that flares just a little at the bottom. Some black tights with some black high heels boots that stop at your ankles. You make a slight curl to your hair and put light make up on.

Normally you wouldn’t dress like this, but you have to you have to get Zeke’s attention. Plus it kind of makes you feel better about yourself. After being in that stupid basement for two days.

When Ymir sees you know she’s going to freak out, she’s never seen you dressed up like this. You smile to your self in the mirror then shut off the light to the bathroom.

You heard a light knock on the door and then it open.

“ Hey, it’s Pieck. Oh my god you look so good!”

“Thanks you!” Doing a quick spin to show off your outfit some more.

“ Here’s some breakfast it’s pancakes, bacon, and eggs, also a cup of orange juice.”

“Wow it looks so good! Thanks for always cooking Pieck I wish I could return the favor but…I don’t think Zeke would let me now.” You take the tray of food from her and begin eating.

You turn your head to Pieck, “ Did you already eat?” Shoving a piece of bacon in your mouth.

“ Yeah, I woke up kind of early. I’m making the boys make their own plate.”

“Wow…you trust them enough to handle such a hard task on their own?!” You gasp dramatically.

“ I know, probably stupid of me but like, they are grown men they should be able to right?” She said unsure of herself now. “ Anyways after breakfast Zeke told me to bring you down stairs to him.”

“ Did you know he’s taking me to see Ymir?”

“ He did mention that to me, are you excited to see your friend?” She smiled

“ Yes I am, but I’m also really sad too. I wish she didn’t have to die but I’m hoping seeing her will bring her some kind of comfort she must be scared.” Sound kind of depressed now.

“I’m sorry… there’s really nothing I can say to you to make you feel better but, keep your head up and stay strong.” She put a hand on your arm to try and comfort you.

You gave a half smile, “ I think I’m all finished now, you ready to go?”

You both stood up, she stopped you for a second to fix your hair, “ there, that’s better, you ready to see everyone? It’s pretty crazy down there.” She said warning you, “ Reiner and Bert are probably going to be down there and I know you have some history with them, so try not to lose your shit and get in trouble again please.”

You stood there quietly thinking to yourself, can you handle it? They were supposed to be your friends and they betrayed all of you, of corse it makes you angry you want to kill them for it. There’s nothing you can do… Eren is right you are useless.

“ I really don’t want to go back down to the basement, so I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“ Alright then, let’s go.” She grabbed your hand and pulled you to the door, when she opened it all you could hear was fighting from downstairs.

Pieck turn to you, “ you were right, they couldn’t handle it.”

You both started busting out laughing and walking down the steps. You hear the boys yelling at each other in the kitchen.

“ Reiner you have to share! You can’t have all that bacon to yourself, fat ass!”

“Fuck off Eren, you’ve got five big ass pieces of bacon and mine are smaller! So that’s why I get more!”

“Wait, save some for me! I’ve only got three!”

You hear Reiner and Eren synchronous together, “ shut up, Poc!”

It makes you laugh to hear them fight, they fight like children.

“ I better go and break it up, Zeke should be in the dinning table eating.” Pieck pointed towards a dinning room.

“Okay, thanks.” Walking in the dinning room you see Zeke sitting in a chair eating with his back to you. He doesn’t know you’re right behind him. How you wish you could slit his throat and get this over with, but instead you pull up a chair right beside him and sit.

“ Good morning.” You rest your chin on one of your hands and smile.

Zeke clears his throat not expecting you to be here so early, “ oh, good morning . You look absolutely stunning.”

His words made you blush, “ thank you Zeke, you look handsome as always.” Attempting to flirt back.

He really did look good, you couldn’t deny that. He’s wearing his normal white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, with black slacks and nice dress shoes. His shirt always tucked in and hair always so neat.

“ I think that was the first compliment you’ve ever gave me.” He said slightly surprised.

You smiled at him, once you hear Eren’s voice your smile drops.

Eren saw you as he was walking in the dinning room to sit and eat “ Hey Zeke, Poc’s eating that one bitch today right?” You know he’s trying to get a reaction out of you, this time it won’t work. You know better now.

“ Eren, mind your manners.” Zeke flashed his eyes to you then back to him.

He shrugged, “ Oh, sorry didn’t see her there.”

Fucking liar, you wanted to say but, you kept your mouth shut and ignored his stupid comment.

Porco walked in the room and pulled up a chair next to you, “ and who is this beautiful lady?” He said looking at you.

Zeke spoke before you could say anything, “don’t worry about it, leave her alone. Do I make myself clear.” He sounded so calm but so scary at the same time.

“ Okay, calm down. I was just asking.” He said shoving food in his mouth.

“ Galliard be ready by five. That’s when the ceremony will be.” Zeke said as he finished his last bite.

“ Got it boss.” He said saluting Zeke.

Reiner and Berthold came walking in together.

“ We can get wasted after to celebrate!” Reiner said excitedly.

Bert shook his head in disapproval, “ Reiner I don’t think you need to be drinking anymore, remember what happened last time.”

“Yeah wel-“ Reiner stopped talking and looked at you then turned to Bert who was looking at you as well, Reiner turned back to looked at you again, “ uhhhh, hi…”

Bert said nothing he was to surprised to see you here, the last time he heard you were dead.

“ Surprise!” You said awkwardly.

“ What’s she doing here?” Reiner asked Zeke.

“ That’s none of your business.” Crossing arms and leaning back in his chair.

“ Someone’s grumpy.” He whispered under his breath and sat down next to Bert.

“ Come on, let’s go.” Zeke stood up, and you followed his lead.

As you stood up you felt like all eyes were on you. Reiner and Bert were staring at you confused. Porco was trying to look at your ass as you stood up, and licking his teeth at your figure. And Eren was leaning back looking you up and down. Looking back into those green eyes, it brought up memories from the basement, and you freeze. Eren flashes a sinister smile as if he knows what you’re thinking.

Zeke noticed you weren’t following him so he turns back around to get you. “ Hey, you coming?” He asked snapping you out of it.

“ Yeah, sorry.” You turned and followed after him.

He opened the front door for you and walked you both walked to a car. He opened the back door, you went in and he went after you.

You sat by the window so you could look outside and he sat by the other one once shutting the door.

“ Is everything okay?” He asked breaking the awkward silence.

“ Yeah, I think I’m just nervous to see her.”

“Hmm, okay.”

He could tell that wasn’t what was bothering you, but he didn’t want ask again.

Turning back to the window you start to think about Eren. Why did he scare you so much. There was just something in his eyes that… just terrified you.

You’ve heard stories of Eren while you lived in Eldia. He doesn’t care which side you’re on, if you betray him in any kind of way, he will kill you and have fun doing it.

The War Hammer Titian was giving us information about the Marlins and they found out. We only know about this was because of another spy we had in Marly.

They wanted to confront her, but Eren decided to take matters into his own hands. He ate her before anyone could get the chance to capture and interrogate the woman.

Now he’s got the founding and the War Hammer, making him unstoppable. He liked being in control, being the most powerful. Now not even Zeke could stop him if he wanted to.

No one could.

Those words sent chills down your spine.

“ We’re here.” Zeke said breaking the silence.

Zeke stepped out of the car and held out his hand like a gentleman. You grabbed and got out. Once you got out he pulled you to his chest.

“ Behave yourself.” He said in a firm voice and looking down at you.

“ I will.” Looking at him with a sweetly.

“ Let’s get going then.” He let you go and continued towards the big building.

Once you make it in the building you go into an elevator to the last floor. When it opened you saw a long hallway. You see a man standing in front of locked door.

“ Hello, how are you today?” Zeke asked the officer.

“ Doing just fine, thanks for asking Zeke . Let me buzz you in.”  The man replied.

“Thanks.” Zeke patted him on the back.

You both walked in and you saw a bunch of cells on either side of you some empty some with a prisoner in it. You kept walking until you stop at one.

“ You’ve got a visitor Ymir.”

“Huh? Who the hell would that be?”

Zeke unlocked the cell and moved out of the way, you stepped inside and he shut the door and locked it.

“ Oh my god! We all thought you were dead what the hell!” Ymir came over and picked you up and spun you around like a little rag doll.

“ I’ve missed you too, now put me down my skirt is riding up!” You said trying to pull it down so your ass doesn’t show.

She puts you down and pulls you back into a hug . Ymir looks over your shoulder and sees Zeke leaning against the wall watching both of you.

“ Since I’m going to die, can we at least get some privacy.” Saying in a bitchy tone.

He smirked, “ I suppose.” Zeke pushed himself off the wall, “ I’ll be back in a few hours.” Then he left.

She waited for him to leave, “ so you gunna tell me how the hell you’re still alive or what?” 

“It’s kind of a long story…six months ago, I infiltrated the Titan Mansion and attempted to kill Zeke. Obviously, I failed and got myself captured. He kept me alive in his basement for some time…I’m not really sure how long. When he finally brought me out, I think Pieck mentioned it had been three months.”

“Pieck? I know her…I’ve seen her in here with my a few times.”

Your eyes light up, Pieck was truly an incredible soul. So caring, nurturing, even to strangers. Even to enemies.

“She was the only one who gave me anything to eat down here. Hell, she even snuck me in some wine to help calm the nerves. I gotta say, that’s one ballsy bitch to go behind monkey boys back.”

The quiet cell is lit up with soft giggling from the two women.

“Yeah Pieck sure is amazing. She’s the one who had taken care of me after Zeke had…” your eyes dart up, and you gulp, unsure if you want to continue.

“After Zeke had had his fun…” you bury the memory of your fingernails being torn off deep inside.

“He hurt me in more ways than one. He always sent Pieck to patch me up after he’d cut me or beat me. And he always, always came back. But when he finally let me out of the basement, things improved for me. I had a bed and three square meals a day. Things were looking up, I just had to do what he told me.”

Ymir uncrossed her legs, shifting on her spot on the couch and leaning forward. Her fingers interlock together under her chin as she leans in close. Light from the single bulb hanging above slightly brights her face. Her eyes, slanted now, were dark and suspecting. The intense look almost makes you jump.

She must now what you two had done. That you slept together. How you’d let him. She’ll find out and assume that it was your doing. That you seduced him in order to stay alive. Her judgment might be too much for you to handle.

“Okay, I gotta ask…”

Here it comes.

“Nothing about this makes any sense. I mean for the past three months, you’ve been kept alive and given free reign to titan territory. It doesn’t make sense…there’s something you aren’t telling me. Some reason they’ve kept you around and why they’ve allowed you to come to see me today.”

“What did he do to you? I need to know…I need to know that our piece of shit enemy isn’t a piece of shit rapist too.”

You shift your gaze to the stone flooring. You aren’t sure you can answer her questions honestly if those hickory eyes are looking into your own. You keep your head low, inhaling a shaky breath.

“He…raped me. Only once. It was a few weeks ago.” And I haven’t been given ‘free reign!’ I’m still a prisoner, even if I’m not chained up! I’m not allowed to leave, I stay in that house til someone escorts me outside! Hell, I can’t even use the bathroom without permission!”

You sob, you aren’t even sure when you started crying. You hear yourself yelling at Ymir and you can’t seem to calm down. You shouldn’t be yelling at her, it’s only natural that she’d be curious. Still, you were angry and hurt and needed to let it out.

“Shit…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just had to know. Now that I do, I hate those evil Marleyans even more than before. They’re sick, vile creatures who can’t love anybody except for themselves. They use people in their wars, torture and rape for the simple fact that they can. They can do whatever they want to…normal people like us are powerless against them. We fit into their world.”

“For all the horrible and vile things he’s done to me, he’s done just as many good things too! He could’ve locked me down in the basement and never brought me out-“

“ Stop. Quit that right now. ” Ymir interrupts.

“ You aren’t thinking straight. It’s almost as if you -“ she gasps at her own words, like she had realized something you hadn’t.

“Oh my God…you’re not…falling in love with him…are you?” Ymir’s voice was low, soft. You aren’t sure if she sounded disgusted or terrified.

“Falling in love?! You think that after everything that’s happened, everything he put me through, that Id even consider loving him?! I’ve been kidnapped, abandoned, defiled and starved. I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever loved, and I got raped by the one who had killed them!”

You can’t stop yelling, all the pent up rage inside finally bubbling over. The thread has finally snapped, and you can only listen as the words escape from you.

“Everyday I wake up and wonder if Im going to die. Or if Im going to be put back in their fucking basement.”

“So you don’t love h-“

“NO! I don’t love him!”

The room went noticeably still. Neither women had seen the tall figure that had silently approached from the bars . Did he hear everything I just said?

“ Times up, let’s go.” Zeke started unlocking the cell door.

You gave Ymir one last hug, and she whisper in your ear, “ if you ever escape, tell Historia that I love her.” She kissed you on your cheek.

“ I’m sorry I can’t save you.” After that you let her go and walked out of the cell.

Zeke locked it back up and started walking towards the a door, but not the one you came in from.

“ Where are we going?”

He says nothing but keeps walking. He’s mad at you and you know it. Your mind begins to wonder what your next punishment will be. Anything but the basement, you shudder at the thought of it.

Zeke opens the door and you walk into a enormous room, looking around you see a large staircase leading up to a cliff.

You both waiting for at least fifteen minutes, then Poc walks in the door.

“I can’t believe it, it’s finally happening! Hey you guys the only ones here?”

“Yeah.” Zeke replied cold and short.

Reiner and Bertholdt walked in together

“ I’m so excited for you Poc!” Bert said walking over to him.

“Thanks man!” Poroc gave Bert a big hug.

“ So are we drinking here, or going back to the house to celebrate?” Reiner asked

“I think we should wait till we get home, you know so we don’t drink and drive. It would be the safest.” Bertholdt said shyly.

“Bertholdt right, we’re going to wait till we get back to the house.” Zeke chimes in.

“ Alright, fine I’ll wait I guess, good thing I took a few shots before I left!” He starts laughing.

“Reiner that’s it cool I let you drive!” Bert yelled

“ We got here didn’t we? Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

Annie and Pieck come walking in, and they walk up to the group.

“Hey what’s up everyone!” Pieck announced.

“ Who the hell is she?” Annie asked.

Pieck bumped her with her elbow, “ play nice!”

“Whatever” Annie crossed her arms and walked away.

“ Don’t worry about her, she’s always grumpy.” Pieck told you.

“ Guys, it’s going to be starting soon does anyone know where Eren is?”

“Poc calm down he’ll be here.” Pieck said trying to make him feel better.

Eren finally walks through the door with Ymir in handcuffs. You begin to panic, you turn toward Zeke, “ please don’t make me watch this. I can’t watch another friend die.”

Zeke looks down at you and says nothing then he looks away. You know he’s punishing you for saying those things about him.

Eren puts Ymir on the cliff and chains her up. Tears form in your eyes, you know she’s scared who wouldn’t be. Getting eaten alive would be one of the worst ways to go.

“ Stay here.” Is all he says to you and walks away.

You watch Zeke go, he’s the one injecting the fluid in Poc. As soon as he left Eren walks up behind you,

“Are you ready to watch your friend fucking die?” Eren chuckles in your ear. You turn to glare at him, and your mouth begins to open like you’re going to speak, but Eren cuts you off before you can say anything.

“ Ah, ah, ah. I advice you to really think before you open your mouth to me again, or do i have to remind you what happen last time.”

Zeke walks up and gives Eren an angry look.

“ What? I didn’t touch her, calm down.” Eren laughs.

Zeke doesn’t respond, but only grabs your arm and tugs away from Eren.

You look Poc in his Titian form reaching for Ymir, you close your eyes so you don’t have to watch her die. All you can hear are the bones breaking from him biting her in half, you hearing dripping noises, knowing it’s Ymir’s blood spilling from her body. More tears roll down.

This only sparks that desire to escape more. You realize something; you were getting too comfortable.

Titan Poc falls to the ground with a thud. Hot steam pours from his body as the new powers surge through him. Poc will be coming back soon, as the new Jaw titan.

Everyone celebrates their victory, retaking the Jaw and only growing stronger in unity. They’re a family. Dysfunctional, yes, but tight knit.

You don’t have that anymore, and you couldn’t fill your loneliness with these people. You don’t belong here, but where else could you go? Almost everyone you cared for was now dead, and all your allies in Marley now probably driven out.

Even if you escaped right now, where could you run to? Who would help you escape from Zeke and Eren?

This was your life now. You couldn’t allow yourself to fall in love with Zeke, but you could play the part. Make things easier for yourself, save yourself some pain until they eventually kill you.

It’s what Ymir would’ve wanted for you. What Sasha and Jean would’ve wanted. You could do this for them, until you meet them in the afterlife.

You wipe away the tears spilling down your cheeks and join the group as Poc climbs out of his titan form.

All of you finally make it back to the house Reiner is the first one to grab the bottles and the shot glasses. He pours one for everyone.

“ Cheers to Poc for becoming the Jaw Titian!” Reiner hold up the shot glass, and everyone else lifts theirs. You offer up a fake smile and take the shot.

You sit at the dinning room table while everyone around you is partying and having a good time. Pieck noticed you sitting alone so she walks over, “ hey, you look like you need another shot.” She puts a glass in front of you. 

“ Yeah I do.” You grab it and toss the liquid down your throat not even caring about the burn.

“ Im really sorry about today. I know it’s gotta be hard babe.” She said hugging you.

There’s nothing you can say.

Pieck takes your hand into yours. Her skin is smooth and warm and massages gentle circles into your palm.

She’s a safe space for you, the only bit of comfort you have left in all the darkness. She says nothing. Maybe she knows there’s nothing she can say to console you.

It helps. She doesn’t need to say anything, her presence is enough to mend your bleeding heart. You two stay like this for some time, keeping your hands locked and listening to the muffled party music from the other room.

After an unknown amount of time, Zeke enters the dining room and your moment of peace is over.

“Ahem. I don’t mean to interrupt ladies, but I think it’s time for bed.” He says, only glancing at you. You know he’s talking to you, telling you it’s time for bed.

Your chair scoots and you stand with shaky legs. You step away and push the chair back in.

“ Goodnight Pieck.”

She once again says nothing, only offering sympathetic eyes, a warm smile and a sly head nod. You know what she’s saying. It’ll be ok.

You trudge toward where Zeke is standing in the entrance of the dining room. You make your movements very slow. You keep your head low, and you can feel his heated gaze on you as you approach him.

He stares like he’s a predator stalking its prey. His eyes seem to glow ravenous from behind the lens of his glasses. He looks dazed, and you feel too meek to do or say anything.

“Let’s go.”

You walk behind him, heart pumping loudly in your ears. He doesn’t say a word as the two of you stride through the large mansion. You have a terrible feeling, punishment is the last thing you want right now.

But you also couldn’t see any other reason Zeke had chosen to escort you back to your room. He knew you knew how to find your way back, so there’s only one thing he could be wanting from you right now. The thought makes you want to cry more.

At one point, we pass by Eren’s bedroom and his door is wide open. You hear him coughing, and you see him leaning back in a chair smoking a joint. When you make eye contact he smirks at you and blows out more smoke from his lungs.

After passing his door and walking through a few different rooms, you see the white of your bedroom door at the end of the hallway.

The two of you approach and he turns the knob to usher you in. You walk past him and into the room, it’s just how you left it this morning, bed unmade and loose makeup and hair accessories scattered around the dresser. You had been so happy this morning, it felt like today would never end.

“Zeke- what’s going on? This isn’t like yo-“

“Is what you said true?”

“A-About what?” You choke, feeling uneasy.

“Don’t play dumb with me now. You know what I’m talking about.” So he did hear what you had said to Ymir. He heard all of it.

And now you were alone inside a room with him.

You can’t read the expression on his face. Is he mad? Hurt? Or is this all just another game for Zeke? Maybe he truly didn’t care at all about what you said. Maybe this was all a big test. Some sick mind game for his amusement before he sticks you back inside the basement to rot until he pulls you back out.

A million tiny bugs race through your thoughts. Every fake scenario ending with you in tears and bleeding pop into your head and panic begins to set in.

“I’m talking to you. Is it true?” His words break you out of your trance and you rapidly shake your head.

“Of course it isn’t true, Zeke! I only said those things because Ymir was saying things-“

“What’s not true? You need to be more specific than that if you hope to make amends.”

“About…not loving you.”

That seems to be the answer he’s looking for, because his head cocks to the side every so slightly, like his interest has been peaked.

“So, what? You don’t love me? After all those nice things I’ve done for you? Even when you didn’t deserve it. Taking you out of that basement, giving you food and a place to sleep...”

He said low, taking steps toward you. A soft noise of fear escapes from your throat as you begin to back away from him. He’s angry, and you are extremely fearful of what he has in mind for you.

“…Allowing you to see your little friend before we killed her.”

A few more steps back and you feel the edge of the bed graze the back of you. Nowhere to go, he now stands in front of you. He leans in closer and in an attempt to gain distance, you are forced onto the bed. Your legs dangle off the edge and his own legs are on either side of your knees. He towers over you, eyes never leaving your shaking frame. He drinks the sight up. You below him, trembling and utterly powerless. He snakes a hand up to your throat.

“I’ve done so many nice things for you, and you repay me by claiming to not love me. And now, you want to lie about it. If you truly love me, you’ll have to do better. You’ll need to prove it to me, here and now.”

With that, he quickly pulls away and turns toward the door. “Wait-!” He ignores you, approaching the door. As he moves to shut it, he turns to face you.

The click of the door echoes in your mind

Chapter Text

Zeke shuts the door and walks over to you to you. Your heart is beating so fast you feel like you can hear it.

He stands in front of you, slowly lifting his hands to undo the buttons on his shirt. The first one comes undone and you can see the beginning of his chest hair. Then the second. Then the third.

Finally, his shirt lays open and you can see his muscles from underneath his shirt. He drags the soft material over his shoulders, fully exposing his chest to you. Your eyes wander over his perfectly toned body. You can’t deny that he’s very beautiful like this.

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you to him. You stumble forward you place both hands on his chest to catch yourself, his hands grab your hips.

You cast your eyes up at him, looking very nervous. You know he wants you to prove to him that you love him, but you aren’t sure what to do.

Taking one hand that was on his chest and sliding it up to the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

His lips are warm against yours. Zeke doesn’t resist the temptation to deepen the kiss. He pushes you against him fervently, letting a happy sigh escape him into your mouth.

As the kiss grows more passionate, his tongue slips into your mouth and you fight the urge to pull away. Two hands grabs at your ass and lift you up high into the air. You wrap your legs around his waist, hoping to please him.

He walks you back to the bed and gently places you down. He pulls away, breaking the kiss and allowing you a moment to catch your breath. He standing in front of you again.

“ How are you going to make it up to me?”

You look down at his dick and back up to him and his face lights up with intrigue. You take this as a sign to continue and you reach for his belt and begin fumbling to undo it. Your hands shaky as they unloosen the belt from its strap. Zeke can sense your nerves, so he allows you to take your time.

You pull the belt loose from his jeans and toss it to the side. The metal from the belt clasp hits the ground, making a loud ring. You move your hands up to pull at his zipper, tugging his jeans down, his boxers come with.

He’s fully exposed now, you wrap your hands around his cock, and begin rub up and down. His fingers move to fist into your hair. He pulls it all back, into a high ponytail in his fist. He slightly tugs your head back so you’re forced to look up at him.

“Use your mouth.”

You were afraid he was going to say that. After what Eren had done to you, you never wanted to have another man force his way into your mouth again. But Zeke was going to get his way no matter what you did.

You’re best hope now of making it out of this situation unscathed was to give him what he wants.

Zeke pushes at your shoulder with his free hand. You sink to your knees before him and place your hands against his pelvis. He repositions himself from where he’s standing above you. His hips move slightly forward and the tip of his dick brushes along your lips.

It’s warm and fleshy and makes you want to turn your head away from memories of Eren in the same position.

“ Open.”

It wasn’t a request.

You open your mouth to allow him access. He slides his dick all the way into your mouth and down your throat. You hollow your mouth around him and he shudders as the pleasure surrounds him. He lets you adjust to his sheer size, before thrusting shallowly into you. One of your hands grips the bedsheets as he works his pace faster and faster.

Soon, he has your head bobbing up and down on his cock, hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gasp and sputter. He wants to how fast you can go; how long you can take him for before you’re on the verge of passing out.

You gag at him pushing back too far and tears form in your eyes, you squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to keep going. You hear him  breathing harder the faster you go. He’s almost there.

You feel a hot liquid spilling into your mouth you want to pull away but he doesn’t let you

“Now swallow every last drop.” He says in breathy sing-song voice.

The saltiness tasted absolutely terrible but you keep going to please him. He finally was finished.

You look up at him still on your knees, he takes a hold of your chin and guides you up from your kneeling position.

His hands reach for your shirt and starts to pull it up over your head. Once it’s off, he looks at your body and his hand tangles in with your messy hair, pulling your head to the side and starts kissing on your neck.

Your eyes roll upwards to the ceiling as his lips and tongue mark your neck he moves slowly down to your collarbone. You let out a noise of satisfaction. You feel his lips curve into a smile, and he continues. His hand reaches around at your bra and unhooks it and you let us slip off, so nervous that he won’t like what he’s looking at, you attempted to cover yourself.l lol

He grabs your wrists to stop you.

“Don’t be shy, you look good like this.” He looks you up and down as he says it.

Zeke grabs your waist and swaps your positions, he sits on the bed while you stand in front of him. He puts his hands underneath your skirt and pulls down your pantie hose down, you step out them. Next he takes off your skirt.

He picks you up and sits you in his lap you feel his dick against your pussy. The only thing blocking you is your underwear.

He pulls you in for another fiery kiss fingers running through each others hair. He moves his hands down on your ass and pushes you back and forth making you grind your hips.

You feel him getting hard again. He stands up and flips you over on your back. Zeke begins to kiss your neck and sucks and biting, little moans escape from your mouth.

He slowly works his way down to your hard nipple. He sucks on the first one and massages the other, after that he switched sides and did the other one.

Now at your stomach he gives little soft kisses as he moves to you underwear, slowly taking them off, you lift up slightly so they easily slide off.

You feel his soft warm lips on your thighs getting closer to your cunt. You want him already you know he’s teasing you. His hot breath hovers over your clit.

He looks up at you from below.

“Tell me how much you want me.”

“I-I want you, so bad, please.” Saying in a begging breathy voice.

You lift your head up to looking down to notice him flashing a wide grin, showing his perfect white teeth.

Zeke’s tongue begins begins dancing around on the most sensitive part of your body and you gasp and grab at the sheets. You fist through the plush fabric underneath you as electricity sparks shoot upwards, and all over you.

Your body seems to come alive with pleasure. Your nerves are set on fire from the contact happening below, and you arch in order to meet the morsel slicking you up with ease.

You feel that hotness spread all over. Your thighs, back, breasts. Your nipples stand pert and they lift higher into the air as you continue arch off the bed. From below. Zeke is gazing up at you with wonder. He loves the show you’re putting on for him, finding your sensitive body incredibly attractive.

“ Mmm, you taste so good baby.”

His tongue moves faster, sliding all around and traveling deep inside your cavern. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull when his tongue brushes an obscure and mysterious stop inside of you.

An intense sensation came over your body, you arch your back and cry out in pleasure. He grips the back of your thighs to hold you still and continues this assault until you’ve rode your orgasm out.

Now completely spent and panting, Zeke moves to reposition you. He let’s go of your legs, and he crawls up your body to cage you in with his own.

He can see the fear and confusion on your features, and he brings a palm up to rest on your cheek. He lifts your face up ever so slightly to his own, meeting your gaze in a intimate moment that you weren’t ready for.

“I promise. It won’t be like the last time.” He whispers, barely inaudible and if his lips hadn’t been held mere inches from your ear, you aren’t sure you would’ve heard him at all.

“I’ve taken extra care to ensure that you won’t get hurt this time. This will be just as enjoyable for you as it will be for me,” is all the warning he gives before he’s running his slick tip against your entrance.

He doesn’t push in, just continues to slide his cock back and forth in the crease in between your thighs, making you shiver from the wetness left behind.

You feel disgusting and euphoric and petrified all at once and the emotions work together in a cacophony that wrecks your body and leaves your head spinning. You aren’t sure what you want from the man on top of you. Do you want him to stop? To continue? The fog muddling your brain makes it difficult to comprehend any of the emotions you’re feeling as his dick rubs painfully close against you.

You only think about the last time he had had his way with you. How you’d cried the whole time and fell asleep with dried tears stuck to your cheeks.

He said this time would be different, but you aren’t sure if he’s being honest with you. You’d like to think he is, because he had just made you feel incredible with only his tongue. You wonder if you’d feel even better if something bigger was put inside of you.

Why not retake some of your power back this way? You’ve suffered enough in this place, and it’s obvious you’ll be here for the long haul. So if Zeke was offering you just a semblance of pleasure throughout all the pain and misery, you’d happily accept.

After all, if being good for him earns you rewards like this, why would you ever want to leave?

You wince when he begins to slide in, taking his time in savoring the delectable warmth. His cock seems to hit every pleasure spot inside of you as it makes its grand entrance inside. You gasp in pain when his veins rub against your walls. He’s huge and throbbing and it’s all too familiar to the last time he had forced his cock inside you.

It’s familiar, but somehow entirely different. Instead of ramming himself in fully and completely taking over your body with his own, this time he’s still. Zeke, now fully sheared in your heat, stays unmoving and allows you a few moments to breathe and compose yourself.

Shudders escape your body as you grab onto his chest, hands searching for purchase on his muscles while the appendage buried deep within you pulses. It feels like heartbeats inside your sex and you whine when he rotates his hips every so lovingly. His hips were slow with his movements, causing low pleasure to begin building. Your head falls back, trying to acclimate and finding it very easy to meet his shallow hip rolls.

After doing this for a few turns, he begins sliding out of you without warning. He fully pulls out except for the tip, and slowly begins pushing back in. Your eyes blow wide as your insides are once again molded by the sheer girth of his cock.

Zeke begins kissing you sensually, abusing your mouth with his own and completely overtaking your senses. It’s only when you feel a slight pressure below that you realize his pace has changed. He’s quickened the movements of his hips, and you let low whines of pleasure mixed with low pain escape from you.

He shudders against your mouth, and you open to allow him further access. His tongue plunges inside, drilling his tongue down your throat and you gag lightly.

His hips quicken for a few moments, but Zeke, wishing to maximize the pleasure for you, decides to change the pleasure.

He grabs your hips and swaps your spots on the bed. He shifts you to the side, pulling you out from under him and forcing you to straddle him, never even taking his dick out of you.

“ Ride me.”

You gasp and attempt to writhe off of him but two firm grips on your love handles keep you held down in place.

You shudder on top of the sweaty man, this new angle driving his cock further inside of you than it had when he had been on top. It doesn’t hurt, not yet. But you know, as soon as he begins forcing you to move that that’ll change.

He doesn’t. Only offering soothing, partly comforting massages into your love handles.

You enjoy the contact, his soft hands feel like millions of tiny kisses where they hold you. Your heart skips a beat, somehow forgetting that you are still a captive in this house.

After staying like this for a few moments, you decide it’s time to move.

You raise your body up, using your shaky legs as support as you glide yourself back down on the thick cock spearing you.

Zeke groans, never taking his sinful eyes off of you. His glasses have begun slipping down his nose and he grabs them and quickly grabs and tosses them onto the night stand.

You’ve never seen him without his glasses. He looks absolutely ravenous. Eyes, low and lusty, hair wild and sticking to his sweaty forehead, and chest fully exposed to you as you continue to lift and drop yourself onto him.

You struggle to find a rhythm, but Zeke only helps by guiding you with his hands. He keeps the pace low for you, not wishing to cause any harm while you take your place atop of him.

You finally find a steady pace for yourself, bouncing yourself up and down at a residual pace. Low moans are pulled from you and you attempt to cover your mouth out of sheer embarrassment.

Zeke hauls himself up to grab at your wrists to pull them to his chest. “Hey! Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you!” He raises his torso up, his cock pressing into your walls at an uncomfortable angle and making you mewl. 

You two now sit chest to chest, your faces mere inches apart. The hand not holding your wrists down has taken its place back on your hips and forces you harder down onto his dick. 

You throw your head back and cry loudly. He bounces you on his member with a ferocity that almost scared.

“Can you tell me? How good it feels? Show me how good I’m making you feel!” Zeke’s voice barely audible due to the loud skin slapping sounds filling the room.

Another sharp tug down leaves you choking on a silent sob. He had angled his hips so that his dick slammed roughly into your pleasure zone, causing you to spasm while you moved your hips faster to claim that spot again.

Stars explode in your peripherals and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. You begin rushing to meet his thrusts, silently begging him to continue using you this way.

He lowers himself onto one of your nipples and begins swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud. His dick continues to hit that sweet, plush spot inside of you and the overstimulation causes that familiar rush of blood in your hips.

Rapid, breathy moans pry from your chest. Your breasts rise and fall quickly in front of Zeke, who keeps his lake blue eyes only on you. His lips never leave your beautiful skin. His tongue paints marks all over you, teeth and lips following in its wake to leave you a red and purple work of art.

His hips roll and continue to brush harshly against that amazing spot inside of you. That spot that Zeke had claimed all for himself.

The abuse happening all over causes that bold, white intensity within you to grow. You can’t help the long whine that’s ripped from your throat as the coil finally snaps.

Your orgasm crashes into you like tsunami. It’s intense, breathtaking and incredibly terrifying for you. You ride your orgasm out, and Zeke just licks long strips from your breasts up to your throat and jaw. He nips at the skin there with sharp teeth, growling lowly into your flesh.

“Good fucking girl. Good fucking slutty girl,” he praised, changing positions for the last time to chase his own high.

He forces you onto your hands and knees, pulling out only to move you to his liking before burrowing himself back inside. From this angle, he finally fits his whole length inside, his balls now resting above your ass.

Without giving you any time to adjust, he begins bouncing you back onto his stiff cock. He drives himself in deep, hoping to mark you so far inside that no one could ever hope to claim you the way he had.

From the new angle, the pleasure has entire left you. Now, it is only replaced with aching pain from the stress that has been forced on your poor cunt for the past hour.

Another sharp lurch from Zeke. You scream loudly when his cock kisses your cervix.

“Yes…tell me how good it feels…(Y/N).”

Low growls are the only noise Zeke could muster. Exhaustion begins to wrack his limbs, and that hot intensity began winding within him.

He can’t hold out for much longer. He busies his fingers into your love handles, spearing you again on the thick member still drilling into you.

He thrusts violently against you, slamming into your entrance to maximize the pleasure for himself. It only causes another sharp yelp for you.

He repeats these thrusts a few more times before his orgasm finally rips from him, releasing his large load into your exhausted body. You feel a warmth spread below, and it takes everything within you to not start sobbing again.

Zeke finally pulls out and you collapse on the bed in exhaustion. He got up to turn off the lights, once he laid down he pulled you almost on top of him. Your head resting on his chest, legs wrapping around each other. One of his arms under you holding you tight.

His fingers begin twiddling with a few loose strands of your hair. It’s comforting, and lulls you further to sleep.

Your eyes flutter open when his voice cuts through the silence.

“ Theres one last thing that will make me happy…” 

Goddammit.

“What is it?” You ask, heart beginning to beat quicker with the anticipation. You want him to be done. You just want to sleep. 

“Say you love me. If you can do that, I’ll keep being good to you.” 

Your mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out. Your throat is impossibly dry from his mistreatment. 

Was that all he wanted? For you to say ‘I love you’? It seemed almost too easy…

But at the same time, fucking impossible. Announcing something so trivial to the man who had murdered countless innocent felt like an impossible task. 

It guaranteed safety, for however long you had left on this miserable island. Besides, it’s only words. It doesn’t actually mean you love him. You can give into him, just for tonight and pretend this conversation never happened later. You just need to say the words. And then you can sleep.

“I… I love you, Zeke.”

He pushes your head up to his lips and places a tiny kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight.” Zeke smiled, voice low and sounding very sleepy. The two of you stay close, drifting off to a sound sleep.

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-pov Zeke-

Zeke opens his eyes and finds himself at the edge of the bed, he stretches to help his sore muscles from sleeping in such a tight space. His bed was a king size and so much more comfortable than yours.

It was weird sharing a bed with someone, this was the first. Whenever he had fucked some plain Marley girl, he had always ended the night by dressing himself and leaving. He was a busy man, and never cared enough to stay over.

But with you, it was different. He wanted you. To hold you all night and feel you press against him until dawn. And he did, keeping you closely pinned to his chest with a heavy arm banded over you. His heart fluttered as he gazed upon your still sleeping form. Your body twitching ever so slightly, and your soft breath warming his skin.

He studies you against him. His ocean eyes scan over you. You look like an angel to him. So sweet. So peaceful. Your head rests on his firm chest, arms are snakes on either side of his torso and you lay in between his spread legs. You look so content with him, and he can’t help the small smile that pulls on his lips. 

You were all his. And you loved him too, you told him last night yourself. And you wouldn’t lie to him.

Raising an arm up, he reaches over and begin dragging his fingers lightly across your back, tracing the scars he left on you.

No one would ever love you like I do. Not with all of these scars…they wouldn’t see what I see. People would look at you and pity you, but I don’t. I only see how strong you are. How special you are.

Zeke leans down and starts planting soft kisses on your shoulder. He notices you stir and shift in your sleepy state, chittering as your slit eyes open.

“ Good morning.” He whispers, hot breath grazing your eyes and leave tiny goose bumps on your skin. He places more gentle but firm kisses on your check and jaw to wake you up.

You stretch against him, cute little sounds escaping your throat and he can’t help but smile again. You were so damn perfect to him. 

“ We gotta get up, love. Gotta get you cleaned up before we go downstairs.” Zeke cooed, still rubbing your back and loving the way you seem to fight to stay awake.

“ Just five more minutes?” You whine, trying and failing to keep your eyes open. Glancing at the tiny wristwatch on the night stand, he pulls his arm out to grab the strap and brings it closer to his face. Inspecting the time before placing it back down gently.

“It’s already nine, you want to sleep all day?” He asked, slightly chuckling.

“ Nine already?” You ask while lifting yourself up off of him, still naked and covering yourself with the white sheets. He has to fight the urge to pull you back down to him to claim you again.

Plenty of time for that , he thinks to himself.

“Yes, now come on, let’s get in the shower.”

“The shower…you mean together?” You squeak, sounding nervous. He’s unsure why. He’s already seen and conquered every inch of your body, there should be no more room for shyness.

“ Yes…is there something wrong with that?” He cocks a brow toward you, eyeing you and wondering what your response will be, you sit up and cover yourself with the blanket.

“ No…I… I’ve never have showered with anyone before.” He knew. You had been a virgin when you had been brought here, so the chances of you taking another man to the shower was unlikely. It was another feat for him. Another one of your first experiences for him to claim for himself.

“It isn’t too different from showering alone. Only instead of cleaning yourself, you’ll be cleaning me.” He loves the way your face seems to flush from embarrassment or low arousal, he isn’t sure.

“Don’t worry. I’m going clean you up. I’m going to take care of you, too.” Zeke leans off the bed to grab the boxers lying beside the bed. He swipes them on and lifts himself up from the mattress. He makes his way over to the door to the bathroom door connected to your bedroom.

-pov reader-

You don’t dare move, and Zeke snaps his head towards your spot in the middle of the room.

“Are you coming?” His eyes meet yours.

“Oh, yes sorry…”

You scurry past Zeke and enter the dark bathroom. A light flips on above you and you take in the pristine white. It’s the same bathroom you had changed in a thousand times before. The same room that Pieck had curled your hair in and put pretty reds and pinks on your cheeks and lips.

You’re snapped into reality when the shower nozzle squeaks to signify its turn. Water droplets chime against the wall and you only watch as Zeke approaches to pull the fabric between your fingers away. The white sheet, which had been your only source of coverage, was taken away.

Now you were completely bare before the devil. Fresh bruises mottle your arms and legs; neck and chest. Zeke traces their outline with his wanting eyes, moving his gaze lower to look at your breasts and lustrous hips.

You want to cover yourself again when you feel his eyes continue to wander. You attempt to hide yourself with your arms and but Zeke rushes forward to pull your arms to your sides.  Vigorously, but not enough force to actually injure you.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I’ve already memorized every inch of you, hiding won’t stop me from seeing what I want to see.”

Your cheeks flush a pretty red at his words. You flinch ever so slightly when he prowls closer, reminded of feelings of prey being circled by its predator. His hands find themselves into your hips and tug you towards him. He lowers his face to the crook of your neck as if he was going to kiss you again. He halts his movements mere inches away from you.

“I’m going to clean you now…” is all the warning you get before his lips strike your flesh. He kisses you soulfully and can’t help but grip his shoulders to secure yourself. Your knees feel weak and it takes everything within you to keep yourself standing upright.

He finally pulls away, sliding his hand into your own and willing you forward and through the shower door. You step into the glass box, and movement through the crystallized glass tell you that Zeke had removed his only article of clothing. He steps in too, trailing himself behind you.

-pov zeke-

He squirts the shampoo into his palm, fumes from the bottle smell of orange and cherry blossom trees. He rubs his large hands together, lathering the soap all over and bringing the sweet scented moisture to your hair. His smooth fingers begin massaging sweet circles on your scalp. Your back rests against his chest and his fingertips work magic on your long hair.

It feels amazing; euphoric for you and for him. He watches you relax into his touch, manipulating your body with his silky grip and leaving you wanting more.

His fingers begin running through your wet hair, brushing through the tiny knots that your deep sleep had caused.

Sweet scented fills the area soap all over your body, after he’s done you do him. He watches you, rubbing him all over, his dick getting harder from the feel of your soft hands running all over his chest and back.

When you finish lathering the soap onto him, he turns you around wraps his hands around your waist and pulled the back of you to his front.

Moving your wet hair out of the way he starts kissing on your neck. You let our tiny noises of contentment and he absolutely loves hearing how good he’s making you feel. You react so perfectly to his touch, and it makes him only want you more than he’s ever wanted anyone before.

Eyeing your body, he sees just how wild his own hands were driving you crazy. Gooseflesh plagues your body, and the tiny little hairs on your arms stand tall as he runs his fingers across you. Your nipples, firm and pink look beautiful coated shiny and slick with soap. The water from the shower head hitting them just right to run the bubbles down your stomach and torso.

Your body was made just right for him and he drove himself mad with need. Seeing you like this, bare skinned and completely manipulated by his touch, introduced a new side of him he had never seen before in himself.

He had never been a gentle man, save for parenting Eren when they were younger, but that had been long ago. Before he had seen the true nature of the world. Before he had been given the true power of Marley and set to take lives, he’s sure he could’ve been a more compassionate man.

But now, everything was different. You opened his heart up to emotions he had never felt before. He had felt lust and desire in the past, every man is capable of getting a boner for any pretty girl they meet. But he had never experienced butterflies in the pit of his stomach the way he did around you.

He had never wanted to hold someone so close to himself, show them every ugly, fucked up part of himself and have them accept him in spite of all those things.

He wanted to keep you forever. He’d make you fall so deeply in love with him that the thought of ever leaving him behind wouldn’t ever cross your mind. He’d hold you close and manipulate your body and mind to fit his agenda: Make you fall in love with him, marry you and claim you for himself, and have a few brats together.

He slid his hand down on your wet body and slowly rubs your clit in circular motions, a little moan escapes from your mouth.

He adored the way you sank your body back into his touch, his fingers went from your clit to inside you making you gasp a little.

He sees you bare your neck for him to kiss again, and he does just that kissing and sucking leaving more marks for everyone to see. He loves the way you want him as much as he wants you.

Grabbing your hips he twist you around to face him, dropping to his knees slowly dragging his hands down your legs. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, placing his lips on your clit slowly licking in circles.

Looking up he sees you rolling your head back in satisfaction, he could do this all day he enjoys the way you taste. The sounds that come out of your mouth make him want to fuck you until you can’t walk.

Gripping your ass he pulls you in closer dipping his tongue deep inside you going in and out then back up to your clit. He feels your hands grab a hold of his hair moving your hips ever so slowly.

“ Fuck” he hears you whisper under your breath.

he hears you enjoying yourself and he loves everything about it, the way you grind your hips for him, how much you need him to please you.

You finally cum for him, he holds you steady as your body shakes above him, he continues to slide his tongue over your pussy. He wants to make you cum again, it’s like music to his ears.

He’s so hard he can’t wait any longer he wants you, he needs you. Lifting your leg off his shoulder he stands up and puts his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up and pushes you against the wall for support.

Grabbing his dick he slides it into your hole. As he does you whine in his ear. It only wants to make him fuck you harder, to hear you cry out his name and only from your lips.

He begins bouncing you up and down on him, you cry out in delight, as he thrust in and out going deep inside you, knowing he’s hitting the right spot he thrust harder, feeling your walls tighten and spasm around his cock. Your legs wrapping tighter around his waist, wailing out in pleasure.

Once you’re finished he picks you up and pulls you off, he turns you around putting one hand on your stomach and the other pushed on your back to bend you over, planting both hands on the shower wall to keep yourself steady.

He sticks his dick in again, he starts off slow and hold your hips to keep you in place, taking his time feeling your tight walls squeeze around him. Almost pulling out and sliding it back in.

Taking one of his hands he slides it around rubbing your clit wanting you to feel good as he fucks you. He can’t help but thrust faster and harder you feel so superb, the moans escaping from your mouth make him want to cum.

Finally he cum’s driving his dick deeper and more aggressively. Zeke begins to cum all inside of you, he didn’t care about cumming inside of you. You belonged to him after all.

After he’s done he pulls you up by the back of you neck bringing you closer to his body, he’s hugging you from behind now.

“ You are all mine.” He says kissing you on top of your head.

“ I’m all yours.” You say back to him.

After the shower you both step out and grab towels to dry off. Realizing he’s not in his room he wraps the towel back around his waist.

“ I’ve got to go get some clothes from my room, once I’m changed I’ll be back so we can eat breakfast.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Before walking away he grabbed your chin and placed a kiss on your lips. He enjoyed the feeling of your lips on his, they were so soft and delicate. Every time he kissed you, he wanted more of you.

Zeke pulls away knowing if he continues he’ll fuck you again, “ I’ll be back.” His mouth still hovering over yours.

He turns away and walks out of the bathroom, then your room.

-pov reader-

After Zeke had left you stood there in your room thinking about what just happened. Embarrassed and angry with yourself for wanting him the way you do. You’re supposed to hate this man, but why couldn’t you?

Snapping out of it you walk to the closet to get some clothes, grabbing a tan tight tee and black skinny jeans that have rips in the knees, with a black belt, completing it with white shoes.

After getting dressed you do your hair in a low messy bun with strands of hair hanging down to frame your face. Finishing your makeup only putting a light amount on.

One last look in the mirror and you flick the light off the bathroom light, lay on the bed and wait for Zeke. All you can do is look up at the ceiling and think about last night and today.

How could you not think about it? He made you feel incredible. You’ve never felt more desired by someone and it makes you feel happy. It shouldn’t but it does. A smile comes across your face but it quickly fades when that little voice in the back of your head brings you back to reality.

You are his prisoner. He has hurt you in so many ways, physically and mentally. The battle you have in your head makes your head begin to throb.

Finally the door opens and the thoughts fade away when you see Zeke walk in the door. Sitting up, you eye him nervously.

Every bad thought about him left your head, once you looked at how exquisite he looked.

He looks as handsome as always, dressed in a nice white button silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a sliver Rolex on his right wrist, black slacks and dress shoes. His hair short and styled.

How could a man who looked like this want someone like me. He could have anyone he wanted, women would throw themself at him just by the way he looks.

“ You should wear a dress, I think you look beautiful in them.” Zeke said leaning on the door frame smirking.

You stand up and look down at your outfit, “ what’s wrong with this one?”

“Nothing at all, I just want to see you in one, I’ll be waiting down stairs the door will be unlocked.” He shuts the door and leaves you again.

You roll your eyes and make your way to the closet again and look through the dresses. You pick out a pale green, short sleeve dress with a V-neck line to show some cleavage. It’s short and tight up top, looser at the bottom with small white flower prints all over it. You grab white slip on Vans to finish the look.

You take down your hair and put it in a low loose messy braid.

“ Hopefully Zeke likes this.” You say to yourself in the mirror while making sure everything is perfect for him.

Once again you flick the bathroom light off but this time you don’t have to wait in here he told you to meet him down stairs. He left the door unlocked which only means he’s starting to trust me more. You smile to yourself and walk down stairs to meet him and the others downstairs.

You can already hear everyone talking at the dining table, the one person you don’t want to see is Eren. Walking in you see Zeke, Porco, Reiner, and Bert. Thank god no Eren.

You pull up a chair next to Zeke who has his food but hasn’t touched it, “ are you not hungry?”

“ I was actually waiting for you, so go make your plate so we can get going.”

“ Where are we going!?” You said excitedly

“ Eat and you’ll find out.” He said sipping his coffee and grinning.

You spin on your heels and make your way to the kitchen and see Pieck in there cleaning up the mess she made from cooking.

“ Good morning Pieck!” You said surprising her.

She jumped and turned around, “oh my god, you scared me! Hey!” She came running up to you and pulled you in for a big hug.

“ You look so cute, I love this color on you!” She pulled away and held your face in her hands then let go.

“ Thank you, you’re so sweet, you look…cute too,” noticing she’s still in her pajamas, hair is up in a messy bun.

“ Yeah it’s a lazy day for me today, I don’t feel like going anywhere. I really didn’t want to cook but the boys would have starved if I didn’t cook them something.” She said rolling her eyes.

“ Very true.” You both laughed

“ Would you like me to help you clean up in here?” You begin to look around at the mess.

“No don’t worry about it, Zeke’s probably waiting for you.” Her eyes darting towards the dining room.

“Yeah I guess you’re right, sorry I can’t help.” Saying in a disappointing voice.

“It’s okay love, go eat.” She said smiling.

You reach over and grab a plate and begin putting bacon and pancakes on lathering butter and syrup on everything including the bacon.

“ I’ll talk to you later Pieck.”

“Okay babe talk to you later.”

Pieck is such a sweet person, how did she end up in a place like this. Is she even capable of killing a person, she’s always so calm and collected how does she do it.

Sitting back down next to Zeke both of you start eating.

Zeke turns to you, “ How’s the food?”

“Amazing as always.”

“Pieck does so much, I’m grateful to have her around.” Zeke replied and sipped his coffee while watching you.

“You look cute in that dress by the way, I knew you would.” Zeke put down his coffee reached over and pushed some hair behind your ear out of your face.

Once he touched you, you lost all thought. He’s got this way about him that you can’t explain. Wanting him and not wanting him was the worst kind of metal battle.

Every time you want to give in Jean, Sasha, and Ymir all come to mind, but you still want him. What’s wrong with me? Am I sick in the head?

You noticed Zeke is waiting for a responds and looks kind of concerned that you’re lost in thought so you decide you should probably say something.

Placing a hand under your chin you look at Zeke and smiled, “ thank you Zeke…Pieck has good taste.”

“She does indeed.”

“Aslo, since we’re almost done eating, are you going to tell me what we are doing today?”

He smirked and copied you, chin resting on his knuckles, “ I was thinking we could go out in town and shop, I needed to get a few things.”

Then Zeke was cut off by Porco, “ did you just say you’re going into town? I really need some stuff can I come with you guys! Please!”

“Wait if Porco’s going then I’m coming, I need a few things, Bert’s coming too!” Reiner chimed in.

“ Wait, I am?” Bert snapped his head towards Reiner.

“ Yes bro, we’re going out tonight and you need some bitches, and with that outfit you’re not pulling anything.” Reiner busted out laughing, so did Porco.

“ Wait I need to get some bitches? Aren’t you the one heart broke and still in love Reiner?”

“Yeah well fuck you.” Reiner said back to Bert

You slightly laughed, you couldn’t help it. looking at Zeke who is now annoyed sighs, “ why can’t you guys just take your own cars.”

“Bert’s cars in the shop, and I lost my license I think I got like four more months left until I can drive… and Porco’s broke ass doesn’t have a car yet.”

“Hey!” Porco yelled at Reiner.

“Why can’t Bert or Porco drive your car then?” Zeke asked. “And why don’t you have your license, what the fuck did you do this time?”

“No one, and I mean no one! Can drive Krista but me! Also I was drinking and driving.”

“Whose Krista?” Porco asked.

“You named your car after Historia?” Bert slaps his hand on his forehead. “ You have an actual problem Reiner.”

“She was the love of my life! Those big beautiful blue eyes, her sweet voice. She will love me one day!”

“You’re delusional Reiner.” Bert said.

“Maybe one day bro.” Porco leaned over and grabbed Reiners shoulder.

“ Thanks man, at least someone supports me.” Reiner says glaring at Bert.

“ What?” Bert says with a mouth full of food, finally swallowing it to finish is sentence , “You don’t even call her by her real name, and she lives on a different island! Oh did I mention that she hates you?” Bert said trying to plead his case so Reiner’s not glaring anymore.

“ Wait she lives in a different island, you don’t call her by her real name, and she hates you? Yeah I’m sorry bro it will never happen.” Porco padded him on the back for comfort.

“ A man can dream.” Reiner sighs and shoves pancakes into his mouth.

Porco turns to Zeke, “ so can we hitch a ride with you, I promise you won’t even notice us, I’ll get a ride back, please!”

Zeke takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, then puts them back on, “ ugh, fine but don’t piss me off.”

Porco stood up and went to hug Zeke but he put out his hand to stop him, “ I just said don’t piss me off.”

“Sorry, I’m a hugger.” Porco said scratching the back of his head.

“ Can you guys just wait somewhere else and give me some peace and quiet before we all get into a car together.”

“Hell yeah! Let’s go get dressed!” Reiner replied excitedly.

The boys got up and made their way out of the dining room.

“ Wow, you’re so nice letting them tag along.” You said laughing.

“ God they give me a head ache, but I cant deny that they are very entertaining.” Zeke said lightly chuckling.

“They really are, so what were you planning on getting today?”

“I needed some new shirts, and pants just some random stuff. Thought we could just look around.”

“I can’t wait, it’s going to be nice getting out of the house, thank you for letting me come along.” You said smiling from ear to ear.

“I figured it’s time for you to come into town with me, you have been behaving yourself lately.” Zeke stood up In front of you, and held out his hand, you took it and he lift you up pulling you into his chest. Looking up at him he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your lips. “ I love it when you’re happy it’s adorable.”

“Well aren’t you guys just so cute.” Eren said rolling his eyes walking in taking a seat with his plate of food.

“ Good morning to you too, you seem like you’re in a good mood.” Zeke said sarcastically.

“Eh, I couldn’t sleep very well, you two love birds were being to loud.” Eren shot daggers at you which only embarrassed you more.

He heard everything oh my god, I didn’t think i was being that loud , you think to yourself. You turn away from Eren so he can’t see your face getting red from embarrassment from his comment.

“ Where are you guys going?” Eren asked.

“ I’ve got to pick up a couple of things. Porco, Reiner, and Bert are coming or I would ask you if you want to join.” Zeke tells Eren.

“ Nah , I probably wouldn’t have gone anyways. I’m too tired.” Eren stretched, “ but if you see lighter will you grab it for me, I’m pretty low.”

“Yeah sure.” Zeke then turns to you, “ let’s go wait in the car, the guys should be ready by now,l. If they aren’t then we’re leaving without them.”

“ Alright .” Both of you headed towards the door before walking out Zeke yelled for the guys.

“All of you have five minutes then I’m leaving your asses.”

Walking up to the passenger door Zeke walks in front of you and opens it so you can get in. You thanked him and got in with a big smile on your face. He shut the door and walked to the driver side and got in and turned the car on.

It was silent for a moment then Zeke faces you and begins talking.

“I’m trusting you a lot today, so don’t go wandering off, or try to run.” Then he pauses his tone gets more serious, “ Just know if you do try and escape, you will be punished, and the longer I have to chase you the harsher your punishment will be. In the end I will always find you.”

Your smile slowly fades away, soon you show fear. “I…I wo-“ you try and say but Zeke cuts you off and puts a hand on your thigh.

Then he smiles, all hostilely in his voice is gone.“ Of corse you won’t, you know better. After all we are having such a good day so far , you wouldn’t want to ruin that now would you.”

You force yourself to smile and say things you would rather not say but, to make him less angry you would say anything, “ no I wouldn’t do that, there’s no need to worry, I…I don’t want to leave you.”

“You don’t want to leave me?” Zeke raised his eyebrows in surprise and a smirk crossed his face.

“Why, why would I want to. You treat me so good,” As your talking Zeke’s fingers lightly scratch your thigh slowly working his way up, pushing your dress up inch by inch. “ and you umm…make me so happy… ”

Fuck, you think to yourself, why does my body react this way to him, I feel like I can’t breath, it’s so hot in this car right now. You feel wetness between your thighs.

“ Really, you wouldn’t be lying to me would you?” His fingers graze across the fabric of your underwear.

“N-no.” You say in a quite voice.

“Someone’s excited.”

His fingers are about to push the wet fabric aside when suddenly the back door swings open and Porco comes scooting in the back seat, you hurry up and push Zeke’s hand away, and pull your dress down hoping Porco didn’t see anything.

“ Hey! Sorry to keep you guys waiting I couldn’t find my wallet! I think Reiner and Bert are coming right behind me.”

“Wait I don’t want to sit in the middle I’m literally the tallest!” Bert said while getting shoved in the back of the car by Reiner.

“ Yeah but your the skinniest too, I’m to big to be put in the middle.” Reiner said in a cocky tone and flexing.

“What about Porco he could sit in the middle!” Bert said getting squeezed in between Porco and Reiner now.

“ To late we’re already in the car!” Porco said in a childish tone.

“You guys fight like children!” Zeke yelled back at them.

“ Can we play some music it’s to quite!” Reiner asked Zeke.

“ Yeah sure it’s Bluetooth so just hook it up.”

A couple of minutes later it finally hooked up and Don’t Cha by the comes on by the Pussy Cat Dolls, then quickly shuts off.

“Bro what the fuck do you listen to while you’re alone?” Porco busted out laughing.

“Shut up it’s pandora, it plays random songs dumb ass!”

Bert looks over at Reiners phone, “ you put a thumbs up on it so it would play again!”

Everyone in the car starts laughing except for Reiner who is now embarrassed, “ why do you have to call me out like that Bert! I thought we were friends!” Reiners face is beat red.

“I like that song Reiner, you should definitely play it!” You speak up.

“ See (N) as good taste, just because she wants I’ll play it for her.” Reiner says.

“ Keep telling yourself that Reiner but we all know you want to play it.” Porco said.

Reiner begins playing Dont Cha for you, so he says and all three boys sang along and danced to it.

“Wait, I thought you guys didn’t like this song!” Reiner said annoyed.

“Doesn’t mean we don’t know it! Porco blurted out still dancing along.

Zeke is just watching the road laughing at the commotion going on in the back.

Reiner played a few more songs before getting there, it was a very fun and entertaining car ride with everyone.

We all finally pull up to town and Zeke parks the car in a parking spot.

Zeke turns around to look at them in the back seat, “ Alright, if you guys need a ride back don’t ask me because I don’t care enough to pick you up.”

“Yeah, we got it…asshole.” Reiner said rolling his eyes and saying that last part under his breath.

“ What did you just call me?” Zeke whipped around glaring at Reiner.

“I didn’t say anything what are you talking about, Bye (N) see later!” Reiner hurried up and got out of the car before Zeke could yell at him.

“ Yeah bye (N),” Porco and Bert repeated after Reiner then got out of the car to.

“ Bye guys!” You said waving your hand at them and smiling.

“You ready?”

“Yes, let’s go!”

“I’ve got the door for you wait and let me come around.” Zeke steps out of the car and walks around and opens it for you, he holds out a hand and helps you down.

“ Thank you Zeke.”

He shuts the door behind you and pulls you on the opposite side of the road then slips his hand into yours.

“ Let’s get going.”

After picking up a few things for Zeke you guys walk past a window with a beautiful black fancy silk dress in the window of a clothes shop. It made you in your tracks and admire it through the window.

It’s a long sleeve black dress that’s got a very low cut down the middle and a slit on the side to show some skin. It’s tight up top and it flows down so perfectly.

“ Do you like it?” Zeke asked

“I thinks it’s gorgeous, but I would never wear something like that.”

“Why not? You would look stunning in that dress.”

“Well what would I wear it too, I can’t just wear something like this around the house.” You said laughing.

“ Yeah I suppose you’re right, so I’ll take you somewhere where you can wear it too. Come on let’s go get it.” Zeke said pulling you into the store.

Walking into the store there was so many cute clothes and Zeke saw your eyes light up at all the stuff.

“ Get whatever you want.” You feel his hand on your lower back pushing you forwards

Spinning towards him you ask, “ really? Are you sure? Everything seems so expensive.”

“Price doesn’t matter just get whatever you want.” Zeke said reassuring you.

You couldn’t help but smile and look around at all of the stuff, after trying on that dress you really wanted you picked out more things.

Walking up to the counter the lady greeted me and asked if we found everything okay, she sounded like she hated her job. Then Zeke walks up behind you with some stuff and places it on counter, looking up she made eye contact with Zeke and instantly smiled.

“Will this be card or cash today?” She said batting her eyes at him.

“Card is fine.” Zeke said while giving a friendly smile.

He swipes his card and you look up to see the girl eyeing him up and down. She noticed you watching her and quickly started talking so it wasn’t so quite.

“You are one lucky girl, if I were you I wouldn’t let this one go!” She said giggling her fake laugh trying to sound cute for Zeke. You know how these kinds of girls like her work. They like to change there voice to sound cute but in all reality they just look fucking dumb.

Her stupid laugh rubbed you the wrong way. You can’t help but make a disgusted face at her, “okay.”

“ Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you, I ..”she gets cut off by Zeke.

“I would have to say I’m the lucky one.” Zeke says while picking up the bags for you, “ come on let’s go to a different store.”

You give her one last look then he intertwines his hand with yours and pulls you forward.

“ Was someone getting jealous?” Zeke asked as the door shuts behind you.

“What, no, I just hate girls like that, they are so annoying.”

“What do you mean girls like that? What did she do?” Zeke laughed.

“You know, they change their whole personality because a hot guys around.” You said rolling your eyes.

A big grin comes across Zeke’s face , “Oh so think I’m hot huh?”

Your face starts getting red, fuck that just slipped out. “ Well yeah… you’re okay I guess.” You said jokingly.

“ That’s not what you said! You can’t take it back now.” Zeke chuckled.

A big grin came to your face and you gave in, “Fine, I think you’re hot. Happy now?”

“ Yes I think I am, also let’s hit a couple more shops. Also we can stop and get lunch.” Zeke said looking at the time on his watch.

“Okay sounds good.”

After eating and shopping for a couple more hours you both were finished, time flew by it was already 5:30.

Zeke looked down at his watch then looked to you, “ Let’s get going back to the car, I’m getting hungry again. I’ll text Pieck to see if she’s cooking anything for dinner tonight.”

“Okay, I think the cars right around the corner.”

Both of you turn the corner and look for Zeke’s car you see Porco, Bert, and Reiner standing next to it talking.

“ Hey Zeke! You said you didn’t want to pick us up so we came back to see if you were still here and you are! So wanna take us back! ” Porco asked hands on his hips with all of his bags sitting in the ground.

“ How long have you guys been waiting out her e?” Zeke asked opening his trunk to put the bags away.

“ Not too long…maybe 20 minutes.” Bert replied.

“ Yeah right it was more like an hour!” Reiner yelled.

“ Don’t be rude, Reiner he’s giving us a ride back!” Bert aggressively whispered.

“ That’s it, you’re sitting in the middle again.” Reiner started pushing Bert in the car, “ Porco hurry get in on the other side!”

“Wait no fair I sat there last time you guys!” Bert started pushing back but Reiner of course won and Bert ended up sitting in the middle again, arms scrunched tightly between the two.

Finally arriving home all of you gathered your things and took them inside the house. After Pieck yelled that dinner was ready and this time everyone was home.

Zeke sat at the head of the table with you beside him, Pieck sat next to you, next to Pieck was Annie, then Eren, Porco, Reiner and Bert. It was a full house tonight and everyone one was trying to talk, people slurring words from being drunk.

It was very overwhelming for you, it made you miss your actual home. A sad feeling overcame, you just wanted to cry but you can’t not here.

“ Hey Zeke.” You tap him to get his attention.

“ Yeah what’s up?”

“I’m going to use the restroom I’ll be right back.” Giving him a fake smile trying not to show how upset you are.

“ Okay, the bathroom is down the hall, make a right turn and it should be the third door on your left”

“Thank you.”

You scurried off trying to hold the tears back hoping no one will notice how upset you are. Once your in there you look in the mirror and tears begin to fall.

Memories of Jean and Sasha come flooding in laughing, drinking, and just having a good time. “ I miss you guys so much.” Whispering to yourself.

After your two minute crying session you feel a little better, you dry your tears and breathe to calm down. You fake flush the toilet and wash your hands, opening the door. A tall frame blocks the entryway. Eren leans against the wall, eying you cautiously and looking very mean. He pushes himself up and strides closer to you.

“ Awe, what’s wrong with you?” He reaches and grabs your chin, “ I heard you crying in there.” you see him giving you a taunting smirk.

You pull your chin out of his grasp, “ isn’t there like 6 other bathrooms in this house?” You glare at him.

“ Yeah…. But I wanted to use this one.” Eren said still standing in your way crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame.

“Okay well can I get through please?” You ask, trying to sound as passive as possible.

“ You gunna tell me why you’re crying? ” He said leaning in close, you can smell the liquor on his breath and you internally cringe at the sour scent.

“ Why do you care so much? Don’t you hate me? Or do you want to know so you can make fun of me?” You pushed past him getting more pissed off.

He snatched up your wrist and yanked you back to him. Now chest to chest, he wraps one arm around your waist and the other still holds your wrist.

Fear creeps in, your heart begins to pound. This isn’t going to end well and you know it. Just stay calm thinking to yourself. You can’t be punished if you don’t do anything stupid.

“ Awee come on, don’t be a bitch. I’m just trying to be nice.” You feel his hand slide down on your ass and grabs it lifting you to your tippy toes.

“ Eren, I’m with your brother, you can’t touch me like this please stop.” You try and pull away from him but he’s too strong.

Eren bust out laughing, “you actually think I believe this little act of yours? Falling in love with Zeke? I’m not as clueless as him, I know you don’t love him.”

“That’s not true, I do love him!”

“ Are you trying to convince me, or yourself ? The first chance you get to escape I know you’ll take it .”

You stayed silent for a moment and before you could speak up for yourself, Eren cut in again.

“ Nothing to say? I thought so.” Eren spins you around and slams the front of your body against the wall.

“ Eren stop, just let me go back please.” You feel his body pressed up against yours and his hand slithers up under the front of your dress. Hand sliding up your thigh, his fingers trailing the top of your underwear.

His other hand his around the back of your back neck holding you against the wall. Eren’s pressing his body to yours trapping you.

He leans in to your ear, “ don’t tell me I can’t touch you. It only makes me want to more.” His hand slips in your underwear and begins rubbing your clit, then two fingers make there way inside of you. You gasp from the force he uses.

“You say you love my brother, but why are you so wet for me then?”

“I’ll tell Zeke what you’re doing!”

“Go ahead and tell him, but really think about it before you do… do you actually think he’ll believe you over me? I’m his brother he loves me, and you… you are nothing to him, nothing but a piece of ass.”

You hear yelling from the dining room, Reiner announces he has to use the bathroom, then loud drunk foot steps start coming down the hall.

Before pulling his hand away he whispers in your ear, “ I can’t wait to fuck you.”   He pulls his hand out and licks his fingers in your ear.

“ Hmm, you taste so good. ” Then he lets you go, and finally leaves you alone.

You want to throw up at the words he just said to you. Why, why is he doing this? What is his motive? Is this just all fun and games to him?

You fix your dress and begin walking back to the dining room, you feel disgusting letting another man touch you. It didn’t feel right, you felt like you should tell Zeke what happened but Eren’s words come back to your head, “ I’m his brother he loves me, and you… you are nothing to him, nothing but a piece of ass.”

He’s right, I am nothing to them, Zeke will always pick his brother over anyone and Eren knows that. He would somehow make you look like you did something and you would get punished for it.

You can’t go back down in the basement, it was pure agony. So you decided not to say anything to Zeke, maybe if you tried your hardest and avoided being alone with Eren he won’t be able to do anything. And you wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences.

“ HeY YooU!” Reiner tried to say but is wasted so it came out terrible.

“ Hi Reiner” you say quickly say trying to avoid anymore drunk men. Attempting to walk past him but he grabs you on the shoulders and puts half his weight on you to hold himself up.

“YoU knoW” then he hiccups, “I’m reAL sorry about EverYthing, I…I neVeR gOt the ChaNce tO tEll you.”

Why the fuck can’t men stop touching me! Oh my god, just get the fuck off me! You want to scream at him so badly but, you bite your tongue.

“ Umm, it’s okay we can talk about this another time, you’re really drunk .” You try and pull his hands off your shoulders, but you both stumble almost falling over.

“ Yeahhh, I ThINk yoUr RighT, I bETter go Pee NOw.” Then Reiner let go and stumbled his way back to the bathroom.

You sit back down at the table and Zeke looks over at you, “ is everything okay? You took a while.”

“Yeah I’m okay, my stomach is just pretty upset, I’m not very hungry anymore.”

“ Did you want to go back to your room and lay down ?” Zeke asked with concern in his voice.

“No, no I’m fine I’ll stay here with you.” You say quickly.

“Okay, let me know if you change your mind.” Zeke smiles and puts a hand on your leg.

You want to push it off but don’t, you’re tired of men today. You sit there quietly thinking about Eren anxiously picking at your nails and biting your lips.

Eren walks back into the room as happy as ever. He looks straight at you, “ hey (N) are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” Faking a concerned voice.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Giving him a fake smile while screaming Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, in your head about 1000 times.

After about 20 minutes of Eren making you feel silently uncomfortable and annoyed everyone started to get up and head to their rooms for bed.

“It’s getting late and I’m tired let’s get going to bed.” Zeke says to you.

“Okay let’s go.” You reply back happily.

Zeke walks you back up to your room, “ thank you again for all of the nice things you did for me today. I had a good time with you today.”

Zeke smiled and leaned down and kissed you on your forehead, “ next time I’ll take you somewhere where you can wear that beautiful dress I got you.”

“I can’t wait.” Looking past Zeke you see Eren walking up stairs to his room, and Zeke begins to turn around leave. You grab his sleeve to stop him. “ Will you stay with me again tonight?”

You’re only asking because you’re are scared of Eren, if he knows you’re alone he might come in there and follow through on what he whispered to you earlier.

“ You want me to stay with you again tonight?” Zeke asked surprised by your question.

“ Yes…I don’t want to be alone.” You asked looking up at him with begging eyes.

“ Of corse I will.” He said happily and opened the door for you and you both walked in.

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Your heart hammers rapidly as if it was close to springing from your chest. You struggle to catch any breaths in as you run aimlessly through the seemingly never ending hallway. Your footsteps echo below, and it’s the only sounds you can register in this unknown place.

You can’t hear anything at all, no other movement within the dimly lit hallway to give any hints as to who else was in the darkness with you. But you knew it as you run with every ounce of energy you had left; there was someone else with you. Someone behind you, following you. Slowly, like they didn’t need to hurry to catch up with you.

As if this unknown presence had tapped into your mind, a soft voice cuts through the void and disrupts your own thoughts. You nearly stop in your tracks and fall over yourself as the voice, low and ominous, plays in your mind.

“ The longer you make me chase you, the worse you’re gonna hurt. ”

Your heart jumps wildly when you realized just exactly who had been after you. Even in your confused and scared state, you’d known that voice. Nobody else could match the way the disinterest within that sickly sweet tone.

Eren Yeager was fucking chasing you, and he was obviously not in a good mood. You’re completely fucked.

“Shit!” You curse, stumbling into a new hallway with dozens of doors aligned the walls, each unique in size and color and all shut and locked. You scan each

“ Don’t try to hide, (N). Get over here and I’ll tell Zeke to only put you in the basement for a few days! “

The voice cuts into you again and spurs you on, you rush forward to begin fumbling with each different door handle. It takes five failed attempts in a row to stumble upon a familiar all white door with metal lever handle. The door swings open for you, and you quickly enter, quietly shutting the door behind you and hoping to any God listening that Eren didn’t hear you.

Upon entering the room, you snap your head in every direction searching for the best place to hide. Your eyes land on the closet and you decide that it’s your best option. You slide the door open and maneuver yourself inside, tucking your body behind some old clothes hanging. The hangers swing from the movement and you reach your arms up to hold them in place so as to not clink together and draw attention to your location.

Your chest rises and falls and you place a shaky hand over your mouth to block the heavy sounds of your breathing. Hot tears of fear or exhaustion threaten to fall and you struggle to hold them in. A few spill out and onto the ground but you listen regardless.

A few moments of unease pass before the door creeks open and you hear foot steps walking around the room. You peak through the tiny crack from the sliding door and the wall to see the man slowly trudging throughout the room. Half-assedly searching underneath the bed and behind the tiny sofa in the corner in the room. Like he knew you weren’t there, but only checked to egg the game on further.

He just finished checking under the desk when he stands fully up, straightening his back out and lifting his head. He turns ominously towards the closet, green eyes glowing viciously in the dark and turning your blood to ice. You snap back away from the door, holding in the gasp that nearly slipped out due to the pure fear building inside you.

The closet door slammed open not even a second later, as if he moved at lightening speed. You never even heard a sound. You’re still tucked away behind the clothes but you can see the lower half of Eren’s body and you don’t have to see his face to know he’s looking right in your direction.

He knows you’re in here.

Resigning yourself to your fate and accepting that you wouldn’t make it out of this, you push the clothes aside and bolt out from your hiding spot. You beeline for the door, hoping to extend the chase for however long you can just to avoid whatever sick and twisted things Eren had planned for you.

Your hand grazes the doorknob and before you can escape from the room, he grabs a fist full of hair and yanks you back to him.

“Zeke can’t save you this time.” He laughs sadistically, pure mania fully on display. He’d always been so calm, even when he was hurting you so seeing this side of him terrified you beyond belief.

“Eren please, I’m sorry don’t hurt me. I shouldn’t have ran! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You beg, tugging on his wrists to try and alleviate some tension from his grip. He just shakes you by your hair and makes you cry out harder.

“Too late, you really fucked up this time.” He hauls you forward and walks you toward the bed, throwing you over the side and pressing two firm hands on your hips to raise your ass into the air. He slithers closer, adjusting himself for better access.

“Need to remind you just who you belong to.”

You attempt to sit up to dash away, but one of his hands snakes up from your hips to your head, pressing your cheek into the firm mattress. Despite how tough you knew you were, you felt utterly defenseless in this moment. It was as if all fight had left your body, and you could now only succumb to your fate. It all felt like an out of body experience, like you were a third party witnessing this from another place.

He leans closer so that his lips were inches away from your ear, and his breath causes tiny dots to form on your sensitive skin. “I’m going to finally take what I want, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

The click from his belt buckle nearly sends you into a frenzy, fear and panic course in your veins and you can do nothing to sob. There’s nothing you can do to stop this. It’s been coming for a long time, you knew he’d have his way with you eventually. After all, you were something that he couldn’t steal away from Zeke, you were something he couldn’t borrow away anytime he wanted.

You were something he couldn’t have.

Of course he’d have it out for you, and now you were going to feel his wrath for however long he’d keep you alive for.

You were going to die. And it would probably be in the most painful, drawn out way imaginable. He’d have you bolted to the wall with your innards sprawled out across the room if he could truly let loose with you, and you’d be powerless to stop him.

You feel something warm and fleshy against your skin, you weren’t even sure when your pants had come off but you can do nothing but cry and mentally brace for the intrusion. Thoughts running a mile a minute, you clench your eyes shut and begin to tense and cry and the pain and humiliation of it all leaves you aching to scream and sob and break everything in sight and-

Your body shoots up and you gasp for air. Sweat coats your skin and you turn in all directions to gather your senses and take in the room you were in. Your room.

A nightmare. It was a  nightmare. It felt so real. How long til it came true? How long til Eren would come to conquer you for real?

“Hey, you okay?” Hearing Zeke’s sleepy voice.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” You said still kind of panicking from the dream.

“It’s okay, you want to talk about it?” He says sitting up and putting his glasses on.

“It… it was just about my old foster home.” You lied because you don’t know how he would react to you having dreams about Eren.

“Come here.” Zeke pulls you in and holds you close. “Don’t worry you will always be safe with me.” He kisses your forehead and smiles.

You hear a light knock on your door.

“Come in.” Zeke yells.

Pieck pokes her head in, “hey, um I’ve got stuff to do today so I won’t be making breakfast just a heads up.”

“Alright that’s fine, thanks for letting me know.”

She shuts the door and leaves you guys.

“I’ll take you out to breakfast how does that sound?” He looks down and smiles at you.

“Yeah of corse I would love to.”

After showering, you pick out black high waisted skinny jeans and a light brown sweater  that’s got a lantern sleeve, drawstring ruched front and of corse your white shoes.

You do your hair in loose curls and putting on mascara. Finally ready you make your way down the steps and turn the corner the first thing you see is Eren waiting at the door you look around and you don’t see Zeke anywhere.

Is he still getting ready ? You think to yourself. You make eye contact with him and you immediately turn around and walk away.

Fuck, hopefully he doesn’t follow me.

“Whoah, where are you off to in such a hurry.” Eren’s now behinds you and grabs your wrist to stop you. You want to yank them away, but stop yourself out of fear of angering him. Now was not the time to be risking recreating your nightmare.

“I’m waiting for Zeke, and he’s not down here yet so I thought I would wait upstairs.”

“Why do I scare you?” Eren said gripping tighter on your wrist smirking.

“Yes.” You say almost whispering.

You see his mouth curve up showing his perfect white teeth and he chuckles.

“Good, you should be. It shows you aren’t completely stupid.”

“Umm thank you?” You say, unsure if that was a compliment or not. By the way his brows furrow while watching you, you instantly know that it definitely was not meant to be a compliment.

“God you’re annoying.” He turns around and walks outside.

Not long after Zeke comes down, “you ready? And where’s Eren? He’s joining us for breakfast.”

“He just went outside.” You reply back.

Of corse he’s coming with, why couldn’t it have just been Zeke and I. He shouldn’t try anything while Zeke’s around, hopefully.

“Alright come on let’s go then.” He heads toward the door and you follow behind him. 

Finally arriving you guys get out of the car and head toward the entrance before going in you hear a man’s voice yelling your fake name that you used to go by before getting captured.

“Nadia! Hey, Nadia!”

You try to ignore it hoping he stops eventually maybe he’ll think it’s not you if you don’t turn around. You feel a large hand on your shoulder and you stop and turn your head.

“I knew that was you! You look so good! How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever what has it been like 7 months?” The man pulls you in for a hug.

You feel Zeke and Eren’s eyes on you, “hey Jack how you’ve been?” You said giving a fake smile.

You met Jack Collins when you first got here for your mission, he was one of your first targets to get close to so you could get information about Zeke.

He is a sergeant in the army and he fell head over heels for you when you first met. It made it a lot easier to get information out of him.

His looks made everything easier too he was very attractive, Jack was tall, tan, with black curly hair and has beautiful hazel brown eyes. He was very fit and had perfect white teeth.

“I’ve been doing good, I’ve missed having you around, we should get drinks sometime soon!”

Before you could answer Zeke was standing next to you wrapping a hand on your waist and pulling you to him. You give a nervous smile and Jack seems to notice.

“Good morning sergeant Collins, going to breakfast alone today? You’re more than welcome to join us.” Zeke said politely, but you know he’s angry, if you don’t know Zeke on that personal level you would never tell he’s pissed.

You’re internally cringing, Jack and you had gotten pretty close before attempting to kill Zeke. You hope he doesn’t say yes please don’t say yes.

“Yeah everyone else is still sleeping so I decided to leave, and no it’s okay, I wouldn’t want to intrude on anything!” Jack replied awkwardly.

Thank god he said no that would have been weird. Jack and you have kissed and went on a couple of dates but it didn’t go much further than that, but both of you had a lot in common and he was very charming.

“No please I insist, I would love to know how you and Nadia know each other.” Zeke said while gripping your waist harder but no one seemed to noticed. You know he’s trying so hard to keep his cool. This isn’t going to be good when you get home.

“Well if you insist, it would be nice not sitting alone.” Jack said kindly.

Fuck!

All of you begin to head for the door Zeke let’s go finally and walks to the left of you while Jack walks to the right. Eren is behind the group walking without a care in the world.

“Hey so what have you been up to? You kind of just disappeared on me.” Jack said kind of depressingly

“Oh I… I just had to figure some things out, you know life right.” You said nervously trying to think of something. It’s not like you can actually tell him what actually happened.

Zeke stayed quite listening to everything that was being said making sure you don’t slip up and say anything you’re not supposed to.

“I hope I didn’t do anything to upset you, I thought we made pretty good friends.” Jack bumped you slightly and laughed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you were very kind to me, my friend had passed away and I was just in a dark place for a while is all.”

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to have you bring that up, I’m so sorry for your loss.” Jack puts a comforting hand on your upper back.