Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin.

WARNING: This chapter contains rape, it's light rape but I still thought it'd be nice to warn you.

I push the unwanted hands away from me and quickly scramble to get my things. I'm not needed here. My client's drunk as shit. I scoffed. Who the fuck gives their child alcohol at the age of sixteen? I grab my bag and turn around.

"Where are you going?" The drunken slur growls at me.

I turn my head to the side to address him. "I'm not needed here," I say and move to leave. A big, greasy hand clamps around my wrist and yanks me back to the bed. I fall onto the silky sheets and scowl. "Listen, Erwin, as much fun as it is watching you puke your guts out, I'm kind of on a schedule." I go to stand up, but Erwin straddles my legs and pins my arms to the bed. "Let go."

"No," he says, smiling crookedly. "I paid $20 to get you here, and you're gonna pay up." His hands search for the zipper of my pants. When they find their prize, they quickly tug the zipper down and force themselves inside to play with me. I cringe and turn my whole body away. "What?"

"I don't want this tonight Erwin. You called and said you wanted to talk, not to say you wanted a quick fuck." I say and huff as I pull myself up into a sitting position.

Erwin growls. "I changed my mind." He says. "I want you. All of you."

"You can't have me," I say and stand from the bed. "I have to go. Kenny will be worried sick if I don't show back up."

Erwin grins. "Then don't show back up."

I quirk an eyebrow at him. I'm unprepared for his next move. He grabs my hands and forces me back down on the bed. I feel sharp metal digging into my wrists and look up as he steps back. My hands are restrained in shiny metallic handcuffs.

"Erwin," I growl. "Get me out of these things now."

"Um..." He says, tapping his finger against his chin. "No can do."

I groan and nudge my foot to kick him in his prized possession. "So help me I will get out of these things and I will cut your balls off myself with a pair of scissors." I threaten.

He laughs and moves to rid himself of his shirt. "Are you sure you don't want this?"

"Positive," I say in return.

"It's too bad," he says. "I was gonna let you go afterward."

I hiss as his fingers remove my jeans from my legs. His cool skin scorches my warm body as he traces his fingers back around to my bottom. "Erwin so help me I will murder you."

He laughs and goes back to teasing my entrance with the pad of his index finger. He looks up at me, and I hiss in pain as he slides the finger fully in without warning. I can't find it in myself to moan in pleasure, or even to fake it.

"What's the matter? I thought you were a whore. You're supposed to be used to unwanted sex." Erwin says.

"I expect it from my clients, not from you," I say, wincing as something bigger, harder replaces his fingers. "Erwin-"

"Shh, it'll be over soon." He says and angles his hips to brush against my prostate after every thrust. I whimper and dig my nails into his hands as tears threaten to spill from my eyes. I'm not very vocal during sex, but this was different. It wasn't consensual. No, this was considered rape. He slams into me harder and I turn my head away, the tears falling freely now. It's not rough, but not gentle either. I bite my lip and close my eyes. I never thought Erwin, my best friend, would do this to me. I laughed silently in my head at the fact that he had to pay Kenny $20 to talk to me cause I was busy for tonight. It's true. My book was full with hastily written names and chicken scratch handwriting. More tears spill over. Why didn't I turn him away? Why did I let him lead me here? Let him do this to me?

"See, you're enjoying yourself."

"Go die in a fire," I hiss out as he pulls out of me, his cum soaking my thighs. "You're dead to me." I grab my things and dress quickly. I march, well, wobble out the door. I wipe my tears on the back of my sleeve. I'll never forgive him for this.