I don't own Attack on Titan.

Chapter Warnings: Torture, rape


The Hunters

Chapter Two — Friends

I was half-asleep when I heard my phone go off around seven-thirty in the morning. It had been three days since the Corporal came around—since I'd seen the guy he was looking for—and each day that followed had been excruciatingly boring and the same: wake up, get fucked, fall asleep feeling more or less hollow. The only new development was that when I was finally done for the night, I snuggled up with that blanket the Corporal had left me. As I pulled it off my face to check my phone, I noticed the letters PR stitched in the corner, in green. I shrugged at it, not caring too much about its significance and checked the text message:

Hey, Eren! It's Connie.

Morning.

Oh, did I wake you? Sorry. Some friends and I are going to Big Surf. Just spend the day there. Wanna come?

I don't drive or anything.

We'll pick you up. Don't worry.

Who is going? I don't know anyone.

It'll be fine. Come make some friends.

Will we be out long?

Stop making excuses. Meet us at Black Bear Diner in half an hour? It's around the laser tag place. If you don't show up in an hour, we'll leave without you!

I waited a couple minutes to decide. My body kind of acted on its own, ignoring the sore spots and small wounds I had accumulated, rolling quite literally out of bed, pulling on beige tank top with brown and olive green graphics, a pair of black shorts that I had sort of grown too tall for, but I fuck guys, so what the hell, and off-white sandals. On one wrist I wore a black waterproof watch with some rubber wristbands, and on the other, some of those bracelets that you tie on and subsequently never take off because scissors are too much effort.

I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't even try to tame my hair, but I did worry about all the marks on my body. They were easy enough to hide if I kept my shirt on, and I wore a dog collar or a choker on normal days, but if we were wearing bathing suits...I just tied on a braided choker on and hoped for the best. Maybe no one would say anything. Only two little ones remained in plain sight.

I filled a canvas knapsack with a sweatshirt for the night, a pair of sunglasses, my keys, a wad of cash, and my phone. I'd never been to a water park (or water anything, really), so I didn't exactly own things for that, but I figured I'd just let them know I had to pick stuff up first.

When I felt ready, I left a note on the door: "Come back tomorrow. Xoxo."


"Hey, Eren!" Connie smiled widely at me, waving his arm like a lunatic so I could see where they were sitting. I didn't actually get there until forty-five minutes later, but it didn't seem to matter. There were three other people in the booth, and I didn't think I'd fit, but I walked over to them.

"Hi," I said, trying to smile in a friendly way. Making friends had always been tough for me, and I didn't know how to be anything except angry or sexy. I saw his eyes flicker to the spot on my neck where the hickeys were, but he didn't mention it.

"Sit down, sit!" He pushed the girl next to him in, scooting over for me. I kicked my knapsack under the table and felt kind of better looking at them. I wasn't sure how to dress, but apparently I'd gotten it right.

"This is Sasha," the girl seated next to him smiled, "Thomas," a blond boy across from her who nodded with a smile, "and Annie." She just stared back at me blankly.

Like the Corporal, I thought absently. "Hey, I'm Eren."

"Eren, how old are you?" Sasha asked immediately.

"Fifteen." I fidgeted nervously.

"I haven't seen you around," Thomas interjected. "Do you go to Gilbert?"

I shook my head. "I'm home-schooled."

"Whoa! What's that like? If you don't mind me asking." Sasha looked genuinely interested, and it frightened me. I didn't want to lie to them, but I sure as hell was keeping the entire truth to myself.

"Uh, it's not bad."

"Hey, Sasha, you can ask him dumb stuff later. Let's get some breakfast first," Connie laughed.

"Who are you calling stupid, Connie?" she replied with a smile.

I wondered if I'd made the right choice, meeting these people. Connie, Sasha, and Thomas talked animatedly over the menus while I tried to look at my own and forget about the fact that Annie's blatant staring was boring holes into my head. My face turned a little pink.

"Annie, what are you getting?" I asked in an attempt to get her do anything else in the world but just look at me like that. It was unnerving.

"Just scrambled eggs and toast, I think."

I nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

"I'm getting the Hunter's Breakfast," Sasha exclaimed with a gleam in her eye. "It comes with pancakes, potatoes, eggs, Canadian bacon, sausage, regular bacon, and shredded beef."

I winced. "That's...a lot of food."

"Don't worry, she can handle it. Maybe the table can't," Thomas joked, "but Sasha can pack it away."

I was really used to eating barely anything beside microwave meals and fast food. "I can't wait to see that happen," I said genuinely.

"Just you wait!"

After we'd ordered, I mentioned that I didn't own a swimsuit.

"Well, we can stop over at the Wal-Mart on the way. What do you do when you go to the pool, if you don't have a suit?"

"I've never gone to a pool. Or a beach." Not since I had been six or seven, anyway.

Connie looked really surprised. "Never? But it's Arizona. I go swimming all the time."

"Don't get too excited. It's not the ocean," Annie commented dryly.

"It will be plenty of fun, Eren. Do you know how to swim at all?" Sasha seemed to find everything exciting.

"Is there a difference between swimming and not-drowning?"

"Not for our purposes," Thomas laughed.

"Then, yes."

The food came, and Annie and I ate while listening to Sasha try and tell us stories with her mouth full of meat and to Thomas and Connie laugh and chat. We took our time, since the park didn't actually open until ten, and I didn't mind savoring the moment. Real food. Carefree teenagers. It was like the shows I watched on television, but it didn't feel like my life. Annie had stopped staring, but every once in a while I managed to still catch her eye.

"All right, guys. Time to pay up," Connie said.

I spoke up. "Uh, actually, I'd like to take care of this for everyone."

"Huh? Eren, you don't have to do that."

"I...I want to." Maybe buying friends was the best I could do.

Sasha blushed. "No way! Please, let me pay for myself, Eren!"

I grimaced. "I said it's fine, so it's fine. Just let me do it."

"T-thank you very much," she said, backing off. I guess she thought it would be more disrespectful to fight about it.

"Thanks, man," Connie grinned.

"Yeah, thanks!" Thomas gave me a thumbs up.

Annie even nodded at me in approval.


"All right!" Connie led us over to his car. "I've got the station wagon today, so you three in the back should get comfy. Now who is—"

"Shotgun," Annie said flatly.

I sat in the middle between Sasha and Thomas, which is never fun, but I didn't complain. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable, Eren," she said.

"It's fine. You know, you don't have to be so polite. Just do whatever makes you feel normal."

She blushed a little. "Thanks, Eren. Hey, why don't I be the one to help you pick things out for the trip?"

"If that's what you want."

"Of course!"

I smiled as nicely as I could, and Connie looked over at me. "Don't get too friendly there, Eren. I'm staking a claim over Sasha!" I could tell he was joking, but I still felt awkward.

"I didn't mean to...I'm sorry."

He grinned again. "I'm just teasing you. It's hard not to, when you look cute in those tiny shorts."

My first instinct was to get embarrassed, but instead I used it to my advantage. "I can look even cuter without them," I smiled mischievously.

Connie turned a little pink, and laughed. "Look at that. Eren makes jokes!"

Sasha asked me tons of questions. What kind of swimsuit did I like? Something plain. Did I want to get a tan, or did I want strong sun protection? Whatever was fine. I just kind of let her do what she wanted and forked over the cash, because I didn't really care, and it was fun to watch her get really animated, especially over food. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot of the park, she was on again about food.

"Guys, let's take a snack break."

"Sasha, we haven't gotten inside the park yet," Connie laughed, "and we ate at eight. That's two hours ago."

"Two hours and fifteen minutes. Thomas, please explain to Connie why it's important that we eat snacks right now."

Thomas didn't seem to want to argue. "Sasha, let's go in and rent lockers and change first. Then we can do all of that."

I changed into the black and white swim trunks Sasha had picked out and realized that I didn't get an extra shirt. I really didn't want to take it off, so I accepted the fact that I would just be wet all day.

"You girls look nice," I said when I met them at the lockers. Sasha wore a plain red bikini and Annie was wearing a two piece suit that was light blue with white polka dots and pink ribbon. I was surprised at how feminine it was, and also thought that it really suited her.

"Thanks," they said at the same time, Sasha's voice bright and Annie's flat.

"Eh? Eren, aren't you going to take that tank top off? It'll be pretty uncomfortable on the slides. Sometimes they make you take it off anyway," Connie said as I closed my locker.

"Uh...I'm not sure it's a good idea."

"You don't have to be embarrassed. We're all just in our suits. We won't make fun of you or anything."

I looked at Thomas and Connie, then to other guys I saw milling around the park. It was true that I was the only weirdo running around in the hot sun with a shirt still on. "Okay." I hesitated for a moment, then just pulled it off, like ripping off a Band-Aid.

I saw each one of their eyes widen at the sight of my marked up body, and I tensed up.

Thomas chuckled nervously, "Hey, Eren...your girlfriend is kind of crazy, right?" Connie elbowed him in the stomach.

"Yeah," I laughed back, blushing. "So, uh...what should we do first?"

Despite my anxieties, I actually had fun. We went on slides and in the wave pool, stopped for lunch, and then rode everything all over again. Around five we decided to call it quits and changed back into our clothing. Annie and I were the first ones ready to leave.

"Eren."

"Annie," I smiled.

"I know your secret."

That startled me. No wonder she had been staring. "W-what do you mean?"

She didn't answer. Instead, Connie and Thomas showed up, closely followed by Sasha. "Is everyone ready to go?"

We ended up back at the shopping center where the Wal-Mart was, to eat dinner and just walk around. I avoided Annie and let everyone else do the talking. I was feeling too apprehensive to add anything to the conversation.

"Eren, does that sound good?"

"Huh?"

"Ice cream."

"Um, yeah. You guys can get some. I don't like sweets."

We sat at a table for a while and I started to warm up again. Annie had started paying more attention to her phone than me, and Sasha had toned down the personal questions, so I was more relaxed. Of course, the universe wasn't okay with that. Connie was suggesting we see a movie at the theater next door when it happened.

"Jaeger?" I froze. Only customers called me Jaeger. To everyone else, I was only Eren. No last name. Like Cher. "It really is you," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder, and I turned around, dreading who I would see. "I stopped by to see you earlier, but you weren't home." It was the guy. The young one who the Corporal had asked me to keep an eye out for. He was smiling that pretty, evil smile, and I knew what he was thinking.

"Uh, hey." I swallowed hard, and my friends were starting to notice something off.

"Are these your friends?" His hand started to creep from my shoulder down my back.

"Y-yeah. Look, um, I'm sorry I wasn't in earlier." I really just wanted him to go, and sat up a little straighter. He took his hand off of my back. "Could we catch up tomorrow?"

"I was hoping you'd be in tonight, actually," he said, and his voice was lower in pitch, and he ran his hand through my hair. I turned bright red.

"Uh, yeah. Right. Could you just give me a minute?"

He nodded and winked at me. "Sure. It was nice meeting you guys. Take good care of him." He walked off enough to give us a little privacy—not that it mattered at that point.

"Eren? Who is that creep? Are you all right?" Thomas looked really concerned. I noticed that Sasha looked shocked, Connie looked like he was ready to defend my honor, and Annie just continued to spoon tiny bits of ice cream into her stupid mouth like this was some kind of show.

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'm fine. He's just this guy I know." They were probably putting two and two together. At the very least, they'd know I was fucking that guy. I guess it was better having them think something was wrong than knowing I did it voluntarily for three hundred bucks. Being an underage male was easy to cash in on—most of the time, I could milk them for even more. It wasn't like I didn't need the money—that stinky fucker who owned the hotel made me pay so much because I was too young to be there.

Connie asked, "You want us to stick with you? You can stay over at my house."

"Um...no, thanks. Really. It's cool. So, uh...thanks for today, but I've got to go. I'll take a rain check on that movie?" I stood up nervously and almost forgot my knapsack. "S-see you guys."

I'm sure they saw when the guy squeezed my ass on the way out of the shopping center, and I decided that I'd never hang out with them again. Friends just weren't a thing I could have.


He drove a red Dodge Charger with the license plate 035—

"Jaeger." He was holding the passenger side door open for me like a gentleman.

"Thanks," I smiled, getting into the car. Well, it was only a little bit of information, but at least I had something to give to the Corporal. I had the feeling that he wasn't planning on taking me back to my little hotel room. As the guy got in and started the car, I pulled my phone out to text the Corporal, but blondie put his hand on mine.

"I think you're on my time, now. Can't that person wait?"

I laughed nervously. "Sorry. I was just telling my friends not to worry about me getting home tonight."

"Didn't you just tell them?" His voice was sweet and murderous. "Why don't I hold onto that for you?"

I bit my lip. "If you think that's really necessary..."

He took it from my hands. "I know how teenagers get with texting. Don't worry. It'll be safe with me."

I nodded. "By the way, I don't think you told me your name."

"Hah. I'm sorry. That was rude, right? You can call me Ian."

This didn't feel right. This didn't feel like a normal encounter. "Ian...I like that." Why didn't he just screw me in the back of his car behind the dumpsters like everyone else?

"Good." He grabbed my knee instead of the gear shift. "I think you're going to have a nice time, tonight."

"Oh?" I picked up his hand and put it back on the stick. "But, Ian, my job is to make sure you are having fun."

"Don't worry. I know I'm going to enjoy myself either way."

That sounded fucking menacing. Corporal, save me! I started to get seriously scared. At least in my hotel room, they'd just do me and leave. I didn't like unknowns, and we weren't heading the direction back to my place. I tried really hard to pay attention to where we were going, but he was speeding a little. The freeway. Val Vista. Church to the left. We went straight for a long time; seven streets passed on the right. Then we turned right. Right. Skip a street, turn right. We ended up in a cul-de-sac, so I assumed that was the end of the journey.

"Whoa. These are some serious houses," I said absentmindedly. They were huge, pretty houses with manicured gardens, like out of magazines.

He chuckled. "Like it? It's pretty nice on the inside, too."

I blushed. It was hard not to be impressed, but I couldn't afford to let my guard down. "I'm jealous."

"Wait until you see my bed."

I swallowed hard. "Y-yeah."

He wasn't kidding when he said it would be nice inside. Every single room was a magazine cover. I wondered if he even lived in the house. Nothing should be that pretty. It wasn't pristine—it looked like people lived there, but like it was staged. Not natural.

"This way." He took my hand and led me back through the house and upstairs. His room had a nice view of the patio, backyard, and pool, and I went to the window straight away.

"Wow," I breathed, pressed against the glass like a kid outside of a toy store. "Imagine the great soccer games you could play there."

"I was thinking of a different game," he whispered into my ear, his hands on my hips.

I put my hands over his. "I like games," I said, leaning into his touch. Maybe if I acted really well, he'd be satisfied and take me home.

"Why don't you go clean up in the bathroom?" He turned me around and pointed out the door. "I have to get a few things together. Just take a shower and relax." I nodded with a coy smile, heading over to the bathroom. "And don't bother getting dressed. Just come out when you're ready. Use whatever you'd like."

The bathroom was bigger than my entire fucking hotel room. It was like walking onto a spaceship. There were ultra modern fixtures and crap everywhere, and I didn't know what most of it was, unless I'd seen it on television (and daytime TV sucks, so I watch a lot of QVC). There was a tub with jets and stuff, and one of those awesome showers that makes it feel like it's raining, with lights and music and a bunch of unnecessary junk. I turned the hot water on (and it was actually hot!) and started to strip. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, spending the night with him, if it meant I got to hang out here.

Probably not. I rummaged around the cabinets and found a rubber bulb, which isn't made for what I was planning on using it for, but would do the trick. The water felt amazing, and the soap smelled awesome, and I started to feel pretty good and relaxed. Even cleaning inside myself didn't make me feel as awkward as usual. I stepped out and shivered a bit, then continued into the bedroom when I didn't notice any towels around.

"Ian, I'm...ready. Uh. What's all this?" I held my arms across my chest, feeling cold outside of the hot shower, and watched him set some scary looking stuff down on a metal tray covered with a sheet of this blue fabric paper thing. Like I'd seen on hospital shows. Everything I know is from TV and books, but they usually weren't that wrong.

Ian smiled at me. His shirt was off, and he was wearing latex gloves. "All ready? Come, lie on the bed." He sat down and patted a spot. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, but I went over. The bed was really big, with plush beige bedding that sucked me in as soon as I got on it. It was so comfortable I almost lost myself.

"Ian, what are you interested in tonight?" I asked hesitantly.

"Heh. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About how pretty you'd look here." He stroked my stomach. "I just want to admire you. You're a work of art." He pushed my legs wide open and smiled. Always fucking smiling. "Let me look for a bit."

I shivered, and not because of the cooling droplets of water that ran down from my hair. My throat and mouth felt dry. "Aren't we going to have sex?"

"Sure. But let's not rush it." He spread my ass cheeks and licked his lips. "I bet you're really tight today. It doesn't even look like I'll fit."

I took in a shallow breath. He really creeped me out. "We can use toys if you want. Whatever you like." I wasn't a stranger to things like that.

"What I like?" He cocked his head to the side. "I like that pretty little neck." He breathed in deeply as he ran his hands up my body and circled them around my neck. "You're so warm and so smooth." He leaned in close and nuzzled my neck. "You smell lovely." His tongue flicked out and I flinched. He responded with a chuckle. "You taste as sweet as I thought." He sat back up and just stared at me for what felt like a solid minute. "God, you're so pretty, Jaeger."

I tilted my head up and spread my legs further. I didn't like being talked to like that. I wanted to skip ahead. "I'm yours," I said in a low tone. "Do what you want with me."

"What a good boy," he grinned. That phrase still makes me shiver. "I want to do something very nice for you." He stood, and instead of undressing like I'd expected, he walked over to a chest at the foot of the bed, opened it and rummaged around for something. Maybe he would get a toy. It had been a while since I'd been played with with a vibrator, and those actually felt good. When he came back over though, I noticed that in his hands he held chains. Handcuffs. "I'm going to need you to relax, and hold still, though."

Getting tied up was one of my worst fears. "A-Are the handcuffs really necessary?" I sat up, but he pushed me back down.

"It's okay. If you're good, we can take them off."

I put my hand over his, my heart beating out of my chest. "What if I promise?"

"I just can't take your word for it. But it won't be long." I stared at him for a moment, begging him not to, but he closed a cuff around on of my wrists. I tried to catch my breath and let him chain me to the bed by my wrists. He straddled my hips. "Now, close your eyes." Reluctantly, I followed that order too. "Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth wide, not sure of what to expect. It certainly surprised me when he grabbed a hold of my tongue with what felt like tongs and pulled it out. I managed to keep my eyes closed like he'd asked, and although it was uncomfortable, it wasn't any worse than the feeling of lying in the bed that grew increasingly wet from my shower, and if that was what got him off, I wasn't complaining.

And then I felt pain. I grunted and my eyes flew open. "Ah-ah-ah!" He scolded me. "If you move too much, Jaeger, you'll hurt yourself." Tears welled up in my eyes, but I stopped trying to buck him off. I saw the metal tray I'd forgotten all about sitting next to him on the bed, and could make out what was on it. Needles, and plain, silver jewelry, among some other things. He...he was piercing me. What kind of sick fuck does that?

"I'm trained, and I know what I'm doing, if that's what you're wondering." He smiled sadistically. "Once the pain of the piercing is over, you'll be fine. So keep calm." He put the barbell through my tongue and let me put it back in my mouth. "How does it feel?"

I rubbed my tongue around a little. Truthfully, only the moment when the needle went through was painful. Now that it was over, it just felt foreign—the sensation wasn't really pain so much as that tingly feeling you get after burning your tongue. I could taste the blood, and already my tongue started to swell, but it wasn't terrible. "Ish ar right." So, the letters s and l were out of the picture.

He laughed. "Cold things will keep the swelling down. Ice, popsicles, you know. The lisp will go away."

I nodded. "Ar done?" I was dying to get out of the cuffs.

"Not quite." He put his hand on the back of my head, holding it up, and pressed a little Dixie cup to my lips. "Swish and spit." I did as I was told, and he wiped some spit from my lips with a paper towel. I leaned back and started to relax as he turned back to his tray. I could make the piercing work. I certainly didn't think my customers would complain.

"Sho, can I get out of theesh?" I said, pulling my wrists and clinking the chains around.

He turned back to me with what looked like an alcohol pad. "I'm not so sure you'll stay still." He pressed the cold pad to one of my nipples and I went right back to full alert mode, stiffening with fear.

I swallowed hard and tried to catch my breath. "Ian, wha are you doing?"

"I told you before. We're not quite done here."

Piercing my nipples was really painful, but at least he made quick work of it. I worried that he'd draw it out if it made him hot, but the part he seemed to like even more was cleaning the blood from them and admiring his handiwork. He ran a hand down my chest and moaned quietly. I could feel him getting hard against my stomach, where he still sat. "You're fucking gorgeous."

I blushed. "Pleash," I said, my voice breaking, "we can get the cuth off now, right?"

He got off of me and instead sat beside me with that same sneer. "It's just one more, sweetie. Then I'll take them off." He got another alcohol pad, this time wiping around my navel.

"No, pleash—I don't rike this."

He flashed a scowl before that damn smile settled back on his face. "Jaeger, tonight is a delicate process. There are many steps." Suddenly, he shoved two or three fingers roughly up my ass and I cried out in pain. "Do you wanna just skip to this?" He thrusted them out and in again, bringing tears to my eyes. It was just hot, painful friction without stretching and lube, and I wasn't about to say he could force his dick in after that.

"O-okay," I gasped. "Whatever you want. No shkipping." There was only one other time in my life I'd been fucked completely unprepared, and I did my damndest to forget that moment—to bury that pain. I hated being restrained, and every second I spent in the cuffs set my teeth on edge, but nothing else could possibly be as horrible as that night in the basement.

He took his fingers out and pulled off the glove on that hand. "See? I knew you'd come around." He replaced that glove with a snap and set to work on my belly button—although honestly, it didn't hurt that much either—and, like before, he quickly replaced the needle with jewelry and lovingly wiped my blood away from it. "You're all done," he said softly, placing a kiss in the place where my pubes would be if I didn't shave everything off almost every day.

I tried to ask him again to remove the restraints, but all that came out was a sad whimper. He chuckled and licked the few tears I shed about it off of my cheeks. I was shaking, and he repositioned me on the bed, opening my legs wide. "Stay right here like that," he said. "If you're a good boy, then you'll be rewarded."


"Aah. Hah, ah. I-Ian. Ian—" He choked off my words by tightening the leash he'd buckled around my neck, holding on to it with his right hand. He had three fingers in me from his left hand, stretching and rubbing and making me blush. He hadn't uncuffed me yet. He'd disappeared after piercing me, leaving me in that embarrassing position, but I didn't dare close my legs. If he liked to hurt me for fun, then I wasn't interested in being punished.

"Do you like it, Jaeger?"

"Uh-huh." It wasn't hard to lie. It felt good, physically to my body. But I hated that he was the one doing it. It made my stomach turn.

"Are you ready for more?"

"Y-yesh." Damn lisp. My tongue felt big and heavy in my mouth.

"I won't give it to you," he said, suddenly stopping and leaving me like that. "I don't want you to get too spoiled."

I groaned. "Ian, pleash. I'm sho hard." He tightened the leash even more, and I gasped for air.

"You can endure it, can't you? It's no good to be so lascivious." He hovered above me, not touching any part of me. "Besides," he continued, wrapping his hand around his cock, "you look so pretty like this. You make a pretty face when you're in pain."

I tried to take as deep breaths as I could while he moaned and panted in my ear, stroking himself. Still, he didn't touch me. I ached with desire. I just wanted to get off. I bucked my hips up toward him, earning myself a hard slap across the face.

"You don't want to do that," he said darkly, moaning. "You don't want to disobey me, Jaeger." He bit his lip as he pressed his thumb against one of my tender nipples and gasped as my face screwed up in pain. "If you're a good boy, I'll fuck you hard." He pressed harder and I cried out. "Tell me you'll be a good boy."

"I—I'll be a good boy." I didn't move a muscle after that. "Please. I'll be a good boy."

He licked his lips and drooled onto my collarbone. "Tell me how good you are."

My mouth felt so dry. Licking my lips did nothing except turn him on more. "I'm such a good boy."

He laughed. "Tell me more. Tell me what good little boys do." Even as he pinched and prodded me painfully to get my reactions, I held still and did what he wanted.

"Good boys are obedient. Good boys…" I wasn't sure what to say. "Good boys are...pretty?"

"Yes, they are." He undid the leash around my neck and stroked the marks it left behind. "How else can you be good?"

I tried to stick to things that guys normally asked to hear. "I can be a greedy slut."

"Good." He picked up my legs so that they were vertical and put his cock between my thighs and thrusted slowly.

"I can be a tight, hot, screaming whore."

"Oh, good."

"I can beg for you to fuck me hard." Each sentence was met with another moan from Ian. "I can tell you how much I love your huge cock. I can show you how needy my asshole gets. I can...I can…"

He squeezed my nipple again and I whimpered. He smeared the couple of fresh droplets of blood around and folded my legs over more, so that when he thrusted, his dick poked me in the stomach and left pearls of pre-cum behind. "What can my beautiful boy do?"

I wanted to die. "I...I can take the pain."

"Yes." I felt his cock twitch between my thighs and he repositioned himself so that the head of his penis was pressed in that hollow of my neck between my collarbones. "Tell me what a good boy likes."

"A good boy likes to be choked." I started saying it faster and faster as he rubbed himself against my chest. I tilted my head up more so that he got more of my neck like he probably wanted and so that his dick wasn't so close to my face. "A good boy likes to be hurt. A good boy likes to be fucked. A good boy likes to be filthy. A good boy likes to be sore. A good boy likes to be used. A good boy likes—" My words were cut off as he choked me again, harder than he ever had, so hard that I couldn't breathe and that the edges of my vision blurred. I felt his cum splatter across my collarbones and sternum.

"Jaeger. You're so pretty, Jaeger," he panted. "Fuck, what a good, pretty boy."


I was tired, and thirsty, and sleepy. I'd been with Ian for almost four hours, and there was no end in sight. He would come into the room, do something really crazy, and then leave, like nothing had happened. He'd done this a bunch of times, and every single time it hurt. He'd play with me, but stop before I could come. If I tried to get off, he'd choke me and smack me around. He got bored of using his fingers, but never once used his dick, instead fucking me roughly with unpleasantly shaped objects from around the room, like a mechanical toothbrush, the little man on top of a trophy, and an iPod. He didn't give me anything to drink and didn't let me fall asleep, pressing painfully on my fresh piercings or cutting each time my eyes closed. The last time he branded my left hip, branded me like I was his prized cow and then cuffed my hands in front of me and left me on the bed. I don't know where he went, but I knew I didn't have much time. I needed to contact the Corporal. Desperately.

I rolled off the bed and landed on my ass, which earned some tears of pain, and wriggled over to where Ian's pants were discarded on the floor. My phone was still in the front pocket, and after some careful maneuvering, I was able to pull it out. I could have sent him a text, but time was of the essence. I would have rather gotten caught chatting on the phone than not get the message across at all.

"Jaeger?"

"Corporahr!" I was so happy, I could have cried. I choked up a little bit. Ian didn't seem to be interested in letting me go anytime soon, and I didn't think I could take any more. "He...he came to shee me again. Ian."

"Dietrich? I'll be right there."

"N-no—wait! M'not there. He took me shomewhere…Corporahr..." It suddenly hit me that I still didn't know Ian's plans for me. All I could think of was my stifling nine month captivity five years ago, and it was enough to paralyze me with fear. I could never go back to that, even if this house was nicer. The thought of being without freedom was enough to make me want to drown myself in the bathtub.

"Jaeger, I can't really hear you." He sounded really impatient, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. "Speak up," he demanded, "and what's wrong with your voice?"

I could barely choke the word out. "Corporahr." I didn't mean to cry, but I couldn't contain the fear.

His voice softened. "Are you hurt?" Yes, in more ways than one, and I need you to save me.

"Ah—fine. Fine. Uh...we 'eft from Mesha Grand." I tried to be clear, but my mind was falling apart, and I was crying, and my damn tongue—and my backside started to throb in pain, and I couldn't concentrate, and I wanted him to hear me, but I couldn't speak too loudly. I sobbed. "The shopping shenter." I paused to try and pull myself together. When I spoke slower, I was able to speak more clearly. "Shuperstition and Val Vishta...ugh. Sh'all I 'member."

I heard the rustling of paper. "Are these directions?" A pause. "Damn it, Jaeger. Isn't there anything else you remember?"

I whimpered. "I'm trying." I closed my eyes and concentrated. "A cul-de-shac. The housh ish on a cul-de-shac."

He huffed, "That fucking doesn't help if I can't get there."

"Argh...uh," I tried to keep from hyperventilating, tried to force my brain to remember. "Red Charger. Lishenze prate...035 shomething. 045 shomething? I don't 'member."

"Jaeger..." He sighed heavily.

"Okay, look. Uh...ugh. Um...church. Church! On the 'eft. Then...then...shix, sheven...eight? 'Shtreets to the right. Turn right. Turn right. Shkip one. Turn right. The car."

"Is that all?"

"I...I can't...I can't remember." My chest felt tight.

"I...I guess that will do. Thanks."

"C-corporal?" I skipped a beat. "Hurry."

He hung up and I sighed in relief, only a little. He was going to try to get me. Things weren't hopeless.

"Eren, what are you doing?" I rolled over to see the source of the female voice. "You know, I'm allowed to hurt you if you do stupid things."

My eyes widened. "Annie?"