- Mikasa's POV - -
I wake stuck to a pole and I'm freezing. I tried to reach for my scarf but, my hands were cuffed to the pole. I looked down and I wasn't even wearing my scarf or my clothes. I was in some corset. It was really tight. "Look who's finally up. I was thinking Kenny used too strong of a dose on you and we'd have to party tomorrow." A strange man said. "Who are you? Where am I? What happened?" I asked. The man got a devilish grin and said, "Well you were stripping for us but you started to get too feisty so Kenny, had to put you down for a little bit." I knew he was lying, I didn't know how long it would take Levi and maybe Eren to get her so I played his little game.
"Well then let's get back to partying. But, I won't be able to do much from this pole." I said as cute and sad as I could. It worked because the man came over and quickly unlocked me from the pole. After he did I attacked him, he was ready for that and threw me into a wall. "Kenny! Get your ass down here we have a fighter." The man yelled
I got up and swung at him again. He threw me into the wall again. I started coughing up a little blood. "Kenny, this bitch is psychotic." he complained. Kenny stood there and watched as I attacked the man a third time. He wasn't ready this time I tackled him and started furiously punching him. I grabbed the knife out of my boot and without hesitation slit his throat.
I stood up and watched as the man died on the floor. "Todd what've I told you. Never underestimate an Ackerman." Kenny said to the corpse. "How do you know my last name?" I asked Kenny. "Mikasa don't you think I do research for my targets. Yours was very quick. I just asked a kid with a buzzcut who Mikasa was. He refused at first but I smacked him three times and he sang like a bird, especially about with your obsession with Eren. I knew you would visit him quickly so he was easy bait."
"Don't talk about Eren like that." I snapped. "Hm, who else did I see. Oh, that blonde kid. How the hell did he survive? He just looks like titan bait. How of does he cry? He must cry during like every mission he goes on. That's how he lived so long, he never leaves the walls." Kenny said testily. "Don't talk about any of my friends you bastard." I snapped again.
He grabbed my hair pulling me to his level. "Listen girl. If you want to even live to see any of your friends again you better start behaving. George get the whip." He yelled up the stairs, "Let's go. We are going to have some fun." He dragged me upstairs where a man was holding an old leather whip. "Good, now set up our little strippers area. It is going to be a fun night." Kenny said to in a whisper George, he made sure it was loud enough that I could hear him. "Come on little girl. Let's have some private fun." Kenny grabbed my hand and dragged me towards what I think was a bedroom.
"Now baby, lie down on the bed and I'll do the rest. Your little virgin self won't worry about a thing just don't run out on me; like Levi did the little shit." I slapped him. "I said not to talk about my friends like that." "You're going to get it now. Frankie get the cuffs better make it all four." He yelled down the hallway.