Chapter 4: Frozen Over

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-Three Years Later-

"Right there."

The woman leaning over Eren Jaeger sighs in pleasure, letting her head fall back. Her naked breasts are bouncing up and down above him, and her thighs are pressed tightly against his hips as she rocks back and forth on his dick.

Eren doesn't want to be there.

He wants to be in his room with Mikasa. He wants to make sure that she's safe. But then, that's why he's here instead, watching this woman fuck herself on his dick, and trying hard not to choke on the bile that's rising up in the back of his throat.

As if hearing Eren's thoughts, the woman slowly lifts her head back up and looks down at him, a smirk playing across her lips. She strokes one of her hands down his chest, while the other one drifts to the back of his head. Her fingers tighten in his hair, and she pulls his head closer to her, until his neck is stretched out in an uncomfortable position.

"Play with my nipples," she orders him. "No, beg to play with them."

"Can I please play with your nipples?" he asks, his voice flat and monotone.

She hums, and the fingers wrapped in his hair start playing with the strands. "Again," she says.

"Let me play with your nipples, please," he replies. It's not even a question. Eren is just a doll following her commands.

The hand that was pulling his hair lets go, and now she caresses his cheek, her other hand still resting on his stomach. "I suppose so," she sighs, like she's the one doing him a favor. He leans up automatically, trying not to think about what he's doing.

It's so different when he's with Mikasa. Even now, after several years of them being forced to stay in this place and make a living by having sex together in front of an audience, after years of them being owned by the woman who's fucking herself on top of him right this minute, Eren's sister still acts so innocent sometimes.

She still looks at him every day like he can somehow save her life all over again. He is saving her, Eren reminds himself. His fists clench in the sheets while he listens to the woman who took them in moan and gasp. He remembers the first time that she ordered him into her bed.

"You and your sister are my new stars," she'd laughed. "I need to make sure that you can perform well enough to satisfy my clients, don't I?"

And when he'd tried to protest, she'd looked at him silently for a few moments, and then softly said, "We have other people I could set you up with, you know. Your sister, too. In fact, I could send her to a friend's place, and then just keep you here, all for myself. How does that sound?"

And so, he'd stayed. And Mikasa has stayed with him, and Eren forces himself to believe that this is all that matters. Most days, it is.

Sometimes, Eren still wakes up from dreams of his mother screaming. He and Mikasa had been playing together in their room when they'd heard gunshots. Wide-eyed, they'd sat there frozen in place until they'd heard his mother scream, and then Eren had raced out of the room only to see his mother being dragged by her hair around the corner and into the kitchen, out of sight. There'd been another gunshot, but by that time, Mikasa had already been dragging Eren out of their bedroom window. They'd run straight into the house next door.

From there, they'd fled into the city and onto the streets. They'd survived somewhat for the first couple of months by stealing and begging, splitting whatever they could get between them equally at Mikasa's insistence that they might somehow become separated and both needed to be prepared, just in case.

The weather had grown colder, though, and Eren had known that they didn't have any other choice but to find somewhere more permanent to stay before they both froze to death. He'd heard some kids talking about a place where they took in good-looking children and fed them if they'd perform for perverts.

He'd been younger, then, but Eren hadn't been stupid. It would have been impossible for him not to know what those older kids had meant, especially after living on the streets. Both he and Mikasa had already been approached, or harassed, or had to run away from someone, too many times. Still, what choice did they have, really? If they'd stopped struggling to survive, no matter what, they would have died.

So, they'd come here. At least they were still together. And they'd been given a room and food and clothes. Everything that they could both want, they received, even phones, laptops, a stereo system, and a TV.

In exchange, Eren and Mikasa now perform at least two one-hour sessions each day in front of some cameras, and follow the suggestions of 'clients' who log in online to watch them having sex with each other. Once or twice a week, they also perform in one of the 'show rooms' available in this place in front of a live audience.

At first, Eren had been embarrassed and uncomfortable, but those feelings had faded after a month or so. Now, fucking Mikasa is as easy as breathing, even fun sometimes, and he loves the way that she smiles at him comfortingly during those sessions, no matter what they're doing. She still feels safe with Eren. He hasn't messed that up yet, at least.

This is why he can't say no when this woman orders him to come to her room every other week, or so. Eren supposes he should be thankful that it doesn't happen more often, but really, he just wants it to stop happening at all. She makes it all wrong. The way that she treats him, like he's not allowed to have any control over his own body, that he can't feel or think anything other than what she wants, sickens him.

When he's with her, Eren as a person might as well not even exist.

At least Mikasa is safe, he reminds himself firmly. This is all worth it if he can keep her safe.

The woman above him is panting now, her breaths coming short and hard as she moves up and down on his dick in rapid thrusts. She grabs one of his hands and brings it to her sex, and Eren knows without being told to start rubbing her clit. He knows that she'll come soon, but he still grits his teeth and waits impatiently for it all to be over. Why does this always have to take her so long?

Finally, she reaches an orgasm, and Eren sighs internally in relief. She sits there on top of him for another minute longer, and then pulls herself off, lying down on the bed. Eren ties off the condom, even though there's nothing inside of it, and ignores his erection as he moves over to the edge of the bed, eager to leave. He's already going soft.

"Eren," she calls out, just as he's standing up, and he freezes, uncertain. She's never wanted to talk to him afterwards before. "You're happy here, right?" she asks. "You and your pretty sister? You wouldn't leave me."

Eren closes his eyes and tries not to show just how nervous he is. Happy? Are he and Mikasa happy? He doesn't think that he even remembers how to be happy anymore. "We're both very happy here," he answers flatly, saying anything in order to get away from her faster.

There's silence behind him, and once more, Eren starts to leave. He opens the door and is walking out when he hears her utter a faint word. "Right," she says.

Eren doesn't know why, exactly, but a thought suddenly comes to him. They're running out of time.