Title: Alphabet Walk
Summary: Twenty-five times he stands up, twenty-six times he falls.
Word Count: 1, 173
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Sannes was wheezing, blood flowing from his mouth down his chest as he pulled at his bonds, clearly pained.
Hanji was holding a tooth, his molar to be exact, examining it with pure concentration until she found a slight imperfection with its roots. "Damn, I pulled it wrong again."
"W-What kind of woman are you, you sadistic freak?" He spluttered, "How many do you have to pull? And when are you going to ask me proper questions? Haven't they taught you—"
"You should pull out another if he talks too much." Levi deadpanned.
"He might lose all his teeth then. We won't be able to get any answers from him." She said, setting his tooth in line with the three others she pulled out earlier on the tray nearby.
"Gouge his eyes then."
"That's tough. I tried it once, I ended crushing it while it was still inside the socket and had to scrape it—"
"I helped," Moblit offered from behind Sannes' chair, "it was disgusting, I've never-
"It wasn't a sight for sore eyes." She continued, ignoring Moblit, "and it was too noisy. Like it was that painful."
"Well it is, woman." Sannes snapped, spitting blood on her apron.
"You've done that as well? Damn, maybe we should keep you after we're done and you teach me about torture." She beamed. "I'll ask Irvin when he gets back. We'll have so much fun together."
Levi rolled his eyes and wiped her tools with a wet cloth. "Get on with this, Hanji. We're behind our schedule. We have another one to torture, remember?"
"You wanna try taking one out?" She asked, offering him the pliers.
He eyed the tool and hissed, "Do I look like I want my clothes to be dirtied by that man's spit and blood?"
"Oh, yeah. How could I forget?" She motioned to Moblit, "Hold his head properly. I'll try taking out another—"
"For God's sake, woman!" Sannes shouted, eyes wild, "Why don't you just kill me?"
"Dead people don't talk." She said slowly.
"That's the point. I won't talk no matter what you do to me."
"Even if I cut your penis off?"
"Is that a challenge?" Levi said at the same time.
"He'll die easily after you cut it off." Moblit said gravely.
"I'll slice through slowly, very, very slowly so that it'll last longer. I cant wait to see his face and time him as he spills out his dirtiest secrets to us."
Sannes looked appalled. Moblit looked squeamish.
"Please stay away from his genitals, Hancho."
"Yes, please do."
"Well, you're the torturee, we're the torturer. We decide." She said happily.
"We can do that later for the finale," Levi offered. "In the mean time, teeth."
Hanji stood in front of Sannes as Levi cleared his throat.
"You know the rule: We ask questions, you answer. Too slow, tooth gets pulled out. Too fast, you're lying, we pull out two. Understood?"
Sannes shut his eyes and breathed, "yes."
"THAT WAS TOO SLOW!" Hanji exclaimed, yanking his head up and sticking the pliers into the startled man's mouth. His screams were muffled as Hanji struggled to extract his tooth. "Stop moving!"
Levi shook his head and waited, "We're going nowhere. This interrogation is not useful."
"I think we're doing it wrong." Moblit offered.
"She's doing it wrong."
"ENOUGH!" Sannes shouted, "ENOUGH! I've had enough of this 'interrogation'. Get the hell away from me, I don't want any of you touching me—"
Levi delivered a blow to his chest. Sannes coughed blood in Levi's face.
"That's bad." Moblit mumbled, "Really bad."
"I've got your DNA in my face, bastard. I can't live with that."
Hanji and Moblit watched Levi beat the living daylights out of Sannes.
"The two of you," he gurgled out once Levi was finished, head swaying from side to side, "especially you," he motioned to her, "sadistic fre—"
"He," she pointed to Levi, "broke your nose, popped both your ears, cracked your windpipe, broke your ribs. I only ripped your nails off and extracted five teeth and I'm the sadistic freak?" She exclaimed, clearly annoyed. "I'll show you sadism—"
"That's enough. We aren't going anywhere with thi—"
"That's because you're torturing people wrong, you stupid—"
"I'll show you sadism."
"Maybe you should crush his head instead, I'm sure we can get intel from the other—"
"Please don't, Heichou. Brain tissue is really hard to clean, I'll have to scrub the floor thrice with bleach—"
"You two are the devil incarnate and yet you failed to gather information from me. Ha! What would Irvin—"
"Stop choking him, Levi! I mean, really? You aren't going to talk at all? Fine, choke him to death for all I care. Can I start slicing through his abdomen? I lost my stomach bank and I need a new one."
"Wait, wait," Moblit cried out as he watched the two flock the bound man. "Can you two just—Hancho, don't you dare, oh my God, give me that, give me that rusty scalpel of yours! You can't just cut him open especially when he doesn't want to. Heichou, No. No. No. Stop that, are you trying to beat him until he is no longer recogniza— STOP, WILL THE TWO OF YOU JUST STOP ALREADY? WE ARENT GETTING ANYWHERE!"
Sannes screams filled the room.
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"That didn't go well."
"No, it didn't." He grumbled, pulling his gloves off and chucking it in the waste bin. "That's alright, it was our first time."
"Practice makes perfect." She smiled, storing Sannes teeth inside a jar and setting it aside. "Too bad Moblit didn't want me to cut him open. I would really love a new stomach bank."
"Maybe you can get one from the other one."
"Oh, yeah. Moblit's setting up his room. I can't wait to do it again."
Levi shook his head, "What are we? We're actually finding enjoyment in causing misfortune to these people. How-"
"Normal?" She supplied, turning on the tap. Levi leaned against the sink and frowned.
"If he were a titan this would be alright."
"Yeah, but he's human. He's just like us." She scrubbed her hands clean. She stopped and turned to him with wide eyes. "We just tortured a man to death."
"And didn't get any information from him."
"We suck, don't we?" She laughed. "Besides, you've beaten up a lot of people before. I hardly think it'd be a big deal for you."
"Compared to you."
"Hey, I do that every day."
"But not with a human—a living, breathing human with a wife."
"And kids."
"And a dog."
She turned off the tap and stared at her reflection. "I'm going to hell for this, aren't I?"
"Yeah, yeah you are."
"Will you follow me? You did partake in this torture session and you've done far worse than I did, so I guess you're going the same place I am."
He smirked and turned to her. "I'll meet you there."
She laughed. "I'll wait for you, then."
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Author's note: So that's H. I'm assuming that my readers are mature individuals who can handle the word penis. When I read the latest chapter I fell in love with the two of them more. I think they're perfect for each other. Thank you for reading!
