Eren wanted to scream and protest, but he knew better than to do that. No one in this neighborhood would listen. All they would see was a prostitute being abused, nothing out of the ordinary there. And so Eren went with the two gentlemen...although he was less than pleased. Neither seemed in the talkative mood, and their grip on him still hadn't loosened any.
They made their way to the docks, just north of the meatpacking district. This part of the city was even more seedy, as it was full of poverty stricken immigrants looking for cheap work. It stank like rotten fish and brine...nothing like the beach at Ackerman Place. It was also far away from the touristy part of the city, and everything seemed dank and dark.
The two men led Eren down the pier to a rundown hotel. The facade was peeling off, and although light pooled from the windows, the glass was dirty and cracked. Eren was forced up the rickety stairs to the penthouse. The taller man knocked on the door. They heard a muffled 'come in', and the broader thug opened the door.
The room was well furnished, and looked nothing like the exterior of the building. Sitting at a vanity in the corner was a slim, blonde woman. She was clad in a gorgeous gown that belonged anywhere but the dingy hotel. She didn't need to turn around, glancing at her guests in the mirror.
"So you're the whore who's been stealing my clients." She sounded bored.
"Er..yeah, that's me," Eren started. The blond thug gave him a sharp whack on the head.
"Show some respect," he growled.
"Ma'am," Eren added awkwardly.
"That's enough, Reiner." The Woman said rising. "Now, let's get to business. Rogue, this is my city. I know every pimp and whore who walks these streets, and I own them. Do you understand?"
Eren nodded, "yes ma'am."
"That puts me in quite a position of power. I don't like to see that power threatened by freelancers such as yourself. And so I have a little proposition for you," The Woman said slinking her way over to them. She wrapped her arms around Reiner, leaning towards Eren. "Join us."
"What?"
"You heard me," The Woman said languidly. "From what I hear you're a good slut. We'd be lucky to have you on our side."
Eren was deeply confused. "I'm not sure I know what you mean...ma'am."
"Bertolt, how about you do the honors. I'm tiring of this conversation," The Woman dragged Reiner to the divan, where they began to kiss.
Bertolt looked at Eren apologetically. "You'd essentially remain a free radical, operating on your own, only you'd have to pay a certain percentage to us each month. It's a fee that ensures you won't be run out of this town."
"And everyone who works here pays it?" Eren asked.
"Reiner?" The Woman prodded, disengaging her lips from the man.
"That is correct." Reiner replied.
"And," The Woman prompted. "Tell him what else he would have to do."
"Occasionally politicians and the like come into town to vacation and they like to have dates for state dinners," began Reiner.
"No." Eren said. He knew what state dinners were like...who he might meet at them. There was no way he could risk it.
"It's not that bad," Bertolt said shrugging, "besides it's not very likely you'd be picked. You're still new, and have no training in how to behave at such events."
The Woman shrugged. "I'm sure we could make different arrangements if that truly made you uncomfortable."
Eren sighed. "And the only way I can stay in this town is if I join you?"
"Simply put, yes." The Woman said.
"Very well. I'll do it." Eren said, not seeing any other way out of it.
The Woman smiled, and that's when Eren realized how beautiful she truly was. He began to see just how she may have gained control of the city's underground. "I'm glad you made that decision, Rogue. Reiner, get the paperwork."
As Reiner left her side, Bertolt went over to join her. He began kissing her hand and arm, moving his way up to her neck. She seemed complacent, allowing the tall man to suck at her pale skin. Eren watched curiously as Bertolt nipped and bit at the woman. When Reiner returned with the contract, The Woman lightly pushed the other away from her and grabbed the paperwork.
"Rogue, come to my desk where we can negotiate your terms. Bert, Reiner, entertain yourselves. You know what to do," The Woman ordered.
Eren followed her to another corner of the room and sat across from the woman. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Reiner and Bert kissing and feeling each other up. It was more genuine than what he had seen them do with their boss, and Eren's curiosity was sparked again.
"What's their deal?" asked Eren softly.
The Woman looked over apathetically. "They're in love."
"And?"
"And they're prostitutes. They do what I order. They bring in the most of my money, and in return for days off they have to act as my lackeys. Simple as that."
"You mean that people pay to watch them have sex?" Eren tried to keep the disgust out of his voice.
"Sometimes yes, sometimes no. What they do is what I say. Now, Rogue, read over this paperwork and sign your name at the bottom. Your real name."
Eren read it silently. The terms didn't seem too bad, and at least if he got injured by a customer all he had to do was tell The Woman about it, and she would make sure the abuser wouldn't be able to hire a prostitute in the whole city. Eren signed. His short lived freedom, with no master to order him about, was over.
In the corner, Reiner and Bertolt were going at it much more aggressively. Their anxious moans filled the penthouse and Eren wondered how they had ever gotten into bed (both figuratively and literally) with such a spidery character.
There was another knock at the door. Fluidly The Woman rose to answer it. Eren's jaw dropped when he saw who entered.
"Good evening, Annie," the woman purred.
"Hitch."
"I see Reiner and Bertolt are at it like usual. You are too kind to them, allowing them to have sex without you," Hitch shook her head.
"I always supervise, make sure things don't go sideways," The Woman, Annie, replied.
Hitch rolled her eyes. "Whatever works for the three of you."
"Hitch, might I introduce you to my new-"
"Eren! Is that you?!" Hitch squealed.
"Ma'am," Eren said respectively bowing his head.
"You know Rogue?" Annie asked, her brow furrowing.
Hitch cackled. "Oh yes. He was a guest at one of my parties, the pet of Rivaille."
Eren cringed at the name.
"Oh, Annie, do let me play with him. I've wanted him ever since that party," Hitch moaned.
Annie let out a sigh. "Yes alright."
Hitch grinned like a child and grabbed Eren's arm leading him down to one of the empty rooms a floor below them. Once there she cornered him. "So Eren, have you heard from your precious Master yet?"
"No." Eren's voice cracked.
"Then you haven't heard?"
"Haven't heard what?" Eren asked wearily.
Hitch's eyes widened with pleasure. "Oh this is good. I can't believe you didn't hear...I can't believe I'm the one who gets to tell you!"
"What is it Hitch?" Eren snapped.
"Uh-uh-uh," Hitch scolded. "You don't get your information until I get what I want. Am I clear, Caramel?"
"Crystal."
Hitch clapped her hands together. "Oh we are going to have fun aren't we!"
An hour later Eren found himself still trapped under the lithe woman. They had long since finished their activities, and currently Hitch was straddling Eren's waist, running her fingers over his chest and arms.
"Will you tell me now, mistress?" Eren asked for the fifth time that night.
Hitch pursed her lips coyly. "Have you been a good boy for your mistress?"
Eren nodded weakly, tiring quickly of their game.
"Very well. I suppose you've waited long enough. Rivaille is returning home." Hitch said casually.
"What?" Eren tensed up.
"Mhm, Pixis and he were quite successful in their negotiations, and the war will be over very soon. I even heard that peace treaties are being drafted," Hitch replied.
"And Rivaille...he will be returning to Ackerman Place?" Eren swallowed thickly.
Hitch nodded. "The whole house is busy with preparations for a party Rivaille will be throwing in celebration of the peace treaty."
"Oh." Eren's voice sounded hollow, even in his own ears.
Hitch laughed. "Do you want to go? I could bring you as my date."
Eren shook his head mutely.
Hitch grinned wickedly. "And what if I make Annie give you to me for the evening?"
Panic rose in Eren's chest. "Please...you wouldn't..."
"I might," teased Hitch. "The look on that cocky bastard's face would be priceless...Erwin wouldn't be pleased though..."
"Erwin?"
"Oh yes. He's still there. I go and have tea with him every Wednesday. Perhaps I shall tell him about your lot in life," giggled Hitch.
Eren's eyes widened dangerously. "No."
Hitch shrugged. "Perhaps it's just a passing fancy of mine. But I don't take orders from a slut. Even a very pretty slut such as yourself, Eren. I will do whatever I want when it comes to your fate, and no matter how much you beg or pleasure me it won't change. You are dirt, so far beneath me. Good for nothing but a quick fuck. Understood?"
Eren nodded.
Hitch's cheery smile returned as she unmounted the boy. "Well I better be off. Good to see you again Eren."
Eren left the hotel in more pain than he had entered it. He didn't think things could get worse, but they had...
Outside the front door was Reiner smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, kid," Reiner said stopping Eren.
"What?"
"You're pretty new to this, so you probably don't know, but wear a rubber. For Christ's sake if you keep carrying on like this you'll get a disease." Reiner said.
Eren shoulders slumped. His father had been a doctor, but Grisha Jaeger had never been the sharing type. In fact no one had ever really taught Eren how to protect himself sexually, and here was this giant thug trying to be kind.
"Where's Bertolt? You two seem joined at the hip," Eren said, trying to make friends with somebody in this horrid city.
Reiner gave a sad smile. "Screwing Annie."
"What?" Eren felt like he had been saying that word a lot recently.
"After you and Hitch left, Annie watched us have sex for a bit before she got all hot and bothered herself. She kicked me out here so that she could have some privacy with Bert." Reiner explained heavily.
"How can you stand it? Annie told me that you two were in love, and yet she's sleeping with him?"
"Both of us, actually," Reiner let out a dry laugh.
Eren just stared.
"Bert and I were in danger. The old man who used to run this town found out we were in love and began beating us every night. I tried to take most of the beatings, Bert...he just wouldn't be able to handle it. But it got to the point where my life was at risk. That's when Bertolt made a deal with Annie. He asked for her protection and promised to help her overthrow our old boss. She would only give it as long as we acted as her personal lackeys doing whatever she asked. We owe Annie our lives."
Eren frowned. "How can you bare to share him though?"
Reiner's sad look returned. "I can't. This is hell, but it's a better hell than the one we were living in before."
Eren's shoulders dropped. "God, when did our lives become so fucked up?"
Reiner sighed. "I don't know, Rogue. It's a good question."
"Eren."
"Eren, it is," Reiner nodded.
"Reiner?"
"Yeah?" Reiner let out a puff of smoke.
"Thanks for the advice...about the protection," Eren said.
Reiner shrugged. "Hate to see a kid like you die young. Just get the condoms, okay?"
"Will do. And thanks again." Eren said beginning to leave. "Good night, Reiner."
"'Night, Eren."
My life has gotten so busy! I'm sorry for not updating, as well as if there are any mistakes. (It's late and I'm tired). Anyway next chapter, yay! Leave a review please! Loads of kokoros ~T.W.o.W.