I'm sorry for the extremely long wait. But I was in another state over the summer and when I came back I got offered a jobs a papaprofessional for a charter school then after a month had to take over the 1st/2nd grade class. Plus college has been kicking me in the a$$. Anyway here's chapter 11, half way there is mention of drug use, sexual abuse, and forced consent. Could be classified as rape. If you'd like to avoid it I suggest stop reading once you get to Eren's point of view.
LEVI
Eren had left an hour ago with Mikasa and Armin. By the time they got back everything would be ready for the dinner. Right now I was in the middle of discussing the importance of having a mechanic with us in case anything happened to the electronics. Erwin and I were to use a car radio like phone the size of a booze crate. The thing weighed a ton and neither one of us had experience with this new technology.
I was about to ask Marco if he knew how to fix the thing when Connie literally ran into me. "Levi! . . I've been looking . . for you." He gasped trying to catch his breath and speak at the same time.
"What is it?" I asked exasperated by being rammed into.
Taking a deep breath he gathered himself before speaking up again. "Mikasa called a few seconds ago, she's still on the phone." Getting that out of the way his expression suddenly turned bitter. "Something went wrong."
"What do you mean? What happened?" I snapped urgently. My mind was racing, rapidly going over the worse situations I could think of. I looked over at Connie trying to get the information from the look on his face. His solemn frown wasn't exactly helping my train of thought.
"I think you should ask her yourself. I couldn't get much out of her before she demanded to talk to you." He said while leading me over to the closest phone. We walked into Gunther's garage office where he picked up the phone receiver.
"Hey, you still there?. . . Alright, Sasha you can hang up the other line now. . . Yeah he's right hear, hold on." Connie said before handing the phone over to me.
"Levi? Levi, I'm so sorry!" Mikasa's agitated voice came over the phone.
"Mikasa, what's going on?" I spoke in a serious tone.
"Eren's gone. They took him while he was in the changing room." She adjusted her previous tone into a cumbersome one.
THEY TOOK HIM!
THEY HAVE EREN!
I could feel my blood boiling in rage and yet pooling at the pit of my stomach. It felt a thousand times worse than being punch repeatedly in the gut. I didn't know if I should be panicking or not. The only thing I could do was forget about my feelings for him and treat him as one of my gang members. Taking charge of the situation and controlling my emotions was the only way I'm ever getting him back.
"Put the shop on lock-down. I don't want anyone getting in or out. Gather up every employee that was working today and wait for us to get there." I finally said after my little moment of silence.
"I'm on it." She replied, the ever loyal solider, and hung up without another word.
Storming out of the office I noticed Connie was still following me. I turned around seeing his look of concern. "Go tell Erwin what's going on. I'm leaving right now." I ordered while grabbing a pair of keys of Marco's desk and walking towards a car.
Connie's footfalls echoed throughout the garage as he ran towards the staircase. I got into one of the black cars and roared it to life with a quick flick of my wrist. I waisted less than a second before I was already pulling out of the building and racing down the road. I didn't notice the radio had been on until the song was almost over. The melancholy tune wasn't welcome at the moment thus urging me to shut it down.
Finally reaching the main street I realized I never asked which shop they were at, but I didn't have to. It was the bright red of Mikasa's scarf that caught my eye, she was standing beside the door of a tailor shop. The street was surprisingly bare with only a few people walking around, I easily maneuvered my way down the street and parked in front of the shop.
"Is everyone accounted for?" I asked walking up to her.
"Employees and customers." She said nodding. Holding the door open for her we entered without further words.
The inside of the little shop wasn't overrun by people but it did have somewhat of a crowd. There were more customers than employees, all probably questioning their current situation. Further towards the back I could see Armin talking to a tall young man about his age. Catching sight of me, he motioned us over with a wave of his hand.
Once I was within hearing range Armin had introduced the young man as Franz. He was the tailor who had found Eren's changing room empty. With a rough estimation of his time, from leaving Eren in the changing room to returning ten minutes later, I would guess the kidnapper was a good twenty minutes ahead. Twenty minutes could mean anything. That was enough time to hide him anywhere in this city or actually leave New York.
While I was thinking over any possible hiding places or quick escape routes Erwin had entered the building. Hanji and Mike trailing close behind. With everyone here I asked Franz to take us back towards the changing rooms. On our way through the narrow hallway everyone kept to themselves, except for Hanji, who was mumbling some weird crap to herself.
Approaching the changing rooms I noticed every door was closed except for the one closest to the back. It was next to the buildings emergency exit making it fairly easy to leave without being seen. We all gathered around the door taking a look at the mess behind the door.
Hanji shoved her way through Erwin and I, stepping into the small space. She crouched down roaming a critical eye over every minuet detail of the cluttered floor. The little room was a complete disaster. From broken glass scattering one corner of the floor, to a stool missing a leg lying on it's side. By the looks of it Eren put up quite the struggle.
"Got anything Hanji?" I asked a bit impatiently.
"Well from the obvious damage towards the mirror I'd say Eren was facing it when they grabbed him." She replied over her shoulder. "Some of the glass shards have small blotches of blood, he must have cut himself."
We craned our necks trying to see the details Hanji was describing. Mike broke us out of our search when he suddenly spoke. "I smell chloroform, it's strong, more than any usual dose."
"They must have soaked the cloth in it. Eren would have been out cold in seconds." Erwin joined in a bit skeptical. He was no doubt referring to the trashed room. Eren wouldn't have been able to create such a mess if he was unconscious.
"Plenty can happen within seconds." I said in a low tone.
Hanji stood up and turned towards us holding a piece of glass with blood on the tip. "Exactly, so the assailant shoves the drug soaked cloth in his face from behind, Eren panics and beings kicking anything within range, the physical exertion and massive amount of drug knocked him out while he was being dragged out of the room. Now the question is; where did they take him from here?"
Everyone went quiet, contemplating different places they could have taken Eren to. The silence wasn't getting us anywhere and that alone irritated me beyond reason. I turned around shoving the emergency exit open and walking out into the alley way. The filthy asphalt littered with garbage and mud didn't have any clue as to which direction they went.
This was useless. We haven't had any real activity involving the Titans in weeks. It's like they've gone into the shadows, and only appeared to grasp at Eren. Now that they've finally taken him the Titan's vanish like smoke. I have absolutely no lead on them. Where am I going to start?
As I'm walking through the alley way looking at anything that might resemble a clue, the others walk out of the emergency exit. No one says a word, probably still wondering what we'll do. They're all waiting for me to give an order, to give them a start, but I have nothing. The best thing to do is hand this situation over to someone else while I come up with a plan of my own.
"Mikasa." I turn around to find her already awaiting my next words. "I need you to tell Eren's parents about this. They need to know why their son won't be at the dinner tonight."
"But Levi, if I do they'll-"
"Call the cops, I know." I finished for her. "Once the Jeagers find out their son is missing they'll get every cop around the country looking for him. In the meantime we stay out of the way and lay low."
EREN
I don't know where I am, I don't know the time, the day, or what's going on. One thing I do know, this is the longest I've been off the drug. At first they were drugging me constantly. The second I would regain consciousness, they would put me down like a dog. When I woke up in a windowless room, they changed the drug and let me stay conscious for a short amount of time. Then they started putting it in my food.
Today is a whole different story. I haven't been given any food, or been visited by the man in the faceless mask. Even though I've lost all sense of time, what feels like days, I know has only been hours. I've become so dependent on the drugs that my body noticed before I did. It started when I felt my brain slowly burning inside my head. The sweat running down my body felt like glaciers leaving a trail of lava. The worst of it though was more mental than anything. The booming echoes of my own irregular heartbeat thundering in my ears.
I so overwhelmed by the different forms of pain that I almost cried in relief when I heard the lock snap open. The heavy metal door screeched as it opened, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy staring at the white faceless mask in hope. A deep chuckle resounded against the plastic on his face. My eyes widened for that was the first time he ever made a sound.
"How are you doing?" He asked as he closed the door behind him. I couldn't answer him even if I wanted to. My tongue felt like a weight resting in my mouth. Yet, my body managed to push a whimper past my lips.
"Mmh, I'll take that as feeling miserable." His voice seemed to lower a bit. "Would you feel better if I gave you this?" He pulled a needle filled with a clear blue liquid. I didn't care what kind of drug it was, all I knew was that it would take some of the pain away.
Like a puppy begging for attention I crawled towards him whimpering with need. Without a second thought I stretched my arm out. Another low chuckle came from behind the white mask before the needle penetrated my skin and the drug was pumped into me.
I could feel the sweet warmth of the drug race through my veins. It worked quickly, easing my pain the more it spread inside me. I felt so much relief that I leaned against the man's leg. He knelt down and opened his arms for me. Thinking nothing of it I eagerly accepted his embrace. Being isolated for who knows how long, with nothing but drugs, the light hug was everything.
Soon enough my pain was gone and I was at peace in the mans arms. Until I felt a slow burn in the bottom of my stomach. It was starting to get uncomfortable to the point of releasing a moan in protest.
"That was fast. It usually takes longer for the drug to settle." The white mask said as he started rubbing his hands up and down my arms. "Not to worry, it just means we'll have our fun sooner than expected." Then his hands were all over my body leaving a burning trail behind them. The worst of it was that overriding my disgust was an awful pleasure.
I hated the way his hands raked over my arms and legs. I hated the way they snaked under my ruined clothes. I hated the way his mask amplified his heavy breathing. I completely loathed the way my body reacted by clinging to him. I despised myself for letting the whimpers and moans flow from my mouth.
"I was planning to take you to my room before you got like this, but I don't think I could walk that far." He said grabbing my hand and placing it on his crotch. The unmistakable feeling of a full erection rested at the palm of my hand. I was repulsed, but my body surged with arousal as it twitch in my hand. If my body wasn't going to revolt against his action then my expressions would have to.
Using more force than I thought necessary I pulled my hand away from his erection and tried to push him away. The mask turned from my torso towards my face. I mustered up all the outraged odium I felt towards him and displayed it in my eyes. Even going as far as baring my teeth at his silence.
"I can feel your anger vibrating off your body, but I can also feel this." He reached down and cupped my own crotch. The erection he found there surprised me more than anything. In that second my anger vanished and turned to fear. Maybe that's what it was all along and I was only fooling myself.
As he started rubbing his palm against my erection my heart hammered at an incredible pace. Not only from the pleasure of the contact, but also from the rising fear and anxiety. I didn't want this, I never did. Getting kidnapped means being held for ransom and getting a few bruises not this. I want to go back home. I want to see my parents. I want to be safe from harm. I want Levi.
Pushing air from my lungs and straining my vocal cords I tried giving a simple request. "Stop." I was a raspy whimper but he heard it.
"Oh, now why would I do that? If I stopped the drug would burn away at your insides until you have an orgasm. I'm only here to help you." He replied, never removing his hands from my body.
"Stop." I tried again. I don't care if I suffer in a burning heat for hours on end, as long as his hands are off me I'll be fine.
"Alright then." He said releasing me from his embrace. Standing up he headed towards the door, but instead of leaving he leaned against it. "I'll just watch you endure your bodies needs."
He could stand there all he wants eventually the drug will wear off and I'll be done with this tortuous game. My body is just a bit overheated, lying on the cold concrete floor helps ease most of it. I close my eyes and try to think of anything other than my arousal. The problem is that my arousal is influencing my thoughts.
The only way to expel the drugs affects was to orgasm. Would it work if I quickly pleasured myself towards a release? But He's standing right there watching my every move. Or at least I think he is, I can't see his eyes. He'd be watching me as I touch myself. The very though raised my arousal in my stomach. It now felt like a blazing inferno and the concrete wasn't helping.
Soon after I couldn't take it anymore. The drug wasn't wearing off, it was only burning hotter. He was still standing in the same position without having said a word. This was worse than the withdraws I had earlier. I knew it wouldn't work, but my only solution at the moment was to cry. Even my tears felt like fire running down my face.
The fear I felt now was at a horrifying level. What would happen to me if I continued like this? Would it be able to kill me? Will I ever go back to the life I had? All of these questions and more raced through me head. Yet, the most horrifying thought was my willingness to give up. I just wanted to end this.
Lying on the floor and crying I struggled to pull my erection out of my pants. I rubbed the head, spread the precum, and caressed the underside. Nothing was working only making it worse. The sounds of my crying, the sticky noises coming from my hand, and the labored breathing behind me were maddening. I tried to go faster and harder. That only managed to further exhaust my body.
The tears flowed faster as my anguish rose. I felt nauseated at the outcome my next words would bring. I just want this all to be over. "Help. . . Please."
I wasn't frightened by the growl he emitted from his mask. I was frightened by his rapid approach. He instantly started ripping my tattered clothes off. I closed my eyes wishing I was somewhere else. I tried my hardest to stay still as he roamed my naked body with his hands.
When he started stroking my erection I couldn't stop the moan from escaping into the air. When he started pinching and pulling at my sensitive nipples I drew blood from my lip. When I felt him pushing my legs apart I started scratching at the cement floor under me. The second he pushed into me without warning or preparation I ripped my fingernails off as they dug into the cement.
I didn't know I could raise my voice after days without use. Then again, I would rather tear my vocal cords out by screaming than experience this torment. He pounded into my aching body at an unforgiving pace. Grunting as he took his own pleasure and left me with a stabbing pain. I'm not sure how I didn't pass out from the lack of oxygen. Either he was forcing the air from my lungs with his forceful trusts, or I was screaming.
I don't know how it happened, or how long it took, but eventually I orgasmed. Not long after the man in the white mask climaxed. I could feel his searing hot sperm covering my throbbing insides. In a fit of rage after what had just happened I reached up and ripped the mask off his face. Maybe it was my fading consciousness or the drugs in my system but he looked oddly familiar.
A narrow pale face, gray eyes, a close cut beard, and pitch black hair. I closed my eyes feeling as if I was being pulled underwater. The familiar face still pictured through my eyelids. The only other person who resembled them was gone and I was left with this monster. I was left with a cruel man who looked like. . .
"Levi."
