Sorry for the extremely long wait. I just want you guys to know that I will never abandon this story I'm just a huge procrastinator. This chapter was pretty hard to write I kept writing and rewriting it. I'm satisfied with what I ended up with and I hope you guys don't hate me too much. This chapter is in Eren's point of view. Enjoy!
Waking up felt like being dragged out of quick sand. One minute I'm drowning in the thick blankets of muddled dreams, the next I'm trashing around trying to catch my breath. The unfamiliar surroundings only worsen the situation. Instead of the clean smell of Levi's room, I'm hit with the pungent odor of mold and rust. Instead of the gray windowless walls of my previous cell I'm surrounded by red brick and boarded up windows. Instead of Levi entering the room to comfort me, I'm greeted by the man of my nightmares.
His face was the last thing I saw before being thrown into the black abyss that are my nightmares. I remember how closely it resembled Levi. Looking at him now as he entered the room with a thin lipped smirk plastered on his face I can see I was wrong. Besides his pale skin and jet black hair he looks nothing like Levi. His peering eyes are cold and distant as they roam over my body under the bed sheets. His hair was a bit longer and coarse, matching his dark goatee.
"Good morning." He mumbles as he approaches the king sized bed. I don't bother answering already feeling my raw throat protesting. He doesn't seem to mind my silence as he lifts the covers and sits on the edge of the bed.
Being exposed by this man, even if its an inch, floods my body with dread. I remember what happened last time I was naked in front of him. Of coarse I remember, it was a few hours ago and still fresh in my brain and body. The soreness in my lower back and thighs seems to intensify at the memory.
"Oh come on, your not going to get all shy on me now. Are you?" He says in a teasing manner, but I can see the serious implication on his face. Again I give him no verbal response only a small whimper when he moves towards me. My whole body instantly tensing when he moves his right hand under the sheets and rubs at my thigh.
The unnerving touch disgusted and frightened me at the same time. In a petty act of rebellion I pushed his hand away and moved from his reach. I don't know what that would've accomplished, but the consequence was evident from the growl he emitted. Like a predator clawing at its prey he reached out and gripped my ankle. The sheer force he used to yank me towards him also knocked me back into a laying position. All of the pulling and thrashing managed to leave me without the little bit of protection the blanket offered. Now I was left bare under the body weight of an extremely pissed off monster. My arms were splayed above my head, one in each of his. My legs trapped between his thighs. I am completely and utterly vulnerable.
"You're really going to regret that." He hissed hot breath into my ear. "You'll learn your role around here soon enough, but in order for that to happen..." He paused moving my hands together so he can hold them with one hand. His now free hand slithered down my torso and stopped above my crotch. "I'll have to teach you a lesson." He growled as he clutched and squeezed my dick.
He started stroking me, trying to get me hard. I could tell he was already excited by the way his heavy breathing would hit my face. It's hard trying to get aroused when your terrified of the man above you and what he'll do to you. It's even more terrifying when your body completely betrays you and starts sending the wrong signals. The shuddering breaths are from disgust, the groans are from struggling to get free, and the whimpers are from realizing its all hopeless.
Giving up on my half hard dick he reaches under my balls and starts probing my asshole. I can feel my body seize up to tense even further than it already was. Trying to stick his finger in my tight hole is useless and causing me pain.
"You're being a real piece of shit right now." He said removing his hand from my lower body. "Closing yourself off like that. Do you really think it's going to stop me from getting what I want?" He paused for a few seconds as if waiting for my response. A growl of impatience was emitted before his hand strikes down on my cheek. "From here on out I expect you to answer when I talk to you! Got it?" He spat looking down at the tears that spilled from the pain to my face.
"Y-yes..." I manage to say.
"Good, now turn around. I can't even look at you anymore." He sneered.
I didn't want to anger him further so I answered a quick "ok" while I tried moving my sore body around. He glared at me while I winced at a stabbing pain in my lower back. With a roll of his eyes and a menacing snarl he painfully gripped my hips and shoved me around until I was lying on my stomach. I had less than a second to calm my breath before he entered me.
I thought he was going to continue his probing from earlier. I hoped he would have opened me up in order to cause less pain. I was wrong and suffering, but more than anything I was screaming. Not a normal scream one makes while in pain. It was an earsplitting scream that might have even been heard outside the building.
He didn't care that I was in agony. When he heard the screams he seemed to go faster and harder. My screaming only got worse. I guess he couldn't take the sound anymore that he covered my mouth with one hand and held back my arm with the other.
The torture got worse the more he continued. My body was being pulled back by my head and arm. With his hand over my mouth I had trouble breathing through my nose. I was losing an immense amount of air and getting little inside my lungs. My eyes were going black at the edges and my head was aching in a severe migraine. The harder he thrust into me the rougher he pulled back my arm. The throbbing pain shooting through my shoulder intensified the second he hit his climate. There was a sickening snap of bone as I felt searing hot sperm coat my tattered insides.
At the torment going though my whole body I tried screaming around his hand, but to no avail. The only thing I managed to accomplish was push the remaining air in my lungs out. I was drowning in the black covering my eyes. Drowning in the void left in my lungs. Drowning in my own personal hell.
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A harsh pain shooting through my body like lightning was the first thing I felt. I knew I was about to wake up, but I didn't want to. Waking up from one nightmare just to walk right into another. Only this one wasn't in my head. It was real, and my entire body was throbbing at the idea of moving. Actually I don't think I could move if I wanted to. My whole body felt stiff and numb in some parts.
Opening my eyes I could see that I looked like I had been in an accident. From what I could see I had hand shaped bruises on my forearms. My right shoulder wrapped in gauze to my chest and held their by a sling. The rest was covered by the blanket but I knew it wasn't any better. By the looks of my body I had hoped to by in a hospital, yet I was still in the room I had just been assaulted in.
My pulse was pounding against my restrained chest and it only made my breathing more erratic. It didn't take me long to realize that I wasn't getting out of here. I don't know where I am or who that man is. Worst of all, I don't know if I'll ever make it out of here. Being drugged, raped, and beaten. I don't know how long I'll be forced to live like this. All I know is that I don't want to this to go on any longer. I just want to go home and see my family again. See my friends... See Levi.
The only way I'll be able to see them again will be by getting away from here. Getting away from that man. I start reaching for the blanket drapped over my legs. But just moving my arm is causing my whole upper body to seize from the pain. With a deep and detrmined breath I try one more time before I stop for a different reason.
I can hear voices on the other side of the door. Two voices. A woman and the man who's constantly been torturing me. It almost sounds like they're fighting over all the screaming. As they get closer to the door I can hear a bit of their argument.
"How could you do this to him. Seriously Nile, I thought you were better than this." The woman said in a stern voice. I could here her start off another statement before being abruptly cut off.
"Hehe, Hitch I could just take you back to that pimp who had you worse off than what you just saw!" The man screamed. "Your just a whore who happened to know a little bit of first aid. I didn't need to save you from that man." It was the man who had done this to me. Nile, now I could put a name to the face. Knowing that he had a name didn't make me feel any better though.
"Are you kidding me! Your going to kill him at this rate! His body is still trying to process all the drugs you're forcefully injecting and rapping him isn't doing anything to help that!" I heard a step towards the door as she paused. "You think I'm going to wait around and watch him deteriorate from the inside out your wrong. I'm taking him to the hospit-" She was cut off abruptly as I heard the doorknob begin to turn.
"You're here to make sure he's still fuckable." Nile said harshly. "Anything that happens to him is none of your business. Now do your fucking job."
I heard the door open after a few second after that. I quickly feign sleep in case they suspect that I was listening to their argument. I could only hear one set of footsteps enter and the door close behind them. From the mumbling voice I could tell that it was the woman, Hitch. It was a relief knowing Nile wasn't in the room.
She walked up to the bed and chuckled silently. "I know you're not asleep. No one looks that constipates while sleeping."
That little comment had reminded me of Levi and I couldn't help but smile. From my screwed up sense of time I'd say I haven't smiled in weeks.
"Name's Hitch by the way." She said returning the smile and extending her hand towards my left hand.
"Eren." I said taking her hand.
"So how are you feeling?" She asked. "I tried wrapping the bandages as tight as I could without causing you any discomfort."
"I'm a bit sore, but the bandages are fine." I said trying to sit up but was stopped by a shooting pain in my right shoulder.
"Yeah you'll want to keep that shoulder steady for a while. It didn't dislocate, but a tendon was stretched too far to the point of swelling."
"But I heard a pop?" I said confused.
"Oh? It was most likely the bone moving over the air bubbles in the socket Like when you crack your knuckles." She said.
I nodded my head in understanding. With that cleared up I was left with the question of how someone as smart and kind as Hitch could possibly be associated with someone like Nile. From the little bit of the argument I heard outside the door I can tell it's a sensitive subject.
"You want to know why I tolerate Nile, huh?" she said knowingly. At my look of surprise and most likely my 'did you just read my mind' face, she laughed. "It was written all over your face. Don't worry I get that question a lot."
"So, uh, how did you two meet?" I asked relieved that she wasn't upset about the change of subject. I scooted a bit to the side to allow her some room on the bed. She sat down with a grateful smile.
"Well, as I know you heard from before." She started with a smirk. I knew she was referring to me eavesdropping on her and Nile. I blushed at being caught and she continued. "Nile did save me. Originally I was a nurse, but the hospital I worked for was such down. Suddenly being unemployed and homeless I turned to drugs, which led to prostitution for drug money. The guy I worked for, Fritz, he was the king of the drug trade at the time. In short I was his bitch. Nile came around and wanted the drug trade for himself. His gang destroyed Fritz and by doing so released me of all the drug money I owed him. At the time I thought Nile was a hero, that he really cared about the people he saved from King Fritz. It was later on when I started working for him out of gratitude that I learned about the real Nile."
She ended it there and stared off at the corner of the room. Almost ashamed of choosing to stay with Nile. I can't imagine what it would be like to look up to someone only to have them turn out to be a monster.
"Why did you decide to stay?" I asked. "You could have left a long time ago."
"Yeah I could have." She answered looking back at me. "It was people like you that made me stay. The first time Nile brought home a girl she was in worse shape than you are right now. Sh- she died the morning after. I always think back to that moment and wonder that if I had been there for her, would she have made it? Ever since that day whenever Nile brings someone I make sure to check on them after Nile is finished."
"H-have any of them survived?" I asked shocked by what she just told me.
"No. The longest one lasted a month. Boris Feulner, he was my friend before Nile decided to take him as his own. I was planning on helping him escape, but. . ." She wiped away a tear as she stood up from the bed. Hitch placed her hand on my left shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm getting you out of here. I promise." She said determinedly before walking out of the room.
I was left in the dark room once again. Only now my hope of going home had come back to life. My will to fight came rushing back in turbulent waves. After weeks of being no one, I was Eren again.
