Well... this fanfic is rated M for a reason... you will read about boys love, torture and non-con in next few chapters.
Rivaille is a cruel guy in my fic... and much feared... his only problem is Eren, Rivaille is madly in love with him (even though he does not realize it).
Beautiful green eyes catch his attention at first sight, guys!
English is not my first language, sorry for any grammar mistakes.
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Shingeki no Kyojin is not mine.
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CHAPTER 5
The bell tolled six times while the lamps were lit at the same time, as if it were part of some kind of exotic exposure, illuminating the place and giving prominence to the center of the square, resembling fireflies in the sky.
The noise covered up the music environment.
A large stage was set in the center, next to a mansion decorated with masked skulls.
Many slaves were lined up with handcuffs, they were divided into three categories.
The strong, muscular were selected for work in the coal mines.
Possible buyers examined their bodies while they let out guttural moans.
People smiled as sadistic torturers pierced them with swords bathed in the blood to the delight of the audience.
A captive died while trying to flee, his body was dismembered, part of body were scattered in the makeshift stage.
There were also among them young boys who panicked. One was forced to lick the blood of the dead man and eat the entrails that were scattered on stage.
A horror show that made the audience move closer.
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Women were separated from their children, exposed elsewhere in the auction.
Even with the dirty body they received leering of potential buyers.
The vendors advertised the slaves as if they were goods, leaving denigrated men touching their naked bodies like animals.
The third division was composed of selected slaves for pleasure.
All were clean - unlike the others - the bodies are covered with gold-dust.
They smiled to catch the attention of some people who could afford them, touching their private parts and kissing in public without even worrying about anything.
"They are smiling 'cause they know they will not die in the mines as they, think about it... it's a better future than death" Jean pointed to a group of men who were taking whippings. A black mark with a symbol appeared on his wrist.
"He is there ... I have personally seen inside the mansion. His price is much more valuable than..."
Rivaille stared at him in silence.
Jean was silent. It was lucky that he was still alive.
Rivaille open space between the crowd as people moved away, all lowered their heads and dare not look into his eyes.
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Jean followed him, his hand shaking just by looking at the man he met moments before, a word or gesture could lead to his death.
As he progressed all lowered their heads and walked away. Women wept silently and sex slaves remained motionless as statues.
"Ri...rivaille?" The vendendor bowed deeply while approached him, always with his head down and looking at the floor... was disrespectful to look a noble at eye level.
"Where is Eren?"
"Pardon, my lord ... my slaves have no name ... you're looking for someone in particular?"
He held the knife with his right hand.
His gaze fell under Jean "Look at me."
Until now he did not believe that this man would be so dangerous to the point of all the city avoid approaching.
Silence reigned between people. One of the slaves made a move and the handcuffs resonated among the crowd.
"It's this pig that made you a camp slave?"
"Yes, it's him."
"You know what to do ... one more thing... if I don't find him alive or if he is not there let me tell you .. I will dismember you alive.
His voice echoed among all, even the captives.
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Jean grabbed his gun and took aim at the head of the man who was kneeling at his feet, begging for forgiveness.
Rivaille walked away without looking back when the shot was fired.
People scattered, screaming as some were attacked.
Bodies began to be dumped in rivers while thieves took advantage of this confusion to steal many masked people. Many of them wore rare jewels in clothes and hats.
"Sir Rivaille?"
The man's brain was shattered, the smell of death plaguing the air.
The band continued playing funeral songs in the background, as if they anticipated what would happen next.
A part of the place was on fire, some people were dying while others shouted, was complete chaos.
Gradually most slaves fled along with the confusion.
He had entered the mansion.
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Many freed slaves bowed before Jean in the same way that citizens made to Rivaille.
He, a mere runaway slave found himself in front of hundreds of people waiting for their orders.
He made a good choice accepting this mission, after all.
