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CHAPTER 18
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The first thing Eren saw when he awoke was a richly detailed ceiling.
Blankets and silk contacted directly with his skin, making it feel lighter, and with a momentary sense of freedom. Several times he felt a hand pulling and untangling his hair.
The feeling of soft fingers running over his whole body carressing softly until he woke up with a sigh. This has happened before and he had no good memories about that.
It was a different place, a bit brighter. He saw many giant red curtains, some were closed but he managed to have a glimpse of dead branches of a tree outside.
A large fireplace burned scented wood. Chandeliers shaped like little winged and faceless angels were holding fire on each corner of the wall to light the room, the fire roared incessantly in its small hands.
Wherever he looked there were pictures with frames so richly detailed as the paintings. The ceiling was decorated with war scenes, his eyes to focus because it was too high to see. Men with helmets were on beasts roaring, spears and shields, followed by people kneeling as if begging for forgiveness.
His eyes followed to a lake, the cold colors already beginning to fade. On the other side he saw the trickle of blood oozing from the face of a prisoner and a plague doctor, as if he was waiting to take all those condemned to an unknown place.
Stunning forests are hiding faces of fierce animals with their mouths open wide, dripping blood from their sharp teeth.
A large red curtain separated the bottom wall, supported by an arch. Large mirrors give the impression that the place was bigger than he could imagine. Eren saw his face being reflected from different angles. Those set of mirrors and thick curtains around him reminded him of his childhood, his kidnapping by a troupe of mountebanks who arrested along with several other children in a rusty cage.
All because he wanted to see in the mirror and touch the big red curtain,as if waiting for some treasure. He did not remember much of that time, but for a long time he woke up having horrible nightmares, his heart racing as he remembered the blond boy who helped him to escape while the kidnappers were distracted by using his weak body, kissing, touching, causing him to bleed under the legs.
Eren fled, afraid that he might be caught. A fear of dying, and fear that they would do the same thing with him. He slapped his hands on his head and screamed.
He remembered the curtain that was with the the same color of the blood that flowed from the boy's body. The whispers of the men who tried to reach him, the hideous scars of their bruised faces, the wail of evil people, the children crying helplessly while squeezing their hands on the bars looking for a salvation that never came.
Eren had yelled so loudly that his voice failed.
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"You had a bad dream." A familiar voice spoke close to his ear making him shiver involuntarily. A wet tongue slid from his ear to neck, biting lightly at his collarbone, leaving a red mark of sharp teeth.
"Close your eyes and breathe, it's all over now."
'I'm here for you.' Rivaille thought.
"Let me go." Eren tried to scream again but his throat ached. He bit his tongue as nimble hands slid down his body. He felt his chest burn, Rivaille's hands stopped,and realized that he was bleeding.
His nipple was pierced, a pendulum with a chain hung below a gold hoop. Eren felt all the color drain out of his face as he watched this adornment. That was bad.
Eren knew little about the slaves, but that adornment throbbing with pain was enough to make him go into a panic. That was the symbol of a slave, not just a simple farm slave, but a sex slave.
Depending on the type of adornment on the body meant the degree of respect that the master had. The green stone was exclusive for real concubines.
"Does it hurt?" Rivaille asked with a hint of concern in his voice as he licked the trickle of blood running down his chest. He pulled away, Eren looked at him angrily.
"This is not related to pain! I'm marked for the rest of my life!" His voice trembled. "You will sell me to some brothel, won't you? Will you take me from Shiganshina for this?"
"Eren." He touched his face lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. His voice sounded like ghosts in his ear. "Why do you think that I would do that?" He seemed disappointed and it scared him.
"So what does that mean...?" He asked as he touched the jewel slowly, afraid to break it. Rivaille was silent for a few seconds, bewitched by those huge eyes.
"This is a way to show everyone that you are mine." He approached, cupping his face with both hands.
"No man or woman, not even the king may keep you away from me."
"But I also am not a free man." Eren whispered looking ahead. "I don't have anywhere to go. Nobody is waiting for me."
Rivaille pulled a handkerchief that was tied at Eren's neck, kissing the little scar from when he scratched a piece of glass against his neck. Eren pulled the hair on his captors head unconsciously back and saw that a stone of the same material adorned his ear like an earring. The white handkerchief had a small spot of blood on it, that Rivaille kept with him like a valuable asset.
Eren covered his body with a colorful plaid, resembling the tail of a peacock. With a quick movement, blue flower petals scattered on a carpet of animal skin.
He was not in a bed, but lying on the ground under various pads, next to a chair. A book was propped open, it had richly detailed drawings of couples in some awkward positions on a bed.
"Why is a book like this is open so close to me?"
Rivaille extended infront of him, blocking the view of the book and turning into a shadow above his body. He felt ashamed. Rivaille stared at him for a moment, holding both of his hands tightly.
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It was a beautiful sight, he was looking at him with an embarrassed face. The body was thin but showed signs of better nutrition.
A thin finger unconsciously dropped to the pendant with gemstone to Eren's belly, landing on the inner thigh, spreading his legs a bit.
Silent tears formed with the makeup, blurring the face. Rivaille licked his lips in anticipation until all the charm was cut when Eren sobbed.
"I will not hurt you." Eren started shaking.
"You killed the guard just because he opened the door to your lover, and imagine what could happen to me if I displeased you or if you got tired of me." He extended his hand up, and Eren cowered on his own pillow, expecting a slap in his face that never came. Strong arms embraced him lovingly instead.
"Don't kill me. I don't want to wear that mask..."
"Shhh..." Rivaille hugged him tighter "None of that will happen to you."
He was calming down gradually. Rivaille spoke several words in another language he could not understand in his ear, but the cadence of the voice calmed him.
Eren stopped sobbing as his captor alternated between speaking words in a strange tongue and rest his head on his neck.
"Why you were crying in your sleep? Do you remember anything?" Rivaille was the first to break the silence.
Eren sniffled softly. "Yes, I remember."
"Tell me who it was that made you cry and he will be punished." Rivaille said, anger thick in his voice.
"A long time ago... If I tell you the nightmare materializes."
Rivaille snorted. "Those are only legends for ignorant people."
"But I believe them!"
"What happened?" His voice was hard and intimidating.
Eren slowly touched the pendant on his chest and spoke slowly measuring his words.
"I remembered something that happened to me a long time ago."
"How long?" Rivaille asked.
"I was nine."
"And?"
"Some kidnappers, pretended to be acrobats took several children in my district but I managed to escape with a boy's help... those captors caught and arrested him against the rusty bars as I fled. At that time I did not regret anything, just felt relief when they went away and took him in my place..."
"You should not be ashamed of being a survivor." Rivaille coped reassuringly.
"He must have died." Eren started biting his own nails, painted with black.
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A window opened, causing the wind to blow out the torch in the room. A curtain slowly shook unconsciously.
Rivaille was dressed with an overcoat that reached almost to his feet. Gold chains adorned his clothes with various war medals. Above the black glove he had several rings on every finger. He put the two guns and a sword in a diamond-studded belt. He had a hat on his head that more resembled a crown.
Automatically an air of authority reigned in the room. That man, pale as marble with a stern face, and a steady gaze was staring to the younger boy's face.
Eren resisted the urge to bow before him, and does not match the look. His eyes were like liquid silver, piercing his thoughts, digging up all his fears and desires.
"What is your desire?" Rivaille asked lustfully.
"What?" Eren said confused by the question.
"Pleasure? Glory, power, or revenge? I will search those men who did this to you and hang their heads on stakes." He felt the hot breath in his ear.
He cornered him on the wall, causing his head to hit a little bump. The cushions were scattered around, hands slid over the plaid on his legs.
Eren unconsciously pushed his hips forward and stopped when he came to see what he just did.
"If you want pleasure I will give it to you every day, all the time from the time you wake up until you go to sleep. Every breath, every moan will be made because of me." His hands closed on his neck. "If you want revenge and want me to bathe my hands with the blood of yours enemies, give me a name, any description and they will die."
Their mouths almost touched, Eren can feel his breath on his lips.
"Do you prefer to dominate someone? Did that blonde boy satisfy your desires? I will turn him into a slave to please you in every way you imagined even, but in return your body and your loyalty will always be mine."
Their bodies touched. Eren no longer cared about the beating of the window or the torches fading with the wind.
His hand began to sweat and he no longer felt cold. He wanted to run, to scream, but those silver eyes held him like a cornered animal.
"I'll give you pleasure you never even imagined." Rivaille bit the wrist with the scar, which made a trickle of blood run down his wrist. "I'll give you wealth, land, servants, people who will respect you, and you will not be forced to bow to anyone. I'll punish those with death who do not obey. You are entitled to make only a wish and it will be granted by me."
"You want my body? Want to run away? Petra was rude to you, maybe you want her head on the table in place of the black swan." Eren felt his face burn.
"I will request one thing in return." his lips brushed his ear.
"What?" his voice sounded so weak, so pathetic that he regretted even asking something he already knew. Rivaille pointed one of his gloved fingers to his heart.
"That he does not belong to you from now on."
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'He does not belong to me anymore since the day we crossed paths.' Eren thought.
