(Oh my god, I'm sorry sorry that it took me this long to update...I've just been really uninspired lately even though I've been trying to write longer chapters...
This one is just over 1,000 words though. I'll try harder in the future.)
"Pathetic...you couldn't even manage to keep him tied up? Was it that fucking hard for you?" Levi sharply pulled the rag from Armin's mouth, making him bite his tongue in the process. Was is necessary for him to be so mean?
Armin winced. He hated when Levi got mad at him like this, although he thankfully calmed down after a short while if Armin apologized. "I'm sorry, I was just-"
"-not obeying orders? Yes, I know." Levi held up a hand to silence the blonde, his grey eyes narrowed in a way that made Armin feel uncomfortable. He walked around to the other side of the bed to undo one of the leather restraints on Armin's wrists.
As soon as Armin moved to unbuckle the other, Levi slapped his hand away.
The boy blinked up at Levi. "...I said I was sorry, why are you still mad?" He pursed his lips and kept a steady glare at Levi, mildly confused. What was going on? He told him he was sorry, he shouldn't still be mad. So why did he act like he was?
"Sorry isnt going to slide this time." Levi grabbed a fistful of Armin's soft hair, the bed creaking as he sat down next to him.
Armin felt his stomach drop. "That hurts, let go!" He whined in a childish voice, jerking his head away only to pulled painfully back. "Oww!"
With a roll of his eyes, Levi tightened his grip. "This is mainly my fault, I suppose. I've let you get away with too much..." His expression showed not a single sign of regret for what he was doing. "Thats not happening anymore." Levi's eyes wandered over Armin's disoriented face before he slapped him. His head snapped to side so fast that it took him a moment to even react to the action.
"Ah! W-why did you do-AH! Oww!" He was slapped a second time, his jaw aching from the force of the blow.
And then he was slapped a third time.
And a forth.
And a fifth.
And a sixth.
Armin lost count after that. He started sobbing somewhere around slap four. By slap seven he could taste blood in his mouth. He begged for Levi to stop and began kicking at him to get what he was pleading for, but that only resulted in Levi sitting on his legs until he could no longer feel them.
With each hit he received, Armin swore he felt them grow harder. His cheeks burned and the soft flesh was left an angry scarlet when Levi finally relaxed and let him go.
The blonde went limp against the headboard and sobbed grossly, hiccuping in between cries. Blood spilled from his nose and split lip down his chin, staining his shirt collar an unattractive brown. "W-why did you...I-I said I was..."
"Because," Levi narrowed his eyes. "You're getting the same punishments as everyone else from now on, I shouldn't have been so stupid as to spoil you to begin with. Remember this next time you think of doing something stupid. Now quit your sniveling and go...clean up." He muttered, yanking off the other wrist restraint before he stood and left.
Only Armin didn't go clean up. He brought a shaky hand up to feel his torn lip, recoiling as if he'd touched an open flame. Levi had never struck him before that.
Ever.
In fact, no one had. Since Levi had 'adopted' him, anyone caught being so much as rough with him had received the same or similar treatment as what Armin just had. What baffled him more so was how Levi didn't even seem upset about doing it.
He couldn't help help it when the tears started falling again.
Eren was having way to much fun with this.
It wasn't enough that he had to cut off Jean's finger, no, that little psycho had to bring a knife into the mix.
He'd taken his sweet time cutting up Jean's arm, which stung like hell and splattered blood all over the side of his shirt. He guessed he was lucky that he didn't cut to deeply...
"Are you finished yet?" Jean hissed boldly up at him as set down his knife on the table. It had gotten to the point where his hands and feet had gone numb from lack of circulation, thanks to the restraints that Eren had so kindly tightened.
Eren grinned, chuckling to himself in an unsettling manor. "Not quite yet. Still one more thing I have to do." There was the sound of clanging metal as the brunette rummaged through a cardboard box of tools on the floor. It didn't him very long to choose one of them.
"Don't you fucking dare!" Jean eyed the pliers in Eren's hands as he walked in front of him anyway. They had a good amount of dried blood on them and he was NOT about to become another source for it.
"Huh...but you have such a big mouth...you could need more room in there." Eren held up his hands defensively. "I'm just trying to help out! You should be thanking me!" He leaned forward and forced open his jaw with his left hand, holding the pliers in his right. "Say AHHH!"
Jean immediately made the pointless attempt to close his mouth, so Eren squeezed his fingers painfully against his jaw until he was left with no choice but to keep it open. He wouldn't actually pull out his tooth, would he?
...He would. And he knew that.
Yet, his luck took a turn when the basement door flung open and someone walked inside. "Eren, we have a problem. One of the catches from this morning got loose."
Reluctantly, Eren released Jean's face and tossed the pliers back into the box with a clang that echoed throughout the stone walls. "Why is that my problem? Cant Levi get it? He's best at it anyway."
"Levi's busy. He told me to get you." An asian girl stood a few feet away from them. She was ...really pretty. Like, REALLY pretty. If he wasn't in the predicament he was currently thrown into, he would totally go after her...fuck, now was not the time to think about that!
Eren sighed. "Alright Mikasa, I'll go." He turned to Jean now and patted his cheek. "Stay put, I'll be back soon."
"I'm not going anywhere..."
