Welcome to chapter three, where I say "fuck it" to the laws of physics.

"You gave up one of my most valuable targets for some girl?"

Of course Erwin Smith wouldn't be happy. If there was one thing that would be the biggest understatement of the century, it would be that Erwin Smith was unhappy. Levi could do nothing but patiently ride it out—hold on long enough for his point to be made.

"I did."

They were in the arena, in the seats with an all-encompassing view of the pits. While Erwin was a patron of the arts, he was an even larger patron of gladiators. Within the walls, entertainment only went so far. The fine arts satisfied the intellect, and the burlesque satisfied the concupiscence—but there was hardly a solution for the deep bloodlust within. Live shows of fights to the death filled that gap, and while the whole concept was rather barbaric, if there was an audience willing to pay, Erwin would be there to collect revenue. It was only a bonus that he enjoyed staying around to watch.

So when Levi suggested taking a trip down to the technically illegal amphitheater, Erwin did not pose much of an objection. While there was no formal schedule for a live showing for the day, Levi was able to throw something together.

"Walk me through the logic that caused you to defy my orders so blatantly."

"There is nothing to walk you through," Levi raised a hand to signal the door masters down in the pits to release the star of the show. "Just watch."

And Mikasa walked into the filthy center of the theater, the newest prima of another genre of performance. Erwin sat upright in the seat, allowing the incredulity to be written all over his face. "You mean to tell me that the girl you took in place of Eren Jaeger is the—"

"The prima ballerina, yes," Levi did not allow Erwin Smith a chance to speak. "Let me introduce you to Mikasa Ackerman. After a little research, I discovered that she is certainly an Oriental—one of the last on record. She's an orphan, claiming a Dr. and Mrs. Jaeger as her adoptive parents."

Erwin Smith said nothing, blue eyes heavy with concentration as he watched the girl alone in the pits, who was awaiting something to happen. Levi continued. "Her value, no matter how you'd measure it, is the equivalent to an entire herd of skillful men. She's a force to be reckoned with, to be honest."

Levi rolled his eyes to one side, observing an awed Erwin Smith in his peripheral. "I do hope you find her to your satisfaction."

He wasn't quick to go along with what Levi had said. Erwin needed proof, proof that Levi was more than happy to provide. "Which man will she be facing? Because even a dancer like her could take down some of these lower-ranked fighters."

"Calling her opponent a human would be incorrect, actually."

Before Erwin could question the underlying meaning of that last part, Levi signaled for the opponent to be released into the arena. The heavy, heavy thuds of footsteps shook the ground, and Erwin's fists tightened. Only one creature could create such erratic, quaking movement. Hardly willing to give a smile, Levi watched as Mikasa finally realized the extent of what she was forced to go up against.

Only a few hours prior, Levi informed her that she would have to prove herself in front of an audience. No one knew—not even she knew—that Levi had a new breed of opponent in mind.

"A titan," Erwin turned to face Levi, eyes wide with surprise or horror or anger. It was a wild card at this point. "Where did you even get a titan inside of the walls?"

"It was borrowed from Major Hanji's experiments," Levi watched as the girl backed against the wall, restraining any visibility of her own fear. "I personally chose the ten-meter class for Miss Ackerman. It was the largest one Hanji had available."

Erwin leaned back into his seat, letting out a grunt that could hardly be translated into anything coherent. "I fail to see the challenge, frankly. With the advancement of titan-slaying technology these days, it's practically foolproof. Anyone could kill a titan with the proper weaponry."

Levi kept his eyes narrow with expectation. He could also taste her fear on his tongue. "Well, then it's too bad that she doesn't have any of that."

Erwin's voice raised with shock. "You mean to tell me that you sent her in there bare-handed?"

"She was stripped of everything except the clothes on her back."

He could feel Erwin's anger physically tickle his skin. It was slightly humorous, actually. "So now we're essentially just executing her and wasting everyone's time?"

"Who said anything about an execution?"

There was nothing left that a conversation would prove, so Levi allowed the girl to speak decibels without saying a word. Mikasa was absconding for the most part, running circles around the titan. In order to stay out of reach, she had to maintain a constant sprint—Levi was amazed that she had the endurance and stamina needed to go at such a speed without stopping. Running was one of the more torturous aspects of his personal workout routine, and after a few minutes of a sprint that was as intense as the girl's, he would have to slow down. But there she was, running and evading in wide circles without wavering in urgency.

To be honest, Levi had no idea how he'd take down a titan with his bare hands. Levi would probably do the same as Mikasa and simply avoid getting in the grip of the monster, but not only would he have more room than the confines of an arena, he would only have to hold out long enough for someone to show up and assist. Mikasa only had flat ground and the encasing walls to work with, and there was no stopping until she killed the titan herself, or died trying.

The moans of the titan shook the entire vicinity, reaching a volume that almost made Levi have to cover his ears. Levi watched Mikasa, noticed how she stopped looking over her shoulder every so often to find the titan. She kept looking ahead, vision stretching forward in almost a straight line. He could tell she had some semblance of an idea, but Levi couldn't even imagine what it would be.

Erwin watched with intensity, veins bulging from the tension. Levi was a bit more relaxed—he knew what this girl was capable of, so he had no choice but to believe that she could to this. But he still felt himself suck in a breath just a little harsher every time Mikasa stumbled over her own feet, or every time the titan's hand just narrowly missed her.

Mikasa would curve alongside the walls, keeping the shape of the circular arena as she ran away. Levi leaned forward in his chair, just barely, when he saw that Mikasa kept running for the wall instead of creating an arc of the circle. Right when she was pressed up against the wall with nowhere else to go, she cut through the gap between the titan's legs, sprinting even faster than before, toward the opposite end of the arena. The titan followed suit, picking up an even stronger pace as well. When Mikasa reached the limits of the pit, she spun around, facing the charging titan. It was as if she knew the exact amount of intelligence this titan had, because she held still as it made no attempt to slow down. She had enough guts to stay in that one place, not even flinching as the titan roared with hunger. She knew this titan was more focused on Mikasa, and not the wall right behind her. Levi saw that she knew, it was almost as if he could feel that she knew.

Levi felt his eyelids widen as Mikasa was lost in the debris from the titan crashing into the wall. She had to be in there—no one heard a girl's final screams for life. Unless she died a silent death, which would have been a shame. Levi was prepared to face the reprimanding from Erwin that would certainly follow her death. A pretty girl lost at the hands of Levi. It didn't bother him too badly—he had been responsible for much more, in circumstances that were much worse.

Then the dust was settling, and a titan laid nearly lifeless against the smashed wall. Levi recognized the lean legs and the small waist silhouetted in the rubble. She was bloody and bruised, but alive. Mikasa was bent over the destroyed crumbles of stone and concrete, using all of her strength to pull something to the surface. Upon closer inspection, Levi figured out that it was a metal beam that acted as the skeleton for the walls. She managed to separate a piece that was roughly the proportions of an average sword, and wasted no time in finding two stones, stacking one on top of the other.

Erwin was engrossed—they both were. But he talked from behind the hands that covered his horrified face. "First she survives that sort of impact, and now what is she doing?"

It really was a struggle trying to find out what Mikasa was doing with her two stones and metal shard. Levi tried to put himself in her mind. He hardly knew a goddamned thing about the girl, but he was able to get an idea of what she had planned. "She's sharpening that metal piece."

Looking up every few moments to check and see if the titan was still limp beside her, Mikasa had nowhere near enough time to sharpen the "sword" into something deadly. To kill a titan required clean incisions to the nape of the neck, and no such task could be accomplished with what Mikasa had created. However, Levi did have to admit that it was better than nothing.

Once the titan arose, slowly but surely, Mikasa was back to running. This time, though, she had her weapon in hand. Levi couldn't predict any actions she would take—he was blindly going along with whatever this girl could come up with.

She was running, and similarly to before, she kept running into a straight line toward the wall. Levi wasn't an expert in the technicalities of physics, so he could not even begin to speculate any sort of explanation to what he was witnessing. Mikasa ran up the length of the wall, using pure acceleration to push herself up the wall as far as possible before gravity would take over, and in a last kick of force, she was jumping into the stomach of the titan. From there, she kicked back over to the wall, but landed at a much higher point. Levi did not now this sort of maneuvering could be possible without the assistance of some form of gear, but she was so fast and did not leave even a millisecond to pause. She maintained that momentum, and kept building on top of it.

When the titan swung its hand around to capture Mikasa, she used the hand as the final platform needed to boost her high enough to reach the head of the titan. She was ten meters in the air, and to fall would lead to dire injury. Mikasa couldn't afford broken ribs and a concussion when it was only herself against a titan. But this didn't seem to be one of the girl's fears, because she pressed on, never looking down. Levi had to resist the urge to turn away as Mikasa struggled for a grip on the hair drooping down from the titan's head. She was mere speck against its face, her entire body had to be the size of the eye alone. But she was holding on with a single arm, and Levi hoped she could keep a firm grip. She was already so close—it would really be unfortunate if she died after she had just made so much progress.

Mikasa was showered in blood as she drove the makeshift sword into the titan's eye. She had to combat the revolting smell and taste of the blood burning her entire body, because even a slip in focus would lead to a weakened grip. The titan whined in agony, and Mikasa kept driving the sword deeper and deeper, trying to get it to feel enough pain.

Levi had been under the impression that titans couldn't even feel pain—according to both Major Hanji's experiments, and his personal experiences with the creatures. He couldn't tell if this was a fateful trait found in this specific titan, or if this could be considered the newest leg in titan discovery. But it hardly mattered to him at this point, because Mikasa's life was at stake. Hands were swatting at her, and it had to have been from sheer luck that the titan kept failing to hit her. But eventually, she got what she needed, and the titan began to topple.

However, it was still not exactly what she needed. The titan was falling face first, and she was dangling right in front of the, well, face. Mikasa extracted the sword, throwing it as far away as she could, and mimicking a child playing on a playground, she used the hair as a sort of money bars, circling the circumference of the titan's head. Once she was on the backside, she held on tightly, riding the titan on its way down to the ground.

The impact of the monster's fall was so great, that even as high up as Erwin and Levi were, they still bounced in their own seats. Erwin rose to his feet once Mikasa was safely on the ground, and without any fatigue to her pace, she rushed to get the sword she had thrown. Levi realized that she planned ahead—had she not thrown it, the sword would have been trapped between the titan's eye and the ground.

She was smart.

"Impossible," Erwin exhaled loudly, more to himself than to anyone. Honestly, Levi had to agree. This young girl was currently defying the impossible. "She's impossible"

Mikasa scaled the neck of the titan, standing right on the nape. With a final wave of strength, she sank the sword into the titan. The cut wasn't clean, since the sword was nothing more than a dull hunk of metal, so it was revolting to see this girl having to literally tear through flesh and blood in order to make one of the required cuts. She was a monster in her own right—and Levi couldn't look away.

A chunk of the titan's neck was lifted out, Mikasa using the same sword as a lever to ease the process. Once she was certain there was enough of the nape cut out, she slid off of the titan, putting as much separation between herself and the body as she could. Levi didn't know what bated breath felt like, so he wasn't sure if that was what this sensation was, but either way, he was hoping it was over. A titan's corpse would dissolve if truly dead, leaving behind nothing but a foul smell and hot steam.

Levi was more focused on the girl, though. He could see her chest heaving, body coated in filthy blood, with some being hers, and most belonging to the titan. That black hair looked damp with sweat, and even though nothing turned Levi off to a woman more than uncleanliness, he was consumed with her. Her clothes were shredded and skin was exposed all over, each rip in the fabric revealing an equally-sized cut or bruise, more than likely both. Mikasa had been broken during this fight, but yet she came out on top. She demonstrated true strength and clever strategy, all with poise that seemed almost rehearsed.

Steam began to rise from the corpse—she had killed a titan with essentially her bare hands.

Erwin Smith was at a stalemate within his own mind. He watched Erwin look down at the sight of the beautiful girl with beautiful skill. Levi wanted to believe that he looked at her with respect, because the idea of Erwin looking at her with something along the lines of lust instead made him shift uncomfortably right there in his seat.

It was all over, and Mikasa had proven herself capable. Levi kept himself collected. "If my two cents were worth anything, I would say she is going to be a much better contribution to your cause than the Eren Jaeger boy."

"How old is she, Levi?"

He knew what that question's purpose served. "Twenty-three years your junior."

"You may be right, Levi. She's good."

Levi wasn't sure what to say—an occurrence that wasn't often. "Jaeger was not exactly okay with Mikasa volunteering in his place. If I know anything about boys with relatively decent skill and an ego to match, then it won't be long before he comes to try and rescue Mikasa Ackerman."

There was a nod, any argument Erwin had for this situation had long dissipated. "I understand your logic. It would be easier for us to capture Eren Jaeger if he came here, rather than Mikasa Ackerman coming to get him."

"Precisely. You'll have both of them eventually, but having her first would yield maximum efficiency."

Erwin placed his hands behind his back, studying the now-empty arena. "So in the meantime, what are we to do with her?"

This was his one chance to claim his territory. If Levi didn't take it now, it'd be lost to Erwin Smith. So in the most authoritative voice, Levi took what would be rightfully his. "In the meantime, you're looking at the newest member of the Levi Squad."

"It'll be nice to have another girl around," Petra tried to remain pleasant, even though Levi knew she wasn't exactly happy with this arrangement. "Even if she did try to set you on fire, Captain."

"It only proves she has the nerve needed to be successful in this world," Levi shrugged off her mildly hostile comment, placing the fresh bedsheets on the single mattress in the otherwise bare room. "Mikasa will make Erwin a lot of money, and that's all that matters."

"I contribute my share, and I'm not exactly a psychotic teenage girl," She helped Levi dress the bed, going as far as fluffing this girl's pillows. "Since when did you personally prepare the rooms of the newest members?"

"Petra, I did the same for you," Levi lied without even thinking about it. He just wanted Petra to not make a big deal out of falling inferior to a girl almost a decade younger than her.

"Captain, I didn't know that you did," She fussed over the wrinkles in the blanket. "Thank you for doing that."

"That was years ago," He took a seat on the freshly-made bed, waiting with his arms firmly crossed. "Don't worry about it."

There wasn't much left to talk about, but Levi knew that the highlights of Petra's week were the conversations she had with her captain, so he let her continue on with the aimless chatter. "What kind of name is Mikasa, anyway?"

"It's Oriental," Mikasa was in the doorway of her new bedroom. She was nonthreatening with her confrontation, but just maybe a little abrasive. "You're Petra, right?"

As the resident sweetheart, Petra was mortified that she was caught talking poorly about the new girl. Even though the jealously fed into an immediate dislike, Petra would always play nice. "I am. It's very nice to meet—" When she tried to offer her hand in a shake, Petra realized how disgusting Mikasa was. "What happened to you, Mikasa? Are you alright?"

Mikasa nodded, looking past Petra and to the man sitting so casually on her new bed. "I had to fight a titan, it's nothing. Everything is okay."

Petra's golden eyes were wide with panic. "There's been a breach?"

"No, no. I had to fight one in some arena," If looks could kill, Levi knew he would have been long dead. "It was a show, really. A sick, twisted show."

Levi noticed how gross Mikasa really did look. She was grimy with sweat and blood caked all over her body, with a smell that didn't leave a good first impression. Petra was frowning. "I've never heard of a fight in the arena that involved an actual titan."

"She killed the titan with her bare hands," Levi spoke up, letting the Oriental girl know that he noticed her feat. "There were few displays of incompetence."

Mikasa made a face that wasn't exactly gracious. "I used some debris as a weapon—it wasn't anything spectacular."

"Still, that really is amazing," Petra's attempts at genuine kindness were strained, but had good intentions. "Just try not to set our boss on fire anymore, okay?"

It was almost as if Mikasa forgot about such a thing ever happening. As if it was every day that she would attempt to kill a man with flames, and she had lost count of which victim was which. But she nodded in compliance, then began to shift uncomfortably. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to bathe and rest."

"Right, of course," Petra looked back to the man on the bed, motioning for him to follow. "Come on, Captain Levi. She deserves her space for the time being."

Levi kept trying to catch Mikasa's eyes. "Actually, Petra, you go on. I'd like to have a private word with my newest squad member."

With a flush that was pretty obvious, she nodded politely and dismissed herself. Mikasa watched her go, and Levi watched Mikasa watch her go.

"What is it that requires an immediate conversation?" Mikasa didn't move whatsoever in her own room. The voice he had thought to be hollow and soft, it filled with bitter venom and a sharp sass. "Because, considering what I had just gone through, I'm sure I earned time to myself."

He was getting such a rise out of her. It was not intentional, but it was a sort of emotion so different from the apathy he'd constantly seen from her. "You're mad that I put you in a ring with a titan."

She looked at him with an expression of rancor. "Is there anything else you would like to discuss?"

"There is," Levi didn't know what overcame him with the obligation to say what he was thinking. This could either go perfectly to plan, or only have a backfire. But he opened his mouth anyway. "You're familiar with Commander Erwin Smith, correct?"

"Isn't he the very handsome blond who sent me all of those lavish gifts?" Her eyes held steady, almost piercing. "I recall that in a note, he said he wanted to get to know me better. I've heard of him, but I've never met him," Her voice was flat, but leading. "I'd like to, though."

Levi felt something sour in his mouth. So Erwin did send those gifts, after all. And she liked them. "He's our boss, the overseer of all within these castle walls. Consider him the ringleader of this whole charade we have going on."

"What charade is this, exactly?"

"We own the crime because there's only control where there's ownership. We keep the order, we guarantee peace," Levi decided to be completely honest. "And there's a lot of money in this business."

Mikasa hardly radiated with excitement. "Classic thugs. Justifying vigilantism to lessen the immorality of making a fortune."

Levi couldn't bear the idea of lying to her. "Welcome to the club, dollface. You're the newest pawn in something much bigger than yourself."

"You have me tingling with excitement," She was cold, already breaking Levi's heart.

It was a good thing Levi didn't have a heart to break. Mikasa was so filthy, revolting in sight and in smell. But she was still the same beauty Levi always saw. "I could have you tingling in more ways than one."

He closed the gap between the two of them. Levi didn't dare to touch, but with the way her breasts teasingly grazed his pectorals, he couldn't keep that restraint for long. She allowed him to trail his fingertips down her side, his nails feeling the rivets of her ribcage. Levi needed a miracle if he had any hope of demonstrating self-control. A physical craving for another human body was mind-consuming, and Mikasa's skin under his touch only emphasized such a notion.

"Tempting," Her whisper was hovering over his lips, a sweet taste with such bitter tone. "But I think I'd like to bathe instead."

Levi boldly pushed her backward into the wall, one hand securing her nape, and the other still appreciating the simplicity of her torso. Her eyes were so dark, so distant. Levi wanted nothing more than to bring that distance just a little bit closer. He could see her emptiness, and he wanted to fill it with every inch of his manhood. "Why don't you let me join you?"

"You're right," She let her own hands test the limits that Levi established, limits that were severely lenient to begin with. "You could scrub me clean, and then we'll use that bed for everything but sleeping."

There was no way in the sincerest depths of hell that this was happening—this was their first official meeting, after all, with every brief previous encounters involving sincere murder attempts. It could not be even a feasible possibility that on the first very attempt of chivalry, this girl was willing to have her hand inside Levi's pants.

But there it was, her hand snug around his dick, tugging and pulling at an agonizingly slow pace. This was really beyond the realm of a fantasy, and yet it was happening. He knew he had a few mental roadblocks to face if he didn't want to cream himself the second something warm and wet of hers touched him, yet he found himself already thrusting his hips in and out of her small hand, the sound of his belt buckle clanking mixing with his own heavy breaths.

The sensation he was faced with below the waist was an entirely separate game from the one he faced up top. Her eyes were shielded with heavy lids, pupils barely peeking out to meet contact with his own. He wanted this girl to see the pleasure on his face, the way his jaw was releasing short and sweet grunts, because this was just a hint at what he'd be giving her. Mikasa's lower lip was pulled by her teeth, pearly whites gnawing on the rosy skin. Levi was a lost man as he watched this girl frown, teeth only sinking deeper and eyes shutting tighter.

He didn't try to return any favors—right now, he would be selfish for a little while. He'd enjoy her hand job, because it didn't matter whether or not there would be more to come. Levi wanted this moment to last, and he wanted this tightness in his lower stomach grow that much hotter.

Then this girl, what a goddess, really sent Levi over the edge. With his precum shining all over her fingers, she used the absolute tip of her tongue to lick herself clean. She wasn't holding any spectacular expression, simply holding those eyes so narrowly, lips pursed into something just short of a smirk.

"I think I'll take that bath now," Mikasa removed herself from underneath her new captain, the man who practically owned her from here on out. "You might want to go finish yourself off, because I'm not going to do it for you."

Levi couldn't even think of a comprehensible response. She did not just do this to him—string him along then shut him out completely. Then she had the audacity to strip for her bath in front of him, remaining in undergarments and leaving nothing else to the imagination. Her creamy skin was littered with scars and cuts and bruises, some older than others, but she was taut with supple muscle, and there was something virginal about the youth of her curves and the delicacy of her bones.

Body halfway inside of the bathroom, she turned to look over her head at Levi. "By the way, do me a favor and pass along a message to Commander Erwin Smith," She hardly allowed any time for Levi to answer. In something just above monotone, in a raspy voice that was so painfully obviously aroused, she spoke with a simple lilt. "Tell him that it'd be my pleasure to have him get to know me better, and I would really like to show my proper thanks for the gifts he gave."

With that, a wooden door separated the two, in more ways than one.

He was seeing red—what a little fucking bitch. Levi managed to get to the privacy of his own room without any issue, and once there was a wooden chair within his reach, he grabbed it in one single motion, finding no satisfaction as it snapped into several pieces when he threw it all the wall. His knuckles were cracking from the punches he was giving to the stone wall. He yelled with frustration—the physical pain of being sexually teased, not the humiliation of rejection—and there were more than enough cracks in his own bathroom door to support this.

As much as he hated to admit it, she really did mortify him, which was a feeling Levi had yet to experience in his entire life. He let her take control, let her witness him as he weakly panted and moaned like an animal. Although he didn't outwardly make a fool of himself, he cringed at the thoughts he had been thinking at the time, the thoughts of what he wanted to do to her, with her, and for her. Not necessarily from the dirtiness, but from the very nominal, very uncharacteristic desire to take the time to explore every inch of her, slowly and thoroughly. The thoughts seemed okay at the time, but when she stopped and gave him a look that didn't even look really malicious in the first place, and she let him know it was Erwin time's she wanted to occupy—he was infuriated.

Levi pictured her frame so tiny against the magnitude of Erwin's. She'd let him do what he wanted, and she'd probably enjoy it. Mikasa would be riding Erwin's cock at some point in the near future, and as soon as Levi realized that, he picked up a fragment of the broken chair, throwing it at the wall with a loud grunt.

Mikasa, a brand new intruder in his little bubble of a world, managed to get under his skin. He was so angry that he allowed himself to display such negligent weakness to her. And maybe, just maybe, he was jealous of the pornographic images of Mikasa and Erwin infecting his mind. He wanted it to be him with her instead, but it'd be a cold day in hell before Levi would admit to those thoughts.

It was day one with Mikasa around, and he already established a desire to ruin this girl—because it was inevitable that she'd eventually ruin him, and Levi wasn't about to let that happen.

Once in control of at least an ounce of his rage, Levi found his own fist inside his pants, his calloused hand trying to replicate what he had felt only moments earlier. Oh god, he still needed Mikasa in here with him. He needed her hands, and her mouth, and he needed to worship her perfect body for what it was worth. Levi began to feel the clutches of desperation. As much as she managed to throw off his indifference, the thought of being inside of her only tempted his patience. He was so close, he wanted to shoot his cum out, imagining it would hit Mikasa's angelic face. She'd taste his release the same way she licked his precum off her own fingers.

A young girl on her knees and soiled with Levi's cum all over her face, really showing who had the control—he wanted it so bad.

Before he could allow for that last snap that separated his insanity from sweet relief, there was a knock at his bedroom door. It was a sweet voice. Not the voice he truly wanted to hear, but it was the voice of a woman with a nice body, a nicer face, and the willingness that Levi really needed at the moment.

"Captain, are you okay? I thought I heard some yelling and banging—"

Without even a fair warning, he pulled Petra inside. Not fond of the intimacy associated with kissing, he meshed his lips with hers anyway. She was tender and kind, and she'd let Levi have all the power. He had the ability to destroy Petra, and he loved it. It wasn't because she was Petra and he had a specific want to hurt her, but because she was a woman who wouldn't turn him away sexually, or set him on fire. She fit the mold of what Levi generically needed at the moment, and he'd take advantage of that.

Levi was willing to kiss her and make love to her slowly, and although his honesty in this affair was questionable, he'd enjoy this beautiful woman for what she was worth. She wasn't Mikasa Ackerman, but it was okay. He found fulfillment, albeit only partial, with the gasps and moans of someone else.

Friendly reminder that sex can be used as a very dangerous weapon.

This is only the beginning of something truly unhealthy.