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Proudly you could say, you were doing well by yourself. Life hasn't been the kindest to you. By the age of eighteen you had been kicked out of your home over ten times. To say the relationship between your family was rocky would be an understatement. For a couple years now, you hopped from place to place. 

In the current climate, you were having trouble finding an apartment to live in after losing the one you had for about a year and a job. You had gotten let go from your previous job so you had to break your lease. For the past few months you either slept in your car or spent your day in the university library. Residing in the dorms simply wasn’t an option after your freshman year as your scholarship wouldn’t cover the nearly ten-thousands of dollars it would be. And you weren’t about to send yourself in further into debt. 

You supposed this was expected of going to such a prestigious college town, but your options were limited. Wracking a hand down your face, you were barely paying attention when a voice called your name.

“Y/n! Is that you?” The voice called from the left of you. 

Looking up from where you were about to open the door to a coffee shop you frequented, just to spot a face you hadn’t seen since you were a preteen. 

“Mr. Smith?” 

With his stature he made quick work to close the distance to you. The man had barely changed even after the decade you last saw him. 

He laughed and waved his hand flippantly, “Please, call me Erwin.”

Slightly uncomfortable, you said, “How are you, Erwin?” You never really did the best with small talk. 

The egregious man easily put a hand over your head to fully open the door. “Come, let’s catch up over coffee.”

Already too late to refuse, you walked closely behind and followed his lead. Erwin picked a spot near the window with two wooden chairs. The coffee shop was quaint with a scheme of different clashing furniture. On lucky days you could snag the cushioned recliner. Painted on the circle table in front of you two was a faded sunflower and tiny, white flowers. As he sat down, the rickety chair groaned from his mass. 

Settling in your seat, Erwin was already looking at you, a whimsical expression on his face. “What do you want, I’ll order for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” You bent down to grab your bag, but he raised a hand to stop you.

“I insist.”

Leaving you no room to resist, you replied, “I will just have a hot chocolate.” 

A chuckle left him at what you assumed was because of the childish request. You weren’t privy to coffee and the tea here wasn’t the best. He got up to order your drinks and you fiddled with your phone while waiting for him. 

Tapping your phone against your forehead, you questioned how you got yourself in this situation. There was nothing wrong with Erwin, it’s merely because he was friends with your father. You didn’t want to judge him based on your strained relationship, but you barely remembered Erwin beside brief glimaces. He was a suave man who knew how to command a room. Obviously, with how he got you to join him for coffee without even lifting a finger. It might have more to say about you than him.

“Here’s your drink,” Shooting up from your slouched position, Erwin approached with both cups. His was a ceramic mug with swirling black and white designs. It suited him. Yours was a dainty, pink and ivory china tea cup. Even as the years passed, he saw you as a little girl. 

Going back to his seat, he took a sip of his coffee. “I must say, you have grown. A lot. I almost didn’t recognize you. You really have grown into a beautiful woman.”

Coughing, your face heated up enough to cook an egg on it. “I- uh thanks. You don’t look any different.”

He really didn’t, despite him being in his forties, he surely didn’t look it. Crow’s feet crinkled at his eyes and fine lines imprinted on his forehead and near the corners of his lips, but besides that he didn’t age a bit from your childhood. 

Erwin’s bushy eyebrow quirked up in amusement, “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

Realizing how insulting that can come off, you laughed and explained yourself. “Yes, it was supposed to be a compliment.”

Taking it in stride, he gestured for you to drink your hot chocolate. You blew on it and sipped on the chocolatey beverage, humming, content with the flavor. 

“So what have you been up to? Last time I spoke to your father he said you had left home.”

You rolled your eyes with scoff, “We both know that’s a lie.”

“I’m taking it, he kicked you out again?” 

Even with the decade of not seeing him, he knew your family never really favored you. You weren’t a problem child per se, you just had no qualms of standing up for yourself compared to your jelly-spined siblings. 

“When doesn’t he,” You joked and you were met with a chortle, but his face showed concern. 

“Are you holding up?” 

You hated how the tone shifted to something serious. Playing it off, you smiled, “Besides with my History homework, I think I’m doing just fine.” 

Erwin reached over the table and placed his hand over yours. His palm easily engulfed your hand. Warmth spread from his skin to yours. “If you need help, please don’t be a stranger. And for the homework, why don’t you come over tomorrow and I can help. I am a professor, you know?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude,” You grimaced, unsure of whether or not to accept his help. On one hand, you hadn’t seen him in years. On the other, you really did need assistance. If you failed this class, you’ll lose your scholarship and you couldn't afford that. 

He reached behind himself and pulled his phone from his back pocket. Unlocking it swiftly with his thumb, he pulled out a new contact and nodded his head towards the phone. “Put in your phone number and I will give you my address. Unless you need a ride?”

You shook your head, “No, no. I can get there myself. Thank you so much.”

Plugging your phone number in, you handed the contraption back to him. His thumb flew across the screen and your own phone buzzed against the table. On your lock screen you spied he already gave you an address and to meet him at one PM. 

“Does that work for you?” 

  Smiling up at him, you quipped, “Certainly. See you then.”

Glancing back at his phone, he sighed, “I must go or else I will be late for my next class. If anything comes up, don’t be afraid to message me. Goodbye, Y/n.”

With that, he got up from his seat and briskly walked out of the coffee shop. Through the glass, he had a certain twang to his walk as he approached his fancy, black car. Almost like he was giddy. Once he was out of view, you slammed your head against the table and groaned. Screw you and your inability to say no. At least you were getting a free tutor out of this. 

~*~ 

“Rich fucking bastard,” You muttered under your breath as you pulled up to his home.

His house was old styled with light colored bricks and black framing. The abode strayed from civilization. His neighbors were across the acres of woods surrounding the area. Between the foliage, their lights peeked through, but still distant. 

The driveway was paved and you thanked his income as you had no clue if your car could handle a dirt road. The old model had been with you for years, but it was reaching its end. Parked by his own car and you observed how there was another car by his. The model was a matching hue, but was a medium sized truck instead. You tilted your head in perplexity as to why a professor would need such a vehicle. Especially as you spotted various tools in the bed. 

Wisping away the dwindling thoughts, you tugged your ratty backpack from your passenger seat. As you stepped out, you felt so drab compared to the scenery. Slinging the backpack higher over your shoulder, you walked up and rapped on the door. You debated whether or not to text Erwin you were, but the thought of him escorting you from your car to his porch was humiliating. You were a big girl, you could go up to a door and knock. 

The man who opened the door certainly was not Erwin. He was definitely shorter than him, but the way he crossed his arms, you could tell with how the muscle rippled under the fabric, not to underestimate him. The man’s hair was inky strands parted to the side that fell under his eyes. Silver clashed with your own irises, sharp and analytical. He picked you apart as much as you did him. 

“You must be the brat.” If his words weren’t so belittling you would say his voice was soothing. A deep, dark timbre pleasant to your ears. Likened to how the ocean culls. 

Your face twitched and decided to ignore his taunt, “Where’s Erwin?”

The man’s eyes flashed with something you couldn’t decipher as he opened the door further. Taking that as you cue, you walked further into the home. The interior was just as grandeur as the outside. Muted colors were splattered across the living. Rich people loved their minimalism and you weren’t surprised the home barely had anything of importance in it. There were picture frames of Erwin with other people you didn’t recognize besides the man who directed from the mud room. 

“Take off your shoes,” He instructed, not answering your question. 

Toeing off your sneakers, socked feet welcomed the cool carpet. As you opened your mouth to repeat yourself, Erwin perked up from his recliner in the living room. Thumbing the off button of his phone, he placed it on the cushions and went to greet you. 

“I see you met Levi.”

“You could say that.”

The man you now know named Levi walked off with a grunt into the kitchen. What a charmer. Erwin beckoned you over with his hand like you would a dog. Patting the empty spot on the couch, you walk over and take a seat. Slacking your shoulder, your bag tumbled to your side. 

“Is there anything you would like to drink?” Erwin offered. 

“Just water is fine.”

As the older man went to fetch the beverage, Levi called from the kitchen, “I also have some tea brewing?”

You perked up at that. Levi didn’t give you the impression of someone who liked tea, but the more you think about it, it suited him. He did give off grumpy, old man vibes. 

“What kind?”

Instead of answering, he came out of the kitchen with a tray of two tea cups and a fancy kettle. The metal and china clinked together as he placed it down. A sweet, mild aroma filled the air as he poured both cups half way. You spied the odd way he held the cup around the brim. 

Levi sat on the recliner adjacent to the couch Erwin was once in. Reaching over for your own drink, you sipped it and let out a happy hum at the taste. His eyes flickered with something you couldn’t really decipher. Though, you assumed delight as he adjusted himself closer to the edge of his seat. 

“This is really good! Is this green tea?”

“No, white.” 

Erwin and Levi glanced at each other. You ignored it. The cushion dipped when Erwin sat at a respectful distance from you. You were caged between the two older men. Yet, you weren’t uncomfortable in the least.
“So what are you having trouble with?”

~*~

In the time you had reconnected with Erwin, he had helped you get back on your feet. After what seemed to be the eleventh time coming over his house, you let it slip, you were living out of your car. The shock befallen on the man’s face surprised you. He seemed almost offended you went so long without telling him of your living situation. It wasn’t like you were keeping it a secret from him. The topic simply never came up in conversation. 

Immediately after hearing the news, Erwin brought you into his home office and helped you search for apartments. You refused and explained you couldn’t get one not out of choice, but because you didn’t make enough money or have a credit score. 

“I can help pay for it if that’s the issue,” He said casually.

“That’s asking for way too much.”

Twisting himself to face you in his rolling chair right next to yours, he continued, “If it was too much, I wouldn’t be offering it.”

“Yes, and I’m saying it’s too much,” You emphasized the ‘I’m’ to express how uncomfortable it made you feel.

For the first time in your life, you watched Erwin’s face steel in annoyance. His nostrils heaved out a slight flare and his thick eyebrow ticked. “You’re incredibly stubborn, you know that?”

Smiling, you offered a quick, “Yep!” 

“Since you refuse to let me pay for the apartment, at least let me find you a better job so then that issue is tackled,” He opened a new tab and put in his own bank, “Right now, let’s sign you up for credit card.” 

Unable to refuse the more palpable help, you followed along as he lectured about credit scores. In a couple months, you were able to become an almost fully functional adult, no longer needing to sleep in your car or shower in the school’s gym. Your apartment was quaint and small, and only a ten minute walk from the campus. 

Even though Erwin got you back up on your feet, you still frequently came to him and Levi’s home for school help. And for a more embarrassing reason, those two were your only source of companionship. Having two grown men, one two decades older and the other almost two decades older, be your friends must seem pathetic. Yet, you couldn’t complain when you noticed your favorite food always stocked in the pantry or how Levi let you drink his precious tea. 

Both men had a key to your apartment in case of emergency and also gave you your own copy of a house key for the same reason. In a very long time, you felt safe, warm and protected. 

Despite having a key, you still knocked on the front door. Rocking from heel to toe, you were greeted with Levi instead of Erwin. Very similar to the first time you visited. 

“Erwin is going to be late. Shitty department heads had to hold a meeting,” Levi’s gruff voice explained. 

“That’s fine, just more time for me to bother you.”

The older man clicked his tongue. 

Levi was a tough person to pinpoint. He was grumpy, stoic, cussed like a sailor, but oddly gentle and patient. He could easily read the room and fill in what was left gaping. As much as he put up a cold front, he showed his affections in tiny gestures. He would act annoyed at you or Erwin’s playful behavior, but he never did push either of you away. 

“I’m going to make tea. Don’t make a mess.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not a child. I’m not going to start throwing shit.”

He swung his head around the corner and glowered at you, “Knock off your shitty attitude.”

“Knock off treating me like a baby. Both you and Erwin do it.”

“Because you are a baby,” He went back to the tea and you followed him into the kitchen.

You hopped on the counter next to the stove and started swinging your legs. Levi glanced at you, before going back to the kettle. 

“How am I a baby? I’m literally in my twenties.”

With a gentle hand, he gripped your calf. You stopped in shock. Not once had he ever touched you. His palm engulfed your shin and a shiver went up your spine at the warmth. You attempted to move your leg, but it didn’t budge. Levi clutched onto the appendage further. 

“I don’t remember seeing an adult swing their legs like a kid on a swing.”

You opened your mouth to counter, but shut it once again with a ‘hmph!’ He did have a point. 

He removed himself from you as quickly as he clung on. The shape of his hand lingered. 

“I-I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

Leaping off the counter, you didn’t let Levi answer as you barrelled towards the hall. It was hard to describe the sensation settling in your chest. Sure, the touch was innocent enough, but how he easily held you down with a firm hand was discombobulating. 

As you skittered deeper into the home, you noticed a door slightly ajar. During your stay here, you never really did stray from any other places besides the living room, the bathroom and Erwin’s office. Everything else was a mystery in the large home. 

Curiosity getting the better of you, you slowly approached the door. One foot in front of the other, your hand stayed outstretched. Just as your hand cradled the knob, the door slammed closed. You screeched and jumped. 

A looming presence encompassed your hunched frame. Turning your head, there stood Erwin with an overly pleasant smile on his face. His arm was outstretched where he closed the door with a large, forceful palm. 

“Let’s not overstay our welcome, shall we?” 

You gulped, goosebumps shot all over your skin. The air was sub zero as you trembled. Something shifted out of place and it wasn’t the doorframe. 

~*~

Since the day you almost found out what was in the other room, the men appeared to be on edge. You tested it while both men were preoccupied and said room was now locked. Whatever was in there, they did not want you finding out. This only furthered your curiosity. 

As the days bled more into each other, Erwin became overbearing. Since exam season had arrived once more, you were too busy to visit the luxurious home. What was a couple visits a week, turned into maybe once a week, if that. When you did come over Erwin would hound you about living with him since you said both working and going to school was wearing you down. Of course, you refused. You finally obtained stability and freedom, why would you give that away?

You held your head in your hands, sitting in the chair Erwin bought you for his office. Stress was getting to the both of you. 

“Erwin, for the last time, I am not going to move in here,” You glanced up from your slouched position. 

He grew so much taller from this angle. Like a god sitting on top of his cloud. 

“I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal for me to provide for you. I have more than enough money to go around, it won’t hinder me in any way.”

You sighed, “Yes, I get that. We both get that. But you aren’t seeing my side at all!”

He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, “Please enlighten me.”

You wanted to pull your hair out. This wasn’t something you haven’t told him before. “You are treating me like I am a defenseless child that needs to be coddled. I am thankful for the help since without you I would probably still be living in my car, but that’s not the point. I am stable and I don’t need you to hold my hand anymore.”

“So you admit it; you wouldn’t be a functional adult without me.”

Ire built in your throat and you spat it out, “I would have never accepted it if you were just going to throw it back in my fucking face.”

“Language.”

Your mouth dropped in a disbelieving smile. You launched yourself backward from the chair to assert yourself taller than him. It did very little. 

Pointing your finger in his face, his complexion stayed unamused, “Right there. Stop belittling me. We are two adults having a conversation, treat me as so.”

He emerged from his seat and took back his place as the one with a height advantage. You were easily knocked down a couple pegs.  

“An adult wouldn’t shove fingers in people’s faces,” His tone stern, tittering towards anger. 

“Can you blame me! I get it, you are old enough to be my dad, but I don’t appreciate you acting like you are.”

“I am hardly acting like your father.”

“You’re twisting my words!” 

His nostrils flared, “Watch your tone.”

“Fuck off.” The choice words weren’t probably the smartest, but you were at your limit as he was. 

All you saw were icy blue eyes darken before your face swung to the side and your collapsed into the office desk. Your cheek caught on his paper weight. You fell into the wood with an audible clunk and bang. Clutching on your injured cheek, you glared up at Erwin. 

“Nope,” Was all you said.

Detaching yourself from the wood, you cradled your face as you stumbled out of the office into the hallway.

“Y/n, wait!” Erwin called from behind, but you only shuffled faster.

Blood stabbed your tongue. You licked your bottom lip. The force had cut the skin as well. 

“At least let me clean the wound,” He begged.

Now in the living room, Levi poked his head out from where he was sitting on the couch. His eyes caught the tears bubbling over and how you cradled your face.

“The wound?” Levi’s focus was now on a stressed Erwin trying to hover over you. “What the fuck happened?”

Erwin tried to answer, but you beat him to it, “He hit me and I’m leaving.”

At that, he shot up from the couch and rounded the side, “Whoa, whoa, slow down. What did you do?”

“I-I don’t know,” Erwin was in a daze. 

Levi walked over to you and tried to pry your hand from your swelling cheek, but you shook your head away from his grasp. 

“I’m leaving,” You repeated and shoved past him.

Before he could even get a word out, you slammed the door closed and ran to your car. Shakely grasping your keys, you unlocked your door and slumped into the seat. You slammed your hands against the wheel and screeched. Tears streamed down, irritating the wound. 

Roughly wiping away the salty water, you buckled yourself up and put the car into drive. As you rounded the driveway, you swore to yourself to be smarter next time. Depending on others was a debt you couldn’t afford. 

~*~

You wanted to claw your skin off, screech, throw shit—anything to release the pent up wrath inside your gut. It had been weeks since you promised yourself you would never come back to Erwin and Levi’s household, and yet, here you were. During the time you eradicated yourself from their lives, Erwin had blown up your phone with varying types of messages. They stemmed from pleading to him demanding you answer him. Levi only offered one message the whole time.

“Make sure to keep the wound clean.”

The gesture was sweet, but in the moment, it felt infantilizing. You knew how to take care of a tiny cut. After the fiftieth call, you blocked Erwin’s number. 

Radio silence met you for a couple days until you realized you couldn’t access your bank account. Then you got a call that you were fired from work. Next was the message you got from your landlord that you have an eviction notice despite paying rent on time. The last straw was when you tried to call your landlord back only to be told your phone had been shut off. 

“Idiot. You’re a fucking idiot,” You muttered to yourself. You had trusted Erwin way too much with your finances and now you were stranded. You barely even had enough gas in your tank to get you out of exact proximity to their house if shit went down. 

Slamming the door closed, you marched your way over to the entrance and banged on it as hard as you could. As if expecting you, Levi opened the door. His face was a lot more haggard than the last time you saw him. His under eyes were darker, the purplish hue sunk deep into the skin. 

“Where the fuck is he?”

Levi merely sighed and sidestepped to let you go on your rampage. There, sitting in the living room, Erwin had his ankle resting on his knee. Carefree as ever. 

“Care to tell me why the fuck I can’t get access to my bank account or my landlord won’t let me into my own goddamn apartment!” Your voice bellowed and sunk into the walls.

Erwin’s expression of cold steel did not waver in your anger. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I’m not here to play fucking games, Asshat,” You sneered. Whatever patience and timidness you had when first meeting him dissipated. You wanted your life back. 

“Watch it,” Erwin ordered. He arose from his seat, taking the high ground once more. From behind you, Levi made himself comfortable against the wall with arms crossed. 

“Now is not the time! I don’t know what you’re trying to do but I need money and my apartment to live, Erwin.”

“I can take care of you.” Like a broken record, he refused to see reason.

You clutched your head in frustration. Nails dug into your scalp as you fight off the tears threatening to keel over. “Listen to me,” You begged. 

“I have been listening and I don’t see why you would rather suffer than let me give you a life of comfort.”

You closed your eyes and moved your hands to dig your heels into the sockets. Letting out a shaking exhale, you said, “I am not going to throw my life away to be forced into a home where I am nothing better than a dog. A comfortable dog, but one nonetheless.”

“It wouldn’t be forever, just until you’re done with school,” Erwin tried to negotiate but you saw through it. 

“And then it will be until I’m done with grad school, then pushed further until I find a job that suits my degree, and then it's until the income is high enough for your standards. You will never be satisfied.”

Erwin’s jaw ticked. There’s nothing to be said as you laid out in front of him exactly what he planned to do. He only wanted to give you the world and you wanted nothing of it. 

“See! You can’t even deny it,” You laughed out loud, in hysterics. 

“You’re acting like I’m shackling you to the basement. All I’m asking is that you live here with me—us—so you can finish your schooling worry free.”

“A decorated cage is still a cage.” 

“Listen here,” He began as he approached with thunderous steps. 

You stumbled backwards before solidifying your footing. You weren’t going to allow him to intimidate you. 

“No, you listen here. I am done with you. If I have to, I will live in my car again. I am leaving.”

As Erwin comprehended your threat wasn’t empty, he glanced at Levi who stayed silent the whole time. Similar to a panther on the prowl, waiting. He kicked off the wall and sauntered over to your form.

Attempting to spin around to run out the house, Levi slung an arm across your neck and dug his forearm into your throat. He squeezed as you scrambled to slide your fingers in between your neck and the muscle. Your fingernails were no match for his ropey tendons.

Obviously you struggled, but it's nothing against the burly man. Even with his stature, he was stronger than Erwin. With his free hand he tugged a syringe from his pocket. He bit off the cap with his teeth and spat it out off into the room. The sharp prick hit the fragile skin of your flesh. Something was depleted into your veins. Your lips tingled as the oxygen left your lungs and the room spun round and round. Nausea crept in as your eyes crossed.

“See you soon, Pet.”

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An overwhelming urge to vomit awoke you. Pain shot from behind your eyes and encompassed your head. Pressure built up like someone was crushing your skull between their palms. Clenching your eyes, you attempted to blink the hurt away. Light streamed in from the blinds, tinted pink from the curtains. 

Your brows furrowed as you tried to whisk away the blurriness clouding your vision. As the kaleidoscope room morphed into one, you were more perplexed. You were placed on the floor that was a soft carpet under your fingers. The appendages went to dig your nails into the wool only to be met with resistance.

You couldn’t move.

Not even an inch. You were completely paralyzed besides your eyes. Tears clouded your vision more as panic built up in your chest. With every bit of will power, you forced your mouth open to scream, but a mere squeak came out. Breathing heavily, your eyes bounced around what you could. The more your brain cleared, the more you realized, you had no clue where you were. 

The room was that of a little girl’s. Wallpaper decorated with butterflies ranging the rainbow with a light pink background spanned the whole room. There was a bureau—a light colored wood—with trinkets of fairies and bunnies on top of it. You gained a little more mobility in your neck to turn deeper in the room to see a crate built for a great dane with a bed inside along with a multitude of stuffed animals. A blushing canopy hung over the crate along with twinkling fairy lights. 

Peering upwards, you see an open closet filled with frilly clothes of whites, pinks, purples and baby blues. The most jarring part was the leashes and collars lining the inside of the door. As you gained a little more mobility and feeling, you realized you weren’t in the same clothes as before. Down to the underwear and lack of a bra. A sob broke out from your chest. 

Attempting to still your breathing, you shakingly inhale and exhale to gain some clarity. Closing your eyes, you focused on your whole body. Envisioning your own nervous system, you willed at least your fingers to move. Nostrils flared, you were able to get your toes to wiggle with great concentration. The headache was worsening.  

A door creaking open pulled you away from your stupor. Instinctively, you turned your head towards the door to see the very door Erwin kept you from. Within the frame stood Levi. From your place on the ground, the man towered over you, peering down at you from his nose. 

Fear clutched and squeezed your esophagus as you attempted to wiggle away. You barely moved a centimeter as Levi gracefully walked to you. Unable to look away, you kept eye contact as he crouched down, hovering over you. A whimper crept up your throat.

He tilted his head at your pathetic form, drinking it up. Levi brought a hand to your face to clutch your cheeks, squishing them in between his calloused finger pads. He turned your face left to right, inspecting it. 

“The toxin should wear off in a couple hours.”

You could only whine in response, not able to move your jaw up and down just yet. The way he was clutching your mandible was no help either. 

Delirious and terrified, what happened before you passed out came rushing back tenfold. Your eyes scanned the room again for a hint of where your old clothes were in hopes to find your phone. As if reading your mind, Levi drops your face to reach into his back pocket. You flinch considering last time he reached behind him, he jabbed you in the neck with a syringe. 

In his hand was your phone. Your fingers twitched, begging to snatch it from his grip. He dangled it in front of your face, taunting you.
“Looking for this?”

You softly nod your head, eyebrows pinched. His hands grip both ends and snap it in half like flimsy wood. The audible crack haunted your ears. Tiny glass shards crumbled into the carpet while Levi dropped the broken phone. Your chances of escaping were depleting rapidly. 

He goes to stroke your hair as you sobbed, scared of what was going to happen to you. Were they going to kill you? 

“Don’t worry your daddy will be home soon.”

The words offered no solace and only confused you more. You prayed he didn’t mean Erwin. Your chest heaved more as you grew more hysterical. This can’t be happening. You wanted to go home.

“Hey brat, you need to calm down,” His words were cold and apathetic.

You only cried more as your fingers dug into the rug and your feet barely kicked. You needed to get up. You had to run, escape, scream, do something. If you didn’t, they were going to kill you and no one would find your body. No one would care anyway. You would be just another missing person case filed away in a cold, metal cabinet serving as your casket. 

At this point, you were hyperventilating. Your body had gone into full blown panic mode and even Levi lightly slapping your face did little to pull you out. You didn’t want to die. There was so much more you wanted to do in life. 

You choked on your own tears as warm liquid spilled from your crotch and pooled around your bum. How pathetic were you to piss yourself out of fear? Your body begged to curl into the fetal position and wallow in self pity, but whatever Levi injected you with wouldn’t leave for a while. 

“What is going on?” A new voice sliced through your cries. 

Erwin stepped into the room along with Levi. The short man’s knees cracked as he nimbly stood back at his full height. Both men swallowed you whole as you laid in your own filth. 

“She started to lose her shit.”

He nodded and his blue eyes spied the darkened spot on your skirt and on the carpet. “This is the exact reason I said to lay down the puppy pads,” Erwin scolded Levi.

Puppy pads?

“I didn’t know she was going to piss herself like a shitty toddler.”

Levi really did know how to rub salt further into the wound. You were embarrassed enough as is, his degrading words offered no solace. The smell of ammonia permeated in the air.

“I will take her to get cleaned up, I can tell you’re already itching to bleach the carpet.”

Levi clicked his tongue at that, but didn’t refute his command. As Levi walked out the room to get his supplies, Erwin crouched down beside you. Gently, he tucked one arm under your back and the other under your knees. He pulled your weight up with ease. 

With you cradled close to his chest, he walked out the door and down a familiar hallway. You attempted to struggle, but he squeezed you tighter. Your breath got caught in your throat from his rope-like arms. The drugs were heavy in your system so all you could really do was lightly kick your feet. Even that had you out of breath. At the far end, on the right, Erwin nudged the door with his toe and went through to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter.

The lights above you hissed and hummed while they stung your eyes. In the other room, it was illuminated by a soft, orangey glow while the ones in the bathroom were a harsh almost blue tinge. From the hallway, the smell of bleach wafting in made your nose crinkle. Levi wasted no time. 

Seeing your pinched face, Erwin departed from you and closed the door, locking it as well. Panic built up again. The older man filled up the room, swallowing you whole. There wasn’t much you could do as you had to be leaned up against the wall like a doll. Lifeless and frail. The most strength was in your legs, you could feel how the muscle begged to move. 

Like a magnet, his body gravitated towards yours once more. Lacking any politeness, Erwin started immediately stripping you. His fingers hooked around the babydoll dress you were forced into while sleeping. Latched onto the hem he tugged it up until it reached under your armpits. 

“S-stop,” You gained your voice. It was meant to be a scream, but what came out was a pathetic whimper. 

He ignored you as he gripped your arm to slide it out one sleeve and the same with the other. His hand went to the middle of your shoulder blades to sit you up for a moment to pull the clothing over your head. Neatly he folded the dress back up and set it on the other counter next to the sink. Oh how your arms screamed to hide your exposed breasts. 

“Don’t t-touch me,” The command was futile, but you refused to let him think you were going to take this lying down. 

The man let out a dismissive hum and moved to the bathtub, twisting the knobs. His hand went under the water to find the perfect temperature. Satisfied, he plugged the drain up. Erwin went into the cabinet parallel to you and grabbed a clear, honey-tinted bottle. It was baby soap. What he grabbed was soap made for infants. Your fists balled up. Despair filled you like how the water morphed into the shape of the tub.

What the fuck is going on?

Squirting some of the liquid soap into the tub, you watched as the bubbles boiled up. A soft, clean scent encompassed the room. The smell filled your head of childhood memories long forgotten of sharing baths with your cousins. If you thought hard enough the smell of washable crayons would soon follow. But you weren’t in the safety of your aunt’s home, you were locked in a house with two men with strange, perplexing intentions. 

He put the bottle back and turned to you. Trembling, you knew what was about to happen. Erwin slotted himself between your parted legs. A little more bold, he placed his large palms on your knees. Your thighs quivered as his fingers danced up the skin towards your last bit of protection. 

You could do it, Your tendons told you, Don’t let this fucker think you’re weak.

Just as his fingers wrapped around the band of your underwear, you reared your knee back and shot the heel of your foot straight into his nose. 

“Fuck!” He grunted as blood poured out.

Some of the red splashed onto your shin and onto the white tiles. Your shoulders bounced as you laughed at his misery. The toxin heavy in your system was making you delirious. 

Erwin clutched his nose as he shoved a finger in your face, "We don't do that."

His condescending tone tempted you to kick him again. He muttered under his breath as he went into the cabinet to grab a hand towel to wipe off the blood. Unfortunately, you didn’t break his nose and the blood stopped after the initial blow. Throwing the towel down onto the counter, he tugged your underwear off with fervor. Barely contained aggressiveness caused his forearms to quake. 

"You're lucky I don't call Levi in. He won't be as tolerant as me."

He picked you back up and you attempted to wiggle, but the kick had left you limp. Erwin shoved you into the bathtub, the warm water embracing you. Despite the exhaustion gripping your bones, you go to hit him in the face again. More sluggish and Erwin expecting it this time, he gripped your ankle and tugged. 

You yelped as your body slid down and collapsed into the bubbly solution. Water squirmed into whatever orifice it could. Choking on the soapy liquid, you panicked as it shot up into your nose and lungs. Your arms were no better than cooked noodles so there was no way to pull yourself back up. You were drowning. 

Erwin gripped your upper arm and hauled you out of the water. You sputtered as you came back up. Coughing roughly, you threw back up all the liquid flooding your system. Your eyes stung and were bloodshot. As you hiccuped, you glared up at Erwin from under your furrowed brow. 

He clutched your cheeks and leaned himself over the rim, “Don’t make this anymore unpleasant for the both of us.”

Knowing it was a losing battle, you nodded your head. You couldn’t fight anymore, not until the drugs wore off. You had to be smart about this.

Erwin petted your wet hair and maneuvered your body into a more comfortable position. He took a washcloth and dipped into the soapy water and started to clean you. His movements were purely clinical and didn’t linger anywhere unwanted. Your teeth almost cracked from your tensed jaw as he dragged the cloth across your inner thighs and your pussy.  

The knob jiggled open. From the doorway, Levi made his way into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. In his hand was a key he shoved deep in his pockets. Your eyes drank up the information, filing it away for later. 

Erwin turned to Levi and the shorter man’s permanent scowl deepened. His light feet crossed over to his friend and bent down to examine the darkening bruise on his nose. 

“What happened,” It was meant to be a question, but he phrased it like a statement. 

Erwin shook him off. Levi was having none of it and gripped his face. His grey eyes pierced into Erwin’s, likened to how a stormy sky meets a calm sea. 

“We had an accident. Don’t be too concerned over it.”

Levi sent one last glare at him, nodded his head and extracted himself from the taller man. You drank up the whole interaction, nitpicking their whole relationship and how to abuse it for later. Back to his full height, Levi looked at your limp form. Luckily, besides your collarbones, everything was shielded by the extensive bubbles. 

“How is she holding up?”

Erwin’s shoulders tensed a little before relaxing and going back to stroking the cloth over your skin. He was scrubbing the same spot on your thigh over and over again. If he kept going, the skin would be rubbed raw. 

“I haven’t said anything yet.”

You despised how they talked like you weren’t in the room with them. Erwin gripped your right arm and lifted it out of the water to now clean that area. You shivered as you were exposed more to the cold air. 

Levi sighed, agitated. “Well you better because if I do she might just piss herself again.”

“Fuck you,” You seethed.

Erwin shushed you, “The adults are talking.” 

“Are you fucking-” Levi stomped over to the rim of the bathtub and shoved his fingers deep into your mouth. You choked on the makeshift gag, your esophagus spasming around the appendages. 

“Watch your tone.”

Your feet weakly kicked as you continuously swallowed around his fingers. You were tempted to bite down, but how Levi glared down at you, you kept your teeth to yourself. 

“Am I understood?” Whines tickled your throat as you stared up at him with teary eyes. He shoved his fingers deeper. “I said, am I understood?”

You rapidly nodded your head as much as you could and tumbled out, “Yeth, Thevi.” 

He ripped his fingers away and rubbed your spit on your face. “Filthy brat.” 

“There is no need to be so rough.”

“Apparently I do. Come, you can explain to her over dinner.” And with that, Levi walked out the bathroom, leaving you alone with Erwin once more. 

How was it dinner time already? What time is it? How long had you been knocked out for? The questions swirled and swarmed your head. 

Heeding Levi’s words, Erwin switched the flip to drain the bath. You watched as the tiny hole swallowed the water along with the bubbles, sucking it up with an audible, clanky slurp. The tall man came back with lilac hued towels splattered with woven butterflies. He helped you up once more and patted you down dry. Next came a pair of pajamas, a silky pink. The panties were a soft cotton with a white bow in the center. It angered you how cute they were. He slid them up and patted your hips when the band rested comfortably. 

Efficiently dressed, Erwin picked you up but this time like how you would a child. He rested your weight on his hip and a firm forearm under your bum. His other hand cradled the back of your neck so your head sat on his shoulder. You put no effort into helping him carry you, having your arms hang by your sides.

Erwin carried you out of the bathroom and down the hall until you reached where the living room was. Turning right, he went into the dining room adjacent to the kitchen. You noticed there was a metal plate on the floor that wasn’t there last time. Welded into the sleek steel was a small arch. The plate sat under the kitchen table. A bad, foreboding feeling sat in your stomach. 

At the kitchen table were three plates of food, but only two chairs. Levi was already situated at the head of the table, waiting for the both of you. Your laptop also sat on the table. Erwin walked to his chair to the right of Levi with you in tow. 

No wonder there was no third chair as Erwin sat you on his lap. He twisted your body so your back leaned against his chest. Oh, how you wanted to struggle, but decided against it as your butt was mere centimeters from his crotch. 

You stared at the delicious smelling food in front of you. Was there anything Levi wasn’t good at? 

“Eat,” Levi commanded before taking a bite of his own.

“I’m not a dog,” You snided.

“Could have fooled me with all your shitty yapping. Eat.”

You looked down in shame. You had barely gained any mobility in your arms. Sure you could flex your fingers, but you had no idea if you could bring the fork to your mouth. 

Sensing your troubled thoughts, Erwin turned you so you sat sideways. He took your fork, dipped into the food and brought it to your lips.

“Open.”

Already learning your lesson from Levi shoving his fingers down your throat, you clamped your mouth shut and glowered at him. 

Fatigued from your constant refusal, Erwin raked his fingers through your hair and yanked backwards. Stinging pain coursed through your taunt follicles as he shoved the fork into your mouth. He placed the fork back down and slapped his palm over your mouth. His whole hand encased your lower face. Unable to spit the food out or bite him, you chewed and swallowed. 

“Good girl,” He cooed. 

You were going to vomit, hopefully on him. 

Levi was a spectator to how Erwin repeated the process over and over until you were done with your food. His own plate was left untouched. The tall man took joy in babying you. 

Erwin grabbed a napkin and wiped away the nonexistent traces of you eating from your face. He was delicate like he was handling a porcelain doll. The way his eyes never strayed had your back tingle. His stare was almost uncanny. Deep, deep blue threatened to gobble you whole. 

“You’re going to drop out,” Levi cut in. 

“What? No.”

“I don’t remember asking,” He grabbed the laptop forgotten in the middle of the table. His nimble fingers rubbed against the mousepad. The laptop illuminated his face with a soft white. He clicked a few buttons and then turned it back around to you. Displayed on the screen was the form to dropout. 

“People will grow suspicious if I randomly drop out,” You tried to reason.

“We already know you are barely passing all your classes. No one would care or think twice.”

Your eyes caught onto the weather app at the bottom of the screen. The laptop was tracing the location, it must be. 

“They will be able to find me.”

“With the laptop? We already have that sorted, don’t get your hopes up.”

A tight ache settled in your chest. You were so confused why they were doing this to you. The life Erwin helped you build back up he was tearing right from under you.

“Why?” You begged. 

Erwin shifted you higher on his lap, cradling you as you started to cry again. “Because you can’t take care of yourself.”

“That’s not true.”

“Hush, Daddy will take care of everything.”

Cold washed over you. What did he just say?

“Erwin,” Levi bit, exasperation on his face.

“She was going to figure it out sooner or later.”

Anger started to swell in the air. Panic built further in your ribcage as you were left even more confused. Why did Erwin call himself such a crude name? 

“That’s enough for tonight. Finish the form and we can head to bed.”

Levi got up from his seat and walked over to you. This time he was the one to lift you. He showed no signs of struggle as he left Erwin to fill out the paperwork. When he walked back to the bathroom, alarm bells rang in your head. You refused to be put in such a vulnerable position again. 

“No.”

“Quiet.”

The door was left open from before and he set you down on the counter. He opened the cabinet mirror and pulled out a new tube of toothpaste. It was strawberry flavored with childish, cartoon berries decorating the aluminum. Plastic clinked against porcelain as he took a pink toothbrush from the stand with two other ones. One was green and the other blue. 

Levi squirted the paste onto the bristles and ran it under the water for a couple seconds. He tapped the brush against the sink. His hand tugged your legs apart and made a home between them. Cupping your jaw, he brought the toothbrush up.

“Open.”

A very, very stupid thought crossed your mind. What if you bit him hard enough to draw blood? He would have to visit a doctor if you did otherwise he could get sick from an infection. How would he explain an adult human bite without raising suspicions? He couldn’t. 

Open your mouth you did. As he brought the brush to scrub your teeth, you tilted your head and latched onto the meat of his hand. On the side of his hand where his pinky is, you bit down so hard your teeth scraped against bone. 

“Shit!” He grunted out. 

He was able to rip his hand from your grasp and hit your face so hard you collapsed hard into the sink. 

“You fucking bitch,” Levi seethed as he shook out his hand.

You smiled up at him with bloody teeth, “You should get that checked out by a professional. I heard human bites are worse than a dog's if left unchecked."

“You’re fucking done for, Mutt.”

With his uninjured hand he ripped you from the counter and clamped down on the back of your shirt. Your legs still like jelly so you had to half crawl to keep up with his pace. He dragged you back to the bedroom by the collar like a misbehaving puppy. 

By now, Erwin had heard the commotion. His heavy steps marched over. Levi threw you into the room you first awoke in. He muttered under his breath as he ripped different restraints from the closet. Blood ran down his forearm and onto the carpet. 

“What is going on?” Erwin’s voice thundered.

“Your little princess bit me.”

Erwin turned his attention to you, sat in the middle of the room, red coated your chin and lips. You smiled up at him, too, no remorse in your stance. Your posture screamed you weren’t going to make this easy for them.

Metal clicking together brought your attention to Levi who came over with various black leather restraints. He also had a pink bone gag. 

“Hold her mouth open. I don’t want to be bit, again,” Levi scowled.

Erwin walked to stand behind you. His hand cupped your forehead and slammed your skull into his upper thigh. His other hand pinched your cheeks so hard you had to unhinge your jaw. Levi shoved the gag into your mouth and you sputtered at the taste of oddly sweet plastic on your tongue. 

The shorter man’s crotch was right in your view as he went around to secure the belt loops. If Erwin wasn’t holding you down, you would have headbutted him. Your jaw creaked at being forced open. 

Levi stood back up. Erwin let go of you, but your freedom didn’t last long. A foot shoved your head down until your forehead hit the carpet. You grunted as said foot stood on your temple as you twisted your head to a more comfortable position. 

“You don’t get to complain,” Levi was furious. 

“Levi, I can handle it from here. You should get that checked out.”

There was a long pause. “Fine, just throw her in the crate. I will deal with her later.” 

“I got her handled.”

Levi clicked his tongue and let up on the pressure on your head. You collapsed further into the ground in relief. You listened as his socked feet pattered away until it was just you and Erwin. 

Erwin showed no mercy as he gripped you by the hair and forced you up. He tugged you to the crate you saw earlier. Despite the stuffed animals and pink covers, you were left unsettled by the daunting cage. You were tossed in with little care. Luckily you landed on the plushies and not the metal bars. He slammed the door closed and locked it. The same key from earlier was in his fingers. Were there multiple copies?

“I don’t want to be mean, but if you want to act like a dog then you will be treated like one.”

“You are past the point of mean, Erwin,” You glared between the bars. The words were muffled, but he got the point.

The man looked so tired, “Good night, Princess.”

With that he left the room and shut off the lights. What the fuck were you going to do now?

Chapter Text

When Erwin came home elated Levi knew to be cautious. The larger man rarely got excited over anything really. For years, the two had dabbled in the darker side of business. After so long, it’s hard to really say what started it and why they do what they do.

Levi had grown up on the streets and seen the horrors the world had to offer. A dog eat dog type mentality had stuck with him. If he wanted to point fingers, he could place the blame on his uncle for getting him looped in a sex trafficking ring. He wasn’t proud of what he did: alluring women and men alike to damned them to a life of suffering, but the guilt dissipated.

He got paid good money to step on the backs of others. A man could only handle filth for so long. Levi was able to leave the depths of hell and crawl his way to normal civilization. Within two years he could afford his own home on the outskirts of the city.

Erwin was nothing like Levi. He didn’t join the ring out of desperation, but out of curiosity. A deep hunger grew to see how far he could take it. Watch how he could puppeteer a human’s life and reduce them to smaller bits of themselves.

At the time Erwin had gotten his first job as a professor. They met on pure coincidence as Levi was under the guise of a janitor to scope out new recruits. Again, Levi couldn’t remember how the topic of conversation came up of his real profession, but Erwin's eyes flickered with a sadistic twinge. Erwin wanted to help. He knew his charm and how to convince any man to follow him blindly would be beneficiary. He did have a way with words afterall.

And apparently so as Levi let him into his world.

Within almost a decade the two had created their own ring separate from Levi’s uncle. To this day it flourished. Money was never an issue on top of Erwin’s income as a professor.

So when Erwin came bursting through the front doors with a wide grin on his face Levi was perplexed. The large man never got this happy over a new recruit. A sick apathy mixed with pleasure usually present on his visage, never a smile.

“I found her,” Erwin said, hanging his coat on the rack.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You know how I wanted a personal pet—”

Levi groaned, “I thought we dropped this.”

“Let me finish,” Erwin continued while toeing off his shoes, “This isn’t some girl I’m picking off the street. I used to know her as a child and she’s just… God, she’s perfect, Levi. I tested it out since I took her out for coffee and she was so obedient. She’s hesitant at first, but with a little push, she was so good.”

Crossing his arms, Levi listened to Erwin rant, skeptical. “So what do you want to do?”

Erwin turned sheepish, “I invited her over for tomorrow.”

“You can’t just spring this shit on me,” Levi pinched the middle of his eyebrows in exasperation. Erwin had a problem of bringing home strays.

“She’s different, trust me.”

“We will see about that.”

~*~

The next day when you came over, Levi had no clue what to make of you. You were not what he was expecting. He didn’t think you would be so young. Maybe in your late twenties or even thirties, but not a young woman still an undergrad. Also you were not any bit obedient as Erwin made you out to be.

You had a mouth on you and loved to give Levi an attitude. Your nonchalant questioning of when he answered the door instead of Erwin sunk deep into the man. A want to bend you over his knee itched and burned under his skin. Erwin definitely did this on purpose. He knew how much Levi loved to play with his food.

Though, a tiny part of him softened when he saw your love for tea. You also didn’t question his odd way of holding his cup. Curious eyes glanced before going back to the topic at hand. Erwin diligently helped you with your homework as you soaked up his words. You had no clue this was a trial run.

And you unknowingly passed.

The more time you spent with them, the more Levi wanted to pick you apart and study you. You were an unbearably independent person. Any help offered besides Erwin’s assigned tutoring was met with a multitude of refusals. Even when the secret came out that you were homeless surfaced, you still didn’t want to live in their—well Levi’s—extravagant home.

Your disregard for them offering you a life of comfort was even off putting to Levi. But he had to admit, if twenty-two year old Levi had someone open their luxury home to him, he would be suspicious. This only furthered his interest.

But time withers even the hardest of stone to sand. Over the course of a few months, Erwin had slithered his way into every part of your life like mold. Any foundation you had Erwin engrained himself deep into the grout. A type of spore you couldn’t scrub out.

Levi had taken a backseat to Erwin’s process. This is what the two men usually did when luring victims in. The shorter man would scope out new prey while Erwin hooked them in with promises of riches and to be Erwin’s new lover. You were different. Whether this was to your benefit or misfortune twisted in Levi’s head. He wasn’t stupid to the type of men him and Erwin were. You were bound to crumble in their hands. For your sake, he hoped Erwin wouldn’t get bored as fast.

Though, he was still tempted. He tested the waters by trapping you against the counter. How could he not with how much you poked and prodded him? The mouth on you encapsulated him in a way no other person had. Usually backtalk infuriated Levi to the point of violence, but the need to hurt you was something some would argue was far darker.

So when he easily pinned your leg to the counter and your pathetic attempt to break free, planted the seed Erwin wanted to engrain in him from the beginning. Sure the man chewed him out later that day since you almost opened the door, but he only met him with typical apathy. You were bound to find out eventually and frankly, Levi was too old for this game of cat and mouse.

The tension never left the home. He was sure you thought you were to blame, but the bubble waiting to burst was between the men of the household. Erwin didn’t want to scare you and have you flee, though the sentiment flew right out the window when he hit you.

Levi just about fought Erwin when he slapped you so hard blood poured from your pretty face. He squashed down the want, and coddled Erwin as he babbled and stared at his own hand in contempt. Grabbing a washcloth, Levi rubbed away the red staining his fingers.

“She will come back. Be patient.”

Erwin had a far away look in his eyes as they slid to Levi, “I don’t need patience.”

Levi pinched his brows in confusion. The man was being cryptic again. His confusion was quickly answered when over a month later, you stomped your way to the door. Pounding on the sheet of wood like a mad woman, Levi rubbed away the migraine forming.

Anger radiated around you. Levi didn’t know much of what Erwin did to get you crawling back, but it wasn’t good. You were spitting fire as you barrelled into the home. Levi didn’t have the energy to scold you. All he was aware of that day was D-day. No matter what, you were to be theirs.

The argument escalated and Levi’s questions were finally answered. He didn’t think Erwin was batshit enough to completely cut you off from everything. Impressed by his strategy once again, Levi stood back watching it all unfold. He honestly wanted Erwin and you to argue more, but when Erwin nodded to him Levi heeled.

Wrapping his arm around your throat and suffocating you was unnecessary, but he enjoyed feeling you struggle under him. How you clawed for oxygen. Humans are so fascinating and their primal instincts to survive. Levi wanted to instill at least a little bit of fear in you. No matter how much hot shit you think you are, he will always be stronger.

Your body fell limp in his arms. As he moved his arms to carry you, Erwin detached Levi from you. He wrapped his own limbs around your form in a princess carry. Levi followed behind when you were taken into the room designed just for you. Erwin’s pace reflected giddiness. He had been waiting for this day for years. A little baby doll for him to play with.

Levi went ahead of the lumbering man to open the door for him. Gently, Erwin rested you on the soft, carpeted floor. He had no idea when you would awaken and he didn’t want you to be startled by the crate. Plus, the crate was more Levi’s idea than his.

You had slept through the whole rest of the day and through the night much to Levi’s surprise. Anxiety radiated off of Erwin as he prepared for work.

“Call me if she wakes up.”

“No shit,” Levi answered, in the middle of finishing up Erwin’s lunch.

Neatly packing the food in a bag, he handed the food to him. Erwin’s eyes bounced to the hallway where your sleeping body resides. Levi ushered Erwin out and he obeyed.

With a sigh, he closed and locked the door. To be completely honest with himself, Levi was also growing anxious. Normally the toxin would wear off by now as it was seven in the morning. But, he did give a higher dosage than usual. He had no clue how much you would’ve struggled. Pacifying his own fears, he reassured himself you would be awake by this afternoon.

Walking into the bedroom, your body hadn’t moved an inch from where Erwin placed you on the floor. An itch built up from under his nails at the thought of the filth accumulating. You hadn’t bathed since early yesterday and were in the same clothes. Knowing the scratch won’t go away until you were properly cleaned, Levi bent down and took you to the bathroom.

Washing and dressing you was easy, but felt strange. Levi felt as if he was cleaning a doll instead of an adult. You were so lifeless, limp. Pushing the thought away, he went through your pants and found your phone along with your keys. The little metal piece reminded him your car was still in their yard. Pocketing the keys, his attention went to your phone.

His thumb pressed the side button and your phone activated. The soft glow illuminated his face as he spied your lockscreen. It was an old photo of you and what he assumed were your siblings. What a melancholy image. You clearly missed your family, but had no way back to them. Sliding up he was met with your four digit passcode.

After a couple tries, Levi cracked it with ease. Face buried in your phone, he closed the door behind him and crossed into the main part of the home. Levi instantly went into your messages. You didn’t have many contacts, most were either for work or college. The only active chats were between you, Levi and Erwin.

He moved on to your camera roll as he grabbed his own keys. They clicked together like tiny bells. Turning his attention to the door, he locked it with an audible click and moved to his truck. His curiosity would have to wait as he couldn’t drive and look at your phone at the same time. Pocketing the device, he got in his truck and twisted the ignition on. The black truck rumbled to life and sputtered a bit.

Twisting his body to see out the back window, he drove the car until it was right in front of yours. Jumping out, he grabbed a chain and hook. Attaching the car to your car, Levi grumbled under his breath at their stupidity. Leaving your car in the driveway for this long was an idiotic move. He only wished the neighbors weren’t paying too close attention. They were far away anyway and minded their business. But the problem was driving out in public. The best time would be at night, but the longer the car was here, the more suspicions would fall on them.

Slinking back into the driver’s seat, Levi planned to simply take only backroads. No one really drove in this part of the city anyway. His body shook from side to side driving down the bumpy, gravel roads. The tiny rocks crunched under his tires.

About an hour out Levi met with the lake he visited time and time again. The lake was secluded and not marked by any national park. Deep in the outskirts no one cared to know about. Childhood memories whispered in the air. Pulling up, his truck sunk a little from the soft ground. The area was more of a swamp than anything. The mud would welcome your car in its suffocating embrace.

Hopping out of his truck, Levi clicked his tongue at the wet earth seeping into his boots. Pulling out your key, your car beeped as he unlocked it. He opened the door and twisted your car on. Rolling down the windows half way, he then bent over to switch the gear into drive. Quickly, he ducked out of the car and watched as it drove into the lake. The water slowly swallowed the vehicle. Levi stood there until the car dropped deep, deep into the waters.

Satisfied, he went into the back of his truck and lifted up a shovel and started upturning the mud to get rid of the tire tracks along with his foot prints. Throwing the shovel in the bed, he climbed into his truck and drive back home.

By the time, he arrived back it was ten o’clock and you showed no signs of being awake. So Levi waited and waited, observing your resting form. He drank up how your chest gently rose and fell in tandem. You were so fragile and easy to break. If he so wished, he could crack open your chest and see what made you, well, you.

His finger traced down your chin to the middle of your throat and down to your sternum. He pressed down on the bone until a whine left your chest. Levi tilted his head at the sound, wanting to evoke more whimpers but he knew Erwin would be pissed if he bruised his little girl.

The day wasted away as Levi departed from the bedroom, and went to clean the house and get started on dinner. A tingle went down Levi’s spine, beckoning him to check on you. His instinct was right as he watched you struggle to take in the stimuli and hardly able to move.

When you registered Levi was also in the room, he didn’t expect you to freak out the way you did. Not to the extent of pissing yourself. A sick mix of desire and disgust filled him. He despised the mess flowing out from you, but Levi drank up how humiliation wafted off your form.

Erwin came in just in time. While the egregious man set off to wash you of your embarrassment, Levi went to work to scrub the carpet. Down the hall, he heard Erwin’s gruff voice bark out, but chose to ignore it. Erwin was a big boy and didn’t need Levi to come to the rescue. Plus, he wanted to test how long Erwin could tame his anger.

Once he was done, he made his way into the bathroom. He noticed the door was locked. Taking the key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and put the keys back. Levi caught how your eyes honed in on the set of keys. What a sneaky brat.

He also noticed Erwin’s swollen nose and your now avoidant gaze. Erwin tried to shy away but Levi quickly grabbed his face. It was rare for Erwin to be bested. You were surely going to be a problem if you are leaving this hulking, brilliant man a babbling fool.

Dinner went how he expected. You were reluctant to drop out of college. He couldn’t blame you as your disappearance would be a ticket to your freedom, but they had to be thorough. Your already poor attendance only worked in their favor.

Annoyance built up in Levi at Erwin’s slip up, but he decided it was time for you to go back to bed. You must be exhausted despite sleeping almost two full days away. He could tell you were border-lining on hysterics once more.

Picking you up, he carried you back to the bathroom with pure intentions. Though, you still squirmed for whatever reason. Placing you down, he prepared the toothbrush. You hadn’t brushed your teeth in two days and that itch crawled back under his skin.

As he commanded you to open your mouth, Levi thought nothing of your contemplating glare. Pain shot up from his hand and down his arm.

“Shit!”

You bit him. You actually fucking bit him.

If his rationale wasn’t screaming at him, he could have killed you in that moment. A festering anger boiled as he slapped you back in return. The smile on your face stayed on despite it.

Blood dripped down his arm as he dragged you back into the bedroom. Even though the comment you made was a snide one, you were right. He would have to go to the doctor to get the wound checked out. The bite was deep and the blood had not stopped.

With Erwin’s promise to handle you until he came back, Levi set off to go to the urgent care. Walking by the bathroom, he grabbed a clean hand towel and wrapped his hand within the cloth. Stomping his way out the house, he slammed the door closed and went into his truck.

You were such a little fucking shit. You were in for it once he got back and he wasn’t going to hold back. Fuck what Erwin said. The only way you were going to listen was through harsh punishment. Pain was the best motivator.

Grumbling the whole way, Levi drove swiftly to urgent care. He didn’t care to deal with the annoyance and even longer wait line at the ER. Clutching onto his still bleeding, throbbing hand, he walked through the glass door with some difficulty. You were dead fucking meat when he got back home.

“How can I help you today, Sir?” An elderly woman with a monotone voice behind the counter asked. The clacking of her acrylics against the rickety keyboard grated Levi’s ears.

He held up his hand, “I got bit by a dog.”

“Oh my!” The woman gasped. She reached over with a clipboard and handed it to Levi, “Try to fill this out as best as you can and a doctor should be right with you.”

Levi nodded his head and went over to the vacant chairs. Surprisingly there was only two other people within the waiting area. Grabbing the pen, he wrote with ease despite you injuring his dominant hand. After years of fending for his life he taught himself how to be ambidextrous.

Almost half an hour passed when Levi’s name was finally called. The bleeding finally stopped, but he was sure he would need stitches. The nurse that called him was a tall man with dirty blonde hair. He wasn’t anything significant in any way.

“It’s just right down here.”

He led Levi down the sterile, blaring white halls. The doorknob unlatched with a mechanical crunch. The nurse continued, “So what are you in for?”

Levi walked himself to the examination table and shuffled himself on top of it. “I got bit by a dog,” he repeated.

The nurse’s face grimaced at the thought of the pain, “Yikes, let me take a quick look and then I will grab Dr. Zoe.”

He held out his hand for the nurse to unwind the stained towel. Levi barely flinched when the rough material was tugged from the skin it latched onto. The nurse cradled his hand and tilted the wound towards him.

His face pulled into one of confusion before schooling it, “The dog got you real good, huh?”

“You can say that.”

Clearing his throat, he let go of Levi’s hand, “Well, I’m going to get the doctor now. Try to keep your hand elevated above your shoulder to help stop the bleeding and the swelling.”

With that, the nurse left the room and Levi to his own devices. Boredom quickly ate up at his mind. Little could be done in the room and he didn’t care for playing on his phone. A part itched to explore your phone, but he broke it earlier today on a whim to scare you further.

So he sat there counting the minutes go by until another thirty minutes dragged on. Finally a knock was heard on the door.

“Come in.”

The doctor poked their head in with a goofy grin. “Why, hello! I’m Dr. Zoe.”

Levi grunted in response. He despised pleasantries.

The smile didn’t fall once and kept on, “So I heard you got a nasty bite. Have you cleaned it or taken any medicine at all?”

“No.”

Dr. Zoe went up to Levi and directed his hand towards them. Peeling back the cloth like the nurse did, their face pinched at the wound. “Sir, are you sure this is a dog bite?”

Levi’s expression pulled back in irritation, “How the fuck would I not be sure? I was there when the fucker bit me.”

“Whoa there!” Dr. Zoe laughed, “No need to be so aggressive, gotta be thorough, you know?”

Levi didn’t respond and simply glared at them.

Coughing to fill the tension, they continued, “Well the wound isn’t deep enough to warrant stitches. We still need to clean it and give you antibiotics. If the wound doesn’t clear up or show signs of getting better in two weeks please come back. Also remember to finish the whole prescription to avoid complications.”

Levi nodded his head and let the doctor dress the wound, reminding him to change the dressing frequently.

He was half paying attention, lost in his own mind of how to properly punish you while he waited for the bite to heal. For his own sake, the short man prayed you lasted longer than two weeks.

Chapter Text

The twinkling fairy lights were your only source of illumination in the otherwise dark room. After Erwin shut off the lights and left you to your own devices, you sat in the silence for who knows how long. Anxiety had your muscles twitching, antsy to do anything.

Blowing air out your nose, saliva dripped down the corners of your mouth from the gag. You didn’t care if it added more to whatever pain Levi promised, you reached behind you and fiddled with the belt. Your fingers caught on the tongue and pushed it forward until the gag loosened. Clutching onto the leather you ripped it away from your mouth. Stretching your jaw side to side, you tried to alleviate the soreness. Wiping the spit from your lips, you surveyed the crate.

Both men weren’t stupid and the crate was given a different lock so you couldn’t easily slide it open. Even then, only your fingers could make it through the wiring. Forgoing the order the stuffed animals were arranged in, you rifled through them to find something, anything, to pick the lock with. Your attempts were futile.

Desperation crawled at your throat. Twisting your body so you were leaning on your forearms, you used your heel to kick at the door. The door rattled, but besides that, did not budge. Erwin was sure to hear the noise, but chose to ignore you. It could have been hours since Levi left and Erwin quite literally kept you in the dark, so the need to escape grew. Levi’s threat still rang in your ears.

You weren’t going to go with your belly up.

Frustrated, you used both feet to kick the door. Grunts left your throat from the strain. You were quickly becoming exhausted. The toxin hadn’t completely left you and it has been days since you ate something. Your energy was depleting.

Tears pricked your eyes again. Anger at yourself consumed you as you screamed and kicked the door one last time. Fragile flesh was nothing against metal. Bruises started to form at the bottom of your feet. The room was quiet besides your stuttered breathing.

Giving up on escaping the crate, you looked around the rest of the room. A soft, yellowish glow spread through the space. Shadows that crept from the corners offered you little insight to what all the room had to offer. Squinting, you tried to make out if there were any vents you could possibly climb through. You found nothing.

There were the windows, but who knows if they could even unlock and the strength of the glass. If all the windows were bulletproof, you were screwed. The crate was placed too far from the window for you to even try to get to the locks.

Sitting on your knees, you look up at the canopy placed above the cage. The pink netted cloth was attached to the ceiling by a screwed in hook.

Bingo.

Just as you were about the slip your finger back through the wiring to tug on the canopy, you heard the front door open and slam shut followed by two hushed voices. Levi’s back home.

That anxiety came back tenfold. You were basically served to Levi on a silver platter. A part of you wanted to go back to your plan with the canopy, but time was limited and you rather not be caught trying to escape. Who knows what Levi was going to do right now, let alone with an escape attempt on top of it.

So you laid in wait. Waiting for the man to burst through the frame and get his revenge. God did you wish there was a clock in the room. The anticipation was getting to you and maybe that is exactly what he wanted. For you to torture yourself with hypotheticals.

You knew both men were still inside the house, their footsteps giving it away. From what you assumed, they were sticking to the kitchen, possibly making dinner. At the thought, your stomach rumbled.

As if he heard you, Erwin came into the room and flicked on the lights. Your pupils constricted. His form permeated through the space and suffocated you. Forced into a small cage only furthered his large stature. He walked further in. His face became more apparent the closer he got and that expression of disappointment was long gone.

Cold. The best word to describe Erwin would be cold. Not in the literal sense, but all the warmth had been drained from him like coffee left out for too long. You could still drink it, but any pleasantness evaporated. A blank slate stuck on his face.

His socked feet thundered towards you. No matter how much he tried, Erwin was not a man who could soften his steps. But he didn’t care: you weren’t a frail, feral animal to him. More likened to a misbehaving child.

Crouching down at the crate door, he still had a height advantage. The glare didn’t leave your face. Erwin wasn’t swayed.

“I see you took off the gag.”

You didn’t respond. You refused to give him what he wanted.

Erwin merely sighed. “The more you resist, the harder it will be for you.”

Of course he didn’t have an ounce of regret in him. In his eyes, he did what he had to protect you for the sake of his own ego. Knowing his attempts to reach a hand out for you would be disregarded, he unlocked the crate with a key. This one was smaller compared to the ones to the doors.

You forced yourself further into the crate. As much as you despised being in the small space, the knowledge Levi was waiting for you was worse. Having none of your stubborn behavior, Erwin gripped your wrist and tugged.

A grunt left you as you collapsed in front of him. With one hand on the floor and kneeling in front of him, you scowled from under your brows. He tugged you closer until you were nose to nose.

“For your own sake, behave.”

A part of you was tempted to bite him as well, but you knew you would surely be found in a landfill if you did. Keeping your teeth and words to yourself, you gave him a small nod.

Pulling himself up, Erwin didn’t let you go. His hand moved from your wrist to your nape. Softly, he massaged the tight area, but it offered no solace. You knew full well his hand was a temporary leash. A warning.

Your whole being shook. The want to beg and plead crawled up your esophagus. Maybe to tug on his heart strings and his need to protect you, convince him to shield you from the big bad wolf that is Levi, but it’s futile. You knew that well as whatever relationship those two had trumped Erwin’s rationality.

So like a lamb to the slaughter, you were dragged into the dining room. Sat at the right side of the table was Levi in all his glory. His face gave nothing away. On the table was an array of food, the plates and cutlery set picture perfectly.

“Where’s her gag?” Levi said. You looked down to see his hand was neatly wrapped.

“How do you expect her to eat with a gag on?” Erwin teased Levi, but the man found no amusement in the statement.

He clicked his tongue at that. Erwin was right, even though the darker part of Levi wanted you to starve.

Coming closer to the table, you noticed there were only two plates. Your brows furrowed in confusion. How were you expected to eat? Though your question was quickly answered when Erwin pulled the chair to the side. The metal plate on the floor, there was already a pair of handcuffs linked in the semi-circle welded into the steel.

Erwin’s hand drifted to your shoulder and pushed you onto the floor. Your knees cracked against the hardwood.

“What are you doing?” Panic caused your voice to pitch and crack.

Levi answered instead of Erwin, “Since you wanted to act like a shitty mutt, you will be treated as such until you can prove otherwise.”

The large man bent down with you under the table to lock you into the restraints. You attempted to pull your wrist from his grasp, but it did little. The cuffs were luckily padded and didn’t bite into your skin. With your still free hand you pushed against Erwin, but he easily grabbed it and threaded the leather until you were immobile.

“What the fuck!”

At both men’s feet, you were forced into a kneeling position. Your wrists were chained to the floor with about three inches of leeway. So no matter how much you tried to sit up straight, you could only hunch over. The plate faced the head of the table, but you could twist your body slightly away.

Testing the constraints, you tugged and tugged. Metal scraping together filled the room along with your labored breaths. Erwin hauled himself from the table. Back on his feet, you heard him rummaging through something and a wet slop of food being plopped on a dish. Water filling a container could also be heard.

Erwin popped back into view but this time with two metal bowls. One of them had rice with steamed vegetables, and the other had water. He placed them in front of you. He must be joking.

Your jaw ticked as you grinded your teeth together, “What the fuck is this.”

“Your food. Eat.”

The way the food was placed, you couldn’t kick it away from you like you wanted. “I’m not fucking eating like this!”

A whimper filled the room as Levi kicked you in the ribs. From your place, you couldn’t see his face. “Quit your yapping. Either eat or don’t, but if you starve it’s not our problem.”

Erwin offered nothing to Levi’s harsh words. Stewing in your own humiliation and anger, you heard both men pick up their forks and start eating. From your place you could smell their food which had an array of seasoning. Staring down at your own bowl, you glowered bitterly at your plain dinner.

Your stomach rumbled again reminding you of the neglected organ. Nausea wanted to creep up so with quivering lips you bent over to eat out of the bowl. Breathing shakily out your nose, you ignored how your eyes stung. You were so sick of crying. Luckily, both men couldn’t see you make a fool of yourself.

Moving your head over, you stuck your tongue out to lap up the water. It would be more efficient to pucker your lips and suck it up, but the thought of them hearing the slurping noises was too much to handle. So in your own head, it took you a little too long to realize the socked foot brushing against your thigh.

Jumping, you departed from your food to watch Levi’s foot creep closer up your leg. You attempted to squirm away but he quickly used his other foot to press into your hip, immobilizing you completely. Watching in horror, he kept up with the movements.

“How’s the project going?” Levi asked, Erwin none the wiser to what was going on under the table. Of course they were going to talk about school now. Possibly to mock you.

There was silence, before the other man answered. “Not as smoothly as we would like. Some of the girls aren’t taking too kindly to the change.”

Huh?

“Reminds me of someone.”

Erwin chortled before covering it with a cough. You would have said something if it weren’t for Levi growing more bold. To dig in his words, the heel of his foot found your crotch. You smothered your groaned when he rubbed against your clothed slit.

Your food was long forgotten, barely half eaten. Dragging further up, his heel caught your clit and you weren’t able to bite back the whimper this time.

“Hush,” Levi commanded.

“As I was saying, our cargo hasn’t been as big as last month. Eld has been able to wrangle some girls into place, but who knows how long that will last.”

Levi clicked his tongue, “I will visit this weekend.”

Rubbing further, Levi didn’t slow down his strokes as you strangled to keep your noises in. Helplessness filled you. Any time you attempted to squirm away, he followed. There was only so much you could move in the constraints.

Wetness started to soak your panties and thin pajamas. Levi could surely feel it through his own sock. Unwillingly you bucked at his leisure pace. He didn’t want you to cum that’s for sure. This was to purely torment you.

Erwin spoke after another bite, “Let’s hope there won’t be a repeat of last time.”

“I agree. I fucking hate cleaning blood out of clothes. Shit always stains.”

You shivered at the words. He must have felt it as he pressed harder into your clit. You were completely pinned down. Despite the little stimulation, the want to cum washed over you. Another whine stuck in your throat. All you needed was a little bit more.

Right when you almost fell into him, Levi pulled away. Your hips spasmed at the lack of stimulation. Clenching your eyes closed, you slumped over and your forehead hit the cold floor. What the fuck was wrong with you?

“I can clean it up.” Levi spoke, a little more far away. He must have stood up.

“Are you sure?” Erwin asked, the floorboards creaked as he went to Levi. Mostly to take the plate from his grasp.

“Yes. Take her back to the crate.”

Plates clacked together above you and Erwin came back in view. Embarrassed, you clenched your thighs closed in fear a wet patch could be shown.

“You barely ate.”

“Not hungry,” You mumbled.

His thick brows pinched together, but he didn’t respond as he released you from the leather restraints. Grasping your upper arm, he tugged you from your kneeling position. Shuffling from under the table, you faced Erwin. That antsy feeling hasn’t left you. Levi half-hazardly stroking you under the table couldn’t be what he had in store.

Turning your head, you gazed at Levi who stood at the sink, flipping the faucet to run the plates under the water. The man locked eyes with you and your shoulders scrunched up at the intense glare. A promise deep in his grey irises.

Erwin directed you away from the man. Down the hall, you looked into the window in the corridor. Twilight swallowed the sky. Between the foliage, you saw how the neighbors flicked on their own lights. The home was a speck in the distance, but their lights radiated. If you saw them, they could see you.

A plan forming in your head, you go almost limp as you let Erwin drag you back to your prison. The man didn’t think much of your sluggish behavior as he shoved you in the crate. A tiny, gold key—the same as before—taken from his pocket, he locked you inside.

“I hate putting you in here.” He had the audacity to look worn.

“Then let me out.”

His forehead hit against the crate as his blue eyes engulfed your form. “We both know I can’t do that.” He lingered for a moment, before standing back up. “Goodnight, Princess.”

Just as earlier today, he flicked off the lights and left you alone. Back to square one. At least you weren’t wearing the damn gag. Glancing down, the offending item was gone. You were perplexed. When did they grab it?

Heaviness weighed down your bones. Yawning, you curled up into the stuffed animals. As a strange sleepiness took over your tendons, you gazed up at the canopy. The golden hook taunted you, but you needed to be patient. Eyelids drooping, you promised yourself to escape as soon as possible.

~*~

A door creaking awoke you from your slumber. Discombobulated, you blearily glanced around. You were still in the crate. Blinking heavily, the whole room was shrouded with black. But that’s not what caught your attention.

Oh so sluggish, your eyes dragged to the door. The hallway light must have been turned on. Standing in the doorway was a figure blanketed in shadow. You sucked in harshly.

Your heart quivered and thumped at the innate reaction of being watched. From the stature alone it had to be Levi. Though, you couldn’t see his features at all. Somehow in the night, the fairy lights had turned off.

Levi didn’t move, not even when you noticed his presence. Weakly, you moved further into the crate, but it did little. Your body was at war with itself. That same heaviness still clung to your bones, but your heart rattled.

You struggled against yourself, terrified of what will happen if you fall back asleep. Dragging your hand to your face, you rubbed your eyes in hopes to alleviate your tiredness. Levi only stood there. As you crumpled in on yourself, he leaned against the frame, as if to take you all in.

He did love seeing you squirm.

The edges of your consciousness whittled away until the whole room swirled. Fighting against the sleepiness made you dizzy. Your vision swimmed. Sinking down, Levi stayed stagnant.

Whimpering, you sagged back into the stuffed animals. Their suffocating arms consumed you. Cotton and fluff choked you as you were dragged back to sleep. As the world caved in on itself, Levi didn’t leave the doorway. Watching.

~*~

Gasping, you sputtered as freezing cold water entered your lungs. Your body spasmed as you scrambled to find your footing. You went to wipe the water from your eyes, but you couldn’t move your arms.

You tugged upwards, but your arms were tied tight behind your back. Your legs were also bound at the ankle with leather cuffs similar to the ones in the kitchen. From under you was concrete painted a darker shade of grey from the water. Blinking, the sun blared down at your confused eyes.

Frantically you looked around to see Levi standing above your form. On your side, you tugged yourself to kneel to be less vulnerable. In his hand was a hose. Droplets dripped onto the grass. You eyed the hose and then him. Adrenaline had overtaken your system, shaking from terror and the cold.

“You really think I was done with you, Pet?”

Chapter Text

You shivered.

Levi had enough decency to graciously leave your pajamas alone. Not that they left much to the imagination and the water dripping off you only exposed you more. From your kneeling position, the man seemed almost endless. The sun behind him cast him in shadow like the night before. Given the circumstances, you could almost call him angelic. A halo of sunlight, a ring around his inky hair that shimmered.

God like in his stature, you’re to be left at his mercy.

The constant dripping of the water coming off the tip of the hose grated your ears. At the end of the hose was a high pressure nozzle with multiple settings. His thumb subtly flipped to the next setting with a click, click . Your body tensed in apprehension, back coiled tight.

“You’re lucky Erwin likes you.”

Both his face and voice were bored. As if torturing you was a chore and not something he indulged in. Despite his words, his eyes gleamed and sparked. Likened to flint hitting steel.

“Because if I had it my way, you would have been meat gifted to the neighbor’s dog,” He brought the nozzle up to his face, staring at it before glancing back at you, “This will have to do.”

“Fuck you,” You weakly spat, voice jittering at the end.

“We’ll get to that.”

You did not like what that entailed. Not like you could be too shocked with the fiasco he pulled at the dinner table. Levi wanted to break you down until nothing of you was left.

His voice pulled you from your thoughts, “We can do this the easy or hard way. Apologize.”

You scoffed at him, “Apologize? Apologize to the fucking bastards-”

Freezing cold water shot up into your nose and into your open mouth. You sputtered once more as Levi was merciless with directing the stream of water right into your face. Your hands begged to shoot out in front of you, to block the assault, but you could only pathetically squirm.

The stream was clicked off. Heaving over, your forehead hit the cement as you gasped for air, snot and drool poured from your orifices.

“Apologize.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to regroup yourself, but Levi stepped closer. Water filled your nostrils once more and you choked and gargled. The pain of liquid going up into your sinuses burned and stung at your eyes. You sucked in your lips to keep the water from going in your mouth and down into your lungs. It offered little help.

The stream hit harder, pelting you. Levi didn’t stop even as you tried to crawl away. It was getting hard to breathe. Fuck, you couldn’t breathe . Panic washed over you, your body shaking and going into overdrive.

“Stop!” You attempted to say, but the water only invaded more of your body.

He stopped. You flopped over to your side, already exhausted. How could you be so weak? Your chest rapidly expanded and concaved. Vision blurry, his form approached you to lift your head up from the ground with a firm grip on your hair.

“Apologize.”

His eyes swallowed you whole. You had to fight, at least for a little longer. Call it stubbornness or stupidity, but you refused to roll over.

“N-no.”

Levi dropped you instantly. Unable to catch yourself, your temple smacked against the concrete. If your head wasn’t swimming enough, it sure was now. Elegantly, he straightened his back and loomed over you properly.

Like he was offended you would dare glare up at him, he sprayed the water at you once more. In your laying position, the ability to crawl away became harder. Desperate for oxygen you rapidly turn your body over, the harsh stream now hitting your back.

“Squirmy little mutt.” You swore you heard Levi mutter over the whooshing hose.

A boot clad foot anchored itself on your hip and turn you back over. He sprayed it right into your face, your back arched with your hands firm against your spine. As your feet scrambled to push yourself from his grip, he dug his heel further into the bone until you screamed. If he applied just a little more pressure your hip would pop out of place. Bruises surely were already forming. The kind that’s beneath skin and muscles ache cruelly.

More water entered your agape mouth. You coughed off the liquid only for it to bubble back into the same orifice along with the constant stream. Your lungs were soggy and expanded.

Feet uselessly kicking, Levi clicked the water off once more.

Instinctively you coughed the water out from your chest. Tilting your head to the side to avoid the same misfortune before, you gazed further into the backyard. From here the woods stretched far, too far for the neighbors to see.

With the tip of his shoe, Levi tilted your face back towards him. “Oi, brat, did I kill you already?”

Blankly, you moved your eyes to his. The movement was enough of an answer for him.

Under his stare, you shivered and your teeth clattered. With the summer sun blaring down on you, you would think you would welcome the cold water, but it only pierced your skin. Nothing was refreshing about the way he took away your right to breathe over and over.

“Apologize.”

From the loss of oxygen to your brain and your skull bouncing off the concrete, his words barely processed. All you could hear was your own rugged inhales. Blood pumped in your ears as you pinched your eyebrows.

Taking your sluggish movement as defiance, he continued his torture once more. Clamping your mouth shut, the water hit your nostrils for the umpteenth time in a row. The burn and sting cracked your resolve. You were dying or at least getting close to it.

And you refused to die by the hands of such a disgusting man like him.

Turning your head to the side, you screamed, “I’m sorry!”

Warmth. The water stopped: hopefully for good. With a jittering jaw, you repeated yourself with a softer tone. Creaking your neck back up to Levi, you said it for a third time.

“Tch.”

He offered no response to your plea masked as an apology. When he raised the hose again, you yelped and scrambled, trying to get back into the kneeling position.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Levi quickly quelled your panicking by tugging the hose and wrapping the tubing between his hand and under his elbow, looping it round and round while walking towards the rack. A few paces away from your sniveling form, he neatly laid it down and screwed off the valve, completely turning the water off.

Gracefully, he made his way back to you. Able to get into a proper kneeling position, you looked up at him. You must be a mess. Snot and drool slipping down your puffy lips, eyes bloodshot. As he did earlier, he peered down at you from under his nose.

Silence swarmed you.

Both of you were like animals waiting for the other to strike. Him the predator and you the prey, but even sometimes a mouse will strike back. Though, as your shoulders heaved, you had no fight left in you. For now.

Sensing this, Levi crouched down to your level. With a patient hand he reached towards your face. You flinched back in fear. The alarm bells of what said hand did mere moments ago blared in your brain. To your surprise, he gently wiped the snotted pooling on your cupid’s bow.

“What a mess.”

Cupping your cheek, you leaned into the warmth of his palm. Later you can chastise yourself for being weak, but right now all the energy in your body was sapped out of you. Your head heavy, you rested your weight into him. Again, his thumb wiped under your eye to get rid of the residue of his making.

Eyes slipped shut, you embraced the calm. Your skin prickled as his irises pierced into you, but you kept yourself ignorant. Lulled by his digit that carassed your cheekbone, your body collapsed.

Or it would have if his hand didn’t slither its way to your nape.

Screaming out in agony, your hands jerk to relieve the pain on your scalp. The chain jiggled in a mocking tone, as you peer up at Levi. Hand wrapped firmly in your hair, his knees cracked as he nimbly got back up to his feet. Bound, there was no way for you to comfortably accommodate him dragging you by your hair.

“Stop it!” Hiccuping hurt your chest.

He said nothing as he lugged you through the yard. More pleas fell from your mouth, varying in pitch. Perfectly cut and watered grass scraped against your skin. The blades pricked at you.

From under you, your feet pathetically kicked. You attempted to twist your body out of his grasp, but it only put more pressure onto your burning scalp. As much as it pained you, it would hurt less to cease fighting. You have no clue how much more your body could take.

With the angle all you could see was the bright blue skies above you. The merry color mocked you. With a thud, Levi dropped your body onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of you as you landed harshly on your back and therefore your hands. Luckily, your fingers were tucked away into a fist or else surely you would have broken one.

Coughing, you turn on your side to see where Levi stopped at. In the ground were two red, metal doors. He gripped the two handles and ripped them open with little effort. Leading down into the dark were a set of concrete stairs.

Going back to you, he leaned back down to grab your hair but you screamed once more.

“G-get away from me! Don’t touch me, you fucking freak.”

Levi grabbed you by the arm and forced you up, now kneeling where he had been to open the heavy doors.

He sneered, “As you wish.”

Dropping your arm, he offered you little relief before shoving his foot into your side and kicking you down the stairs. A gasp stuck in your throat as your body flew down the stairs like a ragdoll. The rough material scratched your exposed skin. Your shoulders took the brunt of your fall. Landing at the bottom, your head smacked against the hard ground. The wound on your temple reopened, mixing with the blood dribbling from the back of your head.

Discombobulated, your eyes dragged to Levi standing at the top of the stairway. For a moment, you thought he was going to shut the doors and leave you here to rot, but his form got closer and closer. His feet smacked against the concrete. It could be your vision or throbbing head, but you swore the basement shook with every step he took.

He stopped midway, to turn and shut the rusted doors. They closed with a resonating screech and rattle. With a boom, you were wrapped in darkness once more. In the black, Levi's presence swarmed you. Every sound he made amplified.

Step, step, step, step .

Thin metal scraping together pierced your ears before a light buzzed on. Squinting one eye, a dangling lightbulb flicked on. Releasing the tiny, metal chain, it swung in the air.

Around you was a normal basement. To the right, a work bench sat along with welding tools, a cutting table for wood, and a portable, steel set of drawers. On the other side was a lawnmower, weedwacker and a bunch of old furniture. A little further away stood a door. Must be the way into the main part of the house.

A musk clung to the air. A type of musk that sunk deep into the concrete walls, thick with moisture from being underground. Wrinkling your nose, you kept Levi in your sight. While you were observing your surroundings he had spawned right next to you.

“Don’t run.”

You wanted to laugh. How could you with the state you were in? Even if freed from your restraints, you don’t think you could stand up straight. Him justling you to sit on your butt was enough to trigger your gag reflex. Biting your tongue, you will down the urge to vomit.

Reaching behind you, Levi unfurled your bindings behind your back. Sagging in relief, without thought you leaned your forehead against his shoulder. He tensed for a moment, but offered nothing more than that.

Fuck, you were more spent than you thought.

The leather cuffs fell to the floor with a clunk. Next he went to your legs. Repeating the same motion of pulling the belts away from each other, you were freed.

Levi bent over to grab both cuffs. Wrapping an arm around your lower back, he hauled you over his shoulder. You wanted to protest, but the second hit to your head had done you in. The same arm that hauled you over, he kept tight around your thighs in case you squirmed. Him knowing it would only take one arm to pin you down was insulting.

His other hand he let dangle as he clutched onto the restraints. Levi could never leave anything untidy. He crossed the room towards the door you were eyeing. You crumpled further with the knowledge your punishment was over.

Or at least you hoped.

Upon opening the door, you were sadly mistaken. From your limited view point, there were no stairs leading you upwards into the house. Beneath you was a hardwood floor, a deeper hue than any other flooring in the house.

Levi’s shoes thumped against the ground as you tried to survey more of your surroundings. The room was dim, a soft lighting that would put you to sleep if under different circumstances. Tilting your head, through the bobbing there lined on the walls, dangling from black metal framing were an array of whips, canes and floggers.

In the middle of the room was a leather spanking bench that could fold in or out into a different shape. Off to the side sat a metal table, almost clashing with the rest of the room, with leather cuffs at the corners. Across the way, a rose velvet couch placed for what you could assume could be simply viewing pleasure. A hook hung from the wall. There was another door right in between the metal framing, slight ajar showcasing more restraints and ropes.

A fear never before bloomed inside you. He couldn’t be serious? What type of shit were these freaks into. You only got here, he couldn’t be actually thinking of punishing you like this. You thought this was over.

Whimpering, you kicked up a fuss, squirming on his shoulder. Knowing, your tantrum was coming, Levi clutched further onto your thigh. His heavy hand bruised the skin.

“Knock it off,” Levi sneered.

“W-what are you doing? I don’t like this, I’m scared.” You hoped making yourself smaller would appease him.

“You should be.”

Levi flung you onto the sliver, metal table, laying you on it horizontally so your head dangled off the edge. Your back arched at the cold biting your exposed skin. Quickly, you launched yourself to the side to crawl off the surface. Wrangling you back into place, he grabbed your right wrist and stretched to the cuff at the far end.

“Get off me, you prick!”

“Quiet,” He snapped and grunted when you went to knee him in the stomach. “Do you have a death wish?”

You ignored him to keep growling like a cornered, feral cat. Lifting his own knee up, Levi pinned your kicking leg down. The bone dug into your inner thigh. With aggravating dexterity, your wrist was shackled to the table. His head imposingly close to yours. Goosebumps fluttered on your neck from his heavy breath against it. Your left hand still free, you stupidly hit him repeatedly to the side of the head. Desperate to get him away from you and you out of this room.

He took it in stride like wrangling a wayward child. You hissed when the restraint pinched your skin with how tight he pulled it. Free of this task, Levi turned his side so his nose brushed against your cheekbone. As you went to hit him again, he clutched your hand mid air, lidded gaze on yours.

“I’m going to swallow you whole until nothing is left of you besides me .”

Dragging his nose up until it touched yours, he never let his eyes stray. Your chest heaved, the hand engulfed by his, struggled to escape.

“I hope you fucking choke.”

Your head whipped to the right at Levi’s knuckles hitting your cheek. Blood pooled in your mouth from the split lip. Turning back towards him with breakneck speed, you spit in his face. The pinky saliva landed right under his eye. He flinched back slightly with flared nostrils.

Upper lip twitching back in a restrained snarl, Levi wiped the bloody spit off his face and continued tying up your other arm. The leather whistled with how fast he tightened it. You grunted at it cutting off your circulation.

Clutching your jaw, he forced your head up even higher, straining your neck and shoulders, “You don’t get to complain, Bitch. I hear another peep out of you and I’ll beat you bloody.”

At that, he departed from your body and stomped off further into the room. You shake out your leg, already sore and bruises forming. Letting your body loose, your toes brush against the floor and your head lulls backwards. The blood rushed to your brain as you watched Levi swing the closet door further open, the whole room upside down. This definitely didn’t help your concussion, but that’s the least of your problems.

Blurrily you watched Levi come back to you, kicking the door shut with his foot. In his hands were black rope and something you couldn’t decipher. Apprehension squeezed your chest so hard, the tendons throbbed. Ignoring you, he unraveled the rope—the other he placed next to you on the table along with the mystery item—looping it around the metal ring right under where the cuff hung.

Silently, he grabbed your leg and stretched it out so he could wrap the rope around just above your knee. You twisted your body to kick Levi in the head, but he stopped with a firm grip on your ankle.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself.” His calm tone struck more terror in you than his gritted gripes. A passive Levi meant a scheming Levi.

Deep inside you wanted to try again, knock him out and release yourself of your binds. Yet you know you were no match for this man. So with a sniveling expression, you let your leg slack in his hold. He let you down and continued his intricate knots.

He moved the rope down your thigh, close to your groin and looped it three times. Your leg was bent so he could tie your ankle firmly to your thigh, unable to close yourself off to him. Three times it went, the velvety fabric digging into the supple flesh. The rest of the coiled fibers were tugged to the other corner securely.

Once done, the man tugged at his binds. Giving a nod, satisfied at his work. He repeated the motions with your other leg, your muscles stretched beyond their capabilities. Oh how you wanted to whimper and groan.

Completely at his mercy did you realize your ass hung slightly over the edge, at perfect distance for Levi’s crotch to line up with yours. You bit your lip so hard, blood pooled, terrified. You would rather deal with being drowned again than this. Anything but this.

Coming closer to you, Levi deposited his bulge against your vulnerable crotch. The way his cock hardened, mocking you. Reaching over, he swiped the unknown item in front of you.

A knife.

He had taken a knife from the closet. Instinct consumed your nervous system as you squirmed at your restraints. You whipped your head to your right cuff and tugged. Frantically you looked to the other in hopes this one could be looser. You then look at Levi with bouncing pupils.

“Please.”

A flick of a knife popping open was your response.

“Levi, please!” Your voice pitched into hysterics, but quickly stopped when he shoved the flat side of it in your open mouth.

Tugged the skin further out, your tongue retreated as further back as it could. The muscles tingled at the phantom sensation of being pricked.

“Look at you,” A hand larger and warmer than yours splayed across your chest. The slender fingers drummed to the rhythm of your heartbeat. Taunting you. “A sniveling, little puppy.”

He let you bask in your fear for one more moment before retracting the blade from your mouth. Drool dripped down from your lip.

“Messy,” He teased with no emotion.

Dragging the knife down the path of the drool, he trailed the end from your chin, to underneath it and down the curved line of your neck. Shivers wracked through your taut body. Further it traveled over your collarbone and to the strap of your shirt.

Tucking the sharp edge under the flimsy fabric, he barely tugged and it came undone. Dragging to the other side, he cut it off as well. The procedure was simply to antagonize you. You both knew he could easily rip the thin, damp fabric into pieces, but he wanted the anticipation. He craved and drank up how your body trembled for him. The man loved playing with his food.

Going back to the middle, he tugged the knife down the middle, slicing right through the shirt. Tugging the ruined clothes away, your torso left on display for him. Your nipples puckered at the exposed, cool air (along with being scared shitless).

Cruelly, he tapped the flat of the knife against your clothed slit, backing away from you to finish unwrapping his present. You flinched when the knife nicked your thigh as he cut away the chiffon shorts, taking your panties with it. The other side swiftly cut in half, too. Same with your shirt, your bottoms were tugged away from you and tucked somewhere else.

You were left bare for the man before you, towering over you once more. Your focus stayed on the knife. Levi clicked the knife closed and left it out where you could reach it. Not like you could grab it, anyway. The state of your undress was disproportionate to Levi’s fully clothed body.

Now free of any obstacles, the man slotted his body against yours again. His hand wandered to your breasts and thumbed the sensitive skin. A tingly shock of pleasure shot down to your core. Your body welcomed the soft touches after the grueling torment. Though, your brain screamed for him to leave you be.

“I like you like this,” His hand traveled down to your stomach, eyeing how it jumped, “belly up, submissive, pliant.”

Finally, a whimper broke loose.

Those silver irises bounced up at you. He said nothing to your noises, if anything he welcomed it. You would be screaming soon enough.

Impatient to start and to finish your punishment, the man lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ever growing pile. He dropped his pants as well, no underwear under his slacks.

Tilting down your chin, your eyes widen at his cock. He wasn’t huge, but his size wasn’t anything to scoff at. What he lost in length, he made up in girth. The head slightly bigger, a deep red and drooling with pre-cum. Levi was also well groomed, not bare, but the hair trimmed close to the skin.

His physique could be god-like. You knew the man had muscles rippled through him, but not to this extent. He obviously worked out and trained his body as every inch the muscles flexed under his pale flesh. A dark happy trail led down to his cock.

Wandering downwards, his fingertips dipped in to brush against your clit. Your hips jumped.

“Sensitive.”

“Fuck you,” You spoke through bared teeth.

A yelp escaped. He slapped your pussy with little regard for you. When you squirmed away, he did it again, hitting right on your clit.

“You either moan or keep your shitty mouth shut.”

Scowling, you reluctantly obeyed. He hummed, soothed. For now. Going back to his previous action, his middle finger swirled against your clit. The nerves were swollen. Sensitive from his slaps. Your thighs twitched, begging to close. So confused on whether or not to welcome the pleasure.

A soft moan hung in the air. You weren’t supposed to enjoy this, but you were also scared of kicking up a fuss. The thought of him tearing into your pussy with no prep horrified you. You can fight another day, another time where it’s smart to.

Skillfully, Levi drifted down to your hole and pushed a finger in. A more drawn out moan came from your throat. More antsy than before, Levi added another finger, eager to stretch you out. As he pumped in and out of you, more wetness dripped out of your cunt onto the floor.

Deeming you stretched enough, he departed from your core with squelch. Unwantingly, you let out a disappointed whine.

“I don’t want to hear it. You’re lucky I even prepped you, fucking bitch in heat.”

Cock in hand, Levi positioned it at your pussy. You tensed as he bullied his way into your tight hole. Fuck, he did not prepare you enough. Your hips tried to arch away, but a strong hand forced you back down. Popping the whole cockhead in, you whimpered in pain.

Using both his hand and hips, he went further in. Your walls forcefully stretched to accommodate him. Thrusting deep, Levi pressed himself to the hilt. The hair of his happy trail tickled your clit. It offered no help to being stretched open past your limitations.

With fervor, he pulled out of you until it was only his head inside and slammed back in you. A gasp caught in your throat. Moving his hands to the ropes around your thighs, he used them as reins to fuck deeper and harder.

No regard for your own pleasure, Levi kept fucking into you so his pelvis bone smooshed into your thighs. Great, even more bruises. With all the shaking, your head started to pound and your vision blur. Each pound into your aching pussy, grunts poured from his mouth.

Shifting his hips upwards, he hit the spongy spot deep inside of you, eliciting a breathy whimper. Glancing at you, Levi kept his hips at that angle. He went back to how his cock drove in and out of your cunt. Fascinated by it wrapping and stretching around his length. He wanted to morph your walls into the shape of it, completely break you down.

“F-fuck,” Levi groaned.

Using you nothing more than a cocksleeve and seeing you finally settle the fuck down pulled him towards his release. Jerking the reins tighter, the rope pinched your thighs. Mouth slightly agape, his rhythm became sloppy, no longer caring for bringing you any type of enjoyment out of this.

Shortly, he shoved his cock deep. You screeched as he pushed against your cervix, a shiver going up your spine at the pain. That did him in. Dropping his head, he moaned and shot his hot release deep inside you.

You panted alongside him, completely unsatisfied. Delirious, you whined with teary eyes at not cumming.

Glaring at you from under his brows, Levi bit, “Are you that stupid? You think after everything you pulled I would nice to you.” He grabbed your jaw and curled you further in, your shoulders creaking, “You’re nothing more than a pet, a dog for me to beat until Erwin eventually gets bored of you. For both of us, you better hope it's soon.”

Half comprehending what he said, tears poured down and your eyes lost their focus. Slipping out of you, the warm cum dripped from your aching cunny and onto the floor.

Levi walked away from you to what you assumed was to clean up. Lulling your head back, you looked at the room upside down, letting the blood rush to your brain. From your blackening view, Levi came back to you.

He muttered something, but it didn’t matter. The world spinning around you were having too much fun. Slipping your eyes closed, you let the fuzzy feelings of your concussed head overtake you. You really hope you are concussed and you passing out prompts you never waking up in this nightmare again. For the both of you.

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A soft couch laid underneath you. Confused, you whined as you squeezed your eyes closed. Your head pounded. When you tried to open them, it was difficult to see. The room spun and the furniture multiplied like someone strapped a kaleidoscope in front of you. As you scrambled to get your bearings, the sound of angry voices caused you to wince.

“And what did this achieve, Levi? Answer me that.” Erwin’s voice boomed. In all the time you knew Erwin, he was not one to raise his voice. A man of poise and infuriating patience.

“I didn’t want to achieve anything. She needed to be taught a lesson, since someone has been too lenient.”

“She’s been here for two days! She needs time to adjust.”

More of your senses coming back to you, you noticed you were clothed once more. Clad in a pair of satin pajamas, your legs were still bare. Little blessings.

“Adjust to what, Erwin? The fact that you decided you need a little pet, again—”

Erwin grunted, “I thought we were done with this.”

“No, you were done with this,” Levi began, but as the temper in the room raised, you whimpered out more.

Both men instantly shut up. Groaning, you reached a hand up to feel for the damage done to your head. Instinctively, you attempted to get up but only a wave of nausea hit you. Leaning over the couch, you gagged.

Erwin rushed over to you and propped you back onto the couch. Even in your incoherent state, you squirmed away from him and his touch. You mumbled out a “get away from me,” but the words jumbled together.

Levi hung back and watched as Erwin shushed you. Now leaning against the couch arm, you blearily look towards Erwin. His face was right in front of yours.

“How are you doing, princess?”

A dull anger built up in you. Mouth already foamy from almost vomiting, you spit in his face. Or at least try to. The saliva barely came out your mouth and drooled down your chin. Fuck, you were worse than you thought.

Erwin made no comment of your attempt to spit on him, if anything he seemed amused. He regarded you as you would a babbling child. You couldn’t blame him with your apprehended state. Taking a face-cloth sat on the coffee table, he gently gripped your chin and wiped your lower face clean.

You glared at him, knowing better to try and escape his grasp. Moving your head was not the brightest decision. Ire strangled you as you turned your gaze to Levi. The short man stood a little far off from Erwin. Not close enough to hover over him, but enough that if you tried anything, he could wrangle you back. Not like you could because of his heavy hand.

Surprisingly, you weren’t quaking in fear. Your hips ached from his treatment, of him raping you. You weren’t going to beat around the bush. He violated you. Maybe it was because you were still out of sorts, but you only felt hatred towards him.

Levi matched your stare. Erwin attempted to catch your eye, but you didn’t back down. Sighing, the large man turned towards his companion. Levi broke his line of sight and pretty grey eyes shifted slightly right.

“She’s staying out here.” Erwin’s words were final.

Levi’s cheek twitched, “No.”

Erwin stood up and tried to loom over Levi. He merely glowered upwards and crossed his arms. Even with his height advantage, Levi did not fear Erwin. His biceps bulged and flexed. The t-shirt he wore clung tighter to his pronounced chest.

“She’s incapacitated. Y/n is not going to be able to do anything.”

Your mouth opened to give out a snarky response, that you most definitely could, but you clacked your teeth closed. Through the brain fog, you remembered you must be smart. As much as you could, you must think two steps ahead. Using your pathetic state to your advantage, you sunk into the cushions.

“She’s tougher than you think,” Levi seethed.

Those words spoken by anyone else besides him would have been a compliment.

“Well, I’m not moving her to the crate. Remember, Levi, she’s concussed because of your actions. Moving her could cause more problems.”

Levi shifted his gaze away from Erwin into the hall, and then back to him. “Fine, she can stay out here, but don’t be upset if I break your toy because she’s an idiot.” He glanced at you so the threat is also communicated to you.

How considerate.

Erwin simply hummed at Levi’s crass words. Going back to you, Erwin tucked you in further. “Let me get you a new ice pack.”

His knees crack while he gets up, groaning while lifting himself from his crouch. As he walked out the living room and into the kitchen, Levi closed in. Approaching you, that fear finally kicks in. Clenching your hands under the blanket, you braced yourself.

Sitting on the couch, his hip dug into your ribs. Leaning over, Levi put his arm onto the arm rest, caging you in. All you see and smell is Levi. Laundry detergent, a soft musk and a hint of lavender wafted from him. He had cleaned up from what you could assume was this morning. Erwin shouting you had only been here two days was your only sense of how much time had passed.

“Whatever you’re planning, don’t,” Levi muttered.

Gulping, you stumbled through the words, “I’m n-not.”

He leaned closer, nose to nose. The couch groaned from under him. “You are. I can see it in your shitty eyes. You get this look when you’re scheming.”

You tried to nod your head, adamant to deny his accusations, but you whimpered at the pain from moving your head. Your eyes clenched close as you felt the need to vomit again. Levi gently grasped your jaw and kept your head in place. From his touch, you snapped your focus up to him. You despised how cold water filled your system once again. His hand were so cold.

The sound of the freezing shutting with a loud thump startled you. Jumping, you never leave Levi’s ogle. Erwin’s feet stomped against the hardwood floor. His rumbling had Levi departing from you and going towards the other couch in the living room.

Coming back towards you, Erwin filled your vision. Compared to Levi’s stormy irises, Erwin’s were like a soft sky. Similar to a warm Spring day, the clouds whisked to a milky texture. Clear blues study you with a warm expression. Gingerly he placed the clear icepack with tiny, pink bunnies scattered on it, onto your forehead. The cold had you wincing both from the temperature and the fresh memories.

Considering you didn’t feel the ice cling to your wound, you noticed gauze covered your head wound. Cradling your face, his hand encompassing your jaw, Erwin stroked your cheekbone with his thumb.

“My poor little girl,” He cooed and bile raised into your throat.

In this state, he knew you couldn’t refuse and he definitely abused it. What you would give to pummel him until his face bled just like yours did.

Levi clicked on the television to fill up the space. Moonlight cascaded out the line between the curtains. The only light on in the living room was a dim lamp and now the television. Your eyes went to the screen but Erwin quickly directed your attention to him.

“No screen time until your head heals, doctor’s orders.” His eyes crinkled at the corners from his corny joke. Levi scoffed from behind him.

Finding no humor in this situation, you turned your head slightly left despite how much it hurt. You were just tortured, beaten and raped, and he has the audacity to joke . Like anything about this situation is funny.

Taking the hint, Erwin sighed and left you to sit next to Levi on the other couch. Together they watch TV as if all was dandy. As if they didn’t kidnap someone that was almost young enough to be their daughter. The TV buzzed in the background as you traced the pattern woven into the couch. Your eyes slipped closed.

Willing yourself, you chanted in your head, Don’t sleep too long, don’t sleep too long, don’t sleep too long.

~*~

Groggily you awaken again. Your body felt heavy and your head pounded. At least you didn’t wake up immediately sick to your stomach. Opening one eye, you surveillanced the room. Both the television and lamp were turned off, same with the kitchen light. The only light was the moon streaming in through the curtains.

Slowly you lifted your hands from your blanket and gripped the back of the couch to lift yourself up. Shakely, you were able to sit upright without throwing up. Peering around the couch, you didn’t spot anyone in the room. Barren of either man, you twist yourself to plant your feet onto the freezing floor. Ripping the blanket off yourself, you used the arm of the couch to pull yourself to your feet.

With great effort you were able to stand. Standing on your tip-toes, you walk towards the kitchen. On your way you passed the mudroom, but you ignored it. You were in no condition to try and run right now. It was stupid and you had no idea where Levi’s or Erwin’s room was. If it was right under the door you would be screwed. Plus, you wouldn’t put it past either man to have the door to be rigged with an alarm.

Going into the kitchen, you make a beeline for the drawers. Clutching onto the handle you were met with resistance. Confused, you looked down to see a lock on the drawer.

“Fuck,” you grumbled.

Walking to the next one, you were met with the same lock. Of course they weren’t stupid enough to leave any silverware easily accessible. Brushing over the lock, it was a padlock and there was no way you could guess the numbers. Abandoning the drawers, you looked at the cabinets to see the same thing.

Your jaw clicked as you bit down on your molars. Not ready to give up, you moved away from the kitchen and back into the living room. Standing in the middle, you put your hands on your hips as you tried to think of where to look next for your plan to work.

“What the fuck can I pick a lock with that they wouldn’t hide?” You whispered.

Tonguing your canine, you surveyed the room and your focus went to Erwin’s glasses. A smirk graced your lips. Quietly, you started the path towards his office. With tiny steps, you walked down the hall, careful not to make too much. The hallway was considerably darker than the kitchen due to the lack of windows.

A creak is heard above you from the second floor. Standing dead still, your eyes goggled at the ceiling. Listening for any footsteps, your focus bounced towards the other hallway you haven’t gone down as of yet. The whole time you were here, you not once went upstairs. That was completely new territory, and that scared you. You had no idea how close or far either of the men were from the stairs.

After a few moments of no other sounds, you continue back towards his office. The door was left ajar. Peering your head through, you don’t see Erwin inside. You sagged in relief. You assumed he went to bed, but you couldn’t be too careful.

Slipping through the door, gently you went behind his desk and spotted the screwdriver for his glasses haphazardly hidden in all the paperwork strewn across the top. Erwin tried his best to pretend he was organized, but he could never keep his papers in order. “It’s an organized chaos,” he would say. Luckily, his mess benefitted you.

You just prayed he didn’t think twice of them going missing. He lost them frequently anyway, this being the third set he bought. Clutching the tiny tool in your fist, you went to the door. Before leaving, you popped your head out the corner. Head whipped left and right. The silence oddly made you nervous.

Dread filled your tummy. Knowing you were on bided time, you to your dismay went down towards your room. The screwdriver was needed for when you were locked in the cage. Swiftly, you walked down the hall, focusing completely on the unexplored hallway.

Your room’s door was also left open. The carpeted floor gave you some confidence to not be so soft footed because of the creaky hardwood floors. Racing towards the crate, you shuffled inside. Glancing over your shoulder, you make sure no one stood outside the room waiting for you. Mainly Levi.

Deeming it safe enough, rifling through the stuffed animals littering the crate, you grabbed one in the middle swallowed by the others. Flipping it around so the butt faced you, you stabbed into the seam with the screwdriver. Ripping fabric filled the room. Peeking over at the door again, you bit your lips as a tiny hole opened with the seam. Making sure it was small enough to not cause any concern, you slip the tool inside. Wiggling your finger inside, you made sure you could grab it, you tucked in the tiny bit of open fabric. Squishing the plushie, you couldn’t feel the screwdriver inside.

Shoving it back where it was with no stuffed animal out of place, you crawl outside of the cage. As you emerged from the metal prison, the floors above you creaked again. You paused. After a minute, this time, slow footsteps followed the noise.

“Shit,” Your heart pumped in your throat.

You had mere seconds before whoever was getting out of bed, would round the corner and meet you in the hall. Rapidly, you come out of your room and run on your toes like a scampering gazelle. Down the corridor you went down until you met the living room. Not too far off, behind you light footsteps go down the stairs. It was Levi.

Basically launching yourself onto the couch, you cover yourself with the blanket. Rolling on your side so you faced the back of the couch, your breath caught in your throat as Levi emerged from the hallway and into the kitchen. He flicked on the small light, at least courteous not to accidentally wake you.

As he was preoccupied, you attempted to mimic a sleep breathing pattern. You closed your eyes and clutched onto the blanket, curling into a ball. Levi opened one of the bottom cabinets, near the sink and grabbed a kettle. You could only assume he was making tea.

Pulling the blanket closer to you, Levi stopped moving. Tensing, you waited for him to continue going about his business. More silently, Levi filled the kettle with water and placed a tea bag in with a plop. Waiting for the tea to boil, you listened as Levi made his way towards your form.

You most likely wouldn’t be punished for being awake, you could lie and say he woke you, but Levi wouldn’t believe you. Any thought you had, it was like he knew exactly what you were thinking. As much as it pained you to say, but Levi’s a highly intelligent man. Diligent, cunning and calculative. Nothing got past him and knowing you were attempting to deceive him had you terrified.

Cold fingers brushed against your forehead and you swallowed the flinch.

“I know you’re awake, Brat.”

Knowing you were busted, you turned around and stared at him.

“I heard you moving around, what were you doing?” Those words were the gavel sentencing you to your death. “And don’t lie to me.”

You bit your lip, you thought of a believable lie. “Testing the locks.” It was enough to anger him to steer him away from your actual motive.

Levi rolled his eyes at you, “Didn’t I say not to do anything stupid.”

You shrunk in on yourself at his belittling words. “Doing something stupid would be actually opening the door.”

He hummed at your words, his leer not leaving you. The kettle began to whistle and he hurried over to take it off the stove. Flicking the burner off, he left the kettle alone. You lifted yourself up and watched Levi glide to and fro to grab his midnight tea.

Exhaustion started to hit you, but you weren’t ready to sleep yet. Pinching your inner wrist, you forced yourself not to succumb to the drowsiness.

Levi grabbed two tea cups, pouring the tea an infuriating precise amount in both, neither more than the other. He handed yours to you and took a seat where your feet were. Not wanting to touch him, you scooted back with feet tucked near you. You balanced the cup on your knees and peered over it at the man enjoying his drink.

Yours remained untouched.

“I won’t apologize for what I did,” He spoke into the still air.

“I know.”

“Good. The faster you learn your place, the less… punishments will be dished out.”

Your nail scraped against the rim. A tiny, ghastly screech came from the porcelain. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

“I never do.”

He took a sip while the words ruminated. Gulping down the rest, he got up and took your cup from your hand. No comment was made about how you refused to touch it.

Going back into the kitchen, he poured the tea down the sink and put the kettle on the back stove burner.

“Don’t let me catch you up again.”

“What if I need to go to the bathroom?”

He clicked his tongue at you and sneered, “Then shit on the couch.”

With that he stomped out the kitchen and went back up the stairs. You listened closely for his door to shut. Still sat up, you waited and waited. After what seemed like eons, you moved slowly from the couch. More conscious of your movements, you got on the floor and crawled. At a snail's pace, you go towards the kitchen and to the cabinet Levi just used.

Gingerly opening the door, you smiled your plan worked. Annoying him on purpose so he was slightly distracted, Levi forgot to lock the cabinet. Opening it up, you peered inside. It’s filled with pots and pans, and there was no way to the other side. Shit.

Abandoning the cabinet, you closed it but didn't lock it. Movement was heard above you. You were seriously running out of time and Levi was onto you now. Crawling back out, you steer towards the mudroom where there was a small table with a drawer. There had to be a flashlight in there.

There were no footsteps to follow the movement so you continued on. Within the room, you leaned up on your knees and jimmy the drawer open. They didn’t lock this one. In the drawer it was filled with junk like old bills, a ruler, and most importantly a flashlight. Thanking Levi for his practicality, you grabbed it from the drawer and covered it with your hand. Clicking it on, your hand glowed from the light illuminating in your palm. It worked.

Nodding to yourself, you placed it back in the drawer and shimmied it closed once more. Mission complete, you go back to the couch and sink into it. With all the tools right where they needed to be, you can do step two of your plan.

A smile dared to cross your face.

Chapter Text

Playing it safe, within the time you were allowed to sleep on the couch, you dared not go forth with your plan. And thank god you didn’t since Levi got into the habit to come down stairs a couple times in the night. This was how you learned how much of an insomniac Levi was. Most nights he would leave you be and would make his tea. Though last night, he sat on the couch like he did over a week ago. Or at least you thought it had been. Time passed so differently here. All you knew was July quickly approached with the temperature rising.

A routine had been set. During the day Levi watched over you while Erwin kept up the facade of a professor. The couple days he came home late you quickly learned wasn’t because of paperwork, but taking Levi’s place to ‘keep people in line.’ Curiosity ate away at you to know what exactly they did behind the scenes. Though, for your sanity you didn’t ask questions.

Levi’s previous threat of you not being Erwin’s first stray never left your brain. How long before you were to be discarded like a broken doll? Or was Levi lying out of his ass to keep you in line? Try as you might, you couldn’t stop the questions swirling around your head. Even if they sent you in a frenzy, you wanted to be prepared for anything to happen.

But, surprisingly, everything lulled. Your head had gotten significantly better. You barely had any headaches now and you were able to watch the TV in small doses. Despite feeling better, you refused to let the two of them know how much better you were. Feigning weakness to feed into Erwin’s want to baby you and to have Levi get off your back, you played dead like a possum.

Sun slowly slipped down the sky like an exposed yolk. Twilight crept into the living room where you sat, observing Levi making dinner for you three. Over the course of the week or so you were recovering, you were able to eat at the table. When Erwin would come home late into the night, Levi let you sit in your own chair. Skeptical of him, you tried to subtly side-eye him, but he easily caught it.

“You’re not a child,” He had said.

His words were true, though you didn’t really believe him. Levi sure did treat you like a incompetent child. Especially when he let you eat by yourself he made a comment not to choke. You had gripped your plastic fork (he wasn’t stupid enough to give you something you could actually hurt him with) to conceal your rage. Maybe he said it to get under your skin. It only served to vex you more that it had worked.

Fiddling with the TV remote, you watched the cartoon displayed on the screen. So lost in thought, you almost didn’t hear the sound of the locks being turned. Head shooting up, you watched Erwin walk through the door, briefcase in hand. Exhaustion was apparent on his face.

Toeing off his dress shoes inside the mudroom, he walked further into the home. Walking past you, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. Perplexion physically formed on your face. Turning your body on the couch, you watched Erwin’s hunched, broad shoulders move towards his office. Glasses slipping off his face, from deep in the room you hear him throw them onto his desk.

Locking eyes with Levi, the man didn’t offer you any resolve, going back to stirring the food in the pan.

“Make yourself useful and set the table,” He called out to you.

Still confused, you followed the order, not wanting to ire the other man in the house. The couch creaked as you got up and shuffled over to the kitchen. Heart in your throat, you walked past Levi to reach into the cabinet. When everyone was awake, the men kept them unlocked. What really could you do with Levi breathing down your neck.

Opening the cabinet, you reached for three plates.

“Only grab two.”

Those simple words had anger grip you. You always forgot when Erwin was home what little autonomy you had, vanished. Sure, Levi had beaten and raped you, but at least he didn’t touch you since then. If anything it seemed he avoided any skin contact.

Moving your fingers to take the dishes, you clutched them in your hands and went towards the table. The resilient, but the stupid part of you wanted to break the plates and pierce Levi in the side of his throat. He could never touch you again, but his hands will be imprinted on you for a lifetime. You wanted to scar him as he did you.

You placed the plates on the table.

Sliding one at the head of the table and then one at side, you went to the drawers to grab cutlery. Forks and knives in hand, you repeated the motion. You did the same with the cups.

Standing in the middle of the dining room, you waited for an order. Unease settled in your gut. The routine had been broken. Erwin always acknowledged you when he got home and Levi never let you touch the dishes. Something bad was going to happen to you. They couldn’t have known your plan already, could they? You were only joking when you thought Levi could read your mind.

You tried to muffle your stuttering breaths. Nostrils flared, you stared at the ground with watering eyes. A panic attack about to overtake you, you wanted to vomit. You weren’t even here for more than ten days and you were on the verge of insanity. Such a small part of you wanted to go back to the old days where you considered the men father figures, but the bigger part wanted to slit their throats in their sleep.

Shutting down, you sucked in your tears and disassociated.

The burner flicked off with a click and Levi pivoted to look at you still staring at the floor. A haunting blank expression spread on your visage. He snapped his fingers in front of your face and you barely registered it. Slowly you looked up at him.

“What the fuck is up with you?” He gruffly asked, brow furrowed.

You shrugged, looking very similar to the petulant child he frequently called you. He opened his mouth to question you further, but Erwin lumbered into the room. His expression steely.

Still ignoring you, he grabbed his plate and put a hefty amount of the food onto the plate. With the filled water pitcher at the table, he poured enough water, it almost spilled over the brim. Following his movement, Levi grabbed his plate and put a significantly less amount.

“Princess, come.”

Beckoned like a dog, you hesitantly stumbled closer. Gently, Erwin placed you on his lap. Tugging you closer, you sat until your back was flushed to his front. Entangled in his form, you felt so tiny, so weak. One arm slung across your waist, the way his bicep flexed against your side, you knew Erwin’s strength. Like Levi, he could easily crush you.

Stabbing his fork into his food, he elegantly brought it up and wrapped his lips around it. After one bite, Erwin put his fork down and turned you around slightly. Grabbing the nearly spilling cup, he brought it up to you.

“Can you do me a favor and drink this all for me?” He posed it as a question, but you knew a demand when you heard one.

Gulping, you dared to ask, “Why?”

Blithely smiling, he said, “I can’t make sure my little girl is hydrated? We have to make sure you get better as quickly as possible.”

Uncomfortable, you squirmed and then hissed when his hand dug into your side. For some reason, your eyes bounced to Levi who watched on, eating his food without a care. Suspicious, you go to take the glass from Erwin, but he jerked it back and tsked at you.

Dropping your hands, you let him put the cold glass to your lips. Shuttering, you willed away the memories begging to surface. You were no longer in the basement, you were no longer in the basement, you were no longer in the basement.

Not realizing how thirsty you were, you swallowed half of the cup before trying to pull away. Erwin followed your head.

“Uh uh, drink all of it.”

Clenching your eyes, you wrapped your hands around his wrist to stabilize yourself. Quickly you consumed all the cold water that laid heavy in your stomach. Once the cup no longer sat on your lips, you gulped any air you could.

The glass clinked around the table. Rubbing your side as encouragement, Erwin poured more water into the cup. More nervous than ever, you tried to claw at the arm digging into your ribs.

“Have your tantrum now because I won’t tolerate it soon enough,” Erwin’s tone pierced you.

He had gone back to eating. After a couple of bites, he offered you some. Stomach already full from the water and anxiety, you turned away. Though he quickly gripped your jaw and forced you towards him. Hands free, you attempted to slap his wrist away. His fingertips squeezed your mandible until your mouth dropped from the pain. Shoving a forkful of food into the cavity, he loosely cradled your jaw to make sure you chewed.

Glare strewn across your face, you ground the food and swallowed. “I hate you.”

Erwin brought another forkful to his own lips and stared you down as he chewed. He looked at you as if you were a toddler throwing a fit. A simple, blank expression rendered you on edge. Those deep blues analyzed your very being. Tearing you apart to a molecular level to see what made you tick.

Unnerved, you kept your hands curled in your lap. Stabbing more food, Erwin brought the food to your lips after his bite. You tried not to think of you sharing saliva with the man. Throughout dinner, Erwin didn’t take a sip of his drink. Erwin kept feeding himself and then you until three-fourths of the plate was empty. The water left stagnant in the cup.

Pausing in his eating, he went for the cup again and went towards your lips. If you drank the water, you surely would explode. Already full, you felt the tickle in your bladder telling you you needed the bathroom.

“E-erwin I can’t. I’m full,” Instinctively, you put your hands up to stop him.

The hand on your hips snaked up to grab your hand and forced your head still. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

You wanted so badly to cradle your head, his hand right where your healing wound sat. Sniffling your resolve, you dropped your hands and parted your lips. Cold glass touching you again, you tried to float away from the kitchen to somewhere, anywhere but here. Tipping the cup forward, you forcibly swallowed down all the water.

Your throat bobbed as you drank all you could. Once the very last drop sat in your stomach, you coughed and tried not to gag. Placing a hand over your mouth, you breathed through the nausea. Water pouring into the cup once again had a shutter running through you.

Erwin rubbed your back as you hunched over. He went back to eating. Once you calmed down, he tried to feed you once more. You were so full, you couldn’t take anymore or you would actually throw up.

“Please,” You pleaded. It fell upon deaf ears.

“Eat.”

Blatantly sobbing, Erwin took the opportunity to shovel the food into your mouth. You had no idea what warranted him being so cruel to you. Did he really find out you stole his glasses screwdriver? And if so, why won’t he tell you why he’s punishing you now?

Spiteful, you go to spit the food at him, but he slammed a hand over your mouth. His large hand encompassed all over your lower face, even your nose. Smothering you, you still refused to swallow. With a free hand, his fingers massaged your throat triggering your reflex. Ingesting the food, Erwin released you.

Cradling your stomach, you sagged into Erwin, in pain. Your stomach stuffed to the brim and pushing on your bladder, you felt the need to go. Fear gripped you as you had an inclination he wouldn’t let you off that easily.

Taking the last bites of food, the man reached for the glass. Already knowing what was going to happen, you thrusted yourself from his form and jumped from his lap. If you drank anymore you would pee yourself. Not being able to handle the humiliation of doing that again in the span of less than two weeks, you struggled.

Easily, he spun you in his lap so you were back to chest. His elbow held down your body as he tipped the glass in your mouth. His other hand pinched your nose so you had to imbibe every last drop. Digging your nails into his forearm, you tried to shake your head, but you were immobilized.

Once the glass sat on the table again, you coughed and gagged. Erwin engulfed your face once more and forced your head into his shoulder. “You throw any of it up and we will do this all over again.”

He let you settle until your tummy stopped flipping. Levi at this point got up and cleaned up dinner, not saying a word through the whole thing. Plates clattering in the sink made you jump. Staring at the ceiling, you tried not to focus on your stomach pressed down on your bladder.

Deeming you ready enough, Erwin picked you up quite awkwardly. He lifted you with just the arm wrapped around your waist, feet dangling. Like a child carrying a disgruntled cat. Taking you into the living room that Levi already sat in, Erwin placed you in the middle. The coffee table had been moved to the side and instead there was a mat with a paw print pattern. The paws were raised. He had your body sink on the mat, your knees taking the brunt of it. Under it, laid a puppy pad.

Fuck.

Kneeling on the mat, Erwin came to squat in front of you. He grabbed your hands and placed them on your knees.

“This is punishment for what you did to Levi.”

Your head sprung up and you seethed, “I already was punished.”

“That wasn’t punishment, that was Levi unable to handle his emotions,” Levi clicked his tongue from somewhere within the room. Erwin continued, “I have been lenient with you since you were injured, but you clearly are well enough considering you poked your nose in stuff that isn’t yours.”

Moving your focus to Levi, you snipped, “Snitch.”

“Not my fault you’re stupid enough to think I wouldn’t tell Erwin,” Both his face and tone flippant.

“Oh yeah I forgot how you’re his bitch—”

Levi’s face turned thunderous, but Erwin promptly slapped you. He barely hit you with any of his strength for the sake of your head. The action still had you reeling as your gaze dropped.

Gripping your jaw again, he kept eye contact. “Don’t squirm or go to the bathroom for an hour and then you will be forgiven. You will be given one warning. Don’t make me repeat myself more than once.”

Fisting your hands until your nails bit into your palms, you weighed the outcomes of behaving or not. Erwin didn’t leave any room to fuck up, he didn’t even say what would happen if you were unable to do the punishment. Plus, the mat already hurt your bare knees.

Exhaling to steel your nerves, you whispered, “Okay.”

Stroking your cheek with his thumb, he reminded you, “No squirming or going to the bathroom for an hour.”

At that he departed from your form. A spectacle in the middle of their living room, the men ignored you for the movie playing. Back facing the screen, you could only guess what entertained them from sounds alone.

The want to wiggle plagued you. Your body already ached from your overstuffed tummy and the grooves of the mat digging into your skin. The pain was minimal, but it itched at you. How you wanted to curl in and hug yourself. The need to vomit still hadn’t passed. Spine straight as a pole, you could only assume his command not to squirm included not moving from where he positioned you.

From where you sat, you watched the men sit on the couch. Bare of you, Levi and Erwin sat at the same couch. They were on opposite sides with no indication of it being for any bad reasons. Levi didn’t seem like the type to cuddle or touch in general. Erwin was a man of poise. If he craved touch, he didn’t seem to be the type to make it apparent. Well, in a normal context.

Here, in this house, he could reign down all his desires on you as he pleased. No different than a man of faith finally led a stray. No longer ignorant and free from his charm, Erwin held no respect for anyone but himself.

Your focus stayed on the space in between them. If they were going to ignore you, you would do the same. Channeling your willpower, you refused to cave. Despite Erwin’s command, you could sense he wanted you to fail. To embarrass yourself as you did Levi.

Resting his cheek against his fist with elbow sat on the arm of the couch, Levi glanced at you. From your peripheral, you saw him leisurely drinking in your form. If you weren’t so stubborn, you would have snapped at him that he’s enjoying this. He must be. You were like this because of him, because of Erwin.

Erwin huffed out a laugh at the TV. Clenching your fingers even tighter, your skin pinched between your nails. You hoped you would bleed. Your thighs started to cramp from being in the same position for who knows how long now. Every second passed slowly, like in molasses. The sticky residue had you wanting to stretch your legs.

Tiny divots imprinted into you. You didn’t know what made you more angry, the mat having pawprints on it or Erwin picked it because of that. Maybe it’s Levi who did since he did have an infinity to call you a bitch or a dog. How much did they have this prepared?

While lost in your thoughts, you felt a small wetness begin in your panties. Instantly you clenched your thighs and stood up straighter. Alright so trying not to pay attention to your bladder didn’t help you at all. Now you were very conscious of it. You didn’t know if that made it better or worse.

Instead of the sting in your knees, your brain flooded you with the ache in your intestines. With it in the forefront of your mind, you wanted to move. When you clenched your thighs, your knees moved slightly causing the sharp edge to dig in your cartilage. Subtly as you could, you shifted to get some sort of relief.

Somehow Erwin caught it.

“First and only warning, Princess.”

Luckily Levi made no comment to tempt you. Steeling yourself, you bit your lip. Still refuse to give the men the reaction they wanted, you didn’t stray from the space in between them. With no idea how much time had passed, you didn’t know how much longer you had. You regret not counting in your head the seconds. Sure, it would have been agonizing, but at least you knew when to give up.

Time sat like this, unmoving like your quivering form. Your toes started to curl in on themselves from the stretch. Squeezing your lids, the cramps in your legs, back and now your feet almost broke you. Laying on the couch for almost a week didn’t help with your stamina.

Body coiled tight like a violin string, your bladder screamed at you. It laid heavy on your other organs. More dribbled out of you and you wanted to screech. Why of all days did your own body betray you? Were you no better than an untrained puppy? Most adults couldn’t even go without a toilet and yet you were here, almost peeing yourself no better than a child. You seethed and scolded yourself for not being stronger.

“Times up, sweet girl,” Erwin’s voice pulled you from your stupor.

Head springing up, you stared at him as if he was lying. Even with those words, you didn’t get up. In this position for so long, your body crystallized. Erwin got up from the couch to get closer to you.

“Can I go now?”

“Go ahead,” He smiled down at you.

Relieved, you raised on your knees to get up slowly, but he clamped a hand on your shoulder and forced you back down.

Confused, you tried to pry away his enormous palm. Slumped on the ground, you were no longer on your knees but your legs to the side of you, your hip digging into the rim of the mat. Your fingers worthlessly scrambled against his to pull them backwards.

“I didn’t move, let me go!”

“I don’t remember saying you could use the bathroom, just not to squirm or go unless you wanted a harsher punishment.”

“You freak,” You barked and raised your hand to punch him in his dick.

Before you could, Levi came behind you and stopped you before you made it worse for yourself.

“Let the poor girl go, Erwin. Honestly I really don’t want to clean up the mess,” Levi sounded exasperated.

Nodding, Erwin let you go and you scrambled away from him. Your legs were pins and needles, stinging as you awkwardly stumbled into the bathroom. No different to a fawn finding its footing.

Behind you, Erwin huffed at Levi that he was merely teasing you. You could almost hear Levi rolling his eyes at the taller man.

Ripping the door open and slamming it closed, you really wish the bathroom had a lock. Finally on the toilet, you let yourself sag until your chest was at your knees. Stuttering breaths erupted from your lungs. The stress of today weighed on you. Muffling your sobs, you refused to move, not caring your panties and shorts hung around your ankles. The ache persisted in your tummy.

The door opened and shut a lot softer than when you shut it. From the barely there footsteps you assumed Levi joined you. Tilting your head up with a tearful glare, his expression stayed stoic.

“Do you need help?” His eyes look at the toilet paper.

Scoffing, you grabbed it yourself, “Don’t fucking coddle me.”

At that, he crossed his arms and leaned against the door, trapping you with him. Realizing how exposed you were, you finished your business and shoved your clothes over your pelvic bone. Getting up from the toilet, you reached behind you to pull the band over your butt. You refused to let him see you naked ever again. Even if it killed you.

Going to the sink, you stared at each other from the mirror. Flicking the water on, you squirt copious amounts of soap in your hands. Vigorously scrubbing, you let muscle memory overtake you as you watched Levi like a prey animal. Water rushing filled the empty silence.

“You’re not doing it correctly.” Pushing himself off the door, he stood behind you.

Wrapping his arms around yours, he took your hands in his. Compared to Erwin’s hands, his seemed almost delicate. Long, slim fingers with slender palms but still littered with calluses. His nails were well manicured, but you could tell he’s a man that used his hands often. Despite this, his still engulfed and cradled yours.

Gently, with his chin over your shoulder, he washed your own hands meticulously.

“Didn’t I say not to coddle me,” You muttered, too tired to actually fight.

“I don’t think you are in the position to tell me what to do,” His voice tickled your neck.

Still staring at him in the mirror, you spoke, “I forget that’s Erwin’s job.”

“I know what you are doing. Knock it off.”

Properly scolded, you looked down and watched how the warm water washed over you both. Hands thoroughly cleaned, Levi released you to let you both respectfully dry your hands. Finished before you, Levi grabbed your annoyingly pink toothbrush and just as annoyingly strawberry toothpaste tube.

The mirror shut with a muffled pop. Confused, you watched on as Levi squirted a hefty amount of toothpaste on the bristles. Wetting it under the water and flipping it back off, his left hand grabbed your jaw and massaged it open. Scared of a repeat of only mere hours ago, you try to tilt your head away. Levi was quick to redirect you.

In the mirror, he placed the toothbrush into your mouth. At first you thought he’s going to gag you, but instead he gently brushed your molars. Eyebrows twisted in perplexion, your eyes go cross-eyed as you stare at the brush in your palate. Memories of your first day trapped here ran through your head. The whole reason why you were punished. He must have been testing you. To see if you would be stupid enough to repeat the same mistake.

This time you will keep your teeth to yourself. For now.

Through the mirror, Levi didn't drift from your mouth. Extremely thorough with each tooth, he moved from one side to the other. Foamy, strawberry flavored drool spilled from your mouth and down onto the sink.

You whimpered at the sticky saliva paint on your chin. Levi paid no mind to it as he pinched your jaw to open your mouth further. With dexterity, he moved to your upper row of teeth, scrubbing away any imperfections. Too tired to really fight, you wrapped your hands around his forearms.

“Spit.”

Listening, you bent over and spat the toothpaste into the sink. Bringing you back up, he spoke again.

“Open, tongue out.”

Warmth filled your face. His words in different context sounded so lewd. His face didn’t portray how his words sounded. Reluctantly, you let your tongue lull out. Hand still on your face, he simply brushed your tongue.

Going deeper into the cavity, you gagged when he hit the back of your throat. He paused, but continued on. He kept the same pace with your tongue, attentive. The brush went too far and you gagged again.

“Spit,” he repeated.

Still queasy from earlier, you gladly did. If he kept hitting the back of your throat, you were going to throw up and you didn’t want him to brush your teeth, again.

Not moving from you quite yet, he rinsed off the brush and put it with the others in the holder. Hands on your shoulders, Levi spun you around slowly. Your grip on his forearms loosening. Grabbing a cloth, he wet it under the water and brought it to your chin. Gently he wiped away any residue.

“Messy,” He absentmindedly commented.

Levi finally let his arms drop. Locking gazes with you once more, he seemed to be… pleased.

The thought had fire sit in your chest. You didn’t want to ever make that man content or pleased with you. The mutual hatred kept your sanity not snapping like a thread. But you couldn’t handle more, so you let it be. Picked your battles.

“Come.”

Pulling completely away, he opened the bathroom door and expected you to follow. Dejectedly you stayed behind him. Instead of taking a right, he went to the left, further down the hall. Right where your room sat.

Pretending to be scared to go back inside and a little spoiled, you grabbed the hem of Levi’s shirt. “Wait!”

He stopped and glared at the hand tugging at him. “What?”

“I don’t want to go back in,” You mumbled.

“Too bad. Erwin spoiled you enough.” Levi grabbed the hand on his shirt and tugged you further down the hall.

You stumbled a little at the pull, but stayed silent otherwise. A tiny smile flinched on your lips before you snuffed it. You dared not look anything but dejected, Levi could sniff out when you were lying like a damn bloodhound.

Light footsteps carried you until you hit your bedroom, nothing out of place. The cage door open, waiting for your arrival. Firmly, Levi brought you to the cage and stuffed you inside. While going in he covered the wiring so your head didn’t hit the metal. There was no need to injure you further.

He closed you in and locked you inside with a snap of the key. The same key you kept seeing. One a bolder, safer night, you will go looking for the source of it. It had to be your ticket out of here.

Crouched at the door, Levi observed you, eyes squinted. “I know you’re up to something, whatever it is, stop it. Erwin only played nice because he’s worried about your concussion worsening.”

“I’m not up to anything,” You glared back. Liar.

“We’ll see about that. Don’t come crying to me when your Daddy beats your ass black and blue.” And with that, he withdrew from your cage and left you alone. He flicked the lights off and shut the door.

Finally alone, you crumpled into a ball and grabbed one of the plushies. Muffling your cries, you sobbed and sobbed until there was nothing left. Hours must have passed as you no longer heard the TV and the light in the hallway didn’t creep into the dimly lit room. Your stomach no longer hurt, at least some of the food digested. A spiteful part of you never wanted to eat again.

No sound bellowed in the house.

Not even the creaking of a bed above you. Patience sure was a virtue, but so was persistence. You couldn’t handle one more night here than needed. Plus Erwin and Levi—well at least Erwin—would think you would be licking your wounds too much to try anything.

Tearing yourself from the blankets and stuffing holding you down, you turn behind you and grab the teddy bear. Sitting up further, you dug your finger in the hole and found the screwdriver still in there. Relieved, you shakily smiled with a quivering exhale.

Shuffling over to the lock, you squeezed your fingers through the gaps and twisted the lock closer to you. It would have been easier if you could get your hands in between the bars, but alas.

The hooked metal strained against the wires. Your fingers pinched the actual lock while the hand with the screwdriver shimmied the shaft far enough inside. Ear close to the mechanism, you listened carefully for clicks. You didn’t even know if this would work, but you could only hope and pray. Pray to any god or deity listening to hear your pleas.

Lids closed, you twisted and turned the screwdriver. You were scared of it not working, but you were more scared of the tiny tool breaking inside the lock. Pushing away the thought, you focused harder. You spun and pulled, spun and pushed, spun and pulled until….

Click. … Click, click, snap.

Springing up, you stared at the lock and tugged on it. It came off. Holy fuck, it came off. Pulling the lock out of the hinges, you threw it behind you on the blankets and pushed open the door.

In disbelief, you numbly crawled out of the cage and further into the room. Learning your lesson, you were more aware of your footsteps. Still crawling to the door, you placed your ear against the slab of wood. The house was still barren of sound. Not even a breath.

Cautiously, you twisted the door and peeked your head out to see nothing in the dark, looming hallway. Now or never, you slipped through the crack and crouched upwards. Low to the ground, you took soft, slow footsteps. Passing the hallway that led to the stairs, you never let it out of your view until you efficiently crossed by it.

Exhales heavy in your chest, you dared not breathe until you were out of its line of sight. The opening into the living room, had you gently release some tension. You stopped at the archway and put your back to the wall, your body facing the living room. Peeking a head out, there’s no one on the couch nor in the kitchen. Safe—for now—you tip-toe ran towards the mudroom.

Kneeling at the small table, you quietly pulled the drawer open and grabbed the flashlight luckily still there. Closing it just as gently, you make sure no one stood behind you. Still in the clear, you got back up and raced towards the hallway window that faced the neighbor’s home.

Crouched at the window, your hands sweaty and clamped around the flashlight, you prayed for someone to be awake. With shaking hands, you turned behind just to be precautious and then stopped stalling. Flashlight in hand, your thumb went to the button at the bottom.

You clicked it on.

Hushed and under your breath, you said, “One. Two. Three. One… Two… Three… One. Two. Three.”

With each number you flicked the light on and off. Three short bursts of light, three long bursts, and then three short ones again. You prayed you were doing it correctly.

“S. O… S.”

You repeated this five times. Not wanting to test your luck, you stopped after the fifth time. In the abyss of the night, the only indicator where the neighbors home was the porch light on. Your eyes focused on your reflection in the window. Chills had your skin raise and you whipped around to see no one.

Trusting your intuition, you were out of time. On a time crunch, you go back to the table, careful not to let your anxiety cause you to get sloppy. Placing the flashlight where it was before, the draw shut with some resistance. You snarled at the wood to fucking work.

Tears bubbling at the apprehension, it finally closed. Heart in your ears, you raced back to your room, not leaving your crouch. You were able to make it to your door when the sound of someone moving sent you in overdrive.

Not daring to look behind you, you slipped into the crack you left and closed the door gently. A soft creak had your shoulder hunch to your ears, but you didn’t dwell on it.

Crawling to your cage, you shut the door and fumbled behind you. Grabbing the lock with slippery hands, you shoved your fingers in between the bars and made sure the lock’s front faced away from you. Snicking it closed, pounding footsteps lumbered down the stairs.

Erwin’s coming.

Twisting around, you plunged the screwdriver into the teddy bear and shoved it in its place. The footsteps went towards your door. Terrified, you threw your head onto the plushies and cradled it to your chest. Tossing a blanket over you, Erwin quietly opened your door.

Clenching your eyes closed, you prayed he wasn’t as perceptive as Levi. The man didn’t come fully in your room. He stood at the doorway before closing the door again. His footsteps went back down the hall and up the stairs.

Your lungs whistled from how long you trapped oxygen in your alveoli. Despite the terror, you grinned into the stuffed animal you hugged.

You did it. You fucking did it.

Chapter Text

“Are you satisfied with yourself?”

Smoke plumed from the cigarette hanging from his lips. Nicotine clung to the air around you. On the other side of the bathtub, Levi sat with one arm sprawled on the rim and the other coming to pinch the cigarette betwixt his fingers.

The question was rhetorical.

Your teeth sunk into the pink rubber of the bone gag that had been forced into your mouth. Steam floated up from the water and stung your already bleary eyes. Sniveling, you tried to convey your hatred in your glare.

Levi lazily met your gaze. He didn’t care as you hugged your knees to your chest, refusing to touch him in the crowded tub. You attempted to shift your hips to take pressure off your stinging butt.

For some reason, you stupidly believed Levi wouldn’t touch you again. That fell on you and your ignorance. Despite him saying he didn’t like punishing you or in general, he still dished it out. And this time, he seemed to have fun humiliating you.

Taking another puff of the cigarette, he leaned his head back, the slope of his muscular neck on display as he blew the smoke up into the air. The adam’s apple bobbed as he sighed.

“You never know when to quit, do you?” He muttered.

Tilting his head back down, he stared at you from across the water. His legs were bent so his knees peaked out from the water, but had them spread enough that his ankles bracketed your own.

You kept your focus on his collarbones and not at the fact you could see everything in the clear liquid. It rippled from you curling in yourself further. How you wanted to reach behind you and tear off the irritating gag, but you didn’t want Levi to hit you again. So you ticked your jaw and refused to give him any response besides shooting daggers at him.

“Hate me all you want, but you’re the one that got yourself in this mess.”

3 HOURS EARLIER

To say you were on edge the next day after trying to signal to the neighbor’s would be an understatement. You had prayed that Levi or Erwin forgot about you and let you rot in the cage, but of course they were attentive towards their pet.

Erwin had to leave for work, but he wanted to see you off before attending to his academic duties and whatever awful things he did after. From the beginning of your stay, you were in the dark about what Levi and Erwin exactly did that caused them to need to keep people in line or specifically girls. Though whatever it was, you had an inkling it had to do with Erwin being able to kidnap at least another girl before you with ease and under the radar.

Visiting your room, Erwin bent down and unlocked you from the crate. Grabbing your arm, he ripped you from your only false sense of privacy.

“You’ll be a good girl today, right?” He smiled down at you, but you could hear the threat from a mile away.

Your knees still ached and had slight bruising. When you didn’t answer, Erwin gripped both your upper arms and bent down more so his face’s right with yours.

“Right?” He asked, again.

Calculating your response, you didn’t stray away from his obvious intimidation tactic. “… Right.”

Freeing your arm from his grip, he patted your head, satisfied. Subtly, you flexed and unflexed your hand repeatedly to get blood flow back to the limb.

“See you later, Princess.”

Throughout the whole interaction, Levi had leaned against the door frame, observing. Arms crossed, he stationed himself like a guard dog ready to pounce.

Erwin said his goodbyes to the other man as well and off he went, leaving you two alone. And so the pattern repeated.

Levi mostly left you alone, but within eyesight. When it was time to eat though, you refused to. What transpired yesterday haunted you. You sincerely didn’t think you could eat without throwing up.

Sitting at the table, you stared at the food before you Levi had made. As much as it smelled good with an assortment of spices, you had to hold off the nausea. Pushing it away from you, you kept your head down.

“Eat.”

Shaking your head, you dared not to see the face he made. Surprisingly, besides lecturing you once, Levi let you be. Once he finished, he came over and took your plate.

This continued for three days.

You barely ate and Levi didn’t force you to. Luckily, Erwin had been coming home late in the night, way past the time to wrangle you on his lap and force feed you again.

But your luck had run out.

Around six o’clock the locks twisted open. Deja vu gripped your system as you sat within the living room and watched Erwin come into the house. This time, he had a more chipper demeanor to him. You don’t know what scared you more.

Levi setting down two plates on the table were gunshots. You would take eating out of a bowl on the floor any day over this.

“Princess, come eat.” That was the bullet.

As if sensing your flighty disposition, Erwin walked into the living room and picked you up.

“Let me go!” You screeched and wiggled.

He squeezed you so tight you thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head.

“Don’t be difficult.”

“Don’t be a dick,” You barked, punching his arms to let go of you.

“Language,” The large man seethed, and walked towards the table.

Arms tight around your waist, you kicked up your free legs to plant your feet on the edge. Pushing against him, you didn’t let him sit down.

Shifting you so you were being held with only one arm, he scooped up your legs and bent you in half within his hold. You grunted at the strain of your muscles being stretched in an odd position. Heavily, he sat on the chair and it groaned from the sudden weight. On his lap, he released your legs and scooted forward so the table dug into your ribs.

“Do we need a repeat of a couple days ago?” Erwin’s voice brushed against your neck and you flinched back.

Huffing and puffing, you tried to assess what to do now. You don’t care what it takes, but you weren’t going to be spoon-fed like a baby. Hands gripping the table, you peered from under your brow to see Levi waiting for your next move.

Forcing the table back by a mere inch, you went slack and slipped out of Erwin’s hold. Slithering down and under the table, you quickly went on your hands and knees.

“Seriously?” You heard Levi fume, but exasperated.

Crawling under the table, you avoid where Levi sat and pushed the chair out. Stumbling back on your feet, you make a break for your room. If you had enough time, you could possibly block it with the dresser.

You made it about five feet before someone gripped your forearm and twisted you into their chest. Blindly, you raised a hand and slapped the person across the face. Seeing how far you had to reach, you knew you hit Erwin.

In shock, you held your breath as you stared at Erwin’s side profile. Blotchy pinks and reds already raised to the surface of his cheek. Scared for an entirely different reason, you gripped his hand and tried to pry the fingers away from your arm. A hushed scream ripped through you as he gripped harder, so hard the bone creaked.

Turning back towards you, his jaw ticked. His nostrils flared as he tried to control his temper. Those pretty blues morphed into something darker. Death in his scowl.

Erwin said nothing as he started walking with you still in his grasp. Your arm twisted at an awkward angle. Wincing, you followed closely behind his thunderous stomps towards the bathroom.

The door already opened, he threw you inside so hard you stumbled into the sink. Grunting at your elbow whacking against the edge, you watched Erwin slam the door closed. The knob twisted with a click.

Apparently the bathroom could lock, but from the outside. Just your luck.

Sinking onto the ground, you wrapped your arms around your head and tried to think. With no window in the bathroom, the only way out was through the door currently locked. Maybe with a heavy object you could break the knob off or if you had tweezers to twist off the screws you could leave. Though one would be too loud and the other time consuming. You were doomed.

Knocking your head against the skin cabinets a couple of times, you cursed yourself for being so stupid. Sure you were operating purely on fear, but you need to start thinking before doing anything. You were going to get yourself killed.

“Stupid fucking idiot,” You grumbled to yourself.

Your head shot up at the door being swung open with a loud thud. You didn’t even notice the click of the lock being twisted with the key. That damn fucking key.

Levi sauntered in, no indication of anything but coldness on his face. Closing the door behind with a thud, he marched to your crumpled form.

Fear gripped you. Scrambling back on your feet, you didn’t allow Levi the ability to kick you while you were on the ground, literally. On a more even playing level, you leaned back as he got in your face.

“I think you like being punished.”

Your cheek twitched in perplexion, “Defending myself isn’t liking to be punished.”

His hand shot out and gripped your face, “Since it won’t get through your thick fucking skull, I’ll spell it out for you. Whatever autonomy you had is gone so stop fighting for something that never existed.”

“I’m not going to roll over and let this happen—”

He cut you off, “And that’s the problem. You don’t get a say, not anymore.”

“Fuck—”

Before you could finish the words, Levi shoved two fingers in your mouth so far back you gagged. He pressed the digits down so your jaw went slack.

“Dogs don’t talk.”

Your hands went up to rip his hands from your face, but the one gripping your jaw gathered them up and held them to your stomach.

He pet his fingers over your tongue a few times, gaze never leaving yours. You whined as he kept toying with your gag reflex. Slowly he slipped his digits from your mouth, a string of drool following. Reaching behind him, Levi tugged something from his back pocket.

Mouth still open, he quickly shoved the pink bone gag in. Unable to protest, he released your hands and firmly fastened the belts to your head.

“Good dog,” He mocked. “Stay. Erwin decided you would go to bed hungry since you want to be a stubborn bitch.”

Sure you weren’t going to do anything drastic, Levi went towards the tub and flicked on the water. Moving the dials, the water came out with a trail of steam. Possibly a little too hot.

As the tub filled, he swiftly made his way back to you before you could even think to do something stupid. With little regard towards your plight, he stood in front of your sniveling form. Fists clenched at your thighs, you stared him down.

He matched your glare. Not breaking contact, his cold fingers tugged at your shirt, brushing against the slowly exposed skin. Already in enough trouble as is, you let him lift the shirt from over your head, raising your arms with it.

This process isn’t new to you. Levi had taken it upon himself to be the one to bathe you, never leaving you out of his sight. Completely clinical with how he washed you. Not one spot of your body was left uncleansed. Meticulous with his movements, he often rubbed your skin raw.

So you bit down on the rubber clenched between your teeth and let him take off the rest of your clothes. Folding your shirt, he placed it onto a counter, moving on to your pants and undergarments. As he slid down, he kneeled, tapped one ankle to step out and then the other. You felt pathetic. Where did your fight go moments prior?

Putting down your dirty clothes, Levi turned off the facets. Silence boomed from the lack of rushing water. His back still facing you, the incredibly stupid thought crossed your mind to push him into the water. Maybe if you were quick enough you could take the key from him. Rolling up his sleeve, Levi tested the water. Sloshing filled the room as he swirled the hand around.

Your feet softly pattered against the tile, barely a noise is made. Hands outstretched, your hands hover over his broad back despite his slight frame. Before he could turn around, you pushed.

A grunt is heard. Levi caught himself on the rim of the tub. No part of him got wet as his torso hovered over the water. Knowing you fucked up, you stumbled backwards.

Spinning around, a glower strewn across his face, he caught your wrist.

“I should have known you were being too smart.”

Fearful stubbornness filled you. Clutching the wrist holding yours, you tugged and pulled, anything to get the offending grip off you.

Through the gag, you tried to scream at him to release you. Nothing more than muffled gargles came up. Levi ignored your babbles.

Grabbing the back of your neck with his free hand and forced you over the rim of the tub. The porcelain dug into your hips as you hung over the water. From this position, he twisted your arm to sit on your lower back. You winced from your shoulder twinging, close to snapping out of place.

Your free hand instinctively tried to break your fall. Your fingers slipped against the bathtub floor, the hot water stung. Uselessly struggling against his hold, you took some of the water and blindly threw it behind you.

Levi cursed behind you, “God, are you fucking five?”

Through the gag, you smirked and huffed. Why is he surprised when they reduced you to acting so immature.

Shuffling closer until his crotch almost sat against your butt, he reached over to grab the hand splashing water. Contorting it to sit over your other wrist, he gathered them in one hand and held you down. Trying to jerk him off was futile.

The clanking of a belt being undone had your back tense. With more fervor, you kicked your legs out to get him off you, terrified of what he was going to do. He better not touch you again. You were doing so well, after these weeks, the feeling of him touching parts you rather remain untainted finally left.

Cursing him through the gag, you seethed and growled like the rabid dog he named you.

His belt snapped out of the loops with a harsh whoosh! Wrists still clamped together, he coiled the leather around the delicate bones, and pulled it taut until your wrists were properly bound. Levi shifted himself so he kneeled to the side of you, no longer between your legs.

You still kicked your feet out, confused and scared. Levi placed his knee on your right calf, pinning it to the floor. You groaned at his bone digging into the muscle.

“Do I need to bind your ankles, too?”

Tilting your torso up as much as you could to look at him, you rapidly shook your head no. You didn’t want to leave yourself anymore vulnerable.

“Look at the mutt being smart for once.”

You bit into the gag. Oh how you despised his taunts. He did it on purpose, he must with how his smokey irises glinted in amusement from your discontentment.

“Maybe this time you will finally learn, brat.”

Fingers splayed between your shoulder blades, he forced you down until you nearly face planted into the water. Before you could attempt to ask what he’s doing, he reared a hand back and spanked you.

A gasp left you and your eyes blown wide. Did… did he just spank you?

More perplexed than before, you tried to look at him but he drifted his hand to your nape and kept you down.

“Squirming will only make this worse.”

Whining, you attempted to get out of his hold, but he struck you again. Back arching—or at least trying—you screamed from the pain. God, he hit hard. Showing no mercy as he laid into your vulnerable skin. Your ass already burned. Your left leg wiggled, trying to do anything to deal with the agony.

He slapped the same spot again, right on your left cheek where your butt and thigh meet. Crying out again, Levi dunked your head into the water.

Panic filled you along with the water up your nose. Not again, fuck no, not again. As fast as you were under the water he pulled you from it.

“Quiet.”

Hiccupping, you couldn’t calm your ragged breathing. How were you supposed to be silent when his hand cracked your skin like a whip and is trying to drown you, again.

Nostrils flaring, your teeth sunk into the rubber. Your hips thrusted into the tub wall as he spanked the right cheek, closer to where your tailbone is. A scream left you when he struck you three times in succession. From the noise, he shoved your head back into the steaming water. The liquid seeped into your gag, forcing you to swallow it.

Eyes clenched, you shrieked when his hand hit both sides of your butt. Air bubbles broiled up to the surface as you tried to quell your wriggling. Finally, Levi forced you back up and you frantically tried to spit up the water, but to no avail. The gag blocked you from actually getting any proper oxygen. Thin snot poured from your nose as you gasped and sputtered.

“Pleath, pleath, I can’ph,” You pleaded through your gag, sobs wracking through you.

Levi submerged you once more and pulled you back. He leaned close to your ear, mocking, “Did I break you already?”

Blinking the water from your lashes, you met his teasing with a scowl.

Your brows quickly tented when he slapped you a little lower, fingers catching your folds. Nails biting your palms, you gave a gentle whimper. He kept his gaze. The knee on your calf, spread your leg further to gain more access. When he spanked you again, he hit your pussy dead on this time.

Shoulders hunching, a strangled noise between a moan and yelp caught in your throat. Try as you might, you couldn’t help how your hips bucked when he slapped your clit. Your ears heat up from how wet the spank sounded.

And of course Levi called attention to it. “Look at how soaked you are. Being spanked like a misbehaving child turns you on this much? You really are a bitch in heat.”

Frantically you shook your head, hating how your body betrayed you.

“No? I think you like this,” He paused to hit you again, attention solely on the nub. “I wonder if you can cum from being spanked alone. Should we test it out?”

Your squirming came back with a vengeance. “Mhph! Mhph!”

Silencing you, you are dunked once more. He kept your head under the water, so far down, your head bumped against the floor. Unable to do much, his deft fingers stroke up and down your slit, gathering the slick. His middle and ring finger circled your clit, barely any pressure. Your toes tried to find purchase on the slippery floor.

Slipping back up, his fingertips toy with entering your hole. Rapidly running out of air, your hands squeeze and release to pathetically find any way to free yourself. Your sinuses ached from being polluted, along with your lungs swiftly deflating. Even with your eyes closed, the world spun around you.

Just as you tittered towards unconsciousness, simultaneously Levi brought you back up, he shoved his fingers into your cunt. Your brain was a slurry of pleasure and affliction. You could barely catch up to the world around you, meaning you were completely limp in Levi’s hold.

As he held you up by digging his fingers into the belt of the gag, his fingers petted your walls as he did however long ago to your tongue. Coughing up the water only for it to go back down, you were rendered pliable. Wheezing came from your nose as Levi pulled his fingers out just to painstakingly thrust them back in. Slow to work you open. In and out, in and out. Your walls hugged the digits, wanting more.

Having his fill, Levi dragged them out with a squelch and went back to your clit. A little bit more firm, he tweaked the bundle of nerves. When you didn’t so much twitch, he hummed, satisfied.

Slapping your cunt, you jumped but were otherwise silent. Then he went back to laying into your ass. Your body jerked forward as he hit with more force. Clenching your eyes, you found the rest of the belt and clutched it, willing yourself to remain silent. Each smack brought you back to full alertness.

You tried to keep the sniffles to a minimum, not wanting to be brought under again. Whatever lesson he was trying to teach, you got it. You were far from broken—as he mocked—but you were tired, at least for tonight.

With no other way to indicate he won, you let yourself sag. The tension in your back and legs released. You trusted Levi not to let you fall. And he didn’t. With one more warning spank, he put all his power into the area where he could hit both cheeks causing you to cringe.

Fingers still threaded through the gag’s adjustments, he brought you up to his chest. You slumped against him, head on his shoulder. His hand snaked around to clutch your throat instead. Not tight, but not loose either, just enough to get the point across.

Looking up at him, he disregarded you. His own eyes showed no sympathy or regret. Pushing you off him so your head laid on the tub rim, he undid his belt.

“Get in the bath.”

That led you to where you are now, bottom and wrists burning. When you shakily crawled inside, Levi made work of his own clothes. Unable to do anything, you simply curled into a ball and let him get comfortable on the other side.

At some point he told you to fill the tub with more water and you obliged, not for him but because you didn’t want to be anywhere near cold water. He also tugged his box of cigarettes and lighter from his pants pocket, too impatient to go outside.

You’re the one that got yourself in this mess. The words he just spoke pierced you, and he could tell.

Cigarette dangling from his thin, perfectly pink lips, he spoke again, “You know I’m right, so stop glaring.”

That only fueled you to stare harder. Eyes locked with his, you willed in your brain for him to blow up. Alas, he only cocked a brow.

Reaching for you, you flinched back. He didn’t hesitate to still grab your shoulder and bring you closer. Your nose crinkled at your ass rubbing against the tile, irritating the raw skin. Turning you around to have your back face him, he planted both hands on your shoulders. His hands forced you back until your head laid against his clavicle. Your chin scraped against the water as his surprisingly rested on the top of your head.

Hands wandered down until his arms were tight around your waist. Every part of you was surrounded by him. Even if you struggled, you wouldn’t budge an inch. So you allowed yourself to sink into the plush muscle of his chest, ignoring how his dick laid against your back.

You watched the ashes from his cigarette fall into the water. The little embers swiftly snuffed. A tense silence hung in the air. Something plagued Levi’s mind, but you had no way to question him and you weren’t sure if you wanted to.

Another long-winded lecture about how you were stupid and needed to learn your place most likely. You knew your place very well, but how could he ask you to not at least try to fight. He acted as if it’s your fault Erwin took a perturbed liking to you. If it wasn’t you, then some other girl. Possibly one less bull-headed as you.

Though, you shelved away the thought and sagged further into Levi. He held you in the quiet of the bathroom, thumb stroking your stomach. For once in a long while you felt peace and that within itself filled you with dread.

Chapter Text

The neighbor’s must never be home. This you had deduced as you were sat outside soaking up the late July Sun. In the couple weeks following after Levi had spanked you over the tub, you had become docile. Well, as docile as you can be.

Out of self-preservation, you dialed down your abundant want to be anywhere but this damn house. Also Levi had kept the gag on even after your punishment was over and your jaw started to feel like it would fall off. So you listened.

It took two days before Levi trusted you enough to take the gag off besides when to eat and to brush your teeth. Trust would be a stretch since you both knew Levi didn’t believe an ounce of your obedient act. You weren’t necessarily trying to fool him or Erwin, you just needed time to recuperate.

If the shorter man of the two kept running you ragged you would never have enough energy to escape. Mustering up all your willpower, you bit your tongue and allowed them to treat you as lesser than. The routines were kept up.

Erwin would pick out your clothes in the morning as he took you out of the crate and kissed your forehead as a goodbye. An underlying threat in his sweet gesture when he told you to be good. Every single time he turned around you resisted the urge to throw the stupid pink, frilly clothes at his big head.

As if he sensed it every time, Levi would walk into the room and take the clothes. There he would lead you into the bathroom and help you—more so forcibly—get ready for the day. Nothing you did you were allowed to do on your own. The only luxury Levi offered was letting you eat without assistance. Other than that, he’s on you like a hawk.

They weren’t awful enough to only let you wear skirts or dresses, but the shorts bestowed upon you were still covered in lace and frills. You could only count your blessings, no matter how miniscule.

So there, you sat on the living room floor in a babydoll style shirt and short bloomers. Despite the hot weather, a shiver ran through your body. Today, Erwin had been home as it’s the weekend. On Sundays were the only days he allowed himself a break from work. So to your surprise, despite it being Saturday, he didn’t leave for his home office.

Mid-morning sunlight streamed in from the open curtains. After begrudgingly letting Erwin feed you, he guided you to the living room. Instead of leading you to the couch, he had you sit on the floor by his feet. Leaning on his knees, his form encased yours. Those deep sapphires bore into you.

“You have been so good lately,” The words were a statement, but his tone seemed questioning. “Good behavior must be rewarded, right, Levi?”

Erwin looked over your head to Levi who made his way to stand behind you. You were completely caged in. You did not like what those words meant.

“What do you mean?”

The huge man gave you a smile filled with mirth and something darker. He’s scheming. Two can play at that game.

“If you could have anything you want, what would it be?”

His words were a honey trap meant to lure you in with a sweet promise. The sticky nectar would only entangle you further if you weren’t careful or dared to move too far. You bit your lip in thought. Whatever you say had to be done precisely.

Not leaving his gaze, you meekly asked, “Anything?” He liked you small.

Teeth all on display, he grinned with chilling warmth, “Anything.”

Glancing to the Sun blaring through the window, you turned back to him, “I want to go outside.”

His face fell slightly before the skin jumped back up to mask his obvious discontent, but you continued. “Under your terms.”

Throughout this exchange, you dared not look at Levi. All confidence you had would vanish in an instant. He wore you down in all the worst ways. Your plan would shatter and disintegrate.

You longed to feel the Sun on you. This house grew boring quickly and each day you spent here, the more claustrophobic you felt. Desperation would be an understatement. Day in and day out were your rights as a human violated, treated as a pet or a toy or a child.

Those miniscule pings of trust they had in you, you were going to sap dry and leave this place. Whether it be in a ditch, body long since cold, or back in the warmth this merciless world offered.

“Our terms?” Erwin probed.

“I don’t even have to leave the front steps and I wouldn’t be alone either. All I ask is to go outside, just for a bit. Please?”

Both men are silent.

You vehemently refused to break eye contact with Erwin. At this point you are graveling, on your hands and knees to get your point across. You set up the board, and it is now their turn to move the pieces unknowingly in your favor.

Erwin did not speak more as he got up, knees cracking. You could only pathetically watch as he disregarded your proposition.

Levi still standing, never letting his focus on you waver. Finally, you rotate to him. His face didn’t portray anything. You were only left more confused than before. He said anything and you made sure to ask for something within reason. Should you have been more patient?

“Get off the floor, it’s dirty,” Levi broke you from your spiraling.

He did not offer a hand, but stayed close. Obeying, you got up and brushed the imaginary dust from your knees. You looked over to where Erwin retired to his office. You could only hope this didn’t set you back to square one.

~*~

The next day Erwin had returned to you, a little more chipper than you would like. He had his hand behind his back obviously hiding something from you. Breakfast spread across the table, Levi had gotten you up this morning instead of Erwin. The break in routine already had you on edge.

You had barely begun to eat when Erwin’s lumbering form emerged from the doorway and crossed over to you. Your eyes followed him as he came closer. He knelt before you, a hand grabbing one of your knees so your legs began the swivel of your body being turned towards him. Shoulder leaning against the back of the chair, you stared down at him in question.

“I gave it some thought about your request,” He paused to analyze every and any indication to what you were thinking, “It has been a while since you’ve been outside.”

His words were too good to be true. There was a catch. There was always a catch.

That same grin crept back onto his handsome face. From behind him, he pulled out a collar. The type you would put onto a dog. You stared at the pink, webbed nylon sat in his palm. The material was thick along with the width of the collar—it would easily encompass most of your neck. It seemed almost too bulky, but you didn’t question it. The front buckle had a lock on it. Its cutesy, heart shape mocked you.

“I also have a proposition to make. You can go outside and accompany Levi as he does yardwork, but you must be collared.” Erwin chuckled at your twitching lip. He knew you did not want that thing around your neck. “… Or you can stay inside.”

The with me stayed silent, but heavily implicated.

Your hands laid in your lap, right where his almost brushed against yours. You pondered what to do. Erwin knew you wanted so bad to go outside, but the thought of being collared like a dog disgusted you. Though this isn’t what held you back. It's you sneakily being tested to which man you would prefer. Of course, it would be neither, but Erwin’s a man of mind games.

Not caring how much this would offend the man before you, you muttered from your place above him, “Outside.”

At that, he stood to his full height, establishing the power once more. Your head followed his motion. Gently, he moved your hair from your neck and brought the thick collar around your neck. You flinched from the cold metal biting your skin. His deft fingers threaded the nylon together until the collar sat firm on your throat but not enough to constrict your breathing.

Stubbornly, you stared at his stomach and not up. Two of his fingers went under the collar and tugged on it. Glancing up instinctively, Erwin nodded to himself in satisfaction and then stepped back.

From behind you, Levi cleared his throat. You jumped as he grabbed his plate and set it into the sink.

“Come. Put your shit away and follow. We are wasting daylight.”

Eager to get out of this stuffy house, you rinsed off your plate, the rushing water sharp in your ears. Cutting it off, you stepped in tow with Levi. In his hands were a leash, a contrasting black leather to the pink entangling your throat.

As Levi stepped into his work boots, you stared at your socked feet. You didn’t have any shoes.

You expressed this to the man crouched down, tying his laces together.

“You don’t need them.”

“But then my socks will get dirty,” You argued.

His eyes sharpened into a scowl. Muttering under his breath, he opened the closet keeping the coats and bent down. He emerged with a pair of old slippers, and tossed them at your feet.

“There, spoiled brat.”

You opened your mouth to counter that you didn’t care about dirt, but you knew he would kick up a fuss like the grouchy old man he was, though decided to clack your teeth together. Getting the last word wasn’t worth whatever he dished out.

So you slipped your feet into the flimsy shoes and waited for Levi to finish unlocking the door. He swung the door open. Sun kissed your dull skin. You closed your eyes and took in the humid air from the summer light. A stray, white butterfly fluttered by you. You smiled. Somewhere someone had been thinking of you—or at least that’s how the superstition went.

Shuffling off the porch, you didn’t wonder too far from Levi. He didn’t give an instruction you were allowed to free roam and the leash clutched in his finger didn’t give any indication he wanted to. Across the plush, green grass, he brought you back to where he had drowned you with the hose.

The pavement suffocated both you and the grass begging to creep from under its oppressive weight. Your skin crawled as cold flooded your veins. Soon your blood ran a clear, icy water. The thin liquid filled you to the brim until you tilted your chin up to avoid the impending flood.

Levi snapped his fingers. “Hey, Hey! Brat, wake the fuck up.”

Shaking out the water from your ears, you stared blankly at the man. “Huh?”

He jabbed a finger into your forehead, “Are you listening?”

Your confused expression must have given away you indeed hadn’t been listening. He sighed, and stepped further into your space. Hooking the latch on the leash into the ring on the collar, he gave it a small tug. You stumbled closer, a hand gripping his sturdy forearm for balance.

“Sit.”

Shoving you down, your knees landed on the soft ground. To the side of you was a hook emerging from the grass. Stuck into the dirt sat a stake perfect for your leash to be threaded through.

Levi crouched right next to the hoop and tied the leash tight so there was no way for you to tug it free. You observed intently about how good Levi’s at tying knots. It made you shutter.

Still close to you, he pulled his fingers through the collar as Erwin did, but with more force. He tugged you to him so you collapsed on your hands.

“Don’t ruin this for yourself.”

You said nothing. Those steely irises pierced into your psyche. It scared you shitless how easily he read you. Stupidly you would forget how intelligent this man was.

Releasing the collar, he pushed you from him and walked over to the basement door. With ease he hauled the left door open. Your shoulders hunched at the screeching metal. From over the door, he gave another threat.

“I will be out faster than your shit brains can think of an idiotic plan. Stay. Put.”

God, did he grate your nerves. Maybe you could find a rock to chuck at his head, then he’ll see how fast he can give snarky remarks. But with how he is, he would simply catch it and then bash your brains out of your skull.

Despite his warnings, you scanned the area for what you desired. Levi’s soft foot-falls dimmed with each step he took further into the basement. Scrambling, you tugged at the stake to no avail. Instantly giving up, you glanced around for anything else. You looked up at the window to see if Erwin’s watching. The coast’s clear.

Crawling to the loop, you desperately clawed at the leash to unravel it. Growing more frustrated in your time crunch, you unhook the leash and more easily untie it from the stake. Just in time you are able to free the leash.

Clambering over to the basement door, you don’t even peer over it to make sure you don’t hit Levi, you push it down. It slammed shut with an audible rattle. Levi’s shout is muffled.

Working quickly, you sat on both doors while you looped it over and over the leash through the handle. Tripling knotting it, you ignore Levi pounding against the metal. His pushes lift you off the door for a mere moment, but it’s enough.

Trusting the knots were secure, you scampered off the doors and ran full force into the woods. The leash would only stop Levi for so long as he would surely give up and go through the other doors. All you needed was to get to the neighbors who couldn’t be more than a mile away considering you could see their house lights.

Ten minutes. Ten minutes was all you needed to escape this hellhole.

Erwin must have seen you too at this point, but you weren’t too worried about him. He would never do the dirty work himself.

The tree-line just broke when searing pain coursed through you. Crumpling to the ground with a piercing screech, you clawed at your throat. Your fingers scrambled to get the collar on your throat off you as it sent more electric shocks through your body. You could barely take in the trees surrounding you. Writhing in the dirt and broken twigs, you cried and pleaded for anyone, anything to stop the pain.

Your legs pathetically kicked out as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. As the oxygen rapidly left your lungs—choking on your own foaming spit—you gasped when it returned. You couldn’t even turn over to breathe in properly. Only twitch and cough on your own saliva.

Your flickering lids peer upwards to Levi standing over, visibly annoyed. A remote sat in his shaking fist. His shoulders heaved from both anger and exertion. Glancing at the basement doors still tied up, he must have run through the whole house just to get to you.

He dug his heel in your stomach, “Didn’t I say to stay put.”

You couldn’t even rebuttal or try to get him off you. All you could do was accept his cruel treatment, how his foot went upwards to crush your rib cage.

Relief filled you as he took off his foot, but it’s short-lived. Leaning down, he grabbed the back of the collar and lugged you through the dirt. Coughing, you frantically gripped behind to offer some sort of reprieve. The collar dug into your larynx and the raw skin.

Weakly your heels scraped against the ground to stop him from hauling you to wherever you were going. Along the way, you lose one of the slippers. Crossing the yard, you gagged at him shoving you further up. Your nails tilled the grass beneath you. You grunted as you went up the step on the porch. Bruises would definitely litter your back after today.

Kicking open the door, Levi dragged you through the mud room and into the living room to where Erwin sat patiently. The shorter man dumped you at his feet.

Growling, he pointed at you, “You deal with her or else I’m going to slaughter your little princess.”

Stomping back out the house, he slammed the door so loud the house shuttered. Erwin paid him no mind as he stared down at your gasping form. You wanted this damn collar off, off, off.

He gripped the hand that tugged at the lock, he tutted, “Uh uh, bad girl.”

With your hand still clutched in his palm, he pulled you up to sit in his lap. Sagging further into the recliner, he hugged you close to his chest. Too strained to resist, you let yourself be cradled. Ever so doting, Erwin slipped the slipper still attached to your foot off and dropped it somewhere on the floor.

The heavy hand on your hip stroked up and down. He kept his hand over the clothes, his touch never straying.

Your body knew the danger you were in, but your brain had been fried, scrambled to bits. Tense in understanding, you couldn’t completely fall into his embrace. Your tendons awaited the next shock. You don’t think you could ever be able to relax again until the collar came off.

Your breath brushed against the skin of Erwin’s exposed collarbone. “Am I- am I in trouble?”

“I think you learned your lesson already…” His words hung in the air.

“But?”

“Sleep. You need the rest.”

Tears softly spilled, staining his shirt. He may think you were disciplined enough, but did Levi?

Erwin smiled when you curled further into his embrace. Just for a moment, naively believing the words he was a passive bystander of your punishment, and not the executioner.

Chapter Text

Furious shouting roused you from your light sleep. Blinking at the sun flowing from your open curtains, you strained your ears to hear closer.

From the voice alone, you knew Levi had been the one yelling. The seething, piercing words were too uncharacteristic of Erwin. His anger was more a biting frostbite rather than a scathing, festering burn. You could barely make out the words Levi grumbled. Since Erwin didn’t reply back, you could only assume he had been on the phone.

You winced when an audible, “Are you fucking brain dead?” rang throughout the house.

His anger terrified you. This past week had been nothing short of torture. Neither men mentioned or acknowledged your little escape attempt. It had been suspiciously swept under the rug. As if you accidentally dropped a cup rather than you trying to claw your way from their unrelenting grasp. Too scared to make the wrong move, this whole week you didn’t crawl out of your crate to signal towards the neighbors.

One thing for certain was that the collar hadn’t left your throat. Even when you were bathed, not once had Levi peeled it from your neck. The threat that he would fry you in the bathtub, killing you in the most agonizing way possible didn’t need to be said.

As Levi’s shouting increased, the bedroom door creaked open. In came Erwin with an ever present pleasant look on his face. He did not seem phased by Levi’s screams or what caused his ire.

“Good morning, Princess,” Erwin smiled, not even flinching when something crashed behind the door followed by a string of curses.

Your eyes bounced from the door to Erwin. You counted the days and from what you gathered, today’s Friday. Though Levi nor Erwin made any effort to follow the routine established. You shrank further into your crate.

“You’ll be spending the morning with me instead,” At your nervous look, he reassured you, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you just as well as Levi does.”

Erwin walked further in, key in hand. Unlocking the crate, he leaned down and gently grabbed your forearm and tore you away from your sense of comfort. How gently Erwin had been treating you only furthered your suspicions. Even Levi had been oddly reserved. He rarely hurled insults or condescending lessons about how idiotic you were. You were driving yourself insane waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Maybe this was the rest of the punishment Erwin alluded to. The psychological warfare of not knowing. To be constantly left in the dark, them playing god. Your life sat in their hands, theirs to spin and toil within their unforgiving palms.

The lumbering man departed from you to go to your dresser and closet to pick out your clothes for today. You idly stretched your tightly coiled muscles from being crammed into the crate all night long. Satisfied with his choices, he walked back to you. Today he chose a skirt with a ruffled tank top. His large palm slipped down your spine to rest on the small of your back. You shivered at the burning warmth.

“Come, little one.”

The door left ajar, his free hand opened it more to steer you towards the bathroom. Vomit crept up in your throat. As Levi had been occupied that meant Erwin would be the one to bathe and brush your teeth. Erwin hadn’t seen you naked since your first day here. And in that vulnerable, lucid state his hand had wandered even for a brief second. Despite what Levi had done to you—ultimately, significantly worse than Erwin has physically done—you preferred Levi. At least in the tub his hands never wandered, everything stayed clinical. You knew one day Levi would breach that line, but for now, you knew you were safe. Or at least had the illusion of it.

Surprisingly, Levi was predictable. Erwin was anything but. A master of mind games and composure. You didn’t know what could push him to the edge. What made him tick. Levi despised disobedience and lack of control. Erwin would smile at your insolence with that chilling simper, like you were a stupid child throwing a tantrum. Without any words he knew how to make you little, insignificant, weak.

As you crossed further down the hall, you spied Levi through the archway, pacing between the kitchen and living room. His phone still in his hand, he stayed silent, listening to what’s reported over the other line.

“You didn’t think to watch those labeled as feral?” His voice didn’t lose any of its verocity. He’s silent for a moment before continuing, “They have microchips for a reason, you fucking idiot, use it.”

Levi made eye contact with you and scowled further. He walked further into the kitchen while Erwin directed you into the bathroom with a firm push. Apparently you heard more than you were supposed to. You were confused about what they were talking about. The more they spoke about whatever business they were a part of, the harder it became to decipher. You knew it couldn’t be legal but how morally skewed it could be sat heavy in your stomach. When you were first kidnapped they talked about cargo and girls not adjusting. If what they did to you, they were doing on a wider scale had your throat closing up.

You stood in the bathroom, the door behind you clicked. His hands moved between your shoulder blades to bring you closer to the sink. He placed the clothes on the counter. Spinning you around, Erwin tucked his hands under your armpits and lifted you onto the counter with ease. At this point, you didn’t know why it shocked you the strength he possessed. It didn’t comfort you.

“Sit tight,” He cooed.

Walking over to the tub, he started the bath. He grabbed the sweet, strawberry soap and poured it in with the rushing, warm water. You waited for the panic to build up at the sound, but oddly your heart stayed stagnant. You filed that information away for later. Not ready to process that information.

As the water filled the tub, Erwin came back and resumed the routine Levi had set up. You watched in apprehension as he grabbed the toothbrush and sickly saccharine toothpaste. Gently, he grasped your jaw and dug his thumb into the divot to force your mouth open. He didn’t even offer you the opportunity to be stubborn. Your mouth agape, his hand naturally moved down so his palm cupped and encompassed your throat.

Back slightly hunched to get a better look, Erwin stared intently at your teeth, just as thorough as Levi. Light pink, almost white foam started to fill your mouth, but he made no move to let you spit. The foam slipped down from the corners and onto his hand.

“What a messy girl,” Erwin’s voice lilted.

You might actually vomit.

Pulling away, he let you lean over to spit. Bringing you back up, he grabbed your jaw again. “Tongue out.”

You scowled, “I know what to do.”

He raised a thick brow at the sudden attitude. “I’m sure you do.”

Knowing it’s better to just get it done and over with, you let your tongue loll out. Satisfaction spread across Erwin’s face. When he brought the brush to your tongue, you were half tempted to rip it from his hand and stab him in the eye with it. Mentally shaking off the intrusive thought, you let him scrub your tongue clean.

You dared not make eye contact with him. Staring at his prominent nose, you intensely ignored how his eyes bounced up to yours. You despise the tension he created. Noticing that you wouldn’t look at him, he sighed and pulled away. Bent over, you spit once more. He turned on the sink and ran the brush under the water. He tapped the plastic against the porcelain with a tink, tink and placed it back into the pink cup.

As he turned off the faucets, the lack of running water left the silence deafening. You went to get off the counter, wanting at least some sort of autonomy, but Erwin quickly stopped you. Grabbing your hips, you instantly bristled. Standing in between your legs, he stapled you to the counter.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” You snapped back at him. Why was he making this so difficult?

“Do you give this much trouble to Levi?”

You sneered, “I’m not giving you trouble. I’m getting off the counter so I can get in the tub.”

He chewed on your words. Processing how your mannerisms were set by how Levi treated you. “I expected Levi to be more hands on.”

“No, he actually treats me like an adult,” You barked.

His fingers dug into your hips. Traveling downwards, his fingers crept under the loose material and made contact with your bare skin. “Is that what you want? To be treated like an adult? I don’t think you like what that entails when it comes to me, Princess.”

Sweat dripped down your back as that nausea came back tenfold. His large hands went up, grazing your flesh, sitting right under your breasts. Tears threatened to spill over. You stared at the older man in front of you with deep contempt. You both knew what he meant. Sure, he could give you some wiggle room to be treated like the grown up you were, but that meant he could be more self indulgent.

“So what will it be?” He already knew the answer.

Sagging into him, you rest your head against his shoulder. Tilting his chin down, he kissed the crown of your head. Going back down, he placed his hands on your waist and lifted you off the counter. Stepping back to give you room, the offending hands grabbed your shirt.

“Arms up.”

Begrudgingly, you listened. He lifted the material off you, folded it and threw it into the hamper by the tub. You noticed how different the two men were. Erwin was a man of elegance and poise, every move meticulous. As if he thought out each and every move and word he spoke. While Levi, naturally carried himself with particular grace. 

You crossed your arms to cover yourself.

“Uh, uh, none of that,” Erwin scolded. He grabbed your arms to bring them down and you struggled, hating to be so exposed to him.

Just as he tugged your arms away from your chest, the door creaked. Peering over Erwin’s shoulder, Levi strided into the room. The anger still radiated off him in pungent waves. With Erwin’s hands gripping your forearms, you knew exactly what it looked like. You flinched away, not wanting his anger to be directed towards you.

The panic snuck back up. This is it. He was finally going to fulfill the full punishment in mind. He was going to shock you again. Shock you until your brain fried so you wouldn’t even think to run away again, or better yet think at all ever again. A perfect housebroken pet.

Your chest heaved up and down as you get lost in your head. Fear encased you in its riptide. Just as you were about to burst into tears and babbles of apologies, Levi broke his gaze.

Turning towards Levi, Erwin let go of you and brought his full attention to him.

“Any updates?”

“Yeah, no one knows how to do their fucking jobs. I need to leave for the day to clean up the mess.” His tone pinched, clearly irritated.

Erwin hummed. Not entirely displeased with the information given to him. Even as he talked to Levi, his touch didn’t once leave you. A hand wrapped around your wrist, not letting you cover up still.

“Do have fun with that.”

Levi raised a brow, “You got everything handled?” He glanced at you and then back at Erwin.

He dropped your wrist to pet your head, stroking your hair. “She’ll be on her best behavior. Right, Princess?”

You nodded your head. The threat hung in the air.

Levi stared at you suspiciously, those grey irises piercing through you for any deceit. When his phone rang again, he decided to let it go.

Picking it up, he growled, “I’m coming, calm your shit.” With one last sneer, he stomped out the bathroom and slammed the door closed behind him.

Levi gone, Erwin brought his attention back to you. Going back to your shorts, he tugged them down along with your panties. You clenched your fists to resist the urge to cover yourself. Kneeling before you, he tapped each ankle to have you step out of the garments.

Throwing them into the hamper with your shirt, he guided you into the tub. Clutching your hand in his, he helped you in case you slipped. Sinking into the water, you let the warm liquid wrap around you. Disappearing into the bubbles, you blew away the foam floating towards your face.

Erwin sat on the edge of the tub, his gaze morphed into something soft, content. Unable to help himself, he stroked your hair once more. You were everything he ever wanted and he had you right in his palm. His darling girl, he waited so long to have you with him.

“Come on, let’s get you washed up. It’s not every day I get to have you all to myself.”

You gulped at his words. Reluctantly, you forced your back straight. The soapy, milky water no longer covered you. Dejected, you stared at how the white bubbles swirled in mini galaxies. Your body swayed with each movement of Erwin scrubbing you clean. He had been admittedly softer than Levi, but each lingering touch had you trembling.

In no time, he had finished washing you to his contentment. Unplugging the drain, he pulled you out and dressed you for the day. He would purposely brush his fingers against your flushed skin while Levi seemed like he couldn’t dress you faster. You couldn’t help comparing the two.

Finished, he led you out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. He lifted you up by your underarms again, this time on the counter by the stove. You felt more like a doll than a human. You were Erwin’s favorite toy he dragged to and fro.

Sat on the cool marble, you didn’t stray from Erwin cooking you both breakfast. He moved around with ease. You never took him as someone who enjoyed cooking, but you were proven wrong. Sometimes you forget he’s indeed a human who needed to eat and had interests. To you, he seemed above all that.

“You’re staring, Sweetheart,” Erwin smiled, not taking his eyes away from the pan.

“I didn’t think you could cook.”

Amusement strewn across his face, “Do I seem that incompetent?”

“No, just arrogant enough to have someone else do it for you.”

Surprisingly, he chuckled. You expected him to be more stern with you, intolerant to your sass. Though he took it in stride. If anything he loved bantering with you. He wasn’t a complete tyrant, or at least he thought so.

Nothing made sense. Anytime you gave lip, you were always quickly punished since being kidnapped. They were confusing you. This had to be a trap, some sort of ploy to get you to lower your guard so they can strike when you least expect it. Your nails throbbed from digging into the counter, anything to ground yourself.

As you silently spiraled, Erwin picked you up and placed you on a chair. Apparently, he had already set the table. Sitting next to you, he turned both your chairs so you faced each other enough for him to feed you.

Erwin left you no room to turn your head away as he kept a firm hand on your nape. Flashbacks to being force-fed until you were begging for no more pounded in your mind, you opened your mouth. Unable to look at him, you kept your focus on the kitchen table.

There.

There, sat on the table could be your way out. Levi had forgotten to hide his migraine medicine. From the container, you could tell it’s over the counter, but depending on how much is left could be your ticket out. No, you didn’t have any thoughts of suicide—you refused to die here—but if you took enough to land you in the hospital, it would be your chance.

You didn’t stare longer than a second, not enough for Erwin to also notice. So you played along, you would open your mouth every time he gave you another forkful. You still didn’t make eye contact, but you let him have his fun. Anything to distract him.

“What a good baby,” He crooned, his hand massaged your nape. You fell limp.

Finished eating, his hand slipped from you and got up to put away the dishes. With his back turned, you swiped the tiny bottle. The tap tuned out the rattling of the pills. Hastily, you uncapped the lid and saw it had been half full. You dared not to hesitate as you down the pills. Shivering at the bitter taste, you tried not to gag as they got caught in your throat. Grabbing your untouched cup of orange juice, you chugged the liquid.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your gag reflex. The little, white pills burned going down.

“What did you do?” Erwin shouted.

He turned around to see the bottle bouncing on the ground and you hunched over.

You frantically got off the chair and put some distance between the two of you. Erwin bent down to grab the bottle to find out exactly what you took. His eyes widened at the sight.

Wasting no time, the huge man marched his way to you. He harshly grabbed your arm, tugged you close to him. His scowl showed his age.

“Throw up.”

You quickly shook your head, scared that if you talked you would do just that. He gripped your mandible and forced your jaw open.

“Throw up,” He repeated, a sneer on his lips.

“Take me,” You forced a gag back, “to the hospital.”

He coldly stared at you. Spinning you around, he slung an arm around your waist and forced you over the sink. The hand on your jaw jammed his fingers down your esophagus. He purposely touched the back of your throat. You gagged around his fingers.

Not wanting to vomit, you bit down on his fingers but he only grabbed your waist harder. Shoving his fingers further, you gagged again and vomit rushed out. Ripping his fingers out before any expelled onto him. He squeezed you as you retched the pills and food up. The rancid smell triggered another vomiting spell.

You continued to cough and spit until you couldn’t anymore. Tears spilled down your cheeks, your lips were numb and your brain pounded in your skull. You sagged against the sink. Shoulders heaving from the strain, saliva dribbled out from your bottom lip. Erwin flipped on the faucet, the vomit washing down with it.

Above you Erwin seethed, “Are you happy with yourself.”

Tears still in your eyes, you started to laugh. Of course your plan didn’t work in your favor. Nothing ever does. Cackling harder, you dropped your head to rest against the rim of the sink.

Departing from you, Erwin went to grab his phone. You slipped down until you sat on the ground. Spinning around, you rest your back against the cabinets. The giggles trailed off until you were completely silent.

Erwin’s frantic voice became mere background noise as you stared at the useless, empty pill bottle that rolled under the table. Coming back into view, Erwin crouched in front of you. All warmth had left his face. Those haunting blue irises peered into you.

“You never know when to stop, do you?”

Refusing to answer, you lolled your head to the side.

He quickly grabbed your hair and forced you to look at him. “After all I have done for you. Why must you be so stubborn?”

“Why do you think!” You heaved, voiced strained.

His face turned cold as marble. “I thought after last week, you would have finally learned, but we have been too lenient, especially me.”

Tugging you up by your hair, he dragged you to your room you had been in only a couple hours prior too and threw you into the crate. He locked it as you were slumped across the plushies. Standing up to his full height, he stared at you in grim disappointment.

“Think about what you have done. Levi will be home soon.”

~*~

The sound of the front door slamming closed awakened you from your unsuspected slumber. As you stewed in your own anxiety from Erwin’s thinly veiled threat, your body finally shut down from all the stress accumulating the past few days. Plus you have no clue if all the pills left your system. You could only hope your half-assed plan was what did you in.

Light poured in from the bedroom door swinging open. Levi stood in the frame, enmity twisted into his sneer.

“I can’t fucking leave you alone for one goddamn moment,” Each word was emphasized with every stride towards the crate.

Bent down to unlock it, he continued, “Because of you I had to leave right when the situation was almost solved, but now they got away again and I have to go back out again. This time for longer, but I can’t even do shit until I’m done dealing with you.”

Slamming the crate door, he grabbed your upper arm and dragged you out. His pace was too fast for you to keep up with, you stumbled after him. Forcing you further into the home, he took you to the door that led into the basement. Dread consumed you. You did not want to go back down there. Frantically, you started pulling on his hold and even using your free hand to pry his fingers from your bicep.

Stopping on the stairs, one stair below you, he jostled you and forced you to hunch over to get in your face, “You do not want to piss me off any more than you already have.”

Whimpering, you tried to bargain with him, “I’m scared.”

He glared further, “You should be.”

Storming down the rest of the stairs, he pulled you further into the familiar room. The soft lighting greeted you once more along with the array of bondage tools. Luckily, he walked right past the metal table he had taken you on you don’t even remember how long ago now and threw you onto the velvet couch.

“Sit, don’t even fucking think of moving.” He pointed a finger at you with a growl.

Lifting yourself up from the awkward position he pushed you into, you brought your knees to your chest and cradled yourself. There was no use in running, you still had the collar on and you don’t think you could handle being electrocuted twice in the span of a week. Though, you couldn’t help staring at the stairs laid out before you. From around the corner, you heard Levi rummaging through the closet for something. You were terrified to find out what he had in mind.

Emerging from around the corner, Levi had a muzzle, tail, clear bottle, and oddly what looked like leather mittens in his hand. Sitting down on the couch beside you, he made quick work to grab you by the nape of your neck and force you to straddle him. Sat on his strong thighs, you glanced at the things he placed on the right side of him.

“Hands.”

Releasing your neck, he grabbed your right hand before you could even process his command. Grabbing the leather mitten, he shoved your hand into it. It must have been too small. To accommodate for the size, you had to tuck your fingers to your palm including your thumb. He threaded and tightened the belt-like strap placed on your wrist.

“W-what are you doing?”

You were swiftly silenced with a firm slap across your left cheek. Shock rippled through you. Sniffles broke through the air from the humiliation.

Ignoring you, Levi took your bare hand and repeated restricting you. You inspected the gloves to see paw pads at the bottom. He can’t be serious.

Taking your jaw into his grasp, he turned you back towards him. He grabbed the next thing, the muzzle.

At that you glowered, “No.”

He dug his nails in your cheeks and squeezed so hard your mandible creaked. “You don’t get the liberty to tell me what I can and can’t do. Should have thought twice before downing a bottle of pills like a fucking idiot.”

You opened your mouth to give another rebuttal, but he shoved the muzzle onto your face. The way the metal cage had been structured, while he looped the belts behind your hand and at the base of your skull, it left your jaw immobilized. You physically couldn’t move your jaw up or down. So no talking, no biting and most importantly, no purposely ingesting a handful of pills.

“Off,” Levi barked.

Not wanting to stay any longer on his lap than needed, you were quick to follow instructions. But before you could find relief, he grabbed your arm and threw you across his thighs. Bottom perched on his lap, it gave him ample access. Scrambling to get off him, you kicked your feet and tried to hit him with your incapacitated hands. He gathered one of your wrists in his hand and twisted your arm behind your back so far you shouted. Or at least, as much as you could with the muzzle.

“You won’t like if I do this one handed, so stop fucking moving.”

Scared of the implication, you fell limp and stared at the room. Your eyes traced the pattern of the caged shelves over and over. A muffled whimper fell when Levi perked your hips up higher to peel your skirt and panties down to be pooled around your knees. The last time you were bare like this for Levi, he had spanked and drowned you (again) within an inch of your life.

“Quiet, bad dogs don’t get to complain.”

Behind you, the click of a lid being uncapped rang in the stagnant room. His freezing fingertips grazed your bare butt and you flinched from the sudden touch. Gently, he rubbed the skin, easing you into what was about to happen.

“You’re lucky I’m being so generous. If I had it my way, I would shove it in with no prep and let your own blood serve as lube.”

Your shoulder blades tightened at his words. Before you could completely process what he meant, his fingers dug into the cleft of your butt and spread you apart, asshole and pussy on full display.

Dribbling the lube from the bottle, you shuttered at the strange sensation of cold touching the puckered muscles. You never had anything or anyone touch down there. The slippery liquid drooped down in your pussy causing your cheeks to warm. You started to kick up a fuss again when a digit touched your hole, but instantly stopped when he laid a firm spank.

“Going unprepped is still on the table, pup.”

You flipped your head to look at him and rapidly shook your head in protest.

“No? Then stop moving.”

Forcing yourself to relax, you sagged once more and accepted your fate. Levi dragged a finger down to scoop the lube that fell into your cunny and brought it back up to your puckered hole. Spreading your legs a little, Levi pressed the muscles with firm circles, loosening them up. Your breathing got heavy as he toyed with you. Your shoulders curled in as he pushed the first knuckle of his finger inside.

“Mmm”, You softly whined, unable to make more noise than that.

He pushed further in until his whole finger sat inside you. Your pussy pulsed from the neglect, wanting to be filled instead. Dragging the digit almost out, he thrust it back in. Arching, you squirmed, not knowing if you hated or liked it.

Laying his forearm across your back, he forced your chest down onto the couch further. Tugging his one finger out, he came back with two and stretched you more. This time, it did burn and your feet kicked at the pain. Letting you be, Levi upped his thrust to a more brutal pace.

More whines and hushed moans left you as he scissored his fingers. Your clit throbbed, begging to be touched, too. You despised how this man played with your body. He knew exactly how to torment you.

Pulling his fingers completely out, you heard him huff at your disappointed whimper. Uncapping the bottle again, you shuttered at the sound. This time something cold and obviously metal pushed against your hole.

“Hnng!” You cried out.

Levi didn’t push in any further. Dragging his other hand to your cunt, he stroked up and down the slit.

“I wonder if this is lube or you’re just wet,” He mocked you, loving how tears collected on your eyelashes.

His hand didn’t leave your cunt. Going further down, he twiddled your clit. You instinctively spread your legs more, as far as the garments around your knees could allow. The thing placed on your hole started to push further in. Clenching up, Levi swirled your clit more. Distracted, what you could now assume was a plug, plunged deeper inside. The ring of muscle spread further to suck in the toy. Pinching your clit, he rammed the rest of it inside.

Tensing further, you sobbed at being filled so harshly. The metal sat heavy in your ass. What made it worse was the soft fur that sat on your lower back. He stuck a tail plug inside you. Tapping the base, you whined at him jostling the plug. Giving one last pat to your clit, Levi forced you up and straddled his hips again.

Your aching clit sat on his obvious hard-on through his jeans. Mitted hands rested in the juncture of your spread legs and his lower stomach. His own cheeks were barely flushed, arousal apparent if you looked close enough. Levi reached to the side of him to show the headband he twirled in his fingers. Two greyish-brown, puppy ears had been threaded though the skinny headband. Placing them on your head, your whole look was complete.

Hooking a finger under the collar, the older man brought you close to his face. “Will you be a good pet or not?”

Exhausted, you nodded your head.

Releasing you, he pushed you off his lap and to stand in between his legs. Levi tugged down your skirt and panties, leaving your lower half bare. The lube and your own wetness made your puffy pussy glisten. Knowing your own neediness will be neglected, you pushed down wanting to rub your thighs together. You completely and utterly despised him.

Standing up with you, clothes in hand, he went to walk back upstairs. You went to follow, but he stopped you instantly.

“Dogs don’t walk.”

You hated him. Oh God, did you hate him. Scowling, you fell to your knees, not breaking your ireful gaze. Levi watched you crawl towards the stairs. Staying behind you, he stared at your exposed pussy. The tail swayed with your hips.

Unable to stop himself, he slapped your cunt. His fingers caught your clit while the end of his palm hit the plug inside you. The smack made an audible, wet slap. Stumbling, you shouted as you crumpled on the stairs. Catching your breath, you continue crawling upwards, on edge of him hitting you again. 

Reaching the door, you sat by the frame waiting for his instructions.

“Go to your room.”

Reluctantly, you listened and crawled back into the house. Shame encompassed you and you prayed Erwin was somewhere else. Your knees started to ache from digging into the floors. At your room, you waited for Levi to open the door, not sitting so the plug wouldn’t be shoved more in.

“Crate.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want to go in there like this. Being in that cage meant you would be left alone until the next morning.

Impatient, Levi grabbed the back of your collar. An ugly gag tumbled out of you, as he dug the collar into your throat. Shoving you in the crate, he shut and locked the door. Yelping, you landed on your butt, the plug punched further inside.

“If I have to come back before everything is fixed, Erwin might need to find a new plaything sooner than he expected.”

Letting his threat hang in the air, he turned off the lights and slammed your door shut, leaving you in the dark.

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Sleep didn't come easy to you that night. You were forced to stay curled up on your side. Tossing and turning wasn’t an option as not to disturb the plug stuffed deep in your ass. Your jaw, back and legs ached from the sustained position. Anytime you tried to stretch your sore muscles, the plug would move.

As the night went on, the lube and your own wetness had dried, leaving you raw and chafing. Your body begged you to reach behind you and rip the plug out, but you were terrified of the repercussions of Levi finding out. Or worse, while trying to unskillfully release yourself from the pain, you would tear something down there.

You had quickly run out of tears as you stared out into the room. After a couple minutes, your eyes adjusted to the dark. Eyelids slipped closed—at least for a moment—but anytime slumber beckoned you, your muscles would relax and rapidly tighten again at the pain.

Though, a couple hours passed when your eyes fluttered. This time morning light enveloped you. Strangely, your jaw no longer throbbed and all the tension in your tendons slipped away. The blankets under you, moved in a steady rhythm, similar to a human’s breathing.

Blinking away drowsiness, you were met with Erwin’s neck. Your head had been tucked in his shoulder as he cradled you. Arms thrown over his shoulders and legs loosely circling his waist, your bum sat on his forearm and his other hand rested on your nape to keep you tethered.

Panic shot through your system as sleep flushed out of you. You were free of the plug, muzzle and mitts Levi had forced into you. The collar present on your throat. Struggling against Erwin, fear overtook you. What would Levi do if he found out?

You whimpered as you pushed against Erwin's shoulders.

The man quickly hushed you, the hand cradling your nape brought your face deeper into his embrace until your nose brushed against the thin skin of his neck. If you wanted you could easily sink your teeth into the muscle and rip out his jugular. The tempting thought consumed you.

Erwin continued to shush you so sweetly like a lullaby, “Everything is alright, my dear. You won’t be hurt, the punishment is over. Levi can’t harm you now.”

In your panicked state, you barely processed the words, merely clinging to the promise of being forced to be a dog was put to an end. At least for now. Sagging against him, your chest stuttered and heaved. You remembered Levi would be gone for a couple days, leaving you with Erwin. Not that it made you feel any better. You were out of wolf’s jowls only to lead straight to the lion’s den.

“Good morning, Princess.” His tone was pleasant and soft. Under your ear, his throat vibrated with his gentle words. Still petting your nape, he tried his best to calm you.

Soft strands tickled your ear. Erwin hadn’t gotten ready for the day quite yet. The soft, blond locks were loose and unkempt. It gave him an almost boyish look. Rather than a picturesque doll, he seemed human.

You didn’t like it.

You didn’t respond and tilt your head upwards to rest your chin on his shoulder instead. From the bobbing over each step, you watched as he took you away from your—the—bedroom. He continued down the hall.

“The silent treatment is really unbecoming of you,” He spoke again when his greeting went unanswered after a couple moments.

“I thought dogs don’t speak,” You grumbled.

Erwin sighed, but didn’t indulge your need to rebel. “Let’s not start off our time together like this. I have a surprise for you I think you will enjoy.”

He wasn't reassuring at all. With a twisted man like him, a surprise could mean anything. The last time Erwin surprised you with something you were forced to kneel and refused the basic human right to use the bathroom.

Though as Erwin rounded the corner to enter the kitchen, you were pleasantly hit with pancakes wafting through the air. You pulled yourself from his neck and looked to the stack of pancakes sitting on two plates. Syrup, butter and a glass jug of orange juice displayed on the table.

Dropping you off on the chair with the smaller pile of perfectly crafted breakfast dessert, a smile surprisingly spread on your face. The pancakes were shaped in different dinosaurs. Bittersweet memories wrapped around your brain. The rare times your father showed his fleeting affection, he knew your love for the prehistoric creatures.

Your siblings’ giggles rang in your ears. The sweetness danced on your tongue. Sat in your childhood home, you were no older than eight as your family sat at the table. Hazy, yellow light from the sun poured from open curtains. It was hard to distinguish your father’s face as it displayed happiness. You pushed away the probing memories of your siblings’ snide comments and the crippling thought of your mother’s face. This was a happy moment.

“Wow I haven’t had this since I was a kid,” You spoke, nostalgia still wrapping itself around you like a scratchy yet warm blanket.

“If I remember correctly, in passing, I saw you eat this when I went to meet with your father.”

A cold rock dropped in your stomach. Hot shivers rushed up your skin. Leering up at the man who stood behind the chair, hands leaning on the back of it, you grimace. Of course he ruined it. You couldn’t escape how time intertwined you both. He knew you as a child and still had some sort of sick attraction towards you.

“How could I forget how much of a creepy old man you are.”

The friendly air near Erwin dropped as his thick eyebrow twitched, “Watch it. Just because I’m being nice doesn’t mean I will tolerate insolence.”

“It’s not insolence, I’m pointing out how much of a fucking freak you are.”

“I’m giving you three seconds to apologize.”

His words only fueled your ever growing flames, “I’m not a child!”

Gripping your upper arm with a bruising grip, Erwin lugged you off the chair he had just sat you on. Tugging you towards the sink, he shoved his face to yours, ire on his breath.

“You say you’re not a child, but the second you don’t like something you throw a tantrum like a toddler. All I ever do is care for and love you, and you have to ruin it,” He seethed.

“Fuck you,” You sneered right back.

Reaching for the bar of soap by the sink, he let go of your arm to pry your mouth open. Before you could even protest, Erwin shoved the soap in your mouth.

You sputtered and choked as the bitter lather penetrated your taste buds. The bar caught on your teeth and tiny shavings fell down your throat. Thrusting the soap further, Erwin did not care as you gagged.

“Bad little girls get their mouths washed with soap.”

You cried as it got hard to breathe. Anytime your tongue tried to push the offending object out, he would push it further in. You gripped his arms more for stability rather than to shove him away. From your spit, foam started to form on the corners of your lips.

Dragging the bar from your mouth, he commanded, “Apologize.”

Coughing, drool poured from your lips as you tried to get the offending taste off your tongue. You tried to catch your breath as he grew impatient and attempted to shove it back in.

“I’m sorry!” You heaved, not caring you were getting spit all over the floor and yourself.

Erwin slammed the soap bar back on its tray and flicked open the tap. Forcing your head towards it, he filled your mouth with water. Adrenaline squeezed your heart. He was going to drown you, he was going to drown-

“Spit.”

Swooshing the water in your mouth, you spit it out along with the bubbles coating the inside. The taste stayed, but you didn’t want him to force more water in you.

Flicking off the faucet, he gripped your upper arm again and dragged you into the living room.

“Go play with your new toy while I clean up the breakfast you ruined.”

He didn’t know, but those words struck a cord deep, deep inside you. Your eyes followed Erwin as he went back to the kitchen to take care before the spit on the floor and the breakfast never eaten.

There, in the middle of the living room, a dollhouse stood on the coffee table. Not wanting to test him further and the words he uttered strung around your mind so tightly your brain ached, you sat on the floor. Tucking your legs under you, sitting on your ankles, you took in the tiny house in front of it.

It must have cost a pretty penny. While the outside wasn’t a carbon copy of the house, inside the house was identical, or at least from what you could tell. You still haven’t been allowed upstairs.

Rather than the cottage like aesthetic, the exterior steered more towards Victorian. A soft white adorned the walls not unlike how the real house had been painted. Inside the dollhouse sat three little dolls. Picking up the blond doll, you noticed how strikingly it resembled Erwin. Picking up the other one, the mini Levi frowned up at you. How egotistical.

To no surprise, the third one represented you. Mini you had your exact hair color and texture, skin flushed with your tone, and your eyes hauntingly glimmered. At least the doll seemed happy. A childish urge striked you to twist the heads off the dolls.

You hated how eerily similar it was to the house you were trapped in. Clutching the tiny you in your hands, you were no different than a doll for the men to play with. Or maybe there was someone controlling all three of you, forcing you all to play a twisted game of house. But you refused to believe that.

There was no omnipotent god or petulant child toying with your lives. No, the only cruelty you were subjected to were the men binding you to them. Why fear God, when humans exist?

Erwin’s heavy footsteps echoed. Sitting on the couch behind you, he sat near the side table to set down the paper you assumed he pulled from his office. You glanced at him from your peripheral and went back to set mini you outside out of spite. Taking mini Levi you dunked his head in the bathtub as he did to you.

The older man had not been subtle at all with how his eyes kept wandering to your form. As he sat above you, a shiver went down your spine. This time hanging mini Erwin outside the window by his feet to dangle him off the edge, you tried to ignore your sinking gut. More memories flashed before your eyes.

This time, you sat on the floor playing with toy cars you stole from one of your brothers, silently. Early you had been running through the house pretending the home was a race track. Vrooming noises spilled from your mouth as you giggled. Your father quickly shut you up with a pinch of your ear and sneered at you to sit down and sit still. You were nothing more than a nuisance.

Children were to be seen, not heard.

Swallowing down the need to cry and appease the male authority figure, you knocked mini Erwin out the window. He tumbled down and down until he fell on the floor by your knees.

Turning around to glare down Erwin to make sure he saw what you did, Erwin had already been looking. Instead of annoyance, an almost longing expression etched onto his visage. His eyes never strayed from dolls instead of you. Like he… wanted to play, too? You tried not to decode the meaning and went back to torment mini Levi more.

~*~

The rest of the day had been spent with you purposely avoiding any way to talk to Erwin. Once he finished his paperwork, he seemed ready to forgive and forget. You weren’t.

By noon, Erwin made lunch, ultimately deciding he had starved you (and himself) long enough. You ate the food he had made. A sandwich for him, baby carrots and celery for you. Your eye twitched as you crunched and munched as loud as you could.

Erwin muttered “manners” at you, but you merely huffed and went back to eating. Though you were more quiet. Being alone with Erwin only served to remind you of your father. So despite the man himself not being there, you couldn’t help blending the two. The fear sat in your esophagus infected old wounds, like a sore throat that won’t go away.

You missed Levi. You missed him for the sole factor he didn’t remind you of the truth. With him you could pretend that nothing linked you to Erwin. He’s the buffer. The buffer between the fact if you squinted, you would see your father’s face instead of Erwin’s.

You pushed your half eaten plate away from you.

Your father would never do what Erwin has done to you. He may be bad, but not to Erwin’s level. Your brain just muddled them together as Erwin gave you whiplash of acting like a disappointed parent and an old pervert who prayed on younger women.

By the end of the day, Erwin had grown not too fond of how you distanced yourself from him. This weekend was to have some alone time with you. Maybe to try to rekindle the bond you two had in the beginning, but you reverted inward.

As your bed time approached, instead of taking you to your room, Erwin instructed you to sit down on the couch. Suspiciously, you perched on the cushions. Squatting down with an audible crack of his knees, Erwin opened the glass cabinets of the TV stand. The old DVD player had already been hooked up and he grabbed a familiar DVD case.

Pivoting to face you, he smiled, “I remember you telling me you used to love this movie.”

A simpler time crossed your mind. Before Erwin was revealed to be more monster than man, during when he tutored you, you both bonded for your love of The Last Unicorn. The movie traumatized you as a kid, but rewatching it as an adult had you gain an appreciation for it instead.

Slipping the disc inside the flap, the DVD player ate it up with a mechanical whirling. Coming back to you, he sat beside you and patted his thigh.

“Come here, my darling girl,” Erwin took your hand and steered you to lay down.

No room to resist, he guided your head to lay on his lap while he flipped on the TV. A dreamy and whimsical soundtrack played in the background as the DVD menu popped up. Hitting play on the movie, Erwin adjusted himself while you tried to get comfortable. Hand resting on his knee, his other started to stroke your hair. Tucking your own hands to your chest to avoid him, you couldn’t deny the comfort hugging you.

The movie barely had been thirty minutes in when your eyelids slipped closed. Welcoming the fuzzy embrace, you fell fast asleep in the claws of the lion awaiting its pliant meal.

~*~

Incoherent, you nuzzled further into the warmth under you. Like this morning, your cushy pillow rose and fell with each breath it took. Blinking away the haze, you squinted at the TV still turned on. Music flowed through the room on a low volume. The opening menu had been looping for ages now.

Under your ear Erwin’s heart beat with a slow, steady rhythm. While you had fallen asleep, he had rearranged your body to lay on top of his. His large body had been sprawled out across the couch, his foot upright on the arm of the couch and the other dangled over the edge. Like a blanket, you were draped over him. Your head on his chest, hand tucked under you and the other rested on the other pectoral not occupied by your head. Your legs slotted in between his.

As you woke up more, his warm palm rested on the small of your bare back. The hand had found its way under your shirt through the night. The other sat on your upper back, completely entangling you two together.

For a moment, you simply stared at the TV. Sleep and rationale beckoned you to fall into their arms, but your stubbornness and will to survive took over. Slowly, you moved your legs to straddle Erwin’s hips. Reaching behind you, you grabbed the hand under your shirt and gently guided it out from under the cloth and placed it by his side. Getting up, you took the other hand and put it on his chest where you head once laid.

He did not stir.

Just your luck, he must be a heavy sleeper. You sat on his hips, very much aware his crotch had been slotted against yours. Glaring down at him, you despised how easy he slept. He didn’t even twitch while you pried your skin from his.

As gracefully as you could, you set your foot down on the floor and raised your hips from his. Gripping on the back of the couch, you awkwardly twisted to put both feet on the floor. Pushing your upper body off the couch, you stumbled back a step and stood over his sleeping form.

You waited another moment to see if he would move. He stayed sound asleep.

Softly, you rounded the couch and walked to the mudroom. Each step had been calculated, toe to heel. Crouching down, you gawked out the doorway to hear any sound of Erwin rousing. The drawer before you creaked open and you grabbed the tiny flashlight. Shimmying it closed as you did multiple times before, you left it a sliver open for easier access.

Creeping from out of the room, you ambled back to the couch. Peering over the back of the sofa, Erwin hadn’t even moved. Sighing in relief, you continued your path to the hallway. Sharply turning the corner, your hand brushed down the wall, no moonlight to guide you. Kneeling before the window, you ogled at the cloudy sky, praying the forecast would aid you.

Clicking the flashlight on and off, you mouthed the letters to yourself.

Creak.

Whipping your head so hard your neck strained, you peered down the barren corridor. Silent, you waited for Erwin to appear in the archway and drag you back to him. If he found you, there was no way you could explain yourself out of this one. Not like any of them listened.

Holding your breath, you counted up to a hundred. By the time you reached the nineties, Erwin still hadn't come to find you and deliver you to your punishment. Exhaling with a throbbing head, you dared not to test your luck anymore.

Doing only one more round of morse code, you slinked away from the window a lot less confident. Clutching the flashlight to your chest, blown out pupils stayed glued to the man snoozing. As you got closer to the mudroom, you walked backwards, not letting him out of your sight.

Quickly, you opened the drawer and shoved the flashlight inside. Jiggling it back closed, it got stuck halfway. Bile rose up to your throat. Panicking, gently as you could, you shoved it but it didn’t budge.

Tears sprung up, piercing your eyes. Breathing in and holding it, your tried to calm yourself. Freaking out will only make it worse and cloud your brain. Crouching down, you looked at the mechanism to close the cabinet. The wheel had shifted off its track. Lifting the drawer, you tilted it to click back into place. An audible clunk rang in the room. Your hands froze.

Music still poured from the living room, not helping you at all in this case.

Fuck it, You said in your head.

Pushing the drawer back closed, you walked out of the mudroom, ready to face Erwin if he had stirred. Knees wobbling, the soft glow of the TV shepherded you. Circling the couch, the man came back in full view. Not once had he moved. The threat had never really been there.

You stood over him, taking in his vulnerable state. Your eyes went to one of the throw pillows that had fallen on the floor in your and his sleep. Behind down, still staring, you grabbed it and clutched the sides in both hands. You waited, debating. When will be the next time you will get such a delicious opportunity?

Stepping closer, you wedged a knee in between him and the couch and the other followed by his right bicep. Sitting on his chest, you didn’t care about the weight settling in. Hovering, you abandoned all reasoning and shoved the pillow over his face. Squeezing his arms that sprung up, you leaned all your weight on your hands, smooshing his face to the cushion.

He grunted under you and his legs frantically kicked to get you off him. You clenched your thighs harder, immobilizing him. His fingers wringled about to do anything, in a desperate attempt to live as you suffocated the life out of him.

You ignored him and only moved with his floundering body. Frenzied limbs soon slacked until the muscles uncoiled and fell limp. You dared not move the pillow yet. He could just be pretending. Erwin was an intelligent man. But you were a scorned girl. If anything, you shoved the pillow further in, hoping his mouth filled with cotton. Praying it penetrated his airways like the water that never truly left your system.

Sighing his last breath, you were finally able to breathe your first.

Blinking, you snapped out of it. You still stood above him, frozen in time. His chest mockingly rose with the deep inhale he took in. Shaky, you turned away from him and slumped on the floor. Back to the couch, Erwin’s dangling leg brushed against you. The TV glimmered through your vacant irises.

Taking the remote laid on the coffee table, you reached an arm straight out and turned the television off. The screen faded to black.

A girl glowered at you through the reflection in contempt. Coward, she sneered.

You couldn’t agree more.

Chapter Text

Erwin’s humming disturbed you.

You sat in the living room, a lot more docile than yesterday. Honestly, you were more in a daze than anything. Since the intrusive thought entered your head to kill Erwin in his sleep, you never really did escape from the idea. It toiled in your spiraling mind.

The man had you sitting on the floor, various crayons, glitter tubes and glue sticks scattered across the floor. He even allowed you different types of craft scissors along with construction paper so you had the utmost creative freedom. When he presented you the activity you would be doing today, he framed it as you finding a productive way to channel your emotions.

You were bitter for multiple reasons. He knew how much being here caused you turmoil, but still refused to let you leave. Though, you knew it was a little too late for that. A deeper set anger coiled in you. The fact that as a child you were never given this option. If Erwin wasn’t such a pervert, if this was before everything, you would have wanted him as your father instead.

The crayon in your hand snapped in half from the force you were digging the poor thing into the paper. For the past few minutes you had just been scribbling circles upon circles on the pink sheet. You weren’t in the mood to put more effort into what you were doing. Plus you had the inkling Erwin would want to put your ‘masterpieces’ on the fridge. A shutter of disgust gurgled in your stomach.

Similar to yesterday, Erwin had sat on the couch, watching you with a stack of paperwork beside him. Peeking over, you were able to decipher it was for one of his classes. His thin, wire-rimmed glasses slipped down the arch of his prominent nose. The man paid no mind and continued scribbling with his fountain pen. His ankle rested on his knee in a laxed position. If you were dumber, you would think he was comfortable, absorbed in his work. You spied how he watched you through his peripheral.

Turning around, you went back to your own work. Laid on your stomach with your feet in the air, you crossed and uncrossed your ankles in unrest. You hated how he kept such a close eye on you. Never once did you leave his sight. Levi at least trusted you enough to let you go to the bathroom alone.

Speaking of the dark haired male, he would be home tomorrow. You had no clue when, most likely in the morning as to not raise suspicions that the ever so punctual Erwin would miss work again. Anticipation and foreboding plagued you. You could barely stand another moment of Erwin’s babying, but Levi was no better.

A phone ringing startled you. Sitting up to look at Erwin, he cursed under his breath. The call hadn’t been from his phone, but somewhere deeper in the house. From the ringtone alone you could tell it had been from a landline. You tried your best to stifle your excitement. A phone was somewhere readily available in the home and you had a notion it was in his office.

Erwin placed the papers down and got up with forced grace. He didn’t want to seem startled as well.

“Stay.”

You didn’t respond as you went back to your drawings, ignoring him. Erwin stood there for a moment and then left you to your own devices. Toying with the glitter tube, you waited for his footsteps to grow quieter. The second his office door closed, you snapped up and crawled to the edge of the archway. Erwin had really gone into his office.

Crawling back, you strained your ears to hang on his deep timbre.

Yeah, keep talking, you fucking freak, you taunted in your head.

You grabbed one of the craft scissors and went to the couch. Your time alone with Levi has taught you some things about the house and the layout of at least the living room. Being a neat freak, every day when he cleaned, he would lift and move the furniture to make sure no spot was left unsanitized. Tilting to the couch back, you had noticed a small hole in the dust cover.

Laying on your stomach, you reached a hand under the couch, scissors hooked on your pinky. Your fingers caressed the seam until they caught on the hole. Twisting the scissors, you shoved them in—blade first. Gently, you wiggled the handle inside until the scissors were engulfed by the grainy, dark fabric.

As you pulled your hand back, Erwin stopped talking. Time was up. Pushing yourself away and up, you dusted the front of your shirt off. Waddling on your knees back to where you were, just as you laid back on your stomach and cradled the crayon, Erwin came from the archway, glasses gone.

Your heart rattled in your ribcage. You waited for Erwin to quickly catch on. This had been the second time you took and hid something right under Erwin’s nose. You were stretching your luck impossibly thin.

“I think it’s about time for lunch, how about you?” Erwin asked as he strided to your form.

Raising on your elbow to pivot towards him, you quirked a brow, “I guess?”

Crouching down next to you, he manipulated your body so you kneeled in front of him. In an easier position, he grabbed your waist and lifted you up as he stood. Not wanting to fall, you wrapped yourself around him. By now you should have gotten used to how he refused to let you walk.

“The kitchen is literally ten steps away,” You snarked.

“Shush.”

You scowled and debated if you should bite his shoulder. Before you could, Erwin dropped you off at the island rather than the dining table. Spinning the stool around, you observed Erwin glide across the kitchen grabbing this and that. You shivered as the wafting cool air of the fridge brushed past you. The cabinet opened and closed with a thump as Erwin bent down to swipe two apples.

Placing them on the counter, he then reached for jelly that had been untouched. As he grabbed stuff for you, he also grabbed his own food. Going for the drawers, he placed his body in front of the padlock. You had no way to see what numbers he thumbed into the combination. From it, emerged a small knife.

Grabbing a cutting board, Erwin deftly cut your apple into small pieces. Though, he added extra cuts to the reddish skin and pulled them back to make bunny ears. You bit down how your upper lip twitched in irritation.

Once he was done, he reached for the cabinet to the side and grabbed an unopened jar of peanut butter. You squinted to make sure that’s exactly what he gripped. Your mouth opened on instinct to tell him you were in fact allergic, but you stopped yourself.

Sucking your lips in, you had to stop yourself from laughing. Freedom was literally inches away and it had been right there the whole time. The worst case scenario Erwin let you just die on the kitchen floor, but the best case scenario was so much sweeter. You banished the fear. The pain and risk would be worth it.

So you simply stared as he spread the tan, thick paste over the bread along with the sugary jelly. Carefully he cut off the crust and divided the sandwich in fourths to prevent choking. If only he knew. He would be his own undoing.

“Here you go, Princess.” Erwin handed your food to you on a plastic plate with tiny, pink dinosaurs dancing along it. Beside it, he placed a sippy cup filled with milk.

You mumbled, stifling the irritation, “Thanks.”

Nodding, he went to finish preparing his own food. He wanted to make sure his baby girl ate first.

In front of you was your death sentence and your ticket to freedom. You knew what you had to do, but fear still gripped you. Going into anaphylactic shock was terrifying. You had only had episodes a couple times, but after your last one, you were quite frankly traumatized. It had been years, and no one was at fault. You had forgotten your epipen. Your family had gone on a trip and despite telling the waitress your allergy, accidents happen. It was the first time you ever saw your father so scared.

Gulping down your nerves, you grabbed one of the pieces. Shakingly, the sandwich went to your lips. Shoving it in your mouth, you rapidly chewed and swallowed. Reaching for the sippy cup, you twisted it open and downed the milk.

A cough made it up your throat and you didn’t try to silence it. In a matter of minutes, hives broke out all over your skin and you started to laugh.

“Darling?” Erwin turned back to you, concern dripped off his tone.

Placing his own plate down beside you, he leaned over to see the hives creeping up and your eyes were bulging.

Grabbing your shoulders, terror furrowed his brow, “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

As your throat closed up, your shoulders bobbed up and down as you cackled. “I’m allergic.”

He faltered, “A-allergic? Allergic to what?”

Fog overtook your brain as more oxygen depleted. The panic started to overtake your amusement. It had really set in what you had done. Gripping Erwin’s arms, you could barely breathe. Your heartbeat sped up to an unhealthy rate, shaking your whole body.

“What did you do?” He nearly screeched, his fingers digging into your shoulder bones.

“Hosp…” You started, “Hospital.”

Your epipen had to be wherever they hid your car as your bag had been inside it during your fateful visit. There was no other option but to take you to get professional help. That was, if Erwin didn’t decide to let you die.

Erwin shook you and yelled your name, but he was too late. Your eyes rolled into your skull.

~*~

Repetitive beeping pounded in your head. Your body ached, mainly your throat. Scrunching your nose, the oxygen mask over the lower half of your face shifted. Lulling your head to the left, your blurry eyes registered the IV stuck in your vein.

So he didn’t let you froth and flail on the floor until your lungs collapsed.

The harsh, sterile lights disorientated you. Weakly, you grabbed the oxygen mask and pried it off your face. Inhaling the stale air, your lungs quivered. You shakingly breathed, the air hiccuping in your throat. Stabilizing yourself, the room was barren and free of both Erwin and a nurse.

With feeble movements, you clutched onto the blanket and shifted it off your body. Forcing yourself up with your hands at your sides, your shoulders strained from the weight. You brushed off how the fluids dripped into your veins left you quaking and exhausted. You haven’t been the kindest to your body, and the torture inflicted on you didn’t help.

You swung your feet off the side of the hospital bed where the IV pole sat. Sliding down until your toes touched the cold, tiled floor, you grabbed the just as cold metal rod. The IV pole rattled as you clutched on it to stabilize yourself. Lugging it with you, you rounded the bed and crossed the room to the door. Peering out the slitted window, you saw no one in the hall.

The door opened with a whoosh. Still cautious, you peeked your head out the door frame to get a better range. Unwinding, empty corridors greeted you.

Tip-toeing out from the frame, the wheels scraped against the cold floors. Going further down the hall, you glimpsed into every room that passed you. Some were empty, others you saw other patients watching the TV. Their faces basked in the glow. Sunlight poured into their open curtain, and yet dimness shrouded you. Time stood still.

Continuing further, you waddled until you hit the desk where the nurses resided. No one was at their station. Confusion enveloped you as you traversed further. Where is everyone?

Deciding to simply ignore the weirdness, you turned your attention back to getting the hell out of here. If you can’t find a nurse to discreetly take the IV out, you will find other ways.

Turning the corner, you stumbled back. Further down the hall stood both Erwin and Levi talking to a doctor. His demeanor had been just as strange as the hospital. They seemed close or familiar with him. You did not like what that entailed.

Shuffling back, you whipped around only to run right into a nurse. She gasped in surprise and gripped your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall.

“Jesus! What are you doing up?” Her voice dripped in concern, but her words were a siren call.

Wide eyed, your focus shifted to the two men who snapped their attention to you. Erwin was better at putting on a facade. For a second you could believe his face truly relaxed in relief and a tiny smile graced his lips for any other reason than not to raise suspicion. Levi had morphed into a chilling stone. His already furrowed brow dipped down further.

Patting Erwin’s shoulder, the doctor let out a chuckle, “I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Walking over to you, he continued, “Come on, let’s check your vitals one last time before we sent you back home.”

Home. That damned place was no home.

Your hands shook as the nurse slipped her hand down to the middle of your back and guided you back down the hall. You dared not to pivot your head and see their faces. You much rather walk to your execution in woeful ignorance.

Keeping your head down, you didn’t look at anyone in the rooms and feel them stare at you as well. The door still open, the nurse pushes you inside with her right behind. Pushing past Erwin and Levi, the doctor followed her.

Both men tried to come in as well, but Erwin had been stopped with a hand on his chest. The doctor smiled, “You guys can wait out here for a second. Patient confidentiality and all the boring legal stuff.”

Your heart almost sang. Was freedom really that close?

“But aren’t I labeled as her emergency contact?” Erwin questioned.

The doctor smiled, “Yes, but that doesn’t give you any legal authority. Let me talk to the girl, Erwin. She won’t die in the five minutes we make sure it’s all out of her system.”

Seeing he was looming over the doctor with a dark expression, Erwin took a step back with an exhale and smiled once more, “You’re right, my apologies.”

Nodding, the doctor closed the door and brought his attention to you. The nurse had taken you to the bed and had you sit.

“Your arm please,” She spoke.

As you offered the arm with the IV in it, the doctor addressed you finally, “Hello Ms. Y/n, my name is Dr. Yeager. I have been your doctor since yesterday. You gave us all a scare, huh?”

His presence had an overwhelming fatherly feel to it, but something off lingered. You knew you couldn’t trust him fully.

You gave an awkward simper and then winced when the nurse pulled out the straw in your vein. “You could say that.”

He hummed at your words. “I was informed that there was no epipen administered before you were brought to the hospital, why was that?”

His words had an accusatory tone, like it was your fault. Well it was, but he didn’t need to know that. “I lost my epipen.”

“That's the same thing Erwin said. Well I put a prescription in to get you a new pen. Don’t lose it this time. I rather not see you again, Ms. Y/n.”

Alarm bells rung in your head. Erwin had both labeled himself as your emergency contact and they would freely be able to get the prescription in your name. Were you not labeled as missing? Had they truly been this thorough that not even medical professionals knew the truth. Your hope dwindled astronomically.

As he berated you, the nurse gracefully finished checking your vitals.

“Everything looks good. Let’s get you the proper paperwork and we can get you right home.”

You tersely smiled, terrified.

They both walked out. Dr. Yaeger pulled Erwin off to the side to explain the proper discharge procedure, leaving Levi to come barreling into the room.

Closing the door while staring you down, he didn’t speak. Your fingers gripped the crumpled bed sheets. He couldn’t harm you here. He wouldn’t be insane enough to that, or at least you hoped.

He prowled closer, like a wolf hunting the wary rabbit. Each step soft and calculated. If he startled you then you would run, not far, but he wasn’t in the mood to give chase.

“After each and every warning I give, you only become bolder and bolder. What good did this do you?”

He stood in front of you, face to face. You couldn’t look away from the burning ashes engulfing you.

You shrugged. In the end, it ultimately did nothing besides more information about the outside world and how no one cared.

Levi leaned forward so his hands rested on the bed, caging in your legs. Your body tilted back to get away, his torso hovered over yours.

His lips parted, ready to speak when the door opened. His head turned away from you and you leaned to the side to see Erwin join. In his hands were new clothes for you. Normal clothes.

Sighing, he departed from you. Going to stand by the wall nearest to the bed, Levi let Erwin have full range of you.

The older man didn’t say a word as he came closer. Instead of attempting to dress you, he placed the neatly folded pile on your lap.

“Go to the bathroom and get dressed.”

Bewilderment would be an understatement, “Huh?”

A scowl pinched on his face, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Gathering up the clothes, you slipped off the bed and cautiously ambled towards the bathroom diagonal from where you sat. Both of them watched you go into the bathroom and shut them out with a click of the door.

Wanting out of the scratchy hospital gown, you pulled it off from your body. You gleefully change into the jeans shorts and the old band t-shirt. They must have kept some of your old clothes for whatever reason. At this point, you won’t complain.

Your hands still shook as you knew what would become of you the second you opened the door. Turning on the sink, you listened to the water and closed your eyes. The yard stabbed your fluttering lids. You faced the memory head on. It would only get worse now, you have to prepare yourself.

Working yourself through the cold liquid penetrating your sinuses, you breathed. Only air cycled your system. You could breathe.

Exhaling shakily, you blinked yourself back to the present. Flicking off the faucet, you spun and reached for the handle. Swinging the door open, Levi stood as he was before and took his place to sit on the chair by him. Their attention never once strayed from the door as you were greeted with their mutual glares.

“Come here,” Levi barked.

Your hands gripped the hem of your shirt to ground yourself.

He was about to speak when he was interrupted again. This time with a firm knock on the door.

“What fucking is it, now?”

Without being instructed to come inside, the person slid the door anyway. Standing in the doorway was a cop.

You blinked in confusion. Today just kept getting weirder.

Tucking his hands behind him, the cop walked in with an overly pleasant expression. No different than the face Erwin would make to lull others into a false sense of security.

“Good evening, gentlemen and lady. I am officer Zeke Yaeger and I have a few questions for you folks.”

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“What is there to talk about, Officer?” Levi questioned, impudence thick on his tone.

“Levi,” Erwin scolded.

From looking at the outside in, the picture painted was Erwin irritated by Levi’s tone, but you knew better. And maybe the police officer did too from the side glance he gave you.

Hand cradling your elbow, you could only watch the scene unfold in front of you.

“I mean no harm Mr. Ackerman, just some precautionary questions.”

The officer didn’t move the door, his stance lax and friendly. Though his golden eyes glinted with advertency.

Levi scowled at his last name being uttered. His body tensed, not exactly scared but prepared for a fight.

Sniffing out the hostile air, Erwin cut in. “I’m sorry about him. We had a very long day and he just came back from a business trip.”

“I see,” Officer Yeager hummed, obviously not convinced.

Swallowing, Erwin put on his pleasant facade, “What is it you would like to ask?”

“Ms. L/n had a lot of peanuts in her stomach for someone who is allergic and has known since she was a child. Care to explain?”

“That was completely my fault. I made something with peanuts in it without the knowledge that she had been in fact allergic and she had no clue until it was too late.”

The officer smiled with a quirked eyebrow. “How unfortunate. And why was an epipen not administered?”

“She lost it.”

Acknowledging you, he turned all his focus on your recluse form, “Is this true?” He laid his suspicion on thick.

Glancing at Levi, you gulped, “Yes.”

Officer Yeager hummed, “That will be all. Let me walk you guys to the receptionist so you can go home.” His eyes never left you while he spoke.

Walking out the door, he waited for Erwin and Levi to leave first. You stared at him as you followed the two. He closed the door and strided the same pace as you.

You held your breath the whole time. You could tell the truth. You could tell him everything, that you were abducted and stashed away in their pretty, unsuspecting home. Though fear gripped you. The unpredictability terrified you.

You got exactly what you wanted, a chance to escape. Now that it’s right in front of you, you were paralyzed. The officer was your ticket out, but who knew what Levi or Erwin would do.

Reaching the nurse’s desk, Levi beckoned you over. “You have shit you need to sign.”

Your vision wobbled as you stumbled towards the counter. The pen shook in your grasp as you tried to read what laid in front of you.

All you had to say was simple. But the risk was too high now. Both men crowded you and you had no clue what Levi would do. He was an abnormally strong man and he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Was the chance to save yourself worth the risk of the lives now in your hands?

You tried to reassure yourself. Officer Yeager seemed suspicious of them so all you had to do was wait it out. Suspicion wasn’t enough and as the two men crowded you, you knew you were doomed from the start.

Signing the release forms, you didn’t even flinch when Erwin patted your head.

“Let’s get you home,” He spoke with such a soft voice. He must be so relieved.

Placing a hand on your upper back to guide you, his palm burned.

“Have a good day gentlemen, Ms. L/n,” Officer Yeager called out.

Tilting his head back, Erwin called, “You as well.”

Clutching your fingers together in boney knots, you stared straight ahead not processing the blinking halls. Erwin didn’t let go of you until you were all in the elevator. The metal doors screeched closed, leaving you completely vulnerable.

If it weren’t for the cameras, you knew Levi would have been on you in an instant.

“Just wait until we get back. Maybe it will get inside your thick fucking skull once I’m finished with you.”

You didn’t reply, only zoned off.

“Oi, brat, are you listening?” Levi barked.

“Leave it be for now, Levi,” Erwin sighed, fingers pinched the top of his nose to ward off the incoming headache.

The doors dinged open. Entering the lobby, natural beams poured in from the glass sliding doors, breaking up the overwhelming fluorescent lights. Crossing through the frame, you left the hospital unsuccessful. You could only feel anger towards yourself for your cowardness.

The two men hauled you through the parking lot, following the sidewalks until you were at a more secluded area.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Levi was the first to break the silence.

You were about to answer, but Erwin cut in first. “I didn’t-”

“You didn’t fucking know?”

Your lids rapidly blinked as you looked at Levi and then Erwin. What the hell?

“Yes, Levi, I didn’t know. I haven’t exactly had the time to go through her medical records and obviously she wasn’t going to say anything.”

Medical records? He didn’t have access to that unless he was talking about the records given to you when you graduated high school. You remember it being haphazardly stowed away in your apartment. You stopped walking. He didn’t.

The two didn’t notice you paused as they continued to argue. From here, you could see Erwin’s sleek, black car in the distance. Backing away, you were about to run back into the hospital and beg for help, but Levi caught you. Before you could even slip away, his cold hand gripped you so hard a bruise had already formed.

His nails pinched your skin. “Oh no you don’t.”

Dragging you to the car, he threw the door open and shoved you inside. Forcing you to the left seat behind Erwin, he climbed inside with you. Grabbing the seatbelt, he buckled you in and tightened it so hard it dug into your hips.

Levi matched your glower. “Don’t start more shit. I’m already in a bad mood.”

You crossed your arms and leaned away from him to stare out the window. Huffing, he left you be. The door slammed. Glancing at the rearview mirror, Erwin was already looking.

Going back to the window, you rested your forehead against the warm glass. Erwin backed out of the parking lot and took off, taking you away from society.

Hitting the road, you watched all the tall buildings surrounding you. Deep in the center of the city, you even passed your former university. Sadness engulfed you of the life you were never going to have again. Say you do escape, you could never continue as you did before. You would probably have to live like you were being hunted.

The buildings got smaller and further apart as you approached the rural areas. Green trees with spotting oranges whirled past you. Was it already getting colder out?

Remembering the road to get to their house, panic hit you all at once. You were no more than a couple minutes from the home. Despite trying to prepare yourself for what’s to come, you can’t. You can’t do it.

Unclipping your belt, you gently guided it so they couldn’t hear the fabric rubbing against metal. Gripping the handle, you subtly tugged on it, but it wouldn’t budge. You pulled again, but it didn’t give. Freaking out, you rapidly yanked on it, not caring they could obviously hear and see what you were doing.

“Hey!” Levi barked.

You ignored him as you used your full body to jerk at the handle, tears spilling over. The salty water hit your tongue as you openly sobbed. “Let me out! I can’t, please. Let me out, let me out. Let me out, please!”

Erwin sped up to get you home faster, not wanting to pull over and have someone see you like this. They couldn’t have any more witnesses. The police officer had them both on edge.

Unclipping his own belt, Levi leaned over the center console. Fingers wrapped around your nearest arm and wrenched you to the middle seat. Letting go of your arm, he palmed your head and slammed it against the console. You winced at throbbing pain in your forehead. Brain rattled in your skull from the force. He leaned his elbow into your upper back, immobilizing you. Your hands were free and you used one to push against his seat and the other to claw at his hand.

Your feet blindly kicked. You need to get out of this car and away from them.

Nose awkwardly squished against the console, you tilted your head to get air. Levi pressed further into your temple.

“G-get off me. Let me go!” Blubbering, you continued your hysterics.

Opening the glove compartment with his unoccupied hand, he grabbed a bundle of napkins.

“Get off-!” He shoved the crumpled tissue into your open mouth, silencing you.

This only made you cry and flail more.

“You aren’t helping, Levi,” Erwin snapped.

“Well it got her to shut up, didn’t it?”

Grovel under tires only upped your distress. Whining and whimpering through the napkins, drool made it soggy in your mouth. The thin paper clung to your tongue. Weakly grasping at Levi’s fingers, you tried to rip the appendages back.

Shifting the stick into park, the mechanical clunking of the gears only caused you to tug more. Erwin unbuckled himself and exited the car, leaving you with Levi.

“Are you done flipping your shit?”

Exhausted, you let your body sag against the console. Nothing could be done now. Staring at his torso, you nodded the best you could and released your grip on his fingers.

Shifting his hold from your head to your nape, he forced you up. The scowl didn’t leave his face. No pity was given to you. Opening the glove compartment again, he grabbed two more napkins.

Holding one under your chin, he commanded, “Open.”

Letting your jaw relax, the wad fell from your lips. It landed on the brown tissue with a wet plop . A shiny string connected the paper together. Levi’s face twisted in disgust. Grabbing the other napkin, he started to wipe the drool and snot that dripped down your lower face. You sniffled as more tears silently dripped down.

His eyes bounced to yours, holding your bobbling gaze. His lips parted to speak, but Erwin swung open the car door on the left side. Levi released your nape allowing you to turn towards the large man.

“Come,” He grabbed your arm before you could even respond.

Plucking you out of the car, you stumbled on your feet. The other door slammed, Levi rounded the front of the car as Erwin forced you down the driveway. His fingers bit into your upper arm.

“Y-you’re hurting me,” You cried, prying at his bruising grip.

Erwin lugged you closer and bent down to get in your face. “You don’t get the luxury to complain after what you put me through.”

Pushing you up the small stairs of the front porch, he forced the door open and shoved you inside. Unable to catch yourself, you fell on your hands and knees. You gasped at the landing, palms definitely scraped.

Behind you, Levi soon followed Erwin inside. The multiple locks were clicked shut, entrapping you. As the two toed off their shoes, you tried to crawl away, but Erwin quickly scooped you up with an arm around your waist.

Carrying you out the mudroom with a clear destination in mind, he stopped in his tracks at the booming knocks coming  from the door. You still in his grasp, he turned to Levi about to emerge through the doorway.

“You get it, I’ll deal with her.”

Carry you to the living room so he can hear the conversation, he sat on the recliner and twisted you on his lap. You attempted to squirm, but Erwin squeezed so tight around your ribcage until all the air left you. Slapping his palm over your mouth, his hand encompassed your jaw.

Twisting the lock free, Levi opened the door with no regard.

“Yes?” He frowned at the old man stood on their porch.

The old man couldn’t be younger than seventy. He seemed quite healthy for his age, but obvious wear and tear on his wrinkled skin. Put off by Levi’s standoffish attitude, he tried to smile to lessen the tension.

“I’m sorry to disturb you. Lately I have been seeing lights flicker on and off at night, and it's been making it difficult for my wife to sleep.”

Your heart dropped and you stilled in Erwin’s lap. Everything was going wrong today. Nothing had been going according to plan. You wanted to pull your hair out.

Confused, Levi tried to explain it away to get the old man off his fucking porch. “It must be me getting up at night. I have insomnia. I’ll try to be more conscious about it.”

The old man smiled, but tersely like he didn’t believe him. “That’s quite alright. Sorry, again.”

He walked off, but stopped and you could see his shadow through the curtains as if looking for something. His shadow slowly dissipated until he was completely gone.

Levi slammed the door causing you to jump. “Fucking old people,” He mutters as entered the living room.

“Is he gone?” Erwin questioned, his voice brushing against the top of your head.

“Should be.”

“Go get what you need, I will explain her punishment.”

This kick started your fight once more. You scratched at Erwin’s arms. Whatever they had in mind, you didn’t want to partake in at all. You refuse to be degraded like all the times they punished you before.

“Settle,” He demanded in your ear, clutching you tighter to his body.

Screaming against his palm, you opened your mouth to bite, but he removed his hand before you could.

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” You sobbed, punching at his arms.

Erwin grunted at your elbow jamming into his front. Gathering up your wrists with one hand, he held them down, immobilizing you. Your legs kicked and thrashed.

Levi entered to see the spectacle before him, “She seems to be taking it well.”

“Your sass—knock it off,” He growled at you before continuing, “isn’t appreciated.”

“Of course she isn’t taking it well, let me go!” You countered, hating how they talk like you weren’t in the room.

“Muzzle or restraints first?”

Focusing on Levi, in his grasp sat the mitten restraints, muzzle and shock collar. You rapidly shook your head, you didn’t want to be restrained again.

“Restraints.”

Coming to you, Levi kneeled before you and Erwin. Letting go of one hand, Erwin held the other as Levi started his work. Clutching your wrist, he shoved your hand deep into the mitten, your fingers tucked in. Fastening the belt, he went for your other hand. Erwin switched his hold so you couldn’t jerk away from Levi.

“Were you able to explain or was she throwing too big of a tantrum,” Levi asked Erwin, his attention purely on the bondage.

“I am not throwing a fucking tantrum,” You seethed.

Levi raised a brow and slowly rolled his eyes up to yours. “You’re not? Then explain why Erwin has to hold you down like a toddler. Or I don’t know, we had to go to the fucking hospital because things aren’t going your way.”

“You fucking kidnapped me! I just want to be treated like an adult and you freaks- ow!” You hissed.

Levi tugged the other belt so hard it pinched your skin. His pull forced you down closer to him.

“Enough,” Erwin said, he shifted you in his lap to face him. Your knees straddled his hips as you sat more in the middle of his thighs rather than on his crotch. Lifting your hair up, he allowed Levi more access to your neck. Levi stood up to get a better vantage point.

He continued, “Time and time again I try to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you keep disappointing me. Anytime we give any leeway, you only hurt yourself. Until you can learn, we are in control of everything.”

You opened your mouth to rebuttal they already are , but Erwin raised his hand to stop you.

“You are no longer going to eat by yourself, bathe by yourself, dress by yourself, go to the bathroom by yourself. Anything you do, you need permission. You can’t be trusted.”

From behind, Levi slipped the shock collar around your throat, fastened the loop and locked it. Letting your hair fall, Erwin’s hands rested on your hips.

“How can I get permission if you’re just going to gag me?”

“You’ll see.”

Your fingers curled in the leather mittens, “This isn’t fair. I’m not some animal, I have rights.”

Bringing the muzzle around, with his hand on the cage, Levi adjusted it on your lower face. “You’re lucky we are even allowing clothes. Being restrained is the least of your worries.”

Wrenching the belts tight enough, you were completely gagged. Hovering over you, Levi planted his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs dug into your collarbones.

Erwin leaned to give a kiss on the edge of the muzzle, his nose brushing against your cheekbone. His hands slipped up your t-shirt to caress the bare skin of your waist. “Even with Levi’s crude cuffs and gag, you’re so beautiful like this.”

Levi huffed from above you, “Sorry I can’t stand your stupid frilly, pink shit.”

“I wasn’t complaining, just making an observation.” Erwin gave one last kiss to your temple and pulled away. “I have work to do, keep her occupied.”

Lifting you off Erwin by your waist, he planted you next to him on the couch. Erwin got up and walked off, leaving you with Levi. Curling in on yourself as much as you could, you scooted away.

“Come back here,” Levi instantly put his arm around your shoulders and forced you back to him. “You better get used to being touched because you’re not even getting an inch away from us.”

You snarled, unable to do more than that.

“Bitch and moan all you want, you’re not getting out of this for a while. Next time don’t be so impulsive.”

You hate that he was right. Next time, as he said, you will be a few steps ahead. You’ll take this as a learning curve. You were getting out of here, alive. 

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The scrapes on the heel of your palms itched. Your fingers ached and cramped from being in the same position. Still sat by Levi, you blatantly tugged at the restraints, trying to find any give.

You hissed when he bopped you on the exposed skin of your arm. Glaring at him, you only rattled the chains more. He looped two fingers through the chain and yanked you to him.

“Got something to say, brat?”

You grumbled in response. Obviously you do, but you can’t speak with the damn muzzle. From the amused glimmer shone in Levi’s eye, he was mocking you. Bringing your hands back to you, you tried to communicate your growing predicament. It had been hours and the urge to use the bathroom had grown to your discontentment.

Huffing, you moved to stand, but Levi pulled you back down to him.

“And where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Whimpering, you attempted to grab his hand. His hand sandwiched between your mitts, he raised a brow at you. Not letting him go, you carefully got up from the couch, your gaze never leaving his. Bringing him with you, you shuffled towards the bathroom.

Understanding what you meant, Levi hooked his fingers through the chain again and led you instead. Passing by Erwin’s office, you kept your head down to avoid him as much as you could. Your anger had been mainly targeted towards him, but so was your fear.

Stuck in the small room with Levi, you made your way to the toilet and held your hands out. Standing against the door with his arms crossed, he tilted his head. Shaking your hands with a jingle, you were already sick of not being able to properly communicate.

“I’m not undoing them.”

With a huff, your hands hit your thighs with a thwomp . Ungracefully, you slipped a mitt into the front of your pants and tried to force the material down. For once, you cursed them for allowing you to wear normal clothes and not the flimsy skirts you were often given.

Shimmying them down enough, luckily your underwear had been caught with the jeans. Sitting to do your business, you pretend Levi wasn’t there. He had other plans as he stood over you.

“How do you plan to clean yourself?” He taunted.

Cold washed over you. You hadn’t thought that far. He was right. With the mitts there was no way for you to clean up in any way. Pushing him away, you stood up quickly and pawed at your fallen shorts. Fuck that. You rather get an infection than have them do something so humiliating.

Levi effortlessly pulled your clothes back up. “Changed your mind?”

Defeated, you nodded your head. He won this one, for now.

~*~

Barely a day had passed and you were already in agony. Your bladder pressed up against your stomach and your lower back ached. Levi silently watched you suffer while Erwin would condescendingly ask if you would like to use ‘the little girl’s room’. You wanted to punch the smug look right off his face.

You were reduced back to nothing more than an animal. Similar to your first day, you were no longer allowed to eat at the kitchen table. Your mitts were chained to the metal loop under the table paired with the dog bowls. Other than when Levi would brush your teeth, it was the only time you were free of the muzzle. A sigh of relief on your aching jaw.

The men talk above you about things you don’t particularly care to listen to. Unless you must, you have been ignoring them to the best of your ability. You stopped giving them the reaction they were salivating for. Erwin met this with unwavering patience while Levi purposely antagonized you. He wanted a reason to continue his little game.

You sat on your heel the whole meal. Having to bend over was not helping your urge to go. At this point, you weren’t even sure if your stubbornness would be worth the consequences. Though any time you thought of either of them wiping for you, a shutter stroked your spine.

Sitting up, you stared at your half eaten meal. Anything you ate sat heavy in your stomach only pushing further down on your bladder. Also resisting had left you nauseous.

Chairs scraped against the hardwood floor. A shadow casted over your form as Levi leaned down.

“You barely ate.”

You faced away from him and slouched in on yourself.

He clicked his tongue at you. Unclipping the cuff, he slipped the string from the loop, metal grinded together. Gripping your forearm, you flinched at his chilly fingers. Pulling you out from underneath, he sat back down at the chair. Hands wrapped around each arm, Levi dragged you towards him to kneel.

Swiping the muzzle from where it laid, he with such crippling grace moved your hair from your face. Placing the gag upon your jaw, he threaded the leather through and tightened it. Levi’s gaze never left yours. His fingers tickled the back of your neck.

“Go to Erwin,” He said, his voice oddly soft.

Unable to do anything but obey, you awkwardly got up. Using his strong thighs to lift your weight, your fingers dug into the muscle. Moving sent a spike into your bladder. Sticking straight up, your fingers pinched the skin of your palms. Whimpering, you squeezed your eyes shut to will away the need. You will not pee yourself like a child.

Levi did nothing to ail your dilemma. His lidded, bored eyes stared up at your withering form. Clenching your thighs, you breathed in and gathered yourself.

Lamely, you clutched the table behind you and walked away from where Levi cocooned you. Limbs stiff like a marionette controlled by flimsy strings, you stumbled into the living room. Erwin sat at his recliner, hand outstretched towards you. Reluctant to his overwhelming warmth, you hesitated to accept his embrace.

Clutching onto your fragile wrist, he pulled you to him. Leaving you no room, you crumpled onto his lap. Manhandling your body to sit sideways, you winced as he held no regard for your predicament. Why would he when all he wanted was for you to make a mess of yourself.

Perched on his right thigh, your legs dangled over the arm. Palming your head, he lulled you to rest on his shoulder. His other dragged up and down the side of your thigh. Picking at the healing scabs, you focused on the wounds on your palms.

He continued to watch the TV, not acknowledging you further. You sighed through your nose. A yip caught in your chest when he bounced his leg, jostling you. Blood salty on your tongue, you chanted in your head, don’t go, don’t go, don’t go .

Erwin bobbled you up again and a small burst of wetness hit your panties. Petrified, you stood straight up. Forgoing the muzzle, the cage nicked his prominent jaw.

“Shit,” He winced.

Frantically, you turned to him and tented your eyebrows and shook your head. With such a minimal way to communicate, there was nothing else you could do to convey you didn’t mean to.

Hand clamped on your nape, he wasn’t so forgiving, “I think it’s time for bed.”

Working his jowls, Erwin pushed your legs off him. Not releasing your neck, he passed by Levi who crossed his arms. He would not save you and never will.

Staggering down the hall, you couldn’t do anything. Wincing with each step as your bladder bobbled, your stomach twinged.

Crossing the threshold of your room, you collapsed and curled in on yourself. With no sympathy, he bent down and shoved your crumpled body into the crate. Crying, you hiccuped and sobbed at your self inflicted pain.

Trapping you inside your cage, even if you wanted to give up, the opportunity had passed. Slamming the door, you were left alone. Like a sniveling puppy, you laid there in agony and prayed sleep came to you quickly.

~*~

Ammonia permeated through the confined space. Your nose tickled at the potent stench. Blinking away the blurriness from your vision, your brain failed to catch up with information given to you. Wetness spilled from your crotch down your thighs and under your bum.

A dark spot bled through the silky pink you wore. Coolness dripped from the liquid. You had peed yourself in your sleep and it must have been the smell that woke you up and not the act itself.

Tears cascaded down your stinging eyes and pooled at the edge of the muzzle. Your chest hiccuped and heaved as you sat up. You wanted out of the crate. You couldn’t stand sitting in your own filth and from the soft moonlight, it would be hours before Erwin came to wake you up.

Threading your foot over the chain, you pulled and thrust your leg out. The metal creaked, but did not budge. Frantic and losing all reason, you kicked the crate. An audible rattle rang throughout the room. Frustrated, you kept pounding against the lock to no avail.

Slumping in exhaustion, you rested your forehead against the fenced metal. At least your stomach didn’t hurt anymore.

The brief calm was disturbed by thundering footsteps slamming above you. They must have heard your insistent pounding.

Twisting the knob, both Levi and Erwin entered, disheveled. Shyness crept up and you meekly covered your crotch with your hands. You only fell further in on yourself when you spied Levi grimace.

“Oh honey, what happened?” Erwin’s voice was a tooth rotting saccharine.

Crouching, he swiftly unlocked the crate. You flinched back and attempted to crawl into the mountain of plushies. His all encompassing hands seized your waist and dragged you to him. Ripping you from both your shame and sanctuary, he put you before him.

Standing up with you, Erwin looked at your obviously wet shorts.

“Did she seriously wet herself?” Levi drawled, mean and apathetic.

“Levi,” Erwin barked at the other man.

He simply rolled his eyes. “Well, guess whose gotta clean your messes. Again.” Though he looked straight at you, his words felt targeted at Erwin.

Bristling, Erwin snapped back, “Just because your cranky, does not—”

“Do not speak to me like you do her.” Levi easily shot down Erwin.

Clamping his mouth shut, his jaw jumped from how hard he clenched his teeth. Cocking his head, Erwin plastered an overly pleasant smile on his lips. “You’re right, I’m sorry. How about you clean her up and I’ll handle the crate?”

“Sure.”

You stood there as Levi went to the drawers to pull out fresh clothes. Erwin groaned as his knees creaked from bending down and started to pull the bedding from the crate. Your heart rate picked up when you remembered the teddy bear.

Your fingers trembled. Erwin pulled everything out that was soaked in one pile and those dry in another. He turned to you and smiled, “Luckily only the mat and your blanky got dirty. None of your stuffies will need to be washed.”

Shoulders drooping, he took that as relief for his comment and not that he didn’t figure out the teddy. He grabbed said teddy bear and shook it to emphasize his point. Putting it back down, Erwin gathered your urine soaked bedding as Levi came for you.

Hooking a hand over your bicep, he led you away. “Are you happy with what you have done?”

Honestly, at this point, you don’t even know.

Chapter Text

After the incident in your cage, you don’t know how much longer you could handle this torment. Levi had been rough with cleaning you last night. His tone was mean and scathing as he scrubbed your skin raw. The same lecture dripped off his tongue. Why don’t you just obey?

He didn’t care for your babbling tears and weak apologies. He knew you would just repeat this again until they or you break. You could never do it the easy way. It just wasn’t in your nature.

So Levi decided to give you the push—he told himself it’s for your sake, but he knew his selfish reasons.

All day while Erwin had left for work, Levi had upped the ante. You could tell he had something planned. He didn’t let you forget your shame that you wet yourself for the second time you were trapped in this house.

“You’re going to make yourself useful today,” He said as he dressed you for the day.

You tilted your head in confusion and grumbled. How exactly could you help in this state?

Turning towards the hamper in the corner of the bathroom, he grabbed it and commanded you to follow. Perplexed, you shuffled behind him out the bathroom and down the hall. Turning left, he went into the corridor you didn’t explore besides to flash the light. You stared at the window, it looked so different with sunlight fluttering through it.

Going to the door to the far left beside the window, Levi hitched the basket on his hip and opened the door. Leaving it open for you, you walked inside the foreign room.

Inside, in front of you in the small room was a washer and dryer. Levi placed the basket on the counter to the right of you, cabinets hung above it. In the corner was a door, you could only assume it was a closet. By the machines was a radiator.

“Sort these by lights and darks,” He commanded.

Not really understanding what he was trying to pull, you awkwardly shuffle over to the wooden counter. With limited mobility, you scooped up the clothes and sorted them as he demanded. Across the small room he went about his business, though his eyes didn’t leave you. His gaze burned against your back.

In no time, you finished the task you were given. Pivoting on your foot, you grunted at him. He was already waiting.

He nodded his head to the cabinet above you, “Grab the laundry detergent.”

Quirking a brow, you went back to the counter. Above you the cabinets had a handle thankfully. Reaching up, you cupped the handle between your curled hands. The detergent was on the bottom most shelf. Most likely to be easily accessible to Levi. On your tippy-toes you were able to reach the gallon, but you couldn’t get a good grip.

You knew Levi wanted you to ask—well, gesture—for help. Fuck that. You weren’t going to roll over for him. Glaring at the obnoxious yellow gallon, you squeezed both hands around it the best you can and pulled.

It immediately slipped out of your hands and you clenched your eyes, ready for impact. The warmth of Levi’s chest against your back prodded your skin as he swiftly caught the detergent.

Opening your lids, you tilted your head to him. His face was blank, but you could tell the annoyance in his posture.

“That’s my bad. I forgot how idiotic you are.”

One hand clutched on the gallon, he pulled from you. His warmth left with him.

You looked down, humiliated. Levi knew exactly what to say to make you feel thoroughly degraded.

He didn’t acknowledge you while he finished the laundry. You stood there aimlessly, feeling like a stupid child. Your nose itched at wanting to cry. Not many things got to you like this, but both him and Erwin knew exactly how to dig into old, festering wounds. The silent treatment after being ripped a new one wasn’t anything unfamiliar.

Burying the spiraling thoughts and unpleasant memories, you simply waited for Levi to be done.

Finally glancing at you, he crossed his arms. “Are you competent enough to bring the basket back to the bathroom while I make lunch or is that too difficult for you, too?”

A snarl left before you could help it. He purposely made you try to get the detergent knowing full well you couldn’t properly grab it. And now he continuously rubbed in that you needed help.

Huffing, you spun around, grabbed the basket and stomped past him. His hand easily hooked above your elbow and tugged you back.

“Watch your tone.”

He jostled you when you glared. Shifting your gaze off to the side, you sighed and nodded. Getting what you were trying to convey, he let you go. Scurrying away from him, Levi popped you on the ass.

Your shoulders shot to your ears as you walked faster. The slap was light and your bum didn’t even sting, but you do not like him being so touchy especially in that way.

Rushing to the bathroom, you dropped the basket down. You sat on the toilet lid for a moment to gather your thoughts. Levi was trying his hardest to get you to break, you knew this well. As much as you didn’t want it to affect you, it did. Your resolve had already been flimsy, like a dilapidated building, from the incident in the crate.

Putting your head between your knees, you exhaled. How much longer could you handle this? Not just this particular punishment, but being confined here. Were you doomed to be broken in like a bad dog. How much longer until you became another one of Erwin’s failed strays? Trying to strategize the possibilities only made you dizzy.

Pushing yourself up, you switched your brain off and walked in the kitchen to where Levi stood.

“Took you long enough.”

You shrugged at his jab. Levi’s cheek twitched at your monotone response.

The table had already been set with sandwiches. You stared at the food blankly. There was no way you could eat without help or else you would make a mess. Levi hated messes.

“You should be grateful I’m letting you eat at the table.”

Pulling your chair out, Levi tilted the chair to face him. Sitting in your chair, you didn’t look at him as he unbuckled the belts in the muzzle and removed it from your throbbing jaw. Rolling the bone around, you tried to relieve as much pain as you could.

The gag clattered against the table top. Levi grabbed his own food and ate. You merely stared at your food, working it around in your brain on how to grab it without embarrassing yourself.

“If you need help, use your words,” He snarked, not looking at you.

Glaring up from under your brow, you didn’t comment. Going back to your sandwich, you reached out. Just as the leather almost touched it, you stopped. You didn’t want to dirty it. Levi would only call you filthy and you don’t know if you could handle it.

You weren’t filthy, you weren’t dirty, you weren’t a slob, and you most certainly weren’t incompetent.

Sliding the plate away, you sagged against the chair.

“Stop being stubborn and eat.” Levi had finished his own food.

Giving the silent treatment right back to him, you shook your head. Slipping the plate to him, he grabbed a slice, ready to feed you as he intended.

Your skin crawled at the thought of Levi hand-feeding you. That was something Erwin relished in, not him. Levi didn’t like treating you like a child, he gave you more leeway to be the adult you are.

Rapidly, you shook your head again.

“No? Then pick it up.”

The helplessness swallowed you whole. The support beam holding the last of your sanity snapped.

An earth shattering sob hiccuped from the depth of your diaphragm. The mitts covered your face as you cried and cried.

Levi blinked in surprise and instantly his hands cradled your shoulders. His palms engulfed the bones, igniting you.

“I can’t take it! I didn’t mean to, I swear. I’m sorry, I was scared! Please stop this, please,” The words tumbled out in a wicked stream. At this point, you don’t even know if you’re apologizing for trying to escape, or something else.

Pulling your hands from your face, he considered you for a moment. “What are you willing to do to be forgiven?”

“Anything! Just please stop with the muzzle and mittens. I won’t even complain about the shock collar,” You babbled, staring into his unwavering gaze.

“Prove it.”

“How?”

Levi didn’t say anything as his hand went to brush against your wet, puffy cheek. “I will think of something as we wait for Erwin to come home.”

Letting your head hang, you didn’t reply as you continued to sniffle. How weak could you be?

~*~

You winced at the slamming of the front door. Erwin was home. This did not soothe you as you curled in yourself. You were sat on the couch, waiting for him to arrive.

Levi continued to finish cleaning the house, leaving you to mope.

“Hello princess- why aren’t you wearing your gag?” Erwin cut himself off, puzzled at your lack of restraints.

You didn’t respond. Levi walked in and spoke for you, “The brat has something to say.”

“Oh?” Erwin raised a thick brow.

“I’m sorry,” You paused to gulp, “I will- um, I will do anything to earn your forgiveness.” Your own patheticness made you gag.

A smile graced Erwin as he stepped further inside. Kneeling before you, he clutched onto your hands. “Anything?”

“Anything,” You breathed.

Levi came to stand by Erwin and grabbed your jaw. Stretching your neck and turning you to him, his fingers dug into the hollows of your cheeks.

“I decided what I want. Bark for me.”

Cornered by the two men, you couldn’t process his request. His fingers pinched further in.

Swallowing your pride, you parted your lips and barked. The sound was small and unsure, you honestly sounded like a pathetic puppy begging for attention.

Levi swiped his thumb across your lip. He gave a small shutter, obviously pleased with your broken disposition.

“Got any requests, Erwin?” Levi asked and honed in on the man next to him.

“I do.”

Sliding his hand away from your face, Levi didn’t leave.

Erwin grabbed your attention, his fingers fiddled with the belts. Those deep blues bore you. “I want you to address me properly. I’m your daddy. I know how hard it is for you, so I will allow three reminders. If I need to remind you more than that, then everything goes back with no fuss. Understood?”

Biting the inside of your cheek to subdue the gag, you retreat in your head. “Understood, d-daddy.”

Shockingly a blush spread on Erwin’s cheeks as he let his head hang for a moment. A soft fuck muttered under his breath.

“That enough to get you going, you old pervert?” Levi jabbed at Erwin, amusement present on his face.

Erwin only chuckled, he wasn’t wrong.

Composing himself, Erwin flicked open the belts and one by one freed your hands. You instantly flexed your fingers, returning proper circulation to them. Free once more, you were ready to abuse it.

“Can I go to the bathroom, daddy?” The word tasted foul on your tongue, but you weren’t going to immediately land yourself gagged and bound again.

Erwin smiled, “Go ahead, pretty girl.”

Crawling away from them, you jumped off the other side of the couch and raced to the bathroom. Shutting the door, you leaned your back against it and slid down until your butt ungracefully hit the cold floor.

Staring into the room, you look into the open compartments under the sink. Curious, you crawled to the bins you haven’t seen before. Rummaging through them you didn’t find anything useful, but you did come across a pink bin filled with feminine products. Unused feminine products. A cold rock dropped to the bottom of your stomach.

You haven’t had your period in months.

Forgetting you indeed needed to go, you swung the door open and fumbled out to look out the window down the hall. You knew the weather had gotten slightly colder, but the green leaves being swallowed by orange only cemented what you thought.

You haven’t bled since being kidnapped. Your period was pretty regular, every once and a while skipping a month or two if you were stressed enough, but never this long.

Racking your hands into your hair, you gripped the strands and tugged. You were going to be sick. You needed out of here now .

~*~

The rest of the night you were on edge, deep in your head. Nothing processed in front of you. Both men noticed the spontaneous change in your demeanor. They didn’t matter as you were actively losing your mind and your cool.

You refused to believe there was a possibility you were pregnant. It would have to be Levi’s. You never wanted children, especially not his. Before you were homeless you were trying to get your tubes tied, but you ultimately couldn’t afford it.

You could tell them about this, they must have also noticed, but you were scared of the reaction. Would they force you to keep it, continue this fucked up game of house?

Shaking your head, you weren’t going to risk it. So you stayed silent, spoke only when addressed and picked at the scabs on your palms to distract yourself.

“Ready for bed?” Erwin asked softly.

“Yes, daddy.” You hated this, you hated them with every fiber of your being.

Guiding you to your room, you bared with his palm at the small of your back. Opening the crate, he didn’t need to help as you went inside yourself.

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

Laying away from him, you stared out into the room, “You too, daddy.”

Erwin lingered for a moment as if to question you, but decided against it and walked out the room.

For hours you did not move. You slowed your breathing to listen out for the men. Even when both footsteps retreated up the stairs to retire, you waited.

You counted to a thousand to ease your mind. Reaching said number, your hand grabbed your teddy and pulled the screwdriver from betwixt the cotton.

Getting up on your knees, you picked the lock with ease. You were getting good at this. Maybe when you get out of here, you can become a locksmith. You saw somewhere they made decent money.

Placing the tool down, you clambered out your cage and crept to the door. Carefully, you leaned your head out and stared down the hall for any noise. The house was bare of any sound. Satisfied, you tip-toed out.

You continued your descent down the corridor. At the arch to the kitchen and living room, you peaked your head to see no Levi having his midnight tea. You had been awake the whole time so Levi was bound to come down soon, so you had to be quick.

Shuffling to the mudroom, you crouched at the drawer and grabbed the flashlight. Leaving it slightly ajar, you went to the familiar hallway. Tonight must have been a full moon from how brightly it streamed through the window.

Sitting down, you clicked on the flashlight. The old couple must be suspicious at this point. When you came home from the hospital the elderly man had lingered, he must know something is up. Though you have no clue how long it would take before he or his wife noticed.

Absentmindedly, you signaled S.O.S. over and over. You worked it over in your head, did you have the time to waste relying on the possibility they could save you? Despite being free of the restraints, there was no way they would be careless enough again to give you an easy way back into the public.

From behind you, you heard the floorboard creak. Before you could whip around, a hand clamped on your nape.

“Care to explain what you’re doing, princess.”

Chapter Text

“Care to explain what you’re doing, princess.”

A cold sweat instantly broke out across your skin. His fingernails pinched further into the sides of your nape. Erwin’s palm heavy, the collar the only thing separating you from the heat. Focusing your eyes on the reflection instead, you bit your lip as you saw his imposing form loom.

Your body flinched and tensed as he jostled you at your silence. “I asked what are you doing.”

Clicking the flashlight off, you clutched it to your chest as your system shut down. You knew there was a high possibility of you being caught, but you never prepared for it. You had grown cocky and careless in your desperation.

His other hand whipped out and grabbed your wrist to twist you around. In the spin, Erwin slammed a heavy hand on your shoulder, his thumb pressed on your clavicle. He dared not stoop down to your level, he let you crane your head up to gawk at him.

“I won’t fucking ask again.”

You flinched at his curse. Erwin rarely swore unless he was at his wits end.

Sucking in air, you gaze shifted to the side in contemplation. Could you lie your way out of this? He already saw you were flickering the lights out the window.

Think, think, think, you begged to yourself.

Erwin’s face slacked in realization. “Don’t tell me.”

You gulped and your fingernails bent back from the grip on the flashlight.

“It wasn’t Levi getting up in the middle of night disturbing the neighbors, was it?”

Knowing you were got, you shifted your grip on the flashlight. Swiftly you rotated your arm out his bruising grip and raised it to hit him in the head. He caught your arm with ease. Prying it from your fingers, he tossed it to the side. A thunk resonated as the flashlight cracked against the wall.

Like a snake, his grip slithered back up to your nape and sunk its teeth in. You instantly went to his wrist, and pulled and tugged.

“After all I fucking done for you and this is what you repay me-”

“Fuck you!”

You cried when he forced your head down further. Guiding you, he lugged you down the hall. Digging your heels in and slacking your body, you wriggled.

Slipping his finger around the collar, Erwin didn’t care as he dragged your further. You gagged as the gritty material bit into your fragile skin.

He continued to grumble and seethe under his breath as he brought you to the basement door. With finesse, he swung it open and began his descent.

“No, no!” You screeched, “Let me go!”

The basement only meant horrid things.

Your feet clumsily hit every step as he half dragged half walked you further down. At the bottom of the stairs, he threw you. You crumpled onto the floor from his strength. Whipping your head around, you glared and spied the door was still open.

Scrambling up, you bulldozed for the door but he wrapped an arm around your waist and hulled you upwards.

“You can never make things easy,” He muttered as he stomped back up the stairs with you in tow and slammed the door.

With little care, he let your limbs bump against the wall corners. Walking back into the room, he went straight for the weird leather bench you saw the two times you were forced down here. One-handed, Erwin collapsed the flat bench at the middle and then bent the part of that parallel to the ground like an L.

Throwing you onto the bench, you bent over it with your knees on the soft cushion of the shelf. Erwin clamped back on your neck to keep you down on the flat part of the bench. The thin shirt did nothing to save you from the cold leather pinching your squished breasts.

Taking the cuff on the left side of you, he moved his stationary hand to slip your wrist through it. Quickly he threaded the belt and tightened it before you could attempt to move.

Your free arm shot backwards to elbow his sternum, but he dodged your attack. The other cuff rattled as he repeated the steps. Your arms were restrained above your head with a bend to your elbow. To avoid being suffocated, you tilted your head to the side where Erwin was. Your forearm slightly obstructed the view.

He had already moved behind you. Taking the cuffs attached to the side of the bench at the bottom, he slipped your foot through the hole. Kicking out did nothing. You were completely bound and bent over, vulnerable to what he deemed the worthy punishment for your actions.

Through the whole ordeal of bounding you, he was silent but had labored breath. The chain had a small amount of give as you forced yourself up by an inch to look over your shoulder. Erwin walked to the closet in the room, racking those thick fingers through his hair. A disheveled Erwin was a terrifying Erwin.

Your shoulders started to sting. Slumping back against the bench, you angled your laying head up as much as you could. Staring at the belts, there must be a way to slip out of them or tug them until the chain broke.

Erwin’s footsteps behind you had your shoulder blades pinch together in apprehension. Warm fingers brushed against the sliver of skin expose from your shirt riding up. Catching the hem, he brought the fabric up further until the small of your back was exposed. You shuttered at the cold. A bead of sweat dripped down the line of your spine.

His blunt fingernails grazed the bare flesh. Your pores raised. Trailing down until he hit the waistband of your shorts and underwear, he hooked his fingers under it and yanked. When the fabric caught at the bend of the bench of your hips, he tugged downwards with more forced, completely exposing you.

“W-what are you doing?” Your voice pitched.

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

Your hands balled into tight fists. At this point, you decided to keep your mouth shut. He was volatile and unpredictable.

“After all I have done for you and you do this? Me and Levi honestly let you off easy after your little escapade since it was a borderline suicide attempt. I thought you finally accepted my love, but you were doing this the whole time? How long? Huh?”

His voice grew manic and in volume.

You stayed quiet.

“Fucking answer me!” He barked.

You yelped before answering, “For weeks! I don’t know, I don’t even know what month it is!”

A creak was heard behind you, “Weeks.”

Your breath paused, waiting for his reaction. “E-erwin?”

“Maybe Levi was right,” Erwin sighed, “Pain is the only way you’ll learn.”

Stuttering, you asked, “Huh- Ah!”

The sound of something heavy catching wind whistled through the still air. A scream pierced your lungs as a thick, wooden paddle clapped against your ass. The holes in the wood to prevent drag punctured your skin. Erwin hit right on your sit spots. Your pussy was caught in the cross fire.

Swinging the paddle again, he aimed a little bit higher. You screamed as it hit right on the globes of your ass. The skin already inflamed. Your fingers fanned out in agony. You tugged on the chains, only to cut into your wrists.

He showed no mercy as he let three spanks rain down on the same spot. Your back hunched as your bum burned.

“Stop, you’re hurting me!”

“And you hurt me by forcing my hand.”

You couldn’t even think up a counter as the paddle impacted just your right cheek, catching your hip. Alternating to the other cheek, the air whistled again as he put so much force your bones shuttered. Going for both again, he striked your tailbone. White clouded your vision as your brain skipped a beat unable to process the pain.

Tears and hiccups poured from you. You couldn’t handle it, your bottom burned and ached. Your toes curled in as Erwin became a beast. Your agony only fueled him and made him sloppy.

You struggled against the chains, they rattled like chimes. Instead of your bottom, he starting hitting your upper thighs. The paddle clapped against your cunt and your clit screamed from the sting.

You thrust your hips forward and knocked your knees together in an attempt to hide the vulnerable core.

“Stop struggling.” Erwin said, cold—yet hot anger dribbled from his mouth.

“It hurts, it hurts!” You babbled, no better than a child.

He didn’t respond and you felt dejected as he didn’t answer to cries. Swinging down, he kept striking and striking. Wetness, syrupy and hot, dropped down your thighs. Your body was coated in sweat. In your squirming, your shirt only rose up more. The chill air did nothing to sooth your overheated flesh.

Another scream ripped from your throat as he hit a spot that hurt more than the others. More wetness streaked down your shaking thighs.

The paddle hissed to strike again. Nothing clouded your mind but the seering agony. You were being punished—not unfairly, but because you misbehaved. You needed out, you can’t- you can’t.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

Erwin paused. Your voice wobbled. Sagging against the bench, your brain entered this floaty state. You didn’t feel like yourself, nothing made sense.

“You can handle it.”

The whip of wood hitting skin reverberated. Erwin spanked over and over until the skin numbed and your brain slipped into a state of disassociation. One last swat clapped against your cunt and your body only propelled forward due to the swing.

Erwin’s footsteps echoed away from your form. A drawer was opened, turning your head you watched as he cleaned the paddle. Red. The paddle had been strained red.

A soft cloth wiped off your blood with such diligence. Deeming it sufficient enough, Erwin went back to the closet to hang it up in its place. Your heart sunk that he treated an inanimate object with more care than he did you, leaving you to stew in your sweat and blood.

Coming back to you, you didn’t stray from him as he didn’t once glance your way. Right when you thought he was going to your right side to release you, he glided past you.

“Where are you going?” You called out, your heart picking up.

He stayed silent until he reached the bottom of the stairs and finally turned to acknowledge you, “Maybe some time in timeout will let you think about what you’ve done.”

“You can’t leave me here?!”

“Good night.”

A cold sweat broke out all across your skin again. “Erwin. Erwin!”

The light in the basement flicked off. A door shut with a click, leaving you in the dark and alone.

Frantically you pulled at your restraints and it didn’t budge. You lunged yourself forward and pulled your wrist down as much as you could. In the dark, you couldn’t place exactly where the belt was.

“Come on, come on, come on.”

Your teeth skimmed the lip of the belt but nothing more. You went for the loop to try and loosen it but you couldn’t reach. Launch forward again, this time you ended up biting your own skin instead.

You stopped for a moment. Sniffling and blinking away the tears, you coned your fingers together and started to wiggle your hand out of the handcuff. You pulled and pulled, but there was no give. Erwin bounded you tight and securely.

A new set of tears flowed from you, wetting the bench beneath your head. Desperate and scared, you rocked your body back and forth to see if you could tip it, but decided against it as it was metal.

Screaming into the open air, you tugged once more until your body gave out. Your body heaved in exhaustion as the only thing you could do now is cry and hope morning comes soon enough.

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Morning must have come.

Tears caked your waterline, gluing your lids together. Wincing, you tried to adjust to the dark that still enveloped you. Your head sluggishly tilted towards where light streamed from the line at the bottom of the door.

Muffled words can be heard by the entrance, but you couldn’t make out what was said. From the volume and cadence alone, you could tell Levi must be not pleased. Stomps reverberated overhead until there was a distinct slam of the front door.

Footsteps walked back with the same hurried pace. More light poured out from the entry as it was opened with great force. You flinched back at him flicking the light on. Despite Levi’s lithe frame, his steps pounded against the stairs. You were too exhausted to even work up any fear. You barely slept the rest of the night, plagued with nightmares and the stinging pain of your ass.

At the bottom of the stairs, he rounded the corner. Levi stopped in what you could assume was shock. Him staring at you only brought tears back to your eyes. Fear tried to wiggle back into your brain that he would continue where Erwin’s left off, but you couldn’t muster up the energy.

“What did you do ?” His words bit, but his eyebrows tented in pity.

Curling your fingers into your palms, sobs racked through your weak body while you furled in on yourself as much as you could with the restraints. Like he would a wounded animal, he slowly stepped closer. Tracing the bite mark left on your arm, he undid the cuff. You didn’t move as he leaned over your body to undo the other side.

Walking to your bound ankles, Levi winced, “Fuck.”

Oh, so it was that bad.

Bending down, he didn’t touch your wounds just yet. The belts around your legs loosened. You didn’t even notice your feet had gone numb from the lack of circulation. Free of your shackles, you still didn’t move.

Levi traced a finger across your ass, you whined and forced yourself further into the bench. Taking the hint, he moved away. He came to the side and looked down upon your sniveling form.

“Do you think you can stand on your own?”

You shook your head.

Levi’s eyes shifted to the side in thought, “We need to clean those marks.”

He didn’t want an answer. Taking your wrist, he lifted your upper body of the bench. Puppeteering you, he swung your arm around his shoulders. His arm snaked around your waist, he stepped backwards so you could follow. Your pants and underwear that hung around your knees, collapsed to the floor. Levi bent down to picked them up. Curling his arm around your knees, he completely lifted you off the floor.

A yelp escaped as the side of your ass brushed against his stomach. Levi remained silent as he carried you with surprising ease. Sometimes you forget just how strong he is. His unwavering strength does not soothe you. And yet, you craved comfort. Even if it meant in the belly of the beast, at least you are warm.

Resting your head against him, Levi glanced down at you. He didn’t say anything as he made it out of basement and took you both to the bathroom. Kicking the door open, he let you down.

Flinging your clothes in the hamper, he pointed, “Lean against the counter.”

Nodding, you rested on your elbows, too weak to stand up straight. Satisfied, Levi turned to the tub and flicked the shower on. Running his hand under the water, he deemed it warm enough.

“I’m getting you new clothes. Try to get in yourself. I will be right back.”

Levi lingered when you didn’t reply, but ultimately, decided to leave you be.

Releasing a breath, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were a mess. Your eyes were swollen and tear tracks dug deep in your cheeks. You looked so broken. Unable to conjure any anger or self-pity, you dragged yourself towards the steaming shower.

Unsteady on your feet, your knees knocked as you wobbled towards it. You could still barely feel your legs as you stumbled. Your ankle buckled. Ready to crash on the floor, an arm slung across your waist and caught you. Clenching your eyes, you balled your fists in embarrassment.

“Let’s make this quick.”

Lip wobbling, your head bobbed in agreement.

Cajoling you into the shower, he made sure you were stable to strip himself of his clothes. Stepping into the stream with you, he coaxed you to lean against him for support. Resting your head on his shoulder, you both pretend what wet his skin was the water.

Clinically, he started to scrub your body, not lingering. He strayed from your bum. Though he spun you so your back faced the steam. Clutching further onto his biceps, you whimpered as the water hit your parted skin. You watched as the water turned pink.

“Hold onto my shoulders.”

Your hands drifted to his sturdy muscle. Levi kneeled down to wash your legs. His fingers danced around the bruising skin of your ankles. He kept his gaze on the wounds while he clicked his tongue. Shifting his weight, he stood back up.

“Can you stand now?”

“I th-think so,” You mumbled. Your hands dropped to your sides while you refused to look him in the eye.

Guiding you to the side, Levi hastily washed himself. Deeming it good enough, he rinsed himself and turned the water off. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself.

The curtain rings screeched against the pole. Steam billowed further into the room, fogging up the mirror. Despite asking if you could handle yourself, Levi helped you out of the shower.

He wrapped a towel around his waist. Going back to you, he used one towel to wrap your hair up. Taking the other, he patted you dry. Levi’s eyes bounced to your face over and over. You knew he was trying to make eye contact, but you just couldn’t.

Throwing the towel into the hamper, he reached for clothes that only consisted of an oversized sleep shirt.

“I think it’s best it keep any fabric off the wounds for now.”

He explained even when you didn’t ask. Not responding again, Levi let out a frustrated sigh that had you flinching back.

“Arms up.” Like a doll, you obeyed and let him slip the shirt through your limbs and head.

He dressed himself just as fast as he washed himself. Crouching in front of the sink cabinet, he reached in the back and found a first aid kit you never noticed. Your eyes glanced to the feminine products and that original terror gripped your heart.

Helplessness squeezed you so tight your breathing stuttered.

Levi’s face pinched at your escalating panic. Slowly lifting off his heels, he stood before you. “I need to clean the cuts, that’s it.”

You shook your head while you stepped backwards. You didn’t first aid, you needed out . You have to leave. This was all his fault.

“Stop being a brat,” Levi barked and grappled onto your wrist.

Pulling you to him, he lifted you up and slung you over his shoulder. Not putting up a fight, you let yourself dangle as his arm coiled above your knees. You couldn’t help but notice how… touchy he was being.

The hardwood floor bobbled as Levi walked towards what you could assume was the living room. Heading to the couch, he bent down so you could slip off his shoulder to sit on your knees, not putting pressure on your bottom.

Placing the first aid kit on the other side of him, Levi sat next to you. Grabbing your upper arm, he splayed you across his lap. Your shoulder blades tensed at the familiar position. Your torso sat on his thighs, not quite perched up as he did before.

Levi rubbed your back to pacify you. Burying your face in the cushions, you tried to relax. Exhaling, your muscle went slack.

“Good girl,” He spoke so softly.

Repositioning you so your ass was perked up and your breasts laid on the couch, he lifted the shirt to look at your ass. Taking the first aid by your head, it uncapped with a pop .

Disinfectant permeated through the air. Your nose wrinkled. Whimpering, you tried to flinch back as the cold stung.

“You can take it.”

That didn’t reassure you at all. He swiped at the splits in your delicate flesh, digging into the bruising that was more than skin deep. He wiped the wounds a few more times. Happy with the disinfectant, he reached for the salve.

Cracking it open, he poured it directed on the flesh. You squirmed at the cold, thick liquid caking the bruises. Levi placed his hand on your back and lightly held you down. His other hand started to rub the medicine in. Heat crept up on your face as he pet your ass. It jiggled as he worked it in. This all felt a little too intimate for your liking.

Though, you let him care for you. Sagging further into him, you let your mind drift off into that blurry haze you were in last night. But, this time, it felt more safe.

Levi’s warmth left you as he shut the first aid kit and cleaned up his mess. Slipping his arm under you, he pushed you up so you were kneeling beside him. He gathered the used wipes and he went to lift himself up, but your grabbed onto his pants and clutch the fabric.

He lifts a brow at you.

You couldn’t speak and only shuffled closer. Levi shut his eyes with a big sigh. Curling his arm around your waist, he placed you on his lap, straddling his hips. Spreading his legs, he relieved any pressure on your ass. This had you slide further down until your crotches slotted together.

Beckoning you closer, you rested your head against his shoulder and nuzzled into the side of his neck. Surprisingly, Levi let you. He cradled you close as his hand stroked up and down your back. Tears bubbled up and wet the hem of his shirt.

“Are you going to tell me what you did or not?”

You only clutched onto him further. If he knew why Erwin punished you, this small piece of kindness would be ripped from your grasp. Here, you almost felt like a human again.

“Either way, it’s going to have to be dealt with when Erwin comes back so you might as well fess up.”

The mention of the larger man had you tense. You knew he would come home eventually, but you were terrified. He beat you until you bled and left you in the dark to rot. While Levi was the reason you needed out, desperately—he was your only lifeline.

That scary place fizzled in your brain, beckoning you to sink until you couldn’t breathe. Unknowingly, you started to hyperventilate again.

“Okay, okay,” Levi muttered, and started to pet your hair. “We will cross that bridge once we get there I guess.”

Trembling with curling fingers deep in the matter of his skirt, you tried to find solace in him. You can pretend jumping from the claws of lion into the open, hungry mouth of the wolf is safer. His teeth can suffice as an embrace.

~*~

Levi let you cling onto him for a lot longer than you thought before the itchy need to tidy set his priorities. You laid on your stomach on the couch, looking longingly out the window. The sound of tires crunching against gravel had you tense up after staring off.

From behind you, Levi put down whatever he was doing and made his way into the living room. You propped yourself up as you heard the front door opening and closing with unneeded force. Kneeling on the couch, you watched as Erwin passed into the threshold.

His eyes bounced to you and then at Levi who came closer with his arms crossed, combative.

“What the fuck happened?”

Erwin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “What do you mean, Levi?”

“Why the fuck did I find her bound, in the dark and blood caked on her ass and thighs, Erwin?” Levi’s voice rose.

You flinched back, scared and confused. Why did he seem upset for your well being? Levi had arguably done worse, but he looked almost offended by Erwin’s behavior.

Erwin crossed further into the living room, not looking at you. That icky feeling resurfaced of when Erwin didn’t acknowledged you and left you in that damn room.

He flippantly waves his hand, “Doesn’t matter. She will be sleeping with us from now on.”

Before Erwin could go anywhere, Levi gripped his upper arm like he would you. “You’re going to explain to me. Now.”

Erwin raised a brow at Levi’s hand, “Can I at least put my stuff down first?”

“Go right ahead,” Levi snarked and dropped his hold.

The large man went down the hall to his office and Levi stood there, fuming. At this point, neither of them were paying attention to you. You couldn’t help feeling like a little kid again. You sat on the couch, an observer.

Coming back, Levi was instantly on top of him. “What happened last night?”

Erwin crossed his arms, “It’s none of your concern. I handled it.”

“Handled it? She was inconsolable!”

You winced as he talked about you like you weren’t there.

Erwin stepped closer and loomed over Levi, “Why do you care?” There was an almost jealous twinge to his tone.

Levi wasn’t intimated by him and tilted his chin up to give the man a dead stare, “I care because I had to clean up your mess.”

Uncomfortable, you started to fiddle with your fingers. Erwin barked something that made you flinch, but your mind started to wonder. You seemed to shrink as the voices that clashed were now masculine and feminine. One of them more shrill than the other.

At this point, none of you could remember what started the fight, but it started to escalate. The voices only pitched in volume. Vaguely, you could make out your mother screaming, look at what you did to her! , followed by the crash of a glass she threw.

Your arms instinctively covered your head as the cup shattered and rained down in pretty glittering shards. You father advanced on her, yelling back, you could have hit her!

Clutching onto your head, you tugged on your hair. You willed the memory away. You were here, not there. Though your current situation wasn’t any better, at least you were no longer a cowering child.

Gritting your teeth, you shake off the grips of childhood remnants. Erwin and Levi were in the kitchen, continuing their argument. At this point, you stopped caring what they were saying. They were so engrossed in their own spat, you were nothing more than a forethought.

You glanced at doorway of the mudroom. You knew you couldn’t leave until you could saw the collar off, but you had to test something.

Placing your hands on the back of the couch, you stepped backwards with shaky legs. Peeling yourself from the cushions, not once did they leave your line of sight. Prowling like an animal sizing up a bigger predator, you side stepped across the floor.

“And whose fault is that?” Levi’s voice rung out as they went to the table.

You were completely out of their sights. Still toeing backwards, your hands gripped the frame of the mudroom. Stepping down, you glanced down to make sure not to trip on the welcome mat.

Your back hit the door. You waited.

There was no alarm, no shock to your collar. Reaching behind, your hand gripped the doorknob and slowly twisted it back and forth. No alarm, no shock.

A flimsy smile graced your lips.

Determined once more, you softly walked back in the living room, their voices starting to calm down. Like you were rewound, you resumed your position on the couch, watching.

Levi came back from where he and Erwin were. He seemed significantly more relaxed. Rounding the couch, he didn’t say anything while he lifted you up and carried you. You were too stunned to argue.

Erwin sat at the head of table, food laid out. Where you really that out of it you didn’t even notice dinner was made?

Gently, Levi sat you at the table. You flinched at the hardwood digging into your bruises. Erwin had the audacity to grimace at your pain.

Levi sits next to you and you side eye him. What the fuck is going on?

Erwin clears his throat, “I’m not going to apologize for punishing you.”

Your lip curled as you stared down your food. An ugly stew of emotions broiled in your gut.

“Erwin,” Levi started to scold. What the actual fuck.

Erwin raised his hand to stop Levi, “Let me continue. I won’t apologize for punishing you, but I can see that I went too far. I let my emotions get the better of me. That won’t happen again, I promise.”

Bitterness dripped from your tongue, “You say that now.”

Sadness swarmed Erwin as he reached for your hand, but you flinched back. A whimper fell out as you put more pressure on a particular cut.

“I just want us to be a happy family.”

You bristled. How dare he. You scoffed while you sarcastically asked, “If you're daddy does that make Levi mommy?” You spat out the word daddy .

A rough hand gripped your jaw and forced you to look at Levi. Ire bubbled up in his smokey irises, “Listen here, you little- don’t encourage her.”

Levi peered over you to Erwin who was stifling his laugh. He dropped his focus back on you and you met his gaze.

You continued on, “And what does that make me? The child or the dog?”

Levi gave you a look that screamed to shut up, but you were content with yourself. All humor left Erwin, his gaze burned into you. Dropping his hold, Levi let you meet Erwin head on.

“You are neither,” Erwin said after a long moment of silence. “You are ours, that’s what you are.”

So a possession. You would never been seen as an equal. You knew this, but him saying it out loud just cemented it. Staring down at your hands, you picked at your nails.

He could see you visibly wilt and tried to do some damage control, “Let’s get you to bed. It’s been a long day, for all of us.”

“I’ll meet you up there,” Levi said, reaching for your uneaten plate.

Erwin walked over to you. He grabbed your arms and turned you so he could lift you into his embrace. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he put his arm under your bum. You whined at the bruising being touched.

Cradling the back of your neck, he massaged the muscles while shushing you. Foreboding churned your stomach. You slightly bounced with each step Erwin took. Going past his office, he turned left instead of taking you to your room.

You completely forgot you were going to sleep with them now. Turning into the hallway you hadn’t went down yet, anxiety hit you as you never been upstairs. Not even when you were on better terms with them. You weren’t allowed and you didn’t want to cross the boundary. It felt too intimate and it still does.

At the end of the hall, Erwin pivoted again and started to ascend the stairs. At the top, he directed you both to the right, down a short hallway. He opened the door and you stared down the other hall before Erwin closed off your view.

When walking in, to the left was an walking in closet, the door left ajar. From the glance you saw suits all in Erwin’s size. This must be his room. Crossing further in to the right was a king sized bed against the wall, a side table on both sides. You were confused why he needed such a big bed and two tables.

Erwin placed you on the mattress. The sheets and bedding were a soft black. You winced when your wounds dragged against the fabric. Erwin looked apologetic.

“I will be back.”

He left to go to the door facing the right side of the bed. Inside was a large bathroom. You couldn’t see much from your limited view so you brought your attention to the rest of the room.

It had been in L-shape, the closet making it seem like a standard rectangle. To the left of you was a large window where the sunset streamed inside. Against the wall on the other end of the bed was an extravagant TV stand. One of those fancy ones where you can close the cabinet to hide away the TV. There were also shelves lined to the brim from what you could see were history books.

Erwin emerged from the bathroom, a first aid kit in hand.

“Lay on your stomach for me.”

You were still scared to be alone with him so you obeyed. Turning on your tummy, you tried not to flinch as Erwin’s weight dipped the bed. You laid slightly off center as Erwin walked on his knees and adjusted himself so he straddled your thighs.

Your heart dropped as he sat back. He rested most of his weight on his ankles so you weren’t crushed, but he was in a position that if he wanted he could slot his crotch against your ass if he leaned his full weight on you.

Flicking the kit open, he took the tube of ointment specifically for cuts. He flipped your shirt up and paused to see you weren’t wearing anything underneath and the sheer damage done to your skin.

Your back hunched as you tried to scrunch forward as his fingers traced his damage. Screwing the cap off, he delicately smeared the clear jelly over the various lesions over your ass. Pulling out band-aids, over the broken skin he used his thumbs to adhere them.

Grabbing a different tube, this medicine was more liquidity as he rubbed them against the bruises. His large hands encompassed your ass, stroking the skin until the lotion was soaked in. You hated how vulnerable you were. You hated how this is what you craved since he spanked you. The fear he was sick of you wriggled in, that you were going to be like all the other girls before you.

Your body went still when he bent over to kiss your exposed nape. His hands dragged upwards to grip your waist. He tickled the flesh his palms swallowed up. Stuttering quaked your chest. You stared at the open bathroom door, terrified.

“I shouldn’t have been so mean. It’s okay, we will keep this between us, right?”

You trembled, “You didn’t tell Levi why?”

Erwin smiled into your neck, “Can you imagine what he would have done if I did?”

You whimpered.

He shushed you as he explored more of your skin. “It will be our little secret. Don’t give me a reason to tell him.”

“Okay,” You nodded your head.

Erwin squeezed your ribs, “What was that?”

“Yes! Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He got up from you and grabbed the wrappers of the band-aids. They crinkled in his grasp. Putting away the other tubes, he closed the kit and left the bed.

Turning your head into the comforter, your breathing picked up in panic. Tears burned your waterline. Forcing your hands to your chest, you clutched your chest as you tried your best to suck in oxygen.

“What the fuck is up with her?” Levi’s voice cut through your spiraling.

Erwin entered the room with a shrug. “Must still be coming down from last night.”

Levi gave him a skeptical glower. He went over to you as Erwin went into the closet to grab pajamas. Keeping an eye on Erwin as he went to the bathroom, he helped you up from your laying position.

“Spit it out.”

You only shook your head. There was nothing he could do. There’s nothing he would do. Levi was just as bad Erwin.

Levi leaned down so you were eye level and squinted at you. Grabbing your cheeks, he didn’t let you break out of his trance. Those stormy irises danced across your face, sniffing out any hint. Not finding what he wanted, he released you with a push.

You were left alone on the giant bed as Levi went to the closet as well. Twisting your lip in confusion, Levi came out in his own set of pajamas, his dirty clothes in one hand, the other held a leash.

He passed by you to throw his clothes into the hamper in the bathroom. Coming back, leash in hand, he placed a knee on the bed. Shuffling closer, he kneeled in front of you as you curled in on yourself by the headboard.

Reaching behind you, he threaded the leash through one of the pillars of the headboard. Looping it through the handle, he pulled it until it was taut. Hooking his fingers through your collar, he tugged you up to present your neck.

He clipped the clasp through the loop of the collar. Bringing you closer, he breathed, “Don’t make me have to reinforce this as well. Don’t try to leave the bed either because I will know.”

“Okay,” You hiccuped.

“Good.”

Coaxing the blanket out from under you, Levi sat to the right of you. He brought it up to cover you both. You blinked in confusion. What?

Erwin came out of the bathroom as Levi bent over to grab a book on the bedside table. He also grabbed a part of readers. Levi needed glasses, too?

“All situated?”

Cracking open the book, Levi replied, “You can say that.”

Erwin chuckled as he went to the other side of the bed. You were squished in the middle of the two. Well, squished was an exaggeration as there was enough room to give you a few inches of space. Levi’s side more than Erwin’s since he was a very broad man.

They slept in the same bed?

You tried not to let your confusion show. What exactly was their relationship? You were baffled at the information laid out in front of you.

“You should lay down,” Erwin said.

Looking at him, you saw that his hair was down and covering his forehead. It made him seem younger.

Erwin took no offense to your non-response and guided you to rest your head on the pillow rather than your scrunched up position. The leash was lax enough to not tug on the collar, but its presence was unforgettable.

Reaching for his phone, Erwin scrolled through work emails, propped up against the pillows like Levi. His free hand discretely went under the blanket and rested on your tummy, his thumb stroking over the shirt.

You closed your eyes, and tried to fight the urge to vomit and impending doom of what Erwin’s lingering touches meant.

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A weight tethered you to the earth. Deep in the ground, you were rooted to dirt surrounding you. No light penetrated your vision as you tried to gain your barrings. Your limbs were completely free, but something wrapped around your throat, keeping you tame.

Your fingers dug into the soft soil that slipped between your grasp. No matter how much you tried to move your body, you were bound. A root circled your waist. Were you in the hollow of a tree? Is that why no light entered here? No, that wasn’t right. Moss encompassed your lame form and if you focused really hard, light did stream in from somewhere so distant.

More roots slithered around you. The one around your waist pulled you into a large mass that flushed itself against your backside. A scalding heat came from whatever was behind you. Another root snaked under your ribs to cradle one of your breasts. The original root made its way down. It slipped from past your navel to the top of your mound until it found your slit.

You whined. But something wasn’t right, your own voice was too faraway. The roots whispered something you couldn’t make out. Was it trying to console or silence you? Something soft and mildly moist brushed against your cheek.

The root stroked up and down your slit until it attached itself to your clit. It swirled and twiddled it as soft, confused moans poured from your cottony mouth. More heat swirled you, but it started to burn.

Abandoning your clit, the root slid down to your hole. There was no pain as it breached inside, though an unforgivable weight sat deep within.

More light hit your closed your eyes. Your body begged to wake up as the extensions of the tree gripped you so hard you were suffocating. Parted lips heaved for more air as you were turned inside out.

Clutching onto the earth in comfort, but the only thing that greeted you was slightly warm, cotton bed sheets. Your hands felt around more in front of you in confusion. Blinking away the drowsiness, one eyes kept closed as you stared out in the bedroom. The bathroom door was left ajar, light cascading in with a harsh line. It was the only source of light in the otherwise bleak room.

That weight never left.

You tensed as you recognized what exactly the root was. Laying on your side, Erwin had spooned you some time after you fell asleep. From under your waist, he tucked his arm and pushed you to rest your weight further into him. That hand had slithered up your shirt and cupped your breast. His other hand dipped down to your pussy, his fingers deep in you, petting against the velvet walls.

Sleep clung onto you. You were paralyzed as Erwin massaged your breast, your nipple trapped between two of his fingers. As he kneaded the fat, he pinched and pulled at the sensitive skin. A whimper tumbled out to which he shushed you.

“Oh, you poor thing,” He cooed as he rested his chin on your head. You were completely curled into his embrace.

Adding another, he fucked you with three fingers. Your thighs trembled; Your pussy tried to accommodate to the stretch. Scissoring his digits deep in you, your back hunched from the slight sting. Though, you didn’t make a fuss in fear of his response.

“I know, baby, I know. It hurts, but we got to stretch you enough to take daddy.”

You bit your lip to muffle the sob. Staring at the bathroom, your mind drifted to where Levi was. Was he in the bathroom, hearing Erwin purr his delusions? Or was getting his midnight tea, so far that come morning he will have no clue what Erwin has done?

Erwin’s palm dug into your clit as his forearm muscles flexed as he fucked into you fast. Another weak moan breached as he rubbed right against the spongy spot deep in you. He smiled into the crown of your head. Squeezing you even closer, he put his thigh in between yours to open you up further. Slick clicking from your wet pussy filled the room.

Trying your best to not let him know you were awake, you nuzzled further into your pillow. It smelt deeply of laundry detergent, like Levi. What is happening to you? Why does your mind insist on sticking to him.

“My sleepy princess,” Erwin chuckled, fucking his fingers deep.

Your hips rocked backwards to chase the pleasure unwillingly being given. Erwin chased your movements, pressing his erection against your ass. Languidly, he canted in your exposed bottom. The only barrier was his flimsy boxers.

Massaging your breast with more fervor, his digits kept their pace, gently tipping you over the edge. So pent up, your body needed release. The pillow welcomed your drawn out keen as you came from his hands. You sagged even further, exhausted. Your lids slipped closed again.

You felt sick to your stomach. In all the times you were forced in any sexual acts, you never once came. But, that was never point of any sexual punishment. You were only meant to be used. A means to the end. You didn’t know what was worst.

Slipping his fingers from your clenching cunt, Erwin rubbed your tummy. Your own slick coated the skin he caressed. Though, he wasn’t done.

Pulling his hips back, his hand went to behind you to pull down his underwear. Clenching your eyes and onto the pillow, you contained your jitters. His cock sprung out and slapped against your lower back. Precum drooled onto your spine. That insufferable heat was back.

Blood rushed in your ears. Adjusting your legs, his hands grabbed your thigh to pull it upwards onto the bed so your pussy was exposed from the back. Tilting your hips so your back arched more, he paused.

“Fuck,” He muttered, “Your little pussy is so cute. It’s begging to be stretched by me.”

Grabbing his cock, he edged himself. He dragged his cockhead up and down your slit. From your hole to your clit, he coated his dick with your wetness. With each path, the head would catch on your hole, but he kept going up and down, up and down.

He couldn’t resist his needs any longer. Tapping his cock right against your hole, he guided himself in you.

“Ah!” You cried, he was way bigger than his fingers.

Erwin froze. You were both at a standstill as you pretend to stay asleep while he made sure you weren’t awake. After a few moments he tried again. Biting the pillow, you muffled your whimpers as he bullied his way into your spasming walls.

“O-oh fuck, you’re tight,” Erwin uncharacteristically moaned. You didn’t like when he swore, it only meant bad things for you.

He splayed his hand against your stomach. Using that as a clutch, he pushed you backwards as he thrusted further into you relenting cunt. Drooling coated the sheets as snuffed your noises. He just kept going, there was no end to him.

Erwin chortled, “Look at that, I’m barely half in. You’re so tight, it’s like Levi never got to you first.”

Rage instantly sparked. You did not like what he meant by that.

Pulling out a little, he pistoned in with more force. Your eyes crossed at him accidentally hitting your g-spot. He continued his rambling, “It’s so unfortunate that brute stole your first time. It should have been me. I would have taken it slow, eased you into it. Taught you just like a daddy should.”

Unease climbed in your gut. Who was he to assume you were even a virgin before Levi fucked you?

Coiling himself further around you, the hand on your breast climbed to right under your throat. His fingers slipped under the collar, toying with it. He wandered from your tummy down to your clit once more. With his middle fingers, he pressed circles into the bud. You whimpered as it did help, Erwin slipped further in. His cock dragged against your walls. More and more he filled you until finally, his hips met yours.

Erwin groaned as his cock hilted. “Look at you, such a big girl taking daddy’s cock with no fuss.”

Pulling back, he softly fucked his dick back in. Your shoulders tensed when he hit your cervix. He was quick to shush you and adjusted his angle. Trying again, he bumped against your g-spot. Pleased your little noises sounded happy and sleepy, he swiveled his pelvis.

Rocking into your heat, he was careful not to wake you. His hand weighed heavy on your throat as he leaned his head to whisper into your sprawled out hair, “My darling girl. My sweet princess I’ll take care of you. I have been dreaming of this since I saw you after your nineteenth birthday. You had grown into such a beautiful woman, but you were like a fumbling fawn. So innocent, so naive.”

Bile rose up. When did he see you after you turned nineteen? You thought he didn't meet you again until months ago? Your thoughts were cut off by him pinching your clit.

Delusion dripped from his tone as he thrust in you harder than he intended. He lost himself in his fantasy, no longer caring if you were awake or not, “But it’s okay, daddy will take care of you. No one will taint you, you are mine to cherish. Isn’t daddy doing so well with your first- fuck! first time. Yeah, yeah you waited just for me, didn’t you? What a good,” a strangled moan tumbled from him, “good girl.”

Erwin twiddled and swirled your clit as he pounded into you. Tears lined your eyes as you tried to block out his fucking batshit insane babbles. His breathing stuttered as his chest heaved against your back. Losing any rhythm, Erwin forced you up more with one hand. Repeatedly punching against that spot deep in you, you couldn’t stop yourself from tumbling over the edge again.

“My princess, such a sweet girl, daddy’s coming too,” He groaned.

Shoving his cock as deep as he could, hips flushed together, warm cum splattered into your spasming cunt. Erwin’s hand went back to your tummy to pet it as he rocked you two side to side. Even as his cock softened, he didn’t leave your sloppy pussy.

Kissing your ear, he collapsed back onto his pillow, obviously content. The hand on your collarbones traveled down to hug right under your tits. Tangled together, you tethered to him, there was no end to him and no start to you.

His cum frothed at the base of his cock and the cooling, thick liquid only disgusted you more. Opening your eyes, you looked at the bathroom. You traced the light to drown out footsteps pattering up the stairs. Silently you mourned how things were. Everything was going to be different.

The line had been crossed. Nothing will save you now from his perversions.

Chapter Text

An unbearable pain had you clutching your stomach. Curling in on yourself until you were in full fetal position, you whimpered. With down-turned lips, your hand reached between your thighs. You instantly hit something warm and viscous. Bring your fingers to your face, you were greeted with thick red.

Terrified, you clutched onto the blanket and ripped it off your body. Blood coated your thighs and under your bum. There was simply too much to be from Erwin fucking you or from the wounds on your ass. Wincing so hard your left eye shut, you knew the source.

You got your period.

Yet relief didn’t course through your system. Forcing yourself to sit up, you spread your legs to get a better assessment at the damage. Luckily the sheets were black so there wouldn’t be any noticeable staining, but you knew Levi won’t be happy.

Maybe you could sneak downstairs with the sheet without him noticing? Judging by the lack of either men, Erwin must have already left for work and Levi’s off somewhere cleaning the house.

You yelped as the bathroom door opened. Levi blinked at you as you scrambled to cover yourself with the blanket. You didn’t expect him to still be upstairs.

Sauntering over to your form, he grabbed the blanket and lifted it off you. You didn’t struggle as he flung it to the side. Clutching onto your sleep shirt, you tugged it down to cover your bare lower half.

At his disapproving, disgusted face tears prickled your eyes. Shoving your head down so far you hunched over, you sniffled. Your fingers dug further into the fabric, frustrated. Your period always left you an emotional wreck and you weren’t in the place to babble. Droplets hit the back of your hand.

Levi didn’t say anything as he walked away. Great, he must think you’re so such a slob he didn’t even want to deal with you. Sniffling again you used your arm to wipe away the tears.

A hand grabbed your wrist and your head sprung up. He came back, his face more neutral. His hand went for the collar and unclipped the leash. Reaching for your other arm, Levi guided you off the bed. At the end of the mattress was a bench with a towel laid on top of it. Moving his hold to the middle of your back, he walked you to the seat. Sitting down, you smeared more blood. Your hands balled at the apex of your thighs.

“It finally came,” Levi said.

You peered up at him, confused, “Huh?”

Levi waved you away almost like he didn’t mean to say that out loud. “It’s nothing. You’ll be okay, don’t worry about it.”

So this whole time Levi knew you were out of sync, knew of the possibility. You paused as fear consumed you. “But what if I’m-”

He stopped you right there and grabbed your face. Bending down, he made sure your eyes didn’t leave his, “I said don’t worry about it. It’s been dealt with, you should be regular again now.”

You decide not to question what he means by that. It's obvious he was talking about your period, but the methods on how he knows you won't miss it again, you rather remain a mystery. So you did the stupidest thing you could and trusted him on his word.

Though, you still weren’t soothed. You made a mess on the bed. Shaking off his hold, you looked back down at your hands.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Why the fuck would you be in trouble?” Levi snarked.

The shirt creaked from your nails puncturing further in, “I got it dirty.”

Levi’s face twitched, “Don’t think so lowly of me. If a little blood disgusted me I wouldn’t be where I am now.”

“But you’re upset,” You couldn’t help but sob.

Clicking his tongue, he rubbed at his temples. Frustration radiated off his form as he took an exhale in. Dropping his arms, he started to crowd you. Placing a knee on the bench beside your thigh, his hand rested on your throat. Your little cries got stuck in your airways. You stared up at him with wide eyes as he forced you further down until your shoulder blades hit the mattress. From the bench being slightly lower, your back was in a perfect arch.

Following you, Levi put all his weight on the arm placed by your head. The hand that sat on your neck slid down. Thin, nimble fingers danced down from your sternum to your belly button. Hook against the hem of your shirt, he lifted it up to see your pussy and inner thighs coated in blood.

To prove a point, he did not break eye contact as he collected some of the red essence and swirled your clit with it. Your thighs jumped in surprise. Clutching your shirt from where your hands laid at your sides, you had no words to say.

Dipping down, his shoved his fingers deep in your cunt and petted against your warm, syrupy walls. Shoving his palm against your clit, he fucked his fingers further in. A tiny moan left you. His forearm tendons bounced and strained as he pulled more sloppy sounds from you.

Your legs spread further and your hips bucked up. It was almost too much.

“Sensitive?” Levi asked.

“Uh huh,” You babbled with a nod.

He added another finger, spreading them to fuck you further open. More blood mixed with your slick poured onto the towel, staining his hand and wrist. He didn’t care as he pistoned in and out. He angled his fingers to hit that spot deep in you. Your back bowed with a gasp.

Grabbing onto his wrist, your hips had a mind of their own. Riding his fingers, you grinding your clit right on the heel of his hand. Levi let you be as your eyes unfocused and your mouth fell agape. Little moans and hiccups filled the room with the wet clicking of your pussy.

He added his pinky to the mix and you were thoroughly stretched. Your cunt sucked him in as your breath caught in your chest. You came with a silent cry. More of your blood caked Levi as your orgasm pushed more out. Levi slowed his thrusts to guide you through it.

You whined as his fingers finally left you with a squelch. Hazy, you watched as Levi didn't break his gaze. Bringing his sullied hand up, he made sure you were looking. You blinked in shock as he wrapped his lips around two of his fingers. He sucked your blood off like it was the sweetness nectar on earth.

The liquid roses left his lips an alluring, shiny rouge. You couldn’t help but stare. Levi’s own eyes lidded as he grabbed your face, getting more blood everywhere. He forced you up so your lips brushed, but not enough to count as a kiss.

“I never said I didn’t enjoy a little bit of a mess, pet. Stop worrying,” He mouthed against you, his voice a beckoning velvet.

“I’ll try.”

He rolled his eyes at that and released you. “Brat.”

~*~

After this morning, Levi properly cleaned you and the sheets. Despite being allowed into their bedroom, Levi didn’t let you explore any further. Throughout the day he had you help more than usual. It was almost like he wanted to keep you occupied. You were thankful for it.

You tried not to think of last night. You knew it wasn’t a fever dream. Erwin had violated you, he finally satiated his hunger. Unknowingly, you kept glancing at the clock on the stove, counting down the seconds until he came home.

Though, at six there was still no Erwin and Levi started dinner. You two sat in silence as he let you eat on your own. After Levi found you in the basement, he seemed almost lenient. Where did the Levi trying to break you go? Did he think you were already broken?

He must, but you couldn’t exactly blame him. You had been silent, compliant and—to your misfortune—clingy. Maybe you were more worn down than you thought. They were getting to you. They were the unrelenting mortar and pestle. You stood no chance against brute strength. Maybe you should give in just for a little bit. Let yourself rest. You could use it for your own benefit. Sink in just enough so they were unsuspecting when you pry yourself free.

You spied Levi clean up dinner as you made up your mind. With the knowledge your period was back for good, you had more time. The only time crunch was your sanity, but you were built to endure.

“Come,” Levi beckoned you like a dog—and this time you didn’t put up a fuss.

He walked you two to the laundry room. Pulling the sheets and blanket from the dryer, he shoved them all in your arms. You sunk your face into the warmth and Levi raised an amused brow. Caught red-handed, you looked to the side, warmth spread across your face.

Leaving you be, Levi cajoled you out of the room and back upstairs. You plopped the bedding on the bench. Levi was about to say something when the front door was opened.

“Can I trust you to make the bed?”

“Sure?” You said, confused.

Levi didn’t leave you any room to question him while he left the room. Completely perplexed as why he scampered off in such a hurry to greet Erwin, you reached for the fitted sheet. You tried not to think too deeply as you continued on with your task. The less time you have to see Erwin the better.

You were scared to face him. The feeling of him in and all over you wouldn’t leave your skin. Everything has changed. Even if Erwin thought you were asleep through it all, how long would it last his touches would be veiled through the guise of you being unaware?

Hushed voices pulled you from your stupor. You stopped to listen further. From where you stood, whatever what was being said was too silent. Parachuting the blanket, you let it fall perfectly on the mattress and tried to pinpoint the conversation.

Walking away from the bed, your eyes roamed around to try and hear better. Prowling closer to the bedroom door, their voices were more clear from the closet. Stepping inside, you looked at the vent in the left corner of the room. Leaning on your hands and knees, you tilted your ear over it.

They were still too muffled, though you could faintly hear Levi insisting that ‘you’ve learned your lesson’. You sat back on your hunches and stared at the vent in disbelief. Dread sat in your stomach. Whatever Erwin had planned must be bad if Levi was advocating for you.

A headache started to form. Crawling out from the closet, you got back to the bed and plop down on it. Staring at the ceiling, you traced the patterns with your eyes. How much longer can you realistically do this? In an unsuspected turn of events, you had Levi on your side—at least somewhat. But, were you smart enough to trick him? Trick them both?

Closing your eyes with a pinched expression, you tried to think. You had been on autopilot this whole time, you haven’t had time to actually think of an full proof escape plan. As it toiled and spun in your mind, the exhaustion of the past couple days hit you. Laid in the middle of the bed, you fell asleep.

~*~

A heavy weight leaning against your waist had you shooting up from your sleep. He was doing it again , laid heavy in your mind. Frantically, you scooted closer right and scrambled for the leash. You needed away from him, now.

Firm hands gripping your wrists stopped you. With a heaving chest, your bobbing eyes goggled at Levi who looked completely and utterly disappointed.

“You couldn’t have waited just a little bit longer?”

You were discombobulated and at a lost. Nothing made sense. Why did he seem so sad?

“I told you, didn’t I?” You flinched at Erwin’s voice ringing behind you. “She would use your kindness against you.”

Erwin rested his weight on his elbow as Levi leaned over to open his bedside drawer. From there, he pulled out leather cuffs. Like a cornered animal, you unclipped the leash for real and crawled down the bed towards the end. Erwin easily hooked his arm around waist and threw you back between them.

“Don’t touch me!” You screeched, deep from your gut and primal.

Sitting up more, Erwin pulled you further into him like he did last night. More screams pierced through the air as your legs kicked. He wrapped his leg around your thighs to keep you down. He held your arms parallel to your chest so Levi could handcuff you.

“Get- get off! I said don’t touch me!” You cried and whipped your head side to side.

“What has gotten into you!” Levi shouted in turn.

He slipped your wrists through the leather. With the chain, he slipped it through your collar, binding your hands down to rest against your sternum. Grabbing the leash, Levi spun your collar to the side, your hands followed to your left collarbone. He clipped the leash the back of the collar this time. With your hands bound at such an awkward angle, there was no way you could release yourself without help or strangling yourself.

More sobs streamed from you as Erwin struggled, his chest heaving against your back. All it did was remind you of his assault. Your fingers cut into your palms as you tried to wiggle from his hold.

Seeing you were properly bound, Erwin laid you back down in the middle of them. Sitting up, Erwin petted your hair and you flinched back with a nasty scowl. He didn’t let that deter him. Levi stared at you, perplexed at your outburst. He was missing something and he didn’t like it.

“We must, Levi.” Erwin said, continuing on with their unspoken conversation.

Levi’s jaw ticked. “Whatever you say.”

More sobs poured out, you hated being out of the loop. Levi looked at you with an unreadable expression. He didn’t say anything as he laid back down and turned to his side towards the bathroom. He shut Erwin out, and you.

Erwin wasn’t happy with his attitude as he stopped stroking your hair and grunted. He also got comfortable and wrapped his arm around your waist, tethering you to him.

Tears wet your cheeks as you sucked your bottom lip in. Your focus didn’t leave Levi’s back as you silently begged for his reassurance once more. Erwin cuddled closer. You were left alone, Levi unknowingly gave you up to be devoured.

Chapter Text

“She’s pretty.”

Erwin looked up from the picture of you he toiled in his hand. He had been nursing the same whiskey on the rocks for an hour. The ice had long since melted, the condensation dripped down, soaked up by the black napkin under the glass. The amber liquid did nothing to soothe him.

“Is she a new one?” The man continued on.

Turning back to the picture, Erwin sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, she is.”

He had taken the picture months ago before they official brought you home. You had such a bright smile on your face. He remembered the day as if it was yesterday. You had came barrelling into their abode, the paper you were holding in the picture clutched in your hand. Since he started helping you with your coursework, thanks to him you were finally able to get a perfect score on your final for your history class. You just looked so happy and beamed up at him with such radiance, he couldn’t help snapping a picture of you, the paper with a giant 100 slapped on it.

He had printed the picture out and slid it into his wallet. Call Erwin old fashioned, but he didn’t really care for smartphones. He liked being able to physically hold something better.

“I know that look. She’s giving you trouble, just like the others?”

Slipping the picture back into his wallet and then into the side pocket of his jacket, Erwin turned his whole attention to the man next to him.

“Trouble? Yes, but she’s nothing like the others. I think she’s the one.”

The man beside Erwin whistled, “Damn, must be important if you’re saying that.”

He nodded in agreement, “The catch is she’s incredibly stubborn. Hell, when we first brought her home, she bit Levi.”

That got him a laugh, “I like her already.”

Erwin stared out at the bar in front of him. He took a sip of his whiskey and grimaced at the water-downed flavor. “You say that now, Miche.”

Brushing his shaggy hair out of his eyes, he pivoted his seat to face Erwin, “You underestimate me.”

“Even Levi can’t wrangle her in.”

Miche crossed his arms, “He’s gotten soft.”

Erwin looked off to the side of the club. To the side of the center of the room where the pole sat with a petrified woman that tried her best to mask it twirling round and round, Levi was in the room down the hall. Unfortunately, while you were still asleep from going into anaphylactic shock both Erwin and Levi received a call about some of the… pets they were waiting to rehome were being rowdy.

As annoying and inconvenient as it was, in the end it was helpful. Levi needed something to redirect his anger towards. He was still agitated with dealing with the other cargo trying to run away, and then with you purposely landing yourself in the hospital, he was bound to blow.

Erwin knew Levi. Levi wasn’t one to go soft. He loved the thrill of wrangling disobedient pets in. He was a man born in violence and he needed somewhere to get out that craving without landing himself behind bars. Levi had always been a sadist, especially in bed, and most people couldn’t handle his brand of play. Here, and with Erwin’s strays, Levi could be himself. Especially you, you brought something out of Levi.

Though, Erwin couldn’t tell if it was for better or worse. He hated to admit it, but Miche’s words got to him the more he thought about it.

Erwin side-eyed Miche, “What are you proposing?”

“Let me deal with her.”

“I’m not bringing her over to your place,” Erwin said with finality. You were not ready to leave the house anytime soon. Bringing you somewhere else would only complicate things.

“Call it a house call then.”

Sitting in silence, Erwin rolled it over in his mind whether or not it would be a good idea. There was so many ways this could go wrong, but he didn’t know how much longer he or Levi could handle your little tantrums. You currently being in the hospital already put so much strain on them both, they were cracking under the pressure.

“Why does it look like you’re having a hard time taking shit?” Levi’s crude joke broke him from his thoughts.

“Always ever so pleasant, Levi,” Miche chortled, and leaned on the bar to talk directly to him.

Levi didn’t sit on one of the stools and decided to lean his side against the counter with his arms crossed by Erwin. He nodded at Miche. “Why did I have to handle the brats if he’s here?”

Erwin shrugged, “I didn’t know he was here. Plus you looked like you needed to blow off steam.”

“I heard about your little situation.”

Levi raised a brow at that and snapped his gaze to Erwin.

He answered his silent question. “Miche offered his help.”

“Absolutely not,” Levi snapped and shut down so quickly it made Erwin blink in shock.

“What do you mean?”

His face morphed further into a scowl, not caring Miche was listening in, “Do you want her to break like all the other ones?”

Erwin did not like his tone. “Attached, are we?”

“Aren’t you?”

Levi also didn’t care for Erwin’s attitude. The short man was already at the end of his rope. Between having to go back to deal with the same problem because of you, and then coming home just to be told you were in the hospital because of your own idiocy, he was ready to strangle you. And Erwin for put this on him, again.

“I think I will let you guys duke this out. Call me when you have an answer.” Miche said and left the bar to which Erwin waved him off.

Focusing back on his partner, Erwin continued, “I can’t argue with that. Have faith in our girl.”

Levi clicked his tongue.

Erwin smiled, “Didn’t you say you were sick of punishing her? Let Miche do all the work.”

Levi looked down and contemplating it for a moment. “Let me think about it, Erwin.”

“Of course.”

~*~

That conversation from August wouldn’t leave Erwin’s head. Shutting the basement door, he tried to ignore how your cries carried up the stairs. It broke his heart to listen to you scream and beg for him to come back. He heard the jingling of the restraints as you fought against them.

Biting down on his molars, he reached for his phone. Walking further down the hall he unlocked it with a swipe and immediately went into his contacts. Not letting himself hesitate, he clicked on the name.

The phone rang three times before a groggy, gruff voice answered, “Erwin?”

This pained Erwin to do, but to him, it’s a necessary evil.

“When are you available?”

Chapter Text

A knock on the door had you all snapping your attention to the front door.

The days have blended together, you only knew it must have been the weekend because Erwin hasn’t left. Tension clung to all three of you. Anticipation was apparent on Erwin as well as Levi’s dread. Whatever they agreed upon that night, they were on opposing sides and you were left in the middle.

The wounds on your ass were almost healed. It didn’t hurt to sit anymore. The bruising didn’t ache and your muscles were no long tender. The main problem was the cuts that were scabbed over, but one wrong shift could reopen them with ease.

Today, oddly enough, you all sat on the couch. Levi kept his distance and Erwin had you sitting on his lap on his recliner. You had attempted to struggle, but Levi snapped you this look that screamed don’t make this worse for yourself . So you gritted your teeth, Erwin sat you sideways with his large hand rubbing up and down your outer thigh. Your skin crawled at the touch.

A thin, flimsy veil of peace blanketed you all. No one talked as the TV raged on, some stupid news channel Erwin enjoyed. The knocked ripped that veil wide open to reveal the truth. Erwin and Levi whipped their heads to each other.

They weren’t expecting visitors so soon.

Levi slowly got up and slunk over to the window. From the sliver of curtain he opened, you saw the neighbor standing there. The old man seemed to be uncomfortable.

Like last time, you expected Levi to open the door and Erwin clamp a hand over your mouth to keep you silent, but Levi waltzed over to you. Silently, Levi grabbed you and through you over his shoulder. A small oof left you as it dug into your stomach.

Turning the corner, Levi took you down the hall where the laundry room is. In the distance, you heard Erwin greet the old man. Adjacent to the laundry room was a door you never really noticed. Flinging it open, a small closet with various cleaning products greeted your nose. Dropping you down on your feet, Levi shoved you inside.

“Keep quiet,” His stare and tone was icy.

You were ready to protest, but he shut the door on you. Annoyed as darkness swarmed you, a lock clicking had you frantically clutch the knob. Twisting it over and over only confirmed he locked you inside. You were tempted to kick the slab of wood, though Levi seemed to be in a no bullshit mood.

Stuck in the small, dim closet, you were surprisingly okay. No fear enveloped you. Maybe it was because you weren’t restrained or it was Levi who locked you inside. Either way, you only felt relief this wasn’t added to the long list of things you would definitely need to work out with a therapist when you escape.

Pressing your ear to the door, he walked down the hall and back to what you assumed was the living room. A faint conversation could be heard. They invited the old man inside? Shifting yourself, you tried to see if you could hear better at a different angle. It was all for naught.

The three men carried on, only one of them not knowing the others were harboring a woman they kidnapped. Your survival instincts begged you to kick up a fuss, but what could an elderly man do against two men in their prime? Sure if they—well, Levi—had to resort to killing the neighbor to keep him silent, it would raise some suspicions. But would it be traced back to them? And to be frank, you weren’t going to sacrifice the lives of others for the sake of your freedom.

Many would call you a coward or weak, but you couldn’t help thinking of the nurse at the hospital. She could have been your out, same with the old man, but Levi was fast and ruthless. The second he sniffed you snitching, their throats would be cut or they would be beaten to a pulp. So you stayed silent. It’s okay you will make it out on your own, or at least you can only hope.

Life just had other plans for you, though. Stepping one foot backwards to get into a more comfortable position, you hit what you think is a dustpan that had you clambering to not fall. Clutching blindly into the air, you slipped forward and audibly smacked against the door.

The house falls silent.

You hold your breath. Clenching your eyes closed, the intrusive thoughts ran rapid. You can vividly visualize Levi slinging an arm around the old man’s throat and squeeze so tight his eyes almost pop out of his head. Clutching his head, he snapped the poor neighbor’s neck with such ease. Then both Erwin and Levi will storm down the hall. Levi would pry you away from the closet. Maybe this will be it and they will slaughter you as well. Finally realize you are more trouble than you are worth. Then they will bury your body in the backyard and when people question the upturned earth, they will reply they are fixing their septic tank. Or maybe they are building a pool, or they want to take up gardening. Your rotting corpse would make good fertilizer.

The old man’s gruff laugh ripped you from your spiraling thoughts. Crashing down from the adrenaline, you collapsed onto the floor. More shuffling resonated. The front door creaked open. A few more words were exchanged and then it shut with a firm bang.

Soft footsteps mosied over to the closet. You knew it was Levi before he even unlocked the door. Your left eye squinted as the hallway and sunlight poured in. Levi looked somewhat confused as to why you were on the ground. His eyes shifted to your foot still on the dustpan.

“You broke my dustpan.”

Looking down, in your clumsy fumble, you snapped it the side clean off. Grumbling, you responded, “I didn’t mean to.”

He hummed while looking off the the side, he continued, “Is that what this ruckus was about?”

You were going to respond, but he reached down and clutched on your upper arm. Hauling you upwards, he dragged you back into the living. Erwin marched out of the mudroom, looking displeased.

“She fell,” Levi barked, not letting you go.

“How does that matter, Levi,” Erwin sauntered over closer, almost like he's studying him.

“She didn’t do it on purpose.”

You whipped your head to Levi and gaped at him. Why was he defending you now?

“Just because it was an accident now, doesn’t mean it will be in the future.”

“You’re being unreasonable.”

Erwin scowled for a moment, before slipping on a cold mask, “Last time I checked, you wanted this, too. Don’t tell me, have you really grown soft?”

Levi clicked his tongue and pushed you away from him. You stumbled a few steps before catching yourself. Landing closer to Erwin you stared up at him. He regarded you for a moment before focusing back on Levi.

“Don’t come crying to me when this one breaks, too. I won’t be there to pick up the pieces. I’m done, Erwin.”

At that, Levi stormed off further into the house. Scared at what he meant about you breaking too, you backed up from Erwin.

Erwin reached out and pet your hair, not caring that you flinched. “Don’t worry, princess, he will come around. Sometimes he gets like this. When things don’t go his way, he gets even brattier than you.” Those bright blues squinted as he gave a small chuckle. He said it like it was a joke between you two, but you could only curl in on yourself. Dread sat heavy in your bones.

~*~

Erwin was a lot more codependent on Levi than he liked to admit. After watching TV for about a couple hours, did Erwin cave first and went to find Levi. By now, the sun had set. You didn’t keep track of how long those two conversed as you blankly watched the screen. As small as it was, it’s time like these made you having your own phone. You hated cable and wanted something else to entertain yourself with. A frustrating ache built up, the type that makes your skin itch.

A firm knock startled you. Though the rapping didn’t came from the front porch. It sounded like on the other side of the house. You knew it wasn’t from the basement, that was too close.

Standing up, cautious, you were about to round the couch when Erwin and Levi emerged from upstairs. Levi walked down the hall to as Erwin kept going to straight past your old bedroom. Both were so lax despite the possible guest.

“Levi?” You called, confused.

“Help me make some tea.”

Unable to argue you followed him into the kitchen. He pointed for you to sit at the island and you obeyed. Another deep voice paired with Erwin’s rang through the house. Both their lumbering footsteps approached. Your heart raced as you watched the opening of the kitchen.

Both men emerged and your muscles locked, ready to run. The other man beside Erwin was somehow larger than him. He was massive, standing about an inch taller than Erwin with broader shoulders. He easily took over the space around him. He stayed silent as Erwin spoke.

Guiding his guest into the living room, the strange man glanced at you for a brief moment. Those haunting hazel eyes sent a chill down your spine. You couldn’t help feeling like a rabbit about to be torn into. Besides that, neither men acknowledge you.

Your fingers dug into wood of the stool. Despite asking you to help, Levi didn’t beckon you over. He let you sit as he glided across the kitchen to brew the tiny tea leaves. Standing on his tip-toes, he grabbed two tea cups with saucers along with a metal tray. The clanking of porcelain and metal grated your ears.

Out the corner of your eye, you observed Erwin and the guest. The guest had his arms crossed, pushing his pecs upwards. His biceps bulged in his grey long sleeve. Erwin spoke to him and he nodded along, but other than that he didn’t respond. Whatever Erwin said sounded underwater. Despite trying your best, you couldn’t focus on the words.

The kettle whistling had you flinch back so hard, your spine banged against the corner. Levi moved it off the burner. Pivoting, he brought his focus back to you as he waited for it to cool. You were obviously hyperventilating, your body vibrated with the need to take flight.

Levi subtly shook his head. He knew that look, you were going to spring out of your chair and do something you would later regret. Digging your nails further into the stool, you forced yourself to stay.

Erwin cleared his throat. Shifting his eyes to the large man, Levi perked up like he was given a command. Who's really the dog here? Following his line of sight, Erwin had nodded his head upwards. Levi went back to the kettle and sat it on the tray.

Lifting it up with two hands, he barked, “Come.”

Not wanting to be alone with both Erwin and the stranger, you hopped off the chair and stumbled after Levi. You followed so close you almost stepped on his heels. The strange man glimpsed at you again this time a tiny smile tilted his lips upwards. You squeezed your hands into fists to resist the urge to clutch onto Levi’s shirt.

Down the hall and to the left, Levi guided you upstairs. With such poise, none of the cups or kettle shifted on the tray. Tottling along, he walked down the hall to the door that sat at the end.

“Open the door.”

Shuffling past him, you opened the mysterious door that piqued your curiosity last week. Upon entering the room, in the corner was in home bar. There was a shelf embedded into the wall that had various whiskys, wines and rums stacked together. Midway was a small counter against the wall that had a built in mini fridge under it. Bracketing it was two cabinets.

Crossing further into the room, a window sat next to the bar with its ruby red curtain shut. And next to that was a bookshelf lined from ground to ceiling with many books of different genres. Levi went into the center of the room and here you realized it was L-shaped. Against the right side of room was more bookshelves along with two seats of dark woven fabric with a circle table in the middle. There, Levi place the tray down.

Parallel to the chairs was a couch with a side table that sat at the protruding corner of the L. The couch was a deep velvet with intricate wood backing. It was a wide couch pushed up against the wall. Tucked in the corner by the couch was a lamp that cascaded a warm, dim light.

Levi grabbed your shoulders and forced you to sit on the very comfortable couch. Grabbing the tea cup on the left in the strange way he does, he sat beside you.

He swirled your cup before handing it to you, “Drink it all.”

Hesitantly, you reached for it and hugged it between your palms. Levi stared down, waiting for you to listen. Biting the corner of your lip, you bring it to your nose and stared at it. Nothing seemed wrong with it. Wanting something to sooth you, you downed the tea all in one go. You winced at the burn from the scolding liquid. Smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, your face pinched at the odd aftertaste.

It settled weird in your stomach. “What was that?”

Levi didn’t answer your question. He hung over you to reach for the side table. You leaned back as he hovered. Opening the drawer, he snapped his gaze to regard you for a moment. His steel eyes were lined with purple dark circles that only called more attention to his piercing glare. You were like a butterfly pinned to a cork board.

Slamming the drawer, he grabbed what he needed with one hand. Sit back, you had room to breathe once more. You breath picked up at the proximity. Your chest heaved, you almost felt too warm for your clothes.

Glancing down, held in Levi’s grasp was a leather harness, that forsaken bone gag and the mittens.

“What’s going on?” You asked both about the restraints and as the heat built in your stomach. Unconsciously, your thighs rubbed together to seek relief. Tears pricked your waterline.

“It’s better if you don’t know. Just for once, fucking behave.”

Forcing yourself up, you scooted closer to Levi and grabbed his thighs. Your body shook as you resisted the urge to hump the cushions beneath you. “What did you do to me?”

Levi clutched your chin and forced eye contact, “It will ease the pain.”

More heavy, pitchy exhales tumbled out your mouth. His touch burned and yet soothed the ache. Shaking your head, you tried to rip his grip off you to gain a clearer mind. Though as he let you go, you didn’t stop clutching onto his wrist.

“Did you drug me?” You seethed.

He avoided your question. “It’s only natural for bitches to go into heat, though I think it’s past the season.”

“T-that’s- hah ! that’s not funny,” You were succumbing to the drug faster than you wanted.

“I’m not trying to be.”

He forced your hand off his and reached for your shirt. You went to slap his hands away, but he gripped your wrists and tugged you to him. Nose to nose.

“Don’t make this difficult. You’re lucky it’s me getting you ready. Miche won’t be so lenient and Erwin is at his wits end with you. So fucking knock it off .”

You sniffled as the want to cry came back, “What’s going to happen to me?”

Levi let go off your wrists and went for your shirt again. Your arms lifted as he took the material off. Folding it, he placed it behind him. He took the bone gag first.

“Open.”

“Levi?” You whined.

Placing the cool rubber against your lips, you parted the soft flesh. Your jaw dropped to accommodate the gag. Levi reached behind you and made sure none of your hair caught in the belt.

As he threaded the leather through the hoop, he spared you once glance before going back to his work. “You’re going to be broken in.”

Your cheeks wet as the tears finally spilled over. Levi swiped a thumb against your cheekbone to catch the salty water. He didn’t offer anymore solace. Grabbing the harness, he pulled it over your head. The belts for your arms was loose. Tucking your arms through each hole so the leather sat under your armpits and across your chest, he tighten them to be snug. Hooking his fingers through the middle piece, he tugged to make sure nothing was cutting off circulation.

The harness sat right above your breasts, framing them in an alluring way. Levi reached up and thumbed your right nipple. Highly sensitive, you keened and bucked your hips. Swirling the bud, it pebbled beneath his callused digit. Arching further into him, Levi cupped the other breast. Kneading the fat, he pinched the nipple between his fingers. The other he tweaked to hear you cry out.

Tilting himself closer to you, he dragged his nose against your temple. “Doesn’t it feel good? Just give in and nothing bad will happen.”

Whimpering, you nodded your head, barely listening.

Levi angled his head and brushed his lips against your upper lip. He kissed at the corner of the gag. With one last pull, he departed from your breasts despite your begs to come back.

Satisfied, he took the mittens and you, upset he stopped, hid your hands behind your back.

Levi sighed, “You shitty brat, what the fuck is that going to achieve?”

You shrugged and then willingly gave up the appendages. Like muscle memory, your fingers curled in as he stole your mobility. He strung the chain through the hoop in the harness do your hands rested against your chest. The awkward angle made you look like when a dog stood on its hind legs.

“Is she ready?” Erwin’s voice had you sitting up straight. You didn't even notice him come in.

“Just about,” Levi explained.

With a glass of whisky in hand, Erwin walked to the chair and sat in the one on the right. Miche also strolled in, his arms crossed as he observed Levi at work. Coming over to you, he bent down and sniffed your shoulder. You flinched back, perplexed. His prominent nose brushed against skin before standing with a content smirk. He went back to Erwin and stood by the left chair, but did not sit.

Levi got up from the couch and forced you to fall forward. Guiding you, he had you lay on your chest with your hips in the air. Hooking his fingers through the pants and panties, he dragged them down. Your shoulder blades coiled in as you were exposed to a man—who Levi called Miche—you just met.

Miche whistled as he sauntered over, “She’s already wet.”

Levi didn’t respond and continued. He pulled the clothes off of you. Behind you, you heard the clanking of metal. You jumped as Levi’s cold hand clutched above your knee. Leather was looped in the crook of the joint. Forcing your legs wide, your hips curled up to accommodate the stretch. Another belt was tied to the other leg. A metal bar was between the cuffs, forcing you into the perfect arch.

A weight was lifted off the couch as Levi departed from your body. “She’s all yours.”

What?

Scooting further up the couch, you tried to rotate your hands to force yourself upwards when the sofa groaned from the heavy weight that placed itself behind you. A foreign hand gripped your hip and stopped your squirming.

A cold sweat broke out across your overheating skin. Due to the drug, your body welcomed the touch, but dread sat heavy in your stomach. Turning your head to the right, you saw Levi taking his own seat by Erwin. Besides the flash of acknowledgment, he turned his attention towards Erwin, both men ignoring you completely.

You were more confused and unable to do much to decipher the situation. The drugs made it hard to think. His rough fingers danced across the healing lesions across your ass. He could instantly tell what they were from.

“What nasty marks. No wonder they wanted me to help.” Miche’s voice was gruff and a deep timbre.

He trailed down further to your exposed cunt. With no warning, he shoved three fingers in to the hilt. You screamed as you sprung forward. It wasn’t exactly painful, but the stretch wasn’t pleasant. He grabbed the back of the harness and forced you still. Pulling his fingers out, he thrusted them back in with such force you gasped.

Drilling his digits in and out of you, he twisted them around until he found the spongy spot deep in you. You moaned loudly through the gag as he kept abusing the spot. Your nipples dragged against the velvet, only heightening your pleasure.

Levi and Erwin kept talking about something to do with business, but you could barely pay attention. They were mere background noise as Miche petted against your spasming walls. Letting go of the harness, he gripped your hip so you couldn’t run away from his fingers. His forearm tendons jumped with each pumped into your sensitive pussy.

His leg bracketed your right one so he could keep the perfect angle of fucking his digits deep in you. Miche avoided your throbbing clit which only made you whine. Your own wetness dripped down, caking your thighs and Miche’s hand. The drug had your cunt so sloppy. Squelching filled the room along with your moans. You were never this loud, but you couldn’t hold back.

Your eyes crossed as he didn’t stop his pace, his fingerpads hit the spot deep in your warm cunt. With a few more pumps, you came with a keen. You think that was the fastest you have ever came. Shame wanted to wash over you, but Miche wasn’t anywhere close to done.

He worked you through it until your hips wiggled from the overstimulation. Miche pulled his fingers out, but didn’t stop. Using the slick from your own orgasm, he started to swirl your puffy clit. Jumping, you tried to crawl away. It was too much, it wasn’t enough.

Miche quickly pulled you back. Using his thumb, he pressed into the rim of your asshole. He didn’t stop twirling your bud as he thumbed around the hole.

“Has her ass been used yet?”

“Not fucked, no,” Levi responded, monotone.

Miche hummed, pushing further in. He was able to breach inside, only one knuckle deep to continue playing with the bundle of nerves. Your thighs shook from the pleasure, you were already exhausted, but you needed more. And Miche delivered. Tugging against the hole, he kept swirling your clit at a steady, rapid pace. Rocking your hips back, you accidentally fucked yourself on his thumb.

Your cries rang through the room, but Levi and Erwin kept chatting, only stopping to take sips of their drinks. As you swiveled your hips, Erwin’s eyes stared at how Miche twiddled your clit, squishy, sloppy sounds breaching his ears. Both men were obviously hard under their pants, but didn’t nothing to relieve themselves. They either ignored you, or observed you like you were Sunday morning cartoons.

Pulling his thumb from your hole, you whined at the lose but it cut into a yelp. Miche slapped your pussy. He caught your clit with fingers. He did it again and again. In between he would press hard circles into the bud before smacking it once more.

Heaving, you came again with tears streaming down your face. Miche patted your clit twice. He left your cunt alone and took his hold of your hip. Slipping further down, you were spent, but your cunt still begged for more. How long does this fucking drug last?

Scooping your wetness that spilled from your cunt, Miche coated two of his fingers. Tapping against your hole, you tensed. Unlike Levi, Miche offered no solace as he forced his way inside. A scream bit out from the stretch. Your body shook as you attempted to kick your leg out to get him off.

Clutching onto your hip, he pulled your body backwards so you were speared onto his fingers. The air was punched out of you. Breathless, Miche fucked his finger into your ass like he did your cunt. He was fast and brutal, not caring to let you adjust.

A dichotomy of pain and your body seeking pleasure mixed in your gut. Ultimately, you gain barely any pleasure from this, but your mind was clouded. Little hiccups were chewed into the rubber as you were barely coherent.

Adding another finger, your back hunched. He scissored his fingers, stretching you past what felt like you could go. But you knew his goal. A tiny part of you was thankful he was even opening you up.

Cruelly, Miche ripped his fingers out of your hole. Your ass winked at him, trying to adjust to suddenly being empty. Now without his digits, the need built up again. Behind you, you could hear the sound of him unzipping his pants. Shuffling his pants down, his heavy cock slapped against his stomach.

“There’s lube in the drawer. Use it, we don’t need you fucking killing her,” Levi spoke, acknowledging what was going on in front of him.

That did not give you any confidence.

Miche huffed something close to a laugh and reached for the side table. Grabbing the bottle, he uncapped it with a click. You trembled, both terrified and antsy. You needed something in you or you’re going to cry. It hurt so bad, if you didn’t come soon you might just keel over.

Pouring the liquid into your ass, you winced at the cold. Spilling more into his hand, clicking sounds were heard as he fisted his own cock to coat it thoroughly. Repositioning himself so he kneeled right between your calves, he tapped his cock against your clit.

Perking up, you bucked your hip backwards.

Miche placed a hand on your lower back, anchoring you. Slipping his tip up, he place it right to your hole.

He leaned down to completely crowd you, “Look at you, begging for it. My favorite part of my job is to break in haughty little pets like you.”

At that, he bullied his way inside. Even with prepping you, he was too much, too big. Miche was definitely at least an inch bigger than Erwin. He didn’t care as he grabbed your waist. With his cockhead caught on the rim, he used his grip to force you backwards like before. You screamed as your toes curled as he pulled you further down. He fucked into you like you were a cocksleeve.

Trying to scramble away, you used your elbows, but he easily pulled you back down. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Sobbing, he thrusted until he was in to the hilt. Your brain short-circuited, unable to process the pain. Pouring more lube onto where you two were conjoined, he bucked his hips. Grabbing your harness, he lugged you up so you were suspending in the air as he pummeled his dick in you. Forcing you even further back, he clutched onto your throat so your head sat on his chest. He was so big, he swarmed you. All you could smell was his woodsy sent.

Canting his hips, he bounced you on his cock. Squeezing the sides of your throat, your already fuzzy brain went light headed. The room was a swirling mess of reds and browns. Reaching down, Miche twirled your clit. You hiccuped out moans. Miche grunted in your ear, loving how you clenched with each pinch of your clit.

Your cunt begged to be filled, but his cock stretched your ass so wide, the thin skin between the two made it almost feel like he was in your pussy, too. Both you and Miche’s thighs were soaked with cum and lube. The pap, pap, pap of his heavy balls clapping against you surrounded the room.

As he continued to circle and pull at your clit, a strange feeling built in your stomach. It was like when you held your pee in for too long. You squirmed, not knowing what was going on. Your mitted hands tried to clutch his wrist but it didn’t do much. Miche abused the bud over and over until it was too much.

Crying out, a thin liquid poured out from your pussy, soaking Miche’s hand, forearm and the couch. Miche’s chest bounced behind you as he let a out an amazed chuckle.

“Did you just fucking squirt? Did I break you already?”

He didn’t stop pinching your puffy clit even as you sobbed. Tears streamed down your face, embarrassed. You never squirted before and it was while you were being assaulted? Your heart smashed into the pieces as your body took over. You still wanted more.

From your spasming walls and your squirt caked on him, Miche couldn’t help himself and came deep in your ass. He shoved his dick to the hilt, his pelvis flush to your bum so not single drop dribbled out. Despite coming, his erection didn’t go down.

Releasing his hold on your neck, he dropped you back down on the couch. Reverting in on yourself, you kept your head towards the other men, but refused to look at them. Miche slipped out of you with a squelch. He groaned as he parted from the heat of your tight ass that gaped with his cum flooding out. Your squirt still on his hand, he pumped himself a few of times so both your juices mixed together.

Tilting your hips so you arched your back more, Miche swiped his thumb across your empty pussy. It was glossy and clenched with each brush. Adjusting himself, he crowded you further as he guided his cock to your hole.

You could only release a pathetic whine as he shoved far into you with such humiliating ease. If you could, you would slip your legs open further to welcome the stretch. He filled you in such an overwhelming way. Your cunt embraced him with no constraints. The curve of his dick hit right against your g-spot.

Little moans tumbled out, but you couldn’t do anymore than that. Finally filled in the way you craved had you stupid. He really did break you, fucked you dumb. Everything was blurry as you took every harsh pound. A keen broke out of you as he pet your clit.

Your body bounced with his thrust, your nipples dragged against the fabric to the point it hurt. It could have been second or hours when Miche thrusts picked up the pace, growing sloppy. No longer the consistent machine, he got lost in the wet heat of your cunt. Shoving your head down, he adjusted his position to fuck into you faster.

In a few more pumps, he came deep in your cunt. You whined at being flooded. He didn’t leave you just yet, and pinched your clit. You couldn’t even make a noise as you came, again.

Finally pulling out, Miche watched as his cooling cum for your ass dripped down into your cunt. He watched what he just stuffed you with drool out to paint your slippery thighs. Just staring at his own cum on you had him hard again. Not caring if you can take it or not, he needed to see it froth a white ring around the base of his cock.

Pushing himself back into your overworked pussy, he groaned at how sloppy you felt. You were barely able to make noise at this point. You whined as he laggardly drove in. Dragging his cock against your walls, his eyes didn’t leave the white forming around the hilt. You were nothing more than a lifeless doll at this point.

Tiny sparks of pleasure were cajoled out of you, the drug not yet out of your system. Going for your ass again, Miche shoved two fingers in deep. Not once did he leave your poor clit alone, swirling and swirling patterns into the bundle of nerves. Your lids fluttered as you came again, but it was so small, unsuspecting.

Almost at the last stretch of his own stamina, Miche slowly gyrated his hips. You were so still beneath him, so tuckered out, he knew his job was done. Fucking into you one last time, he spilled in you. He hissed as his cock hurt form the overstimulation. Pulling out sooner than he would like, he got exactly what he came for.

Warm cum drool out of both your holes. You were thoroughly used. Patting your ass like you just did a job well done, Miche parted from your body. With nothing holding you up, your legs collapsed out from under you and you sunk belly down on the couch.

Words were exchanged as Erwin guided Miche out. He did not linger and you were glad. In your muffled hearing, Levi must have gotten up from his seat. He crouched down in front of you and stared at your bleary eyes. Reaching for the gag, he released your mouth. A string of drool clung to the rubber.

“Still with me, brat?”

With all you could muster, you whispered, “I hate you.”

Levi didn’t look upset at all and accepted it with grace. “Good.”

Going behind you, he undid the spreader bar. Free of that, he came back into view and turned you over on your back. He let you stay down as unlooped the mittens. You let your arms drop, too tired to even try and gain feeling in your fingers.

Shoving his hand under your back, he pulled you up and against the couch. Threading the belts apart from each other, the harness dropped down into Levi’s hand. You traced the velvet of the couch, it felt nice.

He sat all the gear of the other end of the couch, focusing purely on you. You really hope you didn’t ruin the nice fabric with the disgusting fluids pouring out of you.

“We need to get you cleaned up.”

You nodded. Yeah, a shower would be nice.

Levi’s face pinched. You wonder why he’s so upset. Tucking his arms under your legs and your back, he lifted you into a princess carry with ease. Levi’s so strong, it’s amazing.

He took you down the hall and with the hand under your legs, he opened the bedroom door. With such odd haste, he brought you into their personal bathroom. It was so much more spacious than you thought it would be. Levi sat you on the floor. He turned the shower on as you traced the grout of the tiles. There’s not a spec of mold, at your childhood home it was near impossible to keep anything this clean.

“Y/n!” Levi shouted your name.

Oh, he must have been called for a bit if he shouted. Turning to him, he had that pinched expression again.

“Can you stand?”

Dumbly, you shook your head. Your legs felt like jello. You miss jello, maybe if you ask nicely, Levi will get you some.

You blinked as the water flowed over your sitting form. When did you get in here? Levi crouched near you as he parted your legs. He looked so scared? No, no, not scared… worried.

You wonder why.

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If Levi wasn’t the one bathing you, you knew you would have let yourself collect dust. The days blurred together as you viewed everything like you were standing outside the window. From here, you watched as they played house with you.

No one spoke how the food on your plate grew cold eons ago. With your hands placed so lovely on your lap, you were Erwin’s perfect doll. You didn’t even try to eat. Your limbs were the weight of planets and every movement took such a strain on your weakening body. The smell of the freshly cooked dinner wafted around you, but it was hard to care as your vision blurred at the edges.

“Aren’t you hungry, sweetie?” Erwin called from his spot at the head of the table.

You shook your head. Food was the last thing on your mind. From across you, Levi glowered down at you. His face was a deep scowl, though from his lips, you could place he wasn’t exactly angry. He made the same face your mother would make, minus the vibrating pupils.

The biting tone to suck it up and eat hung in your ears. Not to act spoiled, don’t you know there’s kids out there starving and you have the gall to refuse the meal in front of you. Your fingers curled in as nausea sat heavy in your stomach. Cemented to your seat, you chose not to acknowledge the men before you.

“Princess?” Erwin asked again.

You resisted the urge to slap your hands over your ears. His voice only melted into the merging voice of your father of why you aren’t eating. Gently, you pushed the plate away from you.

Both men glanced at each other.

“I will save this for later,” Levi said, getting up from his chair and grabbed your untouched plate. His patted your shoulder as he passed by, but it only had your body sway with his hand.

Erwin got up as well and moved to you. Scooping you up into his hold, the ache in your groin barely registered. It could have been yesterday or a week ago, you don’t know, when that damn man visited. Luckily there was no bleeding besides one of your cuts reopened. In the shower, you gave Levi quite the scare. Slowly, he dragged ever bit of that man out of you. Though, his touch never left.

If you had the energy you would plot how to slaughter him, but you were so sleepy. So weary, any breath you took inflated your lungs past their capacity. You just wanted to sleep, but neither of them allowed it. Levi would try to poke and provoke you, but he was nothing more than a tiny fly. You had grown used them. The heat of spring always brought may flies in your home. No matter how much your family tried to reduce any waste of anything sugary or sweet, the flies found the rot. So Levi hovering around only confirmed you had decayed long ago.

Sat in Erwin’s lap as he rocked you, you felt dead. You must be because how can a human live like this?

He had you facing the TV as some cartoon in the fall theme filled the silence you brought. Levi walked in and sat on the couch at the corner closest to you and Erwin. Erwin’s chest vibrated under your ear. Levi’s burning glimpses were gentle scorch marks. They must be talking about you.

“What do you think, princess?”

Oh, they were talking to you. You shrugged.

Erwin chortled, but there was a twitchy twinge to it, “Come on, you can tell us.”

Your eyes bounced up to stare at his strong jaw. He must have not shaved today. Reaching out, you petted the stubble. It was like the velvet of the couch. You dropped your hand and turned back to the show.

Erwin’s breath caught in his chest, you could feel it. His heart beat stuttered before picking it up, like he was nervous.

A thundering knock had you all tense for different reason.

“Must be the neighbor’s again,” Levi grumped, already annoyed before even interacting with the elderly man.

Your breathing picked up. You couldn’t move as Levi came back with such urgency. He said something to Erwin, but you didn’t understand. Everything muddled together. One point you were in Erwin’s arms and then he raced to the closet. The one they locked you in last time. You whined and squirmed in Erwin’s hold. Swinging it open, he shoved you inside.

“Let’s continue this silent game you’ve been playing, okay?” He brought a finger to his lips as he shut the door closed with a click. The lock flicked.

Erwin had placed you on the floor. You watched as the light leave the tiny closet. From down the hall, you could hear Erwin laugh about something, but whatever they were saying was too quiet. You hated being so out of loop. Last time you were, they both let one of their men violate you. Shifting to lean back on your hands sprawled out behind you, you kicked at door.

Silence. The two men stopped speaking, but you didn’t care. You kicked again, harder. Pounding against the slab of wood, you were apathetic to the repercussions. If they wanted you immobile, then they should keep you bound so tight you lose circulation. Footsteps thumped against the floor as they approached you. The door swung open.

Levi caught the leg that punched out to kick by the ankle. His eyes were slits from the glare set on his brows. He was cast in shadow from the light behind him. Ripping your legs closer to him, he forced you to lay on your shoulder blades.

“What are you doing?”

You stared blankly which only fueled his anger.

“Fuck. I don’t have time for this. Get up. Of course you want to be a brat at a time like this.”

As he grumbled under his breath, he let go of your leg and hauled you up. Before he turned the corner of the hall, he forced you so close you were chest to chest.

“I don’t have to state the obvious, right?” Seeing you still won’t talk, he scoffed, “Right, I forgot.”

He stared for a moment longer, lingering. His steely irises bounced from eye to eye, searching for something in your pliant ogle. He didn’t find what he wanted. He let you go with a sigh as you two came down the corridor.

“Sorry, she was doing laundry,” Levi flippantly explained.

“That’s quite alright-” The officer cut himself off.

Striding into the living room, the front door was wide open. Stood on the steps was said officer from the hospital. You tilted your head in confusion. He locked eyes with you and his widened in recognition.

“I didn’t know she also lived you two,” The officer—Zeke was his name, right?—said.

Erwin hummed, “Something happened with her apartment building so we are letting her live with us for the foreseeable future.”

Zeke nodded with an unimpressed smile, “I see.”

Levi came closer and let you stand awkwardly in the archway, “Is there anything else you need, Officer?”

“Not that I can think of. As I said, just checking in since the neighbors thought they saw a suspicious person roaming around your residency. If you see anything, don’t be shy and give us a call.” Zeke looked at you for a second, so fast you almost missed it, before turned back to Erwin.

Nothing more to say, Zeke pivoted on his heel and walked down the stairs back to his cruiser. Erwin closed the door softly and leaned his forehead against it to collect himself.

Levi instantly whipped around to you and shoved his finger in your face. His mouth opened to berate you, but you without thinking snapped your head forward and clamped your teeth around the digit. He grunt and ripped his finger away. Your head spun on your neck as he slapped you hard in retaliation.

Shaking out his hand before grabbing your jaw, he seethed, “God, you and your fucking teeth. Should I muzzle, huh? You want to be gagged again that badly?”

You didn’t speak as you glared up at him with wide eye expression.

His jaw shifted as he took you in. There was something off. You weren’t rebelling with planned, calculated attacks. Every movement you made you were on autopilot, like a brainless animal. Like they finally broke you.

He didn’t like it.

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Your stomach grumbled. Outside, sunlight streamed in from the open curtains. It must have been a while as you watched the sun and moon rise over and over, chasing each other over the horizon. You lost all fight in you.

Biting Levi only exhausted you. Your skin was sticky with old sweat and oil built up from refusing to shower. Levi tried to force you up, when was it? Yesterday? It must have been at least, but you started sobbing when he tried to pry you from the sheets. Moving hurt. You didn’t want to wash away the grime, only sleep.

You didn’t even move from your prone position facing the bathroom. It was hard to choose who you were more upset with: Erwin for prostituting you out, or Levi for drugging you. Levi definitely hurt more. Picking at the loose thread on the duvet, you pushed it aside. Why does it matter? They both are awful, there’s no choose between two evils. Levi could stop Erwin if he wanted to, but he won’t. He wanted a pet all the same.

God, your stomach really hurt. Whether it was the hunger or not going to the bathroom in who knows how long, you pushed off the agony. Flipping over, you went back to staring at the sun. From out the window, the leaves had already decayed into beautiful oranges and reds. In piles, they laid under the trees. You never knew how much you took advantage being able to step on them and them crunch under your feet. If you closed your eyes, maybe you could feel the Autumn breeze.

Behind you, Levi stood at the foot of the bed, observing. He had left your leash off all day. You didn’t even notice.

Rounding the bed, he stood in front of your view. Can’t he at least give you this?

Crouching down, the man tilted his head to gain eye contact, “Have you really given up?”

You turned back over to face the bathroom, shutting out him and the warm sunlight.

~*~

Laying there in your own filth, Levi and Erwin left you be. The next day in your sleep you had wet the bed, your body unable to contain itself anymore. It was tired, you were tired. What scared you most was neither man was upset. Erwin had the audacity to look concerned as if he didn’t do this to you. He ruined you, tainted you beyond recognition.

And Levi, he washed you with such tender care you wanted to slaughter him. Striped down bare in front of both men, you tried not to vomit. Only bile would come up. Sitting in the tub while the shower head was clutched in Levi’s hand, he sat outside it. Erwin hovered in the background.

Only the rushing water filled the room. No one spoke as Levi dragged the head over your body. Curling up, you refused to let either of them see you. If they wanted you clean, then they should leave you be for once. None of this would have happened if they left you alone .

Erwin broke first. “Say something, Princess, anything.”

“That’s not going to work,” Levi muttered.

He pet up and down your arm like it would help you unfurl. Just wanting to be clothes again, you dropped your arms, but still avoided eye contact. Levi whispered a hushed praise. He hosed you down, taking extra care that no waste was left on your skin. Grabbing a cloth, he hovered over your crotch before handing you it.

“Wash yourself.”

You were going to spit on him. Oh so now bodily autonomy was granted. Staring at his outstretched hand, you glanced as him before going back to staring at the floor.

Levi’s nostrils flared, but he buried down the agitation. He clung onto your stubbornness no matter how tiny. Grabbing your knee, he parted your legs like petals and with no fanfare, washed you. He wanted this done as fast as you. He did not like having a doll, he wanted you. Something that breathed and fought back. From the chill of the bathroom, your skin was so cold. Erwin might like porcelain, he didn’t. It reminded him of a dead body, and he wasn’t ready to bury you quite yet.

Finished with your bath, you were scrubbed clean. All the dandruff and oil collected on your scalp was washed away. You hated it, but you were relieved to no longer be itchy. The film on your face gone and your skin felt brand new.

Erwin had bundled you up in pj's that were fluffy and plush. Little pumpkins danced over the puffy fabric. He was about to pick you up when he stopped mid-way. Levi must have said leave it, and surprisingly he did. Holding your hand instead, Erwin guided you out the bedroom and to the stairs. Down, down you went until you all strolled into the living room.

“Do you like it?” Erwin asked, his tone sickly soft.

The living room was decorated for Halloween. Some point Erwin went out and bought an assortment of candies, snacks and even those cookies with pumpkins imprinted on them. He also put on some fall themed cartoon.

Sitting you down in between them, Erwin sat on your left and Levi on your right. You all sat together like everything was okay. Your eyes flicked across the TV as Erwin chuckled at something silly one of the kids did. With your arms around your knees, you didn’t leave the cartoon. Tears bubbled up and silently spilled over your cheeks. So much time had passed and nothing has changed, besides you. You were still here, but you from June was not the you now.

“Come here, princess,” Erwin cooed, seeing your tears.

Stretching himself out to sit more with his back against the arm rest, he pulled you to his chest. He had your head lay against his clavicle to prop his chin against your crown. Those filthy hands run up and down your sides, dipping too far up and brushing against the under side of your breast.

“We can make it better, if you let us,” He whispered, tempting you like the snake did Eve.

Dropping one hand down to pinch at the hem of your pants, he rubbed into the skin. Going further, he slipped under your panties and cupped your warm pussy.

You didn’t move or look away from the TV.

His middle finger crooked upwards and caught on the rim of your hole. A tiny whine escaped to which he hushed. Pushing furthering in with two fingers, Erwin softly fucked you open. Heat flushed across your face, but besides your heaving chest, you didn’t show any sign of life.

Levi glanced at you two with a disapproving face, “Erwin, how is this helping-”

“We can show her that sex can be used for pleasure, not just punishment,” He explained before letting Levi continue. He rubbed his cheek against your hair before continuing, “She’s finally learned her lesson about disobedience, hasn’t she?”

Levi set his face into a scowl. His eyes didn’t leave Erwin’s thrusting hand under your pants. To entice the smaller man more, Erwin pulled his fingers from you with a squelch. Hooking his thumbs under the hem of your pants and panties, he dragged them down. Levi watched on as he revealed more of your pussy. Completely off, Erwin grabbed one of your legs and pulled it to your chest. Your face pinched at the stretch, but you stilled refused to look.

Your pussy glistened from the little wetness Erwin cajoled out of you. Your clit puffy and begging to be touched, just how Levi liked it.

“Come on, Levi, show her how good you are with your mouth.”

Despite Erwin’s command, he was not doing it because Erwin asked him to, Levi just wanted that dead fish eyed expression off your face. Scooting closer, Levi grabbed your jaw and shook you. “Don’t you dare look away from me.”

His warm breath brushed against your lips. Nowhere else to look, you locked gazes with him. Happy, he nodded and patted your cheek.

Adjusting himself so he half kneeled on the couch, half planting his foot on the floor, he replaced Erwin’s hold. Gripping into the meat of your thighs, he pulled you apart just for him. He wanted to eat you alive, feast upon you until there was nothing left.

Coming closer, he blew against your clit, his lips jumping up at your tiny flinch. Slow with it, he kissed over your inner thighs. Not quite touching where you need it. A hiccup of a moan broke out as he blew cool air again. Using his thumbs, he parted your labia to expose more of your clit. He suctioned his lips around the bud and sucked. You squirmed, overwhelmed.

He released your clit and went further down to lick from your hole back to the bundle of nerves. Repeating this a few times, he tongued against your hole, dipping inside. Surprisingly, Levi was sloppy. He didn’t leave any area untouched. Pulling back, he spit on your bud and went back down you make out with your cunt, deeply.

Your lids fluttered closed, but you keened at the nip to your bud. Levi glared up at you, reminding you to keep looking. As he kept his gaze from betwixt your legs, his eyes screamed, Fight me. Fight me and show me you’re still alive .

Erwin joined in. Tucking his hands from under your shirt, he pulled the fabric over your breasts. Your nipples puckered from the chill air. Grabbing your mounds with his large, hot palms, he kneaded them between his fingers. Tiny sparks of pleasure coursed through your body. You couldn’t focus on anything as Erwin pinched the pebbled flesh between his index and thumb.

Levi only slurped against you harder. Your hands frantically searched for something to hold. Grabbing the couch, you refused to give either of them anything more than this. Little gasping breaths swirled around you. Your back arched as your breasts bounced with each pant. Your toes curled as your eyes clenched. With a sharp inhale, you came silently.

Levi drank up every bit of slick that dribbled out of you. He only stopped when you whined in such a fussy way. Erwin dropped his hands to your stomach, petting over it to sooth you.

“So good, you did so well. Such a good girl,” He whispered.

Levi came back up and wiped the slick off his lower face with his sleeve, “Fuck, that’s going to stain.”

Erwin patted your pussy. Tiny, wet paps clapped from his fingers. “Don’t listen to him.”

The smaller man clicked his tongue and went into the kitchen. Cabinets and the sink flicking on for a moment could be heard. Levi came back with a clean face and washcloth in hand. Sitting on the couch, he shoved Erwin’s hand away. Gently, he wiped away any of your residue on your cunt and inner thighs.

“Don’t lick your fingers, wipe it off, you fucking mongrel,” Levi shot up and threw the cloth as Erwin with a glower.

Your head bounced with his chuckle, “Sorry, can’t help myself.”

Levi grabbed your pants—foregoing your underwear—and threading your legs back into the garment. The goosebumps stayed despite the warmth.

He tried to lock eyes with you again, but you turned your attention back to the TV. You missed a whole episode.

As the warm colors of the show danced across your face, for a moment you could pretend this was like old times. The you sitting here had just met Erwin again after so many years and you were all just having fun, bonding. In this millisecond of the universe, you could pretend. Because you knew, they knew, there’s no truly going back.

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Drooling groans permeated throughout the bedroom. Laid on his back, his golden hair sprinkled against the pillow with it fanned against his forehead, it was free of any gel. Erwin’s face was pinched in pleasure as he bucked his hips upward. He tilted his chin back to give Levi more room.

His nimble, pale hands were wrapped tight around the larger man’s throat. Purple veins bulged as he dug deep into the sides of Erwin’s neck, cutting blood flow to his brain. His face was pulled back into a sneer, but meaner than usual. As he dropped his hips down on Erwin’s cock, he fucked himself hard causing Erwin to cry out.

“You’re such a sick freak, you know that?” He barked from above.

Erwin moaned out, gyrating his hips to reach deeper inside. Levi pushed Erwin down, he controlled the pace, not him.

“What? You fucked that stupid to not even deny it? That you’re an old pervert that wants a girl he knew as a kid?”

Erwin’s eyes snapped open at that and tried to move, “Levi, I-”

Levi shifted his hold to press his palm into his Adam’s apple, “Stay the fuck down or I’m fucking you instead.”

He fell back against the pillows with a blush. He wouldn’t mind Levi sinking deep inside him, but he didn’t want to leave Levi’s heat just yet. It was hot and gripped tight around his cock. He wondered if you would be this warm, gripping him. God, he couldn’t wait until he got inside you. Just thinking about how wet you would be had him moaning.

After his last pet, he had been devastated. The only reason he got out of bed was because of Levi. He had given him the comfort he needed even by uncharacteristic means. Him and Levi rarely had sex. They were both doms so they weren’t really compatible without a sub between them. Though, after he would lose a pet, Levi would give him the distraction he needed. Levi offered him cruel solace and he accepted it as some sort of punishment. It worked out. He let Levi take the reigns, fuck him so good until it was no longer on his mind, or he found his latest obsession.

With you, he knew this was it. He had to have you, but he just had to wait for the right moment.

You were just so cute, like a little doll. He needed to have you. You were constantly running circles in his brain. As Levi bounced on his throbbing cock, he thought about you. Him grabbing you by the fat on your hips and forcing you take all he could give. At first, he would be gentle, he swears, but once he broken you in he could be as strict as he wanted. He could leave fingerprints muscle deep.

Erwin grunted as he shifted his hips. Levi moaned out as Erwin hit his prostate. Clenching further onto Erwin, he quickened his pace. Gripping the bed sheets, Erwin groaned as he came deep in Levi so lost in his fantasy.

Growling, Levi pulled off Erwin. He whined, leaving Levi’s ass sooner than he wanted. Levi shuffled upwards until he sat on Erwin’s chest. Grabbing his wrists, he had them rest on the bed parallel to Erwin’s shoulders. Using his knees, he pinned Erwin down with ease. The cum in his ass drooled down onto Erwin’s sternum.

His cock still an angry red, he wrapped his hand around the shaft. Glowering down at Erwin, he fisted his own dick using his pre as lube. With a few squelching pumps, he came right on Erwin’s face. The large man flinch back as it landed on his lips and almost in his eyes. Both of their chests heaved as they came down from their highs.

“What was that for?”

“You came in me. It’s disgusting.”

Erwin nodded, “Sorry about that.”

Levi clicked his tongue and got off Erwin. He walked to the bathroom to clean up, “Thinking about her?”

Staring dreamily up at the ceiling, Erwin sighed out, “Yeah.”

The room was silent as Levi cleaned himself up. Groaning, Erwin forced himself up and sat at the foot of the bed. Levi came back out with a warm, damp washcloth. He handed it to Erwin.

“Thank you,” He instantly started to wipe Levi’s cum off his face.

Levi continued to stand over him and crossed his arms, “If this one breaks, no more pets, Erwin.”

Erwin paused. He sat still for a moment and then went back to clean off his temple. “She will be different.”

Levi’s hand snapped out as he grabbed Erwin’s face. “I mean it, Erwin. I can’t do this anymore, I’m tired. We are both getting old and I don’t want to bury anymore bodies.”

Even with his grip, Erwin’s cold eyes burned hot into Levi’s. “So you are just done with this? Everything that we built?”

“Everything I built. This operation had been going on a lot longer than before I met you. I said nothing about that, I just don’t want to bring my work to my house. It’s stupid and will get us caught. Think, Erwin.” Levi let go of his face and tapped against his forehead.

“Your house?”

“My house,” Levi barked, “Remember who lets you live here, shitty eyebrows.”

They both regarded each other. Erwin knew his place very well. They didn’t trust each other, at least, not fully. Levi had a lot more power than Erwin, but Erwin had more leverage. They both had back up plans if either betrayed one another. But despite that, both knew they couldn’t live without the other. Levi invited Erwin into his home because he didn’t trust him, he wanted to keep tabs on him, but it coiled into something worse. A sick co-dependence. Erwin wanted Levi as much Levi needed him. Two awful, lonely men seeking something human. Companionship.

And now they were shackled together. The chains so twisted it’s hard to see exactly who wears the leash and who pulls.

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Erwin was a man of privilege. He came from a wealthy family in nice home with plenty of space and more than enough food to eat. From a young age, he grew to crave the finer things in life. It left him needy. He had an abundance of everything besides one thing: infinite knowledge.

Growing up in a home with a father who was a history teacher, he always sought to know more. He was always a curious child, but his father only fueled it. Encouraged him to learn more, to seek the truth. Don’t leave a single stone unturned. Erwin was trained from the start to be a diplomat. Question authority, and be a real leader.

Being a single child, he had everything and more. Still, child Erwin wanted. Despite his maturity, he was still a kid. Toys were far and few between. His father didn’t want to fill his head will silly nonsense. Why would a boy want to play with dolls anyway? Erwin was better than that, far superior than his peers. While they dillydallied with tiny trains and action figures, Erwin knew every war strategy inside and out. Which ones work and which ones failed.

Though, his father implemented in his head, never be cocky. Overconfidence is for idiots and Erwin was anything but. Never assume you are the smartest in the room, and know there will always be something you don’t.

Erwin’s charisma came naturally. There was no way to teach authentic charm. Erwin was always handsome, and tall with a smooth deep voice that compelled listeners. He could command a room with ease. Erwin understood his strengths well and also his weaknesses.

He tended to get… obsessive.

It didn’t matter if it was morbid curiosity or a person, he wanted to dissect and possess whatever it was until it’s torn to shreds. So when he had met Levi, he had to know . He didn’t trust for a second Levi was this new janitor. Something darker radiated over the small man. Any time he looked at him, those silvery greys had his skin prickle.

It took months to finally wear him down. He seemed pissed when he outright said what he did. Levi did hold a contained knife to his throat as he seethed if he was a cop. Erwin laughed despite the threat and simply said, “I’m merely curious.”

Levi clicked his tongue as he forced the edge in deeper. Erwin never felt a thrill like this and he craved more. Curiosity killed the cat and all that.

The brooding man finally admitted Erwin had been one of his targets. He made a good victim and it would take minimal explaining for his disappearance. Both parents are dead, only child with no contact with any other family and no friends. The only worry was the school board, but one history professor going missing wouldn’t raise too many suspicions. Erwin blushed with anticipation as he asked when Levi what he planned for him if he did succeed capturing him.

“Sell your body for sex.”

Erwin grinned wide, “Fascinating.”

There, in the dingy supply closet, he offered his services to Levi. He was smart, strategic and good with money. And most importantly, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. Levi snapped that he clearly did not, but Erwin waved it away, determined.

Levi cracked and crumbled right into Erwin’s palm. Erwin once again grew obsessed. After years and upon years they had cultivated a business that had gone under the radar for basically a decade. He couldn’t help himself. As he sold men and women alike, he started to want, too. What would it be like to have a pet?

Not wanting to shit where he ate, Levi outright refused. Erwin knew how to play his cards right, though. They could share, didn’t Levi want something warm to fuck and soft to hold? He didn’t take the bait, but let Erwin do whatever he wanted.

Pet after pet failed. None of them were what Erwin expected them to be. They fought too hard, but when he broken them in, they no longer worked. Or instantly were too scared to even try. Like a spoiled boy, he threw away toy after toy. After the seventh one, Erwin was ready to accept some things weren’t meant to be…

Until you.

Erwin totally forgot about you and your family. A friend of a friend, he had been work colleagues with your father back when they went to the same college. The last time he has seen you, you were around eight if he remembered correctly.

Even with the heavy dark circles around your eyes, you smiled so bright. Sitting in a restaurant waiting for Levi to arrive, Erwin observed you from the other side of the room. You sat alone with a tiny cake, a candle sat in the middle. He wondered what you were celebrating.

The server answered his question for him. “Do you want us to sing happy birthday?”

You rapidly waved your hands around, “God, please no. It’s embarrassing enough I’m eating alone.”

Giggling, the server continued on, “Well, you saved me. I hate doing that, way too cringe.”

You two were wrapped up in your own conversation. Like the sun, you just pulled people towards you. He watched on subtly as you mingled with the server providing you company.

They must have asked how old you were turning as you gleeful cheered, “I’m nineteen!”

Wow, you were younger than he expected. You were so youthful, yet appeared so run down. Did you still have trouble at home? Before losing contact with your father, he remember him lamenting about how much of a problem child you were and kicking you out—in your father’s words, living room for space—was an often occurrence.

Tempted to get up and strike up conversation, Levi finally arrived. Shaking away the thought, he smiled up at his partner. Though, not once did you leave his mind. Not even with the two years to track you down again, and not in with the one it took to finally bring you home.

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Nothing was working. Levi had tried any and everything to get you to spring back. No words had left you in over a week. That vacant expression stationary on your face. Levi knew you weren’t fully broken, you just needed the push. Erwin didn’t know you like he did. Praises and selfish acts thinly veiled as something to your benefit wouldn’t bring you back.

In a way, he was right. Being babied and tip-toed around only had you sinking further. You wanted anything to get out of this state of perpetual monotony. Day in and day out, it was the same. Nothing changed. Yet, you couldn’t go back to the way things were. You were genuinely scared, now. Clinging onto the notion that Erwin knew you as a child had done nothing.

Familiarity wouldn’t save you, and hasn’t save you. He gave you up to the highest bidder, for what? So you were less fussy? He could finally play with you, no disobedience. Though, his gaze grew sadder as the days passed. What? He doesn’t like you like this? Broken. You thought he wanted something malleable.

Anger festered, but you were too tired to do anything about it. Fighting got you nothing. Being stubborn only left you hurt. Again, you stared out the window, eyes glossy. Would it be better just to die here? Why were you dragging this out for yourself? You didn’t have much to look forward to outside this house. No home, no money and your car was definitely unsalvageable. But, you did always want a cat.

Closing your eyes, you fell further in your head. Maybe if you pretended, you finally got everything you wanted. A place to call home with two cats and a dog waiting for you by the door. Work was exhausting, but rewarding. Here, you were never lonely. Both Levi and Erwin were a distant thought, maybe they never existed.

Picking at the blanket, you went back to gazing out the window. Your chest burned. An indignant part in your heart wailed that this isn’t fair. And yet, you simply watched as another leaf floated down onto the pile.

“How long are you going to mope?” Levi barked from the end of the bed.

Not even sparing him a glance, you didn’t stray from the window. From behind your sprawled out position, the bed sunk as Levi pressed his knee on the bed. Grabbing your ankle, he grabbed and pulled. Scrambling, you clutched onto the blanket, but only served to drag it down with you. Using his grip, he flipped you onto your back.

Your shirt lifted up in the process, exposing your breasts. Levi’s gaze stayed on your face, scowling. Wrapping his hand under your collar, he dragged you up. The course fabric dug into the nape of your neck. Your hands scrambled to take the brunt of your weight. Moon-eyed, you ogled at Levi’s clear greys. Nudging his slender nose against yours, his lips hovered.

“I refuse to bury you, too.”

Tilting his head, he slotted his lips against yours. Stunned, your lips followed his. His tongue slipped out and licked at the soft flesh. You let your mouth fall open to welcome it in. With fervor, he slotted himself against you as if you were his dying breath. Each kiss dominated your mouth. You hated it.

Opening wider, you let him take control. Blood burst into your orifice as you clamped down on his pink tongue. Copper filled your mouth as he ripped himself away from you. Red coated his already rose flesh. Gathering the blood, you spat it right in his face.

Levi let it drip. “There’s your fight, you little monster.”

You sneered crimson.

He released his hold on your collar. You bounced against the mattress. Planting a hand on your sternum between your exposed breasts, he wasn’t done with you yet.

To the side of you both was a pile of leather and fur. Levi had a plan. He was going simulate the scene, but with someone familiar. Someone you knew you could fight back with. You weren’t dying on him quite yet. He knew the look in Erwin’s eye, the melancholy when he goes too far. That you were another failed pet. As he said, he won’t bury you, too.

With two fingers, he first used his middle finger to brush against your bottom lip. He spread the blood more. Using his pointer, he lifted the corner of your upper lip to inspect your canine. The tip pressed against the point, tested the sharpness.

“No gag this time,” He said, but his word meant use your teeth .

Releasing your mouth, he went for the mitten restraints. You didn’t kick up a fuss as he slipped your hands inside. Your hands were bound, same with your wrists, but it wasn’t threaded through your collar. He was giving you more mobility.

Twirling the headband between his fingers, he brushed your hair back as he planted them on your head. He pet the soft fur. Drifting his digits down to stroke your face, they danced down to collar. To the side, he grabbed a leash. This one was made of chain and a lot shorter than the one tied to the bed.

Dropping it on your sternum, he grabbed the next restraint. It was two pairs of cuffs, the circumference too large for your wrists. With ease, he pulled off your pants and underwear. Folding them, he sat the clothes off to the side. Clutching onto your bare shin, he forced your leg up to plant your foot on the bed. Reaching around you, the largest cuff he wrapped around your thigh. Bending further down to see the cuff for your ankle, he kissed and then nipped at the flesh. You yelped at his teeth.

He scoffed out a chuckle and then went to your other side. Your legs were complete bound.

“There’s one last part.”

You still didn’t talk, but quirked up your brow.

His hands wrapped around your waist and flipped you over. From your restraints, you were forced to be face down, ass up. The cuffs only gave you the range to crawl if you attempted to escape.

Levi’s hold slid down to rub against the globes of your ass. The wounds had healed, leaving behind scars his fingertips traced over. A cap flicking open had you tense. Cool liquid poured down and coated the rim of your ass.

Scared, you jumped forward and tried to crawl away. Levi caught the leash and forced you back to him. Wrapping his hand around the chain, he shortened the leash and pulled your head to rest on his shoulder.

His fingers slippery with lube, went down to pet against the hole. You arched your hips away but it only gave him better access.

“Shh, I’m not fucking it, just using a plug. I’m not fucking you like that,” He soothed into your ear, his nose pressed into your temple.

Tears spilled out as he bullied his way inside. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t pleasant. Somehow you felt tighter. With the leash, he kept you in pace. He bit down on your ear and you shivered at the spiky pleasure. His two fingers leisurely thrusted in you, not enough to do anything really. Levi only wanted to open you up.

Your body lulled, placent in his grasp. Kissing your ear, he let go. Unfurled his grip on the leash, he guided you to rest back on the bed. Still knuckle deep, his wrist stopped tensing at the awkward angle. Scissoring the digits, he spread you. You hummed at the rim being played with.

Slipping his fingers away, he replaced them with the plug. The same one as before, your skin prickled at the cool metal pressed into your hole. Spilling more lube, he pushed the bulb in. Your rim stretched to accommodate the toy. Whining, your legs fell further at the heavy weight slipping inside.

With a pop! it went in to the hilt. Your hole hugged the backing that kept it sat. The curly tail brushed against your lower back. Levi grabbed it and tugged. Yelping, you kicked a leg out to get him to stop. He caught it with ease and forced you back down.

“Don’t be a bitch.”

You snarled. He did that on purpose.

He shut you up swiftly. Planting a hand on your back, he gained more access to your pussy. Some of the liquid dripped down, giving it a glossy shine. Moving his hands to cup the apex of your thighs, he used his thumbs to spread your cunt. Your hole fluttered, exposed to the cool air.

The same fingers that were in your ass pushed into your pussy. A little gasp broke out as he instantly found your g-spot. He knew your body too well. Fucking deep, he pounded into the spongy part. Your tight, warm walls clenched around him. It was too much. Squirming, you tried to run away. He followed you, punching his fingers deep despite your whines.

Grabbing the leash, he didn’t let you go too far. Your mitted hands slipped against the bedding. Falling back down, you could only drool and take it. Puffs of air tumbled out as Levi continued his pace. Your clit throbbed from the neglect, but it wasn’t agonizing like on the drug, just annoying. You wiggled your hips, wanting him there instead.

“What? Pup want something?” He snipped.

You nodded with a tiny whimper.

“Then speak. I’m not giving you anything unless you say it.”

Sobbing, you weren’t ready to say anything, yet. He knew what you wanted, why won’t he just take it like he took everything else?

Levi pulled out his fingers and slapped them against your clit. You wheezed out a moan. Not exactly what you wanted, but close enough. Papping them again, your hips pitched up at the sting. Levi adjusted himself so he kneeled between your thighs. Behind you, he undid his pants. His cock sprung free. Gripping it at the hilt, he tapped the head against your aching bud.

Dragging it through your folds, to your winking hole, he popped the cockhead in. Your hiccuped as he pushed himself deep. Your cunt stretched to his size. He didn’t hurt unlike that bastard. He filled you like your pussy was made for him.

He didn’t wait, he pulled out half way and then pistoned back. In and out he fucked you. Your hands curled further into the mitts. Drool spilled from your mouth as you whimpered with each thrust. He wanted more.

Reaching under you, he rubbed at your clit. Between two fingers, he swirled and pinched. Sharply inhaling, you shivered at the sparks sprawling through out your nervous system. Parting your legs further, your body craved more.

Levi grabbed your hip to keep you place to adjust himself. Pulling a leg up, he planted his foot on the bed to fuck you harder. At this angle, he chest hovered over your back. You were both near your limit, but Levi had the stamina.

“You’re close,” He stated, he knew. “You want it?”

You did, you wanted to come and for it feel good. You wanted to feel something. Nodding your head, you let out louder moans.

“Then tell me,” Levi sneered, dropping down further to squish you to the bed.

Again, you only offered moans to get your point across. This angered Levi. Wrapping the leash back around his fist, he hauled both you up. At the new angle, he punched against your cervix. Shuffling at the pain, Levi caught on and tilted his hips. Your mouth dropped down as whine filled your vision. You were so close.

“Speak.” He bit your ear.

You sucked your lips in and rapidly shook your head no.

“I said speak .”

Whining, you panted, on the verge.

“You aren’t coming until you speak, you mutt.”

Between his thumb and pointer, he pinched your clit so hard it went numb. His cock pushed into you, never stopping, but you need more. Tears bubbled at the denial. Slowing his thrusts to a laggard pace, he pulled half out.

His hips bucked up, but his cock won’t hit the spot in you. You were filled, but not in a way to give you anything. More tears spilled over as you whined.

Ripping his hold away from your clit, he slapped down on it and he bottomed out. A keen pierced through the air as your eyes flew wide. Each slap brought blood flow back to your poor bud. He worked you back up again with the promise to bring everything back to a halt.

Levi panted and moaned in your ear with each thrust, your neck shivered with the hot air. He was breaking you down in such a heavenly way. You wanted to kill him.

“Just- fuck!- say it, pet. Speak.” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek.

With your mitted hands, you clutched onto the his arm. His tendons pulsed, swirling circles in your clit. Your moans grew in volume, you wanted this so bad. Forget being stubborn, it got you nowhere anyway.

“Please!” You sobbed out, your chest aching.

“Please, what? What does my pet want?”

Canting your hips, you chased his own thrusts. “You! Anything, just please!”

“So good,” He sighed out.

This time he didn’t stop. His rhythm stayed consistent as he fucked himself deep in your cunt. Over and over he made you see stars until you tumbled over. Your body trembled as you started to babble.

“Mom- mommy, please, too- too much!”

“Holy fucking shit,” Levi gritted between his teeth.

He liked that more than he wanted to admit. In seconds, he smooshed his hips to your ass and painted your walls with his cum. You whined, but he didn’t care.

He needed you to come again. The hand around the leash dropped the chain and reached around to hug your torso. Flush to him, he kneaded your left breast between his fingers. Your body spasmed as he brought you over the edge again. His cock stung from being overworked as spilled more cum inside. It dribbled out and frothed around the hilt.

Shuttering, Levi dropped you back down on the bed. You slumped down, your bound legs going up in the air. Trying to catch his breath, he shakily undid the cuffs to free you. Your shins flopped down. He never came so hard in his life. Whisking away the thought, he was sure you don’t even recall saying it.

Slowly, he grabbed the plug and wiggled it out of you. You didn’t do more than whine as it slipped. Dropping it on the mattress, he turned you over. Pulling the headband off, he then freed you of the leash. With haste, the mitts came off, too. In minutes, you were human, again.

Grabbing your shoulder, Levi sat you upright. Staring at his chest, you let yourself comprehend what Levi had done. Whatever planned he had worked. Your mind felt clear, but still off. You don’t think you will ever be whole again. At least, the urge to leave came back.

Levi snapped his fingers in front of your face, “I’m speaking to you.”

Your old friend rage came back all at once. “Let me go.”

He hauled you to his face with a firm grip, “When will you learn, shit for brains, you are never leaving.” There’s that fight he wanted back.

Your nose prickled from the itching want to cry all over again, “I will fight you until the day you die.”

“I look forward to it.”

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"Aren't you sick of this?" Your soft voice rang through the room.

Levi paused. He didn’t respond.

Sitting you on top of the counter, he rolled up the knee high sock in his hands. Continuing in silence, Levi shoved the bunched up thick fabric over your foot. His knuckles brushed up your skin as he traveled up. Snapping the band around your mid-thigh, he reached for the other sock. Paw pads were printed on the bottom. The flash of pink caught your eye as he reached for the other sock.

Upset by him ignoring you, you pulled your foot away. “Do you even like this shit?” You pinched at the bloomers he just slipped onto your hips a moment prior.

Grabbing your ankle, he brought your leg back to him. “Don’t try it.”

“Try what,” You squinted your eyes at him.

“Think you’re smart enough to drive a wedge between me and Erwin.” His tone was flat, final.

An almost jealous twinge sparked in your chest. You knew you were completely alone in this, that Erwin and Levi will always come first in their minds. Though, the needy child in you, just wanted to be something more than a possession for once in your life.

“I don’t get you,” You finally admitted.

He peered from under his lashes as he continued to slip the thigh high up. Other than a click of his tongue, he gave no verbal response.

You continued, “You say that, but I overheard that you didn’t want Erwin to bring him over. You don’t like most of Erwin’s decisions. Why try to defend me—try and help me—and then do nothing when it’s at his whim? Why kidnap me if never wanted me here in the first place? Why are you being nice to me!”

Your voice escalated as you started to sob, breaking down. Levi stood straight up and grabbed your shoulders. Shaking you a bit to get your attention, he stared straight into your watery eyes.

“Listen to me. You are not mine,” He said the words through gritted teeth, “I shouldn’t have done what I did yesterday. In the end, what Erwin does to you is not my business. I simply don’t want to pick up the mess of your corpse and Erwin’s bitch fit that another pet project didn’t fucking work.”

“You’re lying,” You snarled the words with a mouth full of teeth.

“Yeah, brat, I am?” He matched your gnarl, sneering.

“You don’t like that I’m Erwin’s. He tends to leave messes you have to pick up, including me. That’s why you fucked me without his permission, again -”

“Careful.”

“You don’t like your pets hollow. You want them writhing and full of fight so you can-”

Your words were cut off with a firm slap. Head spun to the left, you stared at the marble countertop. Digging your nails into the stone, you hoped it broke.

“Knock this shit off.”

Tears boiled up in your waterline. You didn’t reply as you bit your wobbling lip. Childishly, you rubbed at your swollen cheek with a pitiful ow .

“I don’t know what the fuck that was, but you better nip it in the bud, now.”

“I thought you wanted me like this.”

He clicked his tongue, “I didn’t want a spoiled brat. I wanted the mutt in my fucking bed to stop sulking.”

How stupid of you, of course he didn’t care. If you kept going with your downward spiral, Erwin would have gotten sick of you. You could tell he thought he broke you beyond repair. Snapped you in half like his other strays. All his previous toys were made of hard plastic. Easy to break. You, unfortunately, were malleable elastic string. You can't break, only be worn down.

Sniffling, you nodded as you digested his words. Refusing eye contact, you let yourself turn your brain off. There’s no point in trying to get through to either of them. Despite his actions, as Levi said, he would always be loyal to Erwin. Might as give it up before it exploded in your face.

Levi watched you wilt inward before him. Rubbing his temples, he wished he could take the past few minutes back. Words were not his strong suit, and what he meant to say got lost in his blunt tone. You weren’t his, technically. Getting attached would only worsen your state. Showing favoritism towards Levi as you have been, has only caused Erwin to be more cruel.

He could see the creeping signs of stockholm syndrome a mile away. You’re affliction towards Levi was a survival tactic. Levi knew what he felt was more. Something that would only result in you getting killed. Erwin never favored sharing.

So he dropped it before you slipped under. “Come. You need to eat.”

Hooking his hands under your armpits, he lifted you off the counter. Standing on your own, you followed behind him. Staring at the back of his head, the frustration hadn’t left. The mind games had you spinning like a top.

Not once did he look back as he lead you down the stairs, the hall and into the kitchen. Erwin sat at the head of the table, his breakfast half finished.

“There’s my darling girl,” He smiled.

Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you to his lap. Sitting on one of his thighs, your legs hung by his crotch. Stabbing his fork in his pancake, he lifted the syrupy morsel to your mouth. Turning away quickly, stickiness hit your cheek.

Erwin’s face fell as the utensil hung in the air. “Don’t be fussy.”

Your jaw clicked at his baby talk.

Levi cut in, “She’s been bratty all morning, ignore her.”

Your head jumped up and glared directly at the man, “Judas.”

Levi knew the true meaning of what you meant. This isn’t just about right now. He crossed his arms, not backing down.

“We don’t talk like that,” Erwin inserted himself back into the conversation. “I know you haven’t been feeling well-”

You scoffed at that. His hand snapped out and grabbed your jaw. Welding your gaze to his, he glared down at you. “Watch your tone.”

His voice warbled with someone else’s, and you were a child all over again. Ripping his hand off your mandible, you pushed yourself backwards until you fell off his lap. Erwin sucked in a breath as you slammed against the hardwood floor. Your tailbone took the brunt of the fall.

Slapping your ears over your head, you chanted, “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

Pushing his chair back, Erwin got out of his seat as he watched in horror, “Y/n-”

“Don’t touch me!” You screeched as he went to lift you off the ground. He paused and his forehead crinkled as he locked gazes with Levi over your head.

Scrambling backwards with your feet, you started to sob so hard your body heaved. Both men could only observe you in shock. Your hands threaded through your hair and pulled.

Levi attempted to be the one to get you off the floor, but when his hand brushed your back, you screamed again.

“Go away! I hate you, hate you, hate you. I fucking hate you both!” Spit dribbled out your mouth as you hiccuped with blurry vision.

“Hey-”

“I want to go home,” You pathetically wailed, clutching your chest.

Their gazes bounced to each other again.

Erwin softly spoke, “Sweetie, you are home.”

Shaking your head so fast you got dizzy, you babbled, “I want to go home, wanna go home.”

“You want to go back to living in your car?” Levi barked, hoping to snap you out of it.

You nodded your head, and then stopped. “I can’t because you ruined it. Like you guys ruined me.” A new wave of sobbing pierced the air.

Hovering over you in a crouch, Erwin handled you like a startled animal, “Don’t you want off the floor, princess?”

You scooted away, hitting Levi’s legs in the process. Flinching back like you were hit, you fell into more hysterics. “Please just let me go home. I- I can’t take it. If I’m here any longer I will die!”

“Whoa, who said anything about dying?” Erwin gasped out in shock.

“You did! I wanna go home, just let me go,” You bellowed while kicking your legs out like a toddler. He was approaching too close.

“Levi?” Erwin asked, unsure where to go with this. Levi could only scowl, hesitant as well. They both winced as you cried out again so hard you gagged.

“Princess, please, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Let me go home!”

Levi’s face pinched, “We all know we can’t do that.”

“Fine.” Heaving, you sucked in all the air you could til your cheeks puffed out. Clenching your eyes, you held your breath. Pinching your own nose, you weren’t going to breath until they agreed to take you home.

Erwin grabbed your shoulders, but you kicked him in the stomach, hard. He grunted as he hunched over.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Levi seethed. Gripping right above your elbow, he hauled you on your knees. “Fucking look at me.”

You whined deep in your throat, refusing to listen. Your lips were starting to tingle from the lack of oxygen.

“You’re not leaving, you shitty brat, you fucking get that?” Levi shook you in his hold, ripping your hand away from your nose. Grabbing your jaw, he dug his thumb into the hinge of the bone.

“Ow!” You whimpered. The pressure point throbbed. He forced your mouth wide until you had no other choice but exhale. Gasping out, you coughed, your lungs begging for air. Drool dribbled out the corner of your lips.

“Why did you do that?” Levi continued to berate you.

Sobbing, you mumbled, “I don’t know.”

“I don’t know isn’t an excuse,” Erwin’s icy tone cut through you and Levi.

Letting you go, Levi stepped back. You slumped on the floor, your shoulders bouncing with each pitchy hiccup.

“I guess you still haven’t learned your lesson. I think a couple of hours in timeout will suffice.”

“No!” You whimpered, and scrambled away from him.

Standing back up, he reached down and pinched your ear between his index and thumb. Hauling you up by the fragile cartilage, you cried out in pain.

“Erwin-”

Said man tutted at Levi. Scrambling to match his pace, you were forced to lean over from his grip. Clutching onto his forearm to pry him off was unsuccessful. Your fingernails dug into the skin, he only pulled harder.

Stomping down the hall and to the right, he stood at the closet door. Flinging it open, he pushed you inside. Yelping, you tripped and fell on your knees with an audible thud. Spinning around, Erwin stood in the frame, casted in shadow.

“Let this be a lesson.”

With that, he slammed the door and clicked the lock on the knob. Frantically, you rushed to the door and pounded on it.

“Erwin? Levi? Let me out, please!” You begged, terrified. You didn’t want to be alone, you just want to go home.

From past the door, you could faintly hear Levi scolding Erwin. Their escalating argument was drowned out by the pulsing blood in your ears. Hitting the slab of wood over and over, you could only beg. But it fell upon deaf ears.

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After being locked in the closet for hours, you were inconsolable. You had curled up in a ball within the darkest corner once you gave up on pounding upon the door. Shoving your face into the circle of your own arms, you flinched at any noise. Memories came to haunt you of days long since past of hiding from your parents’ raising voices.

Being the youngest of a brother and sister, you were constantly left out. You were the afterthought. Your siblings were significantly older than you so they had no desire to interact with a child as teenagers. Out of the two, your brother was more willing to play, but he didn’t do much in the wake of your father’s abuse or the fighting.

You were reminded often that you weren’t meant to be a born. Your mother got what she wanted, a boy and girl to balance each other out. And your father got a son that could keep his business thriving long after he retires. You were the product of trying to rekindle an ember that grew cold and grey. From a young age you exhibited you were different from your siblings, you needed a little more help than other kids. In other words, you were a nuisance and burden.

Desperately you wanted to fit into the already finished puzzle of your family. Now that you’re older you knew you weren’t the problem. You were just a kid. Your father’s need for control only drove you further from your siblings. They got out while they could, scared just as you were. Though, you were angry they never helped you and left you behind, you couldn’t blame them for escaping.

After they left home, they rarely kept contact. You would get the birthday text, and the quick exchanges of wishing each other a happy holidays, but that’s about it. Even when you were officially kicked out at eighteen, you never once told them. They still thought you were at home, and you wanted it that way.

In the dark of the closet, hugging yourself, you wanted it for either of them to be the ones holding you instead. They were mean at times, and left you for the wolves, but they weren’t cruel. The first time you were kicked out, your brother went to find you and cradled you in that rusty playground. He tried to make excuses for your father, not just for your sake, but his own too. He didn’t want to believe he was that evil. You nodded along to keep the peace.

You haven’t thought about them in ages. Did they know you were missing? Would they even care? Were they looking for you, or were their lives too busy to give it more than a passing thought? Levi and Erwin didn’t listen to the news around you so you had no clue if you were even registered as missing.

Working yourself back up, Erwin had found you still sobbing.

“Oh sweetheart, come here,” He cooed with such artificial saccharine.

He had opened his arms up so you could fall into his arms, but you curled up further. Erwin wasn’t phased. Scooping you up, he took you away from the darkness and back into the lightness of the living room.

Sitting down on his recliner, he kept you in his arms. Not letting you go, you were sat on his lap and he rocked you both. Levi was no where in sight.

Petting your hair, he whispered into the soft strands, “You did so well.”

Sniffling, your chest hiccuped as you tried to regulate yourself. You both sat like that for a while until your breathing evened to a steady rhythm. Erwin hummed a little lullaby as you fiddled with your fingers.

“I hate having to punish you like that, I really do,” His voice cut through the lull.

You remained silent.

Erwin smiled, “But you took it like a champ. You were just fussy and needed sometime to calm down, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Biting your lip, you had no clue what to say. You were still hazy and drained from exerting yourself. The want to go home hadn’t left, but you kept it to yourself.

“I want answers, Y/n.”

Nervous, you picked at your nails. “I guess so.”

“To what?”

“That I needed a time-out.” The words were bitter on your tongue as you mumbled them out.

Erwin shivered at the whiny lilt in your tone. “Good girl. And why did you need a time-out?”

Like a scolded child, you tucked your chin into your neck, “Because I kicked you?”

“And?”

You racked your mind for what else he could be looking for. Your breathing picked up again as you tried to decode what he wanted. Like a ticking time bomb, Erwin needed the right answer or else everything will implode.

Clutching your hands to your chest, you sought out your own heartbeat. Quickly, Erwin started to rub your back as you started to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” He attempted to soothe, “Do you need help?”

Nodding, you began to cough.

Erwin adjusted you in his lap so you straddled his hips. Pushing your head into the crook of his neck, he gently squeezed your nape. Like a kitten, you unwillingly sunk into his hold.

“Shh, shh, there we go. What’s up?”

Your fingers curled into your palms. His words cut through the fog in your brain. You pushed off of him and stared at him with teary-red eyes. A large palm cradled your cheek and wipes the stray tear as you continued to glare.

“Come on, princess, I can’t understand what’s wrong if you don’t tell me. You got to use your big girl words.”

Clenching your eyes, you tried to fight how his words filled you. Your mind went blurry as it begged to fall into the siren call of turning off. That head space was dangerous and you wanted no part in it. “Please stop.”

“Stop what?”

You clutched the hem of your shirt, “I don’t know. You’re making me feel weird.” You waved your head in front of your face.

A glimmer glinted in Erwin’s eye. You shouldn’t have said anything.

“Okay,” He smiled knowingly. “Anyway, do you think you can tell me now why else I put you in time-out?”

“Because I gave you attitude?”

He chuckled, “No, but I’ll take it.”

Slipping his hand from your face, he dragged both of them to your waist. Going under your shirt, you shivered at the cool air brushing against the exposed flesh. Rubbing his thumbs up and down your stomach, he tugged you down to rest your crotch against his.

Leaning down, he nosed the line of your neck. Planting a kiss against your jugular, he went right above the collar. A hand went up the shirt to rest between your shoulder blades. His tongue slipped out and licked against the skin.

“Er-” He nipped and corrected you, “D-daddy?”

Erwin moaned at that, bucking up into your clothed slit. The hand on your hip guided you to rock against him. Scared and confused, you followed his lead. Your clit caught on his jeans, tiny sparks of pleasure sizzled up your spine.

“I knew you would be good. Daddy’s good little girl, you’re going to get such a wonderful reward.” His hot breath sent goosebumps throughout your skin.

The buzz of his phone going off stopped him. Pulling away with one last kiss to your neck, he pulled his phone from his pocket. The light illuminated his face as his eyes scanned left to right. Smiling, he put it back.

Grabbing your arms, he slung them over his shoulders. Tucking his hand under your ass, he got up from the couch. His hard-on sat right below where he had your crotch resting against his toned stomach.

Walking back out into the hall, he stood at the door to the basement. Fear took over.

Pressing your hands on his shoulders, you forced yourself up to stare him in the eye. “I don’t want to go down there, please don’t do this,” Your voice wobbled.

He hushed you, “It won’t be like last time, I promise.”

That brought no comfort. Crying as he grabbed your nape to rest your head on his shoulder, your nails bit into the fabric of his stupid, fancy, button down shirt. Your body jostled with each step down the stairs.

“Is she already crying?” Levi asked.

“She’s okay, just nervous.”

He clicked his tongue, “Did you even tell her what’s happening, or is this one of your surprises, again.”

Erwin’s chest bounced at his laugh, “You know me too well.”

As they bantered, Erwin walked over to the familiar couch. He set you down besides Levi who had his arm spread across the backrest. To the left was a table Levi had already set up Erwin walked over to. With tented brows, you watched as he grabbed a soft pink rope.

“Levi, could you undress her for me?”

Spinning your head towards the short man, you shook your head no. A stern expression plastered on his face, Levi hooked his fingers under your pants before you could run off. Catching your underwear as well, he tugged the garments off while bringing you closer to him. You fell backwards, your back hitting the cushions from the force. Yelping, you tried to scurry away.

Chasing you, Levi planted a knee on your stomach while his other leg stayed on the floor. Folding your clothes once, he twisted his back to lay them on the other arm rest. Ever the clean freak. Going back to you, grabbing the hem of your long sleeve, he pulled it off, your arms going up to follow. Your nipples instantly puckered from the cold air of the basement.

Shivering, you hugged your torso as you stared up at Levi. His dark hair curtained his cold expression as he drank up your glimmering eyes and perked breasts. Heart jumping like a startled rabbit, you were completely vulnerable. The last time you were naked in front of both of them was when Erwin set up that man to violate you.

With Levi you remembered to be angry. You scowled at him and he only tilted his head in response.

“Can you lean her up for me?” Erwin cut in.

Looking over, Erwin had the pink rope in hand, standing over you both. Taking his knee off your stomach, Levi guided you to sit up straight, your butt at the end of the couch.

Like a doll, you were twisted and pull in all directions. Erwin looped the rope around and around your chest and torso. The pink rope framed your breasts, lifting them up a bit, leaving them more pronounced. The bindings weren’t constricting or heavy, but they left you feeling bound despite these ones not even touching your limbs.

“Scoot back for me, princess,” Erwin’s voice was breathy and thick.

Scared to do anything else, you obeyed, but not before glancing at Levi first. He nodded his head to the side, telling you to listen. Shakily, you pushed yourself to rest against the couch. Erwin grabbed your left leg and pulled it upwards so your foot was sat on the cushion. Your pussy clenched at being exposed to the cold air.

With a new rope of the same color, he looped it around your thigh and down your calf. His thick, deft fingers worked with ease as he strung you up. Your leg was completely bound so your leg stayed in the same position. The back of your thigh and your calf were glued together.

“Hands.”

Offering your last bit of freedom to him, your arms raised. Staring off to the side, you couldn’t will yourself to watch. The soft fibers coiled around your wrists loosely in a consistent figure-eight pattern. Erwin’s fingers spun like a conniving spider until about two inches of rope bound your wrists. Once done, he tucked the rope under to go through the cross of the figure-eight over and over, completing the tie to make a perfect cuff.

Satisfied with your restraints, Erwin let your arms drop to rest over your exposed slit. Stepping back, he admired his work before him. Still clad in his clothes, he made no move to remove them and neither did Levi. You were left bare before them both.

Going to the left side of you, Erwin sat down with his back resting against the armrest. Using your bounded wrist as a leash, he tugged you to him. Guiding you, he had you sit between his spread legs. One on the couch while his other was bent so his foot rested on the floor.

He leaned you back to rest your back against his chest. Your head fell under his chin. Hand on your knee, he adjusted your bound leg to be planted on his thigh and your other over his leg so your pussy was on full display for him and Levi who sat across from you.

“Levi, hand me the wand, please.”

Reaching behind him, Levi grabbed what Erwin called the wand. It was a large, hand-held hitachi vibrator. You trembled at the sight of it, not liking where this was going. Levi passed it on to Erwin.

Getting comfortable for the show, Levi sat with his foot tucked under him. Resting his elbow against the back of the couch, his fist held his cheek. Silent, he observed.

Erwin took the wand, thumbing the buttons on the side. It sprung to life with a whirling buzz. Your fingers clenched as he dusted it over your nipple. Shuttering, the vibrations were stronger than you hoped. Pressing more firmly, a tiny whimper tumbled out of your gritted teeth.

His chest bounced with a snicker behind you, “You’re so sensitive.”

“F-fuck o-” You were cut off by him turning up the settings.

Your back arched as your clit pulsed, wanting the wand there instead.

“Little girls shouldn’t use such dirty language.”

Switching to the other nipple, he brought his free hand to pinch the other. Looking down, you watched as Erwin played with the thin skin. Puckering between his fingers, he swirled the bulbous head around and around, keeping both evenly stimulated.

Some wetness dribbled out your pussy to your dismay. Your hole squeezed down around nothing, want it be touched instead. As if hearing your thoughts, he dragged the vibrator down. The ticklish sensations had your stomach jump away from the head. With the easy access of your spread legs, it attached to your pulsing clit.

A yelp breached the air as your back arched. It was too much. Your bound leg tried to close but Erwin gripped your knee and shoved it into the couch backing. You winced from the stretch.

“Too much!” You cried out, your bound hands reaching for Erwin's.

He merely hushed you like a colicky baby. Wrapping his arm around under your breasts, he kept you strapped down. Your hips bucked, not knowing if they were running away or chasing the pleasure. Mouth falling slightly agape more moans followed unwillingly.

Eyes rolling back as Erwin pressed it more into your bud, you looked up him. His own mouth had dropped, amazed by the sight before him. Under your ass was his bulge. Though he had his head straight. Following his line of sight with his pinched brow, was Levi. They both glared into each other. Levi the least effected out of the two.

He has blase air about him, like he was watch the news. Those haunting greys bored into you with such boredom. He didn't even seem to care about the throbbing erection in his tight pants. The spectacle before him was nothing more than something to pass the time. It made you feel so little, like a bug.

A choked moan caught in your throat as Erwin swirled your clit. If you weren't already staring you wouldn't have caught how Levi’s lip quirked up, amused. You pushed away how your heart jumped in glee from getting a reaction.

Erwin’s hand went up to cup your breast. Pinching the already sensitive nipple between his knuckles, while he kneading the fat, you grew closer to the edge.

“Look at my princess, you look so beautiful when you fall apart,” He sighed into your hair.

Pulling you up further, Erwin pressed his cheek into yours. Going down, he mouthed at the skin of your neck. A whimper from his blunt teeth nipping at you. Crying out, you succumb to his whims.

Stars danced behind your eyes as your hips bucked, riding out the high. Erwin turned the hitachi back down to the lowest setting but didn't take it off your overworked clit. You whined, it being too much, too soon.

His hand stayed stagnant.

“I can't, hurts!” You begged, staring up at Erwin as if your tormentor would save you. He merely smiled with a cocked brow.

Whipping your attention to Levi, he scowled at you as if to say why would I stop the show?

Your legs shook as your chest heaved. Moaned poured out of you like a mantra. Fingers fanned out as you tried to squirm away. He only held you down more. You were going to take all he could give.

“Er-!”

He twisted your nipple as punishment, “That's your second warning.”

“Daddy! Daddy! I'm sorry, please. I can't take it,” You sobbed out, tears painting your hot cheeks.

Kissing your cheek, he upped the vibrations to the third setting. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Please, please, please, Dad- please!”

Erwin shuttered at you unable to finish his title. His own cheeks turned rouge as you struggled against his hold. More cries filled the room. The need to pee tightened your abdomen. Not again, not like this.

Nothing could stop the thin liquid bursting out of you as you came with a hiccuping keen. Squirt flooded out of your pussy, coating the wand, the couch and some landed on Levi. Sobbed racked through you from the humiliation. You got Levi dirty.

Levi broke his silence as he stared in disbelief, “Did she just squirt?”

Erwin moaned deep, turning off the wand. Putting it down between your spread legs, his fingers went for your bud. He scooped up the slick, gossamer strings catching the light as it clung to his scissoring digits.

You cried more as he played with you, fascinated. Your body finding pleasure during this only fucked with your head more. This gave them encouragement. Erwin picked the vibrator back up and you flinched, already too overstimulated. He only passed it to Levi, who set it back on the table.

“I'm sorry, but I must be impatient this time,” Erwin spoke.

Confused, Erwin didn't explain as he went for your rope cuffs. Swiftly, he unraveled all his hard work. You sought out Levi to explain. Within his character, he offered no solace and got up from his spot. Rounding the couch so he stood above you and Erwin. He crossed his arms, impatient.

Free of the rope, Levi reached his hand out for it. Twisting his torso, Erwin pawned it off. Going back to face you, he grabbed you by the waist. You were manhandled to straddle his hips. Forced to face him, you glared down at the wet spot on his pants.

Oh how you wanted to push against his chest, but you were exhausted and still bound. Body like lead, your head rested on his shoulder as you slumped over. Erwin wrapped his arms around your upper back, pulling you closer. You whined at your slit rubbing against the rough fabric of his pants.

From behind Erwin, Levi grabbed your wrists. He pulled them so your arms sat under Erwin's. Lifting your weary head up to rest your chin on the muscly deltoid, you watched Levi get to work. With the same rope, he tied your hands behind Erwin’s back to be locked in a make shift hug. With his arms in the way, escape wasn't an option.

Not breaking eye contact, Levi observed you as he wrapped the rope over and over similar to Erwin. You must be a mess with your droopy lids and swollen lips. Dewy sweat and the streaks of tears caked on your cheeks. To Levi, you looked beautiful. The definition of woeful debauchery. He wanted to eat you whole.

Your eyebrows tented in that sinful way. Erwin had shifted his hold. Putting a hand under your ass, he lifted you up enough to unzip his pants. You shuttered as you could feel him fumbling around to release himself. Whimpering, his cock sprung up and hit your hovering slit.

Done with his task, Levi walked back over to his original seat. There was no way you could turn around and see his reaction. You were left in dark. Staring at the wall, you jumped as Erwin clutched both your ass cheeks. With his fingers, he spread your pussy wide. Your hole fluttered at the cool air.

Guiding you down like you were merely a toy, Erwin's cockhead caught on the rim. Your spine shot straight up. You weren't prepped enough.

“Wait! Wait!”

“Shh, you'll be okay,” Erwin nuzzled into your cheek.

You started to cry all over again. Slowly he lowered you down. The spongy head entered you so agonizingly slow. Air punched out of your lungs as your cunt stretched around him. Giving you no time to adjust, he sunk you further on his cock. Erwin bullied through your fluttering cunt, not relaxing in the slightest.

Your fingers curled into his shirt as you shoved your face into his shoulder. Keens and hiccups were muffled by the fabric. More and more he entered you, stretching you past your capacity. They haven't fucked you in at least over a week so your poor hole was ill fit for the sizing.

Your mind blanked. His cock brushed against your g-spot. Digging his fingers into the meat of your ass, he used all his restraint not to buck up into you. With such frustrating patience, he eased you further until you were to the hilt. Your body trembled. It felt like he was in your stomach.

Letting go of your bottom, he started to rub your back. “You did so well. My princess is so strong taking Daddy without fussing.”

He shifted his hips, laying down a little more on the couch. Your hands rested against the arm rest. You moaned at the tiny adjustment, his cock stirring up your insides. Erwin groaned with you as you clenched down. Filled to the brim, you could only take it. From the angle and restraints, moving wasn’t an option.

From behind, rustling could be heard. The couch cushion sunk further down as Levi’s warmth radiated off him. His fingers skimmed your back, you flinched from the cool brush. He splayed his hand on the prickled skin and forced you down further, your ass popping out more. Dragging his touch down, he danced down to the cleft of your ass.

You whimpered, “Please don’t.”

“You can take it.”

He seemed so sure, but you weren’t. Cold liquid dripped down, hitting the ring of muscles. You jumped. Neither his fingers or cock bumped against the hole, but something hard and plastic instead. A click resonated in the room.

Your toes curled as a new vibrator buzzed against the fragile pucker. It had your whole body shake from the vibrations. Levi kicked it up to the highest setting. More lube was poured down, coating the toy. Keening, he swirled it around the hole, loosening it up.

Erwin panted as you kept clenching around him, squirming with each circle. Gritting his teeth, he only give tiny bucks before stopping. Fucking into you like how he wanted would only make this more difficult for Levi and you. He wanted you drunk on ecstasy. To drown in it as Levi and him gave you all they could give. He needed you to want this as bad as he feened for it.

You screamed out as Levi pushed the toy in. Only by an inch, but like before, you weren’t properly prepped. Shuffling forward, you squished yourself to Erwin to run away from the insertion. Erwin quickly corrected you and grabbed both cheeks once more. With his fingers, he spread you for Levi.

The muscles stretched around the fake cock, body shivering with the ticklish vibrations. He worked in inside about half way before pulling out so only a bit was left inside. Waiting, he watched as you wiggled and writhed. The vibrations were too much, sending your nerves into overdrive. You couldn’t stop it.

Biting Erwin’s shoulder to stop the cries, you came.

“F-fuck,” Erwin moaned out as your walls fluttered around him.

More wetness flooded around you, getting all over your thighs and his. You were so sticky and you hated it. Levi took the opportunity and shoved the toy all the way inside. Rapidly, giving you not time to gather your sanity, he fucked it into you like it was his own dick.

Grabbing you by the nape of the neck, he forced you upwards. Sliding further down the vibrator, you keened as you were forced to face Erwin. Each thrust had you basically riding his cock. He looked like a mess. His perfectly styled hair had become disheveled and his cheeks were a light flush. Nails biting the flesh of your cheeks, Erwin was using all his strength not to pistoned into your warm, wet cunt right now. He had to be patient. Oh he loved and hated how Levi was torturing him.

“Do you think we can pull another out of her like this?” Levi asked, voice calm and unaffected.

Erwin kicked his head back, his throat on full display. You wanted to tear his larynx out with your teeth. Another harsh thrust tossed the impulse out.

“Levi,” Erwin honest to God stuttered, “I’m not going to last longer.”

Levi grabbed your hip, fingers brushing against Erwin’s. Just to tease him, he pushed your hips back and forth, swaying against his cock. Each rock only had you fucking yourself against the toy, too. “What happened to that stamina, huh?”

Erwin took the taunt with stride. “If you were inside her you would- ah!- you would be on the same boat.”

Levi clicked his tongue, not arguing.

His thrusts began more laggard. As he dragged the toy he lowered the vibrations until they were barely there. Your rapid moans turned into sniffling pants, still too double stuffed. Slowly, he tugged it out of your ass with a squelch. You whined at the lose without meaning to. The hole winked as it tried to accommodate the lack of filling.

“Quiet,” Levi barked.

Turning the toy completely off, he put it back on the table. It clinging against the table top. Levi undid his own pants, shuffling them down. His erection lulled out, his tip shiny with pre. Kneeling his way closer, his knees were bracketed by Erwin’s. Gripping your hip once more, fingers entwined with Erwin’s, he lifted your ass up.

Lube on standby, he coated his cock with the cool gel. Hand gripping the base, he tapped his cockhead against your opened hole. Pushing inside, your breath stuttered as the head forced you open. His cock was definitely bigger than the toy he used. A slight burn had you wincing as he sunk deep in your ass.

He grunted as your hole clamped down on him. Further and further he filled you until his hips were slotted against the plush of your fleshy bottom. It was too much, there was too much inside you. Hiccups left you as your brain short-circuited. Erwin and Levi could feel each other betwixt the thin layer of skin between your cunt and ass. You were all connected like a reconstructed broken glass.

Just as you were getting used to the stretch, Levi pulled back until only his tip was inside. You cried, hating the rapid change. Erwin went to cradle your cheek, shushing you. Now clutching your waist, Levi began.

“Ah!” You cried as he punched into you.

Taking hold of your hips, Erwin then bucked into like you were a doll. You were bounced upwards and forwards, used for their pleasure. Erwin’s cock was so big he kept hitting the spongy spot inside you or maybe he just knew your body so well at this point. You tried not to think about it. Drifting his thumb down, he pressed into your neglected clit.

“D-daddy,” You moaned, drooling.

“That feel good? Is Daddy making you feel good?”

Dumbly, you nodded along to his words. You started to slump forward, but Levi wrapped a hand around your throat, above the collar.

“Is the bitch already fucked stupid?”

Tilting your head to look at him, you answered, “Uh huh.”

Too far gone, you leaned further into Levi’s embrace, craving his affection. Over your shoulder, Levi glanced at Erwin who wore his jealousy as subtly as he could. Going to release you so you could fall back on Erwin, you started to freak out.

“Don’t let go!” You cried out, terrified if the hand cradling your fragile neck stopped you would crumble to pieces.

Both men stared at each other in surprise, or something more close to fear.

Better at words, Erwin was quick to sooth you. “It’s okay, baby, he won’t let go. We won’t ever let you go.”

Somewhere deep in your mind, buried beneath the numbing bliss, a voice screamed at you to come out of it. That those words are a threat, not reassurance. Though, you could only fall further into the dizzy headspace.

With fervor, they kicked back up their thrusts. Rocked this way and that, you spasmed against both their cocks, your wetness coating Erwin. You were close. After three orgasms, you were at your limit. Shuttering, you silently released with nothing more than a tiny squeak.

Both men didn’t stop, chasing their own ends. Every drag against your raw walls only stung. You were tapped out.

“Too much,” You begged, tongue thick in your mouth.

“You’re okay, we’re almost there, just a little bit more.” Despite his words, Erwin fiddled with your clit. He wanted you to come with them.

You tugged against the rope, your wrists digging into his back. It hurt . “Stop it, it hurts!”

“Erwin,” Levi cut in, growing concerned.

Hot envy filled him and Levi could visibly see his mistake. “She’s fine .”

Saying no more, he continued his thrusts. He couldn’t deny how tight and hot your little ass was. You’ve been through worse, you can handle a little overstimulation.

Them ignoring your pleas sobered you up a bit. That fuzziness stayed but something was off, you didn’t like this. Every nerve stung as Erwin bullied the bud, cruelly pinching at it. Your moans were now only sobs as the need to come washed over you.

Erwin was the first to fold. Shoving you deep on his cock so his head punched against your cervix, he came and painted your walls with hot seed. With one last twirled to your clit, you came with him, but nothing left you. You came dry.

Sagging down, Erwin pulled you away from Levi’s hold to cradle you to his chest as he came down from his high. His chest rapidly rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. Your body swayed as Levi chased his own end. Like Erwin, he shoved his cock in as far as he could go as he flooded your ass with his own cum. You were stuffed full.

You all laid there, chests heaving, them basking in the afterglow. The room smelt of sex. You were too warm, sandwiched between them. Whining, you tried to get away.

“Levi, can you untie her?”

Said man grunted. Landing a hand on your back, he slipped his softened cock from your ass. His dick serving as a plug, all the warm cum drooled out your ass, dripping onto the couch and onto your cunt.

Pull his pants back up, Levi with no complaints went back to the side of the couch and undid the rope. You didn’t dare look at him. You were upset that once more he didn’t do anything when Erwin hurt you. Free of the restraints, you rotated your wrists to gain more feeling back in them.

Erwin pulled you off his sensitive cock, the cum frothing at the base now dribbling out more. He laid you on your back gently. Him and Levi’s cum mixed together as the white substance slipped out of your overused holes. He first undid the rope on your chest. Slotting his hand under your back, he lifted the rope off from under you. Tilting you to the side, he started to unravel the pink rope on your leg. You stared up at the ceiling, choosing to ignore them both.

An ugly storm brewed in your tummy. The anger from before wasn’t as it used to be. You didn’t feel fired up, just cold. Biting your lip, you tired to will away the expression on your face. You wanted to spit and hurl insults, but you could only sit there with such idle ire.

No longer bound, Erwin let go of your leg. You winced at the pins and needles crawling all over the appendage.

“I’m going to put away the ropes. Don’t worry about the toys, I got it,” Erwin reassured Levi.

“Yes, I know you’re very particular with your shit.”

Erwin gave a sheepish smile, caught with his real intentions. The lumbering man got up from his seat and gathered up his ropes, cautious. He went to the closet in the room, shutting the door half way.

Levi came to take Erwin’s seat between your legs. You continued to not look at him as you tried to hide how much your leg hurt. He clicked his tongue before grabbing your calf.

“Ouch!” You shot up, glaring at him.

“Sitting up more.”

Wary, you listened and shuffled backwards so your head sat against the other arm rest. Not saying a word, he dug his fingertips into your leg. You whined at the pain, but as he kneaded the muscles, more blood flow came back. The tension in your shoulders left as you could feel your toes again.

“There you go, pup.” His voice was his typical timbre, but with a softer edge. It only served to fuel that anger festering.

“Are you sure I’m the dog?” You snipped, pulling your leg from his hold.

“Don’t be a brat.”

You sneered at him before turning your head to the side to ignore him. Levi grabbed your ankle and shoved your leg upwards, forced back into the same position it was bound in. He pushed your knee to your chest, your puffy pussy on full display.

Without mercy his hand smacked your clit. You cried at the pain. He rained down more slaps on the bud, their cum flood out. Each hit squelched as he abused the bundle of nerves. After each hit, he would roughly circle it with three fingerpads. Too sensitive, he knew you wouldn’t last long.

Spanking your pussy, he didn’t let you look away. You squirmed from the agony and as he forced more of their cum out of you with each smack. Papping against the nerves, he kept going. You tried to keep silent, but you could only whimper. With one more smack, you came for him, slick spraying out of you. Your lip wobbled from the humiliation that he made you squirt again.

Scooping up both your squirt and their cum between his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and licked. “You look like the bitch in heat to me.”

You glared and pouted. This wasn’t fair, he wasn’t fair.

Erwin entered the room again, visibly displeased, “What are you doing?”

“She was being mouthy.” Levi simply responded, but dropped his hold on your leg.

The other man forced an overly pleasant smile on his face, “Actually, can you clean up the toys, I’ll take her upstairs for a bath.”

Levi raised a brow, “Okay?”

He departed from you as Erwin speed-walked over and scooped you up in his arms. With haste, he took you out of the basement and away from Levi. As you went up the stairs, you observed Levi as he squinted his eyes. He looked contemplative, as if debating something.

You were brought out of the basement before you could decipher him more. Erwin walked you both away from the bathroom right by the basement and instead went towards the stairs. Held against his chest in a princess carry, you stared at his side profile. His thick eyebrow twitched and his jaw jumped as if he was annoyed.

“You’re staring, pretty girl.”

“And you’re being weird.”

Erwin couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips for a moment. “Don’t worry, it’s grown up stuff.”

Now you were the one annoyed, “I am a grown up.”

With his foot, he kicked up the bedroom door. Not responding, he crossed the room and made his way into the bathroom. Setting you down on the skin counter, he started a bath. Water rushed, filling the air. Goosebumps prickled your skin as your heart dropped, you ignored it. Crossing your arms, you rubbed at the raised flesh.

“Are you cold?” Erwin asked, rolling up his sleeve to check the temperature.

“I guess.”

“I’ll turn on the heat later.”

Swinging your legs, you tilted your head as Erwin started to take off his shirt. Off went his pants (no underwear) and socks. In no time, he was just as naked as you. Grabbing you, he brought you both into the bath. Lowering you down into the water first, you welcomed the warmth. He soon followed, the water whooshing from more mass being added.

He spun you around so your back was to his chest. Cocooning himself around you, he grabbed your waist with his knees above the water. He leaned his cheek against the crown of your head. You stared at the faucet, perplexed by him being so clingy.

Levi’s footsteps pulled Erwin out of his stupor.

“Are you going to wash her or just sit in your own filth?” Levi stood above you both, arms crossed.

Erwin sighed, uncoiling himself from you. “Yes. Come in here, we can do it together.”

Levi made a face. “We are not all going to fit in there.”

“You don’t know if you don’t try.”

He rolled his eyes, but abided to Erwin’s wishes. He peeled off his own clothes, standing there in the nude. You turned away, not wanting to be eye level with his cock.

“Move over.”

Inching backwards, you faced Levi as he entered the tub. Some water spilled over as he sat down. “This is more trouble than it’s worth,” He grumbled.

Despite that, he reached for the soap. Grabbing your arm, he started to wash away all the sweat gathered. Passing the soap over your shoulder, Erwin took it from his hands. Stuck between the two, they scrubbed away all their soil.

In the silence between the faint splashing of water, you stared at the frothy liquid. Whatever reflection of yourself there was, was replaced by the bubbles. You cupped the soapy water and blew on the tiny air pockets, flinching when they burst and hit your face. Limbs intertwined, shiny with the water. Here, you were all one mass twined, not too far off from the couch in the basement. There was no hint of sexual tension, just sweet intimacy.

It made you nauseous.

Chapter Text

Some time had past since you were first thrown into time-out. It became a common occurrence of any time Erwin deemed you misbehaved to shovel you away into the closet. The fear soon turned into anger. You had abandoned banging on the door to shun yourself to the corner. Within the days of your eyes adjusting to the dark, you had found a loose screw. It was too big to pick the lock with, but you started to scratch into the wall.

Head rested against the corner, in the neat paint you wrote, y/n was here .

Something so juvenile you could only think of at the time, but in another world maybe years from now when you were finally declared missing this could be the only hint. Maybe when you all three die and new owners take the home, they could see you were in fact here. At some point, you existed and were alive. That it was the very proof you were in the house, seeped into the wallpaper.

Blinking, you stared at Levi walking past you where you sat on the couch. Apparently the TV had been on. The sun sat high in the sky, it must be noon. Lazily your eyes drag themselves to where Levi went. As if a puppet on strings, you stumbled off the cushions.

Following him, you rounded the corner. At first you were seeking out him, not wanted to be alone after realizing you had no clue how long you were zoned out. Though, down the hall you see Levi open the very closet you have been locked in consistently multiple times for an eternity.

On your tip-toes, your feet carried you behind him. Before he could recognize you were hovering, your arms raised. With the door swinging outwards, and the door locking from the outside, you didn’t hesitate. Using all your strength with that rage burning up again…

You pushed.

“What the fuck-” Levi shouted as he stumbled into the closet, shock slacking his face.

Blankly, you grabbed the door and swung it shut. Another flurry of swears and for you to wait spewed from his lips as you threw you weight against the slab of wood and flipped the lock shut.

More poundings followed as your chest heaved with your wide eyes staring at the door. Over and over, he shoved his shoulder against it. With each hit, he grunted. Pinching yourself, you pulled yourself from your trance. Stumbling backwards with your socked feet, you spun around and raced out the hallway. Through the archway of the living room and kitchen, you passed by them all to get to the mud room.

Frantically, you flipped all the locks. They clung and clacked together as they hit against the door. Swinging the door open, you were greeted by the chilly autumn air. Welcoming it on your paper skin, the sun burned but gave such warmth you haven’t felt in months.

Wiping the tears away, you run down the stairs and into the driveway. Grass lined the paved path. Only in your socks, you raced your way down from the home. Hopefully you could hit the road and only pray a car passed by as you raced back to civilization.

The rumbling of an engine shattered your dreams. Climbing up the driveway was Erwin’s luxury SUV. The car skidded to a stop. A small moment, at a standstill with the headlights glaring back at you, you were stunned. Eyes wide, you willed yourself to move. You pumped faster to pass him. He reversed the car and twisted so it drove sideways, completely blocking your path. Your feet stumbled over themselves as you tried to stop, only smacking right into the car. Pushing yourself up, you turned around to go another way.

The car door opened. A piercing scream disturbed the birds. Erwin wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into the car with him. The door was left open as he wrangled you like a squirming toddler. Tears poured over as you continued to screech and pound your fist against his hold. Unbuckling himself with extortion, he left the car running.

Hauling himself out the car with you in tow, he carried you with your back to his front, lifting you up with his arms around your torso. Your feet kicked out, not touching the ground. He remained silent as you scratched at him. You just wanted to go home.

Stepping up the stairs to the front door wide open, he walked right inside. Releasing one arm, he shut the door behind him, spinning the deadbolt locked. Deeper in the home, Levi’s shouts carried out.

“That better be fucking you brat or I swear to god!” He heaved with each time he threw his weight against the door.

To your surprise, he was genuinely trapped. Didn’t he have the key? You swore ever since being here, they both had the key that locked both your room and other things in the house. If you think about it, you haven’t seen used in a while. Where did it go?

Erwin dropped his hold on you. Free, you spun around to foolish go back to the door. He left his car running, you must take the opportunity, now. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you back. Not letting you go, Erwin dragged you down the hall to where you trapped Levi. You tugged and scratched at his hand. Sneering with all teeth, you dug your heels into the ground. It did nothing.

At the closet, Erwin undid the lock on the knob. Stepping back not the be hit by the swinging door, it slammed against the wall as Levi stepped out. Fury deepened the wrinkles in the middle of his brows. His lips were pulled into a frown. He glanced up at Erwin and then at you.

He stepped towards you, getting your face. Ashamed and angry your escape plan didn’t work, you let your head hang. Clutching onto your jaw so tight, your lips puckered, he forced eye contact.

“Was that a smart idea?” He growled, his grey irises almost black.

You tried to shake your head.

He jostled you causing you to flinch. “No, it wasn’t, shit for brains. Where the fuck were you going to go, huh? You had no shoes—your feet are fucking filthy—and you still have the collar on. Were you going fry your brains until you were basically roadkill on the side of the road?”

His voice raised as he continued to berate you. Terrified of the punishment soon to come, you cried and cried. Vomit built up as you tried to pry yourself away. Slacking, you collapsed on the floor, your arm raised as Erwin didn’t let go. Levi looked down upon you from over his nose, unimpressed.

“Go turn off my car. I’ll deal with her,” Erwin coldly stated.

Rubbing his bruising shoulder, Levi nodded his head once and spun on his heel. Walking away and leaving you with Erwin, you stared at his back in contempt. You hated him, you hated them both.

Grabbing your other arm, Erwin forced you back up on your feet. Down the hall and to the left, he guided you towards his office. Confused, you watched as he opened the glass panel doors. Upon his office, across the door was his desk with a nice leather, rolling chair. A window sat behind his desk, cascading the otherwise dreary room with natural light. In the right corner of the room, about half way, the wall slanted where the staircase was. Bookshelves lined the room with even more history books. Standing on his mahogany desk was a globe with muted greens, blues and yellows line with brass. Under his desk was a computer to compliment the monitor by the globe.

Dragging you with him, he shut the door and flipped the lock, trapping you with him. Rounding his desk, he sat down and twirled the chair to face you while you stood on the side. Clutching onto your elbows, he had you stand between his spread legs.

He looked up at you as you stared off to the side, the basically bare trees mocking you through the window. “I thought this rebellious streak was over.”

Your jaw clicked as you crossed your arms despite his grip.

Erwin sighed and leaned back in his chair. From the corner of your eye, he pinched between his between his thick brows to relieve tension. He looked too much like a disgruntled, fatigued father.

“I hate having to punish you-”

You scoffed, cutting him off.

“Oh?” He coldly cut in, his icy gaze burning you. “You got something to say?”

Turning back to him, your arms now likened to self-soothing hug, “You’re lying.”

His face twitched, barely containing his own rage. “I don’t like being accused of things without explanation, princess.”

“I forgot to say bless you yesterday and you threw me in the stupid closet. I didn’t eat all my food the day before that and I was in the closet, again. Gave ‘attitude’?” You bracketed the word with air quotes, “Guess what? Closet. Just admit you find pleasure in being mean to me. Stop being a liar.”

Not speaking, he regarded you. He picked you apart like you’re a puzzle that stumped him. Your words were a factor in an equation he thought he already solved. Your speech was different and his brain seeking patterns latched onto it.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, “Has Daddy been mistreating his little girl?”

Your brain tingled at the words. He wasn’t getting it. Frustrated he just decided to speak down to you, you went back to looking out the window.

The chair creaked as he sat back up. Large hands gripped your arms and unraveled them. Rubbing them to sooth you, he forced you back in the moment. Your heart raced. You could basically taste his next words.

“We will discuss that later. Either way you need to be punished for locking Levi in the closet. You don’t like being in there, right? So it wasn’t very nice for you to do that to him.”

Your fingers curled into your palms, your nails biting the flesh. Leaning down to the drawer beside you, he grabbed a piece of lined paper and a pen. Closing it with a thud, he came back up to you and placed them on the desk.

“You’re going to apologize to Levi.” He tapped the paper, “I want you to write ‘I’m sorry for being a bad girl’ until both sides are filled. No mistakes allowed. If you mess up, you will started over. Do you understand?”

You have to apologize despite them locking you so many times in that closet so many times you forgot just because you did it once? This is so unfair. Glaring down at the pen, you were tempted to swipe it off the desk.

Erwin gripped your ear and forced you down.

“Ow!” You cried out with a wince.

“I said, do you understand?”

Shaky hands clutched onto his wrist as you vigorously nodded your head.

“I want words.” He pinched further.

“Yes! Yes, I understand, Daddy. Please stop, it hurts,” You babbled.

He let you go and pushed his chair out to give you more room. “Stand facing the door and place your hands flat down on the desk.”

Gulping, you followed his orders. You looked out the glass panes of the door. Only the door to the bathroom greeted you. The chair groaned as Erwin adjusted himself. Coming closer, you flinched as his knees hit the back of your thighs.

He fingers crawled upwards and slipped under the band of your pants and underwear. Tugging them down, they pooled at your feet. You had no clue why betrayal crawled up your throat. It’s never just simple punishments with them.

Those fingers danced to your exposed slit. He tapped your thighs to spread your legs further. With precision, he went straight for your clit. Swirling the bud, you shuttered at the sparks of pleasure. Over and over he circled it with the pads of his fingers, pulling tiny whines from you. Wetness started to dribbled out. Scooping it up, he brought two digits to your hole. With ease he slipped inside.

Your warm, velvety walls embraced him as he slowly fucked his fingers in. Thrusting, he scissored them to open you up. Shaking, you tried not to slump forward. In and out he went, barely brushing against the spongy spot deep in you. Deeming you stretched enough, just as he was in, he left your clenching pussy.

From behind, he undid his dress pants and pulled his cock from his briefs. Already erect—he couldn’t help himself from seeing your shiny cunt—the tip slapped against his stomach. Spreading his legs, he pulled you closer. Angling your hips, he directed your hole towards the cockhead.

Catching on your pussy, you whimpered as he started to breach inside. His prep was barely enough as he stretched you open. Like you were nothing more than a cock sleeve, Erwin grabbed you and slid you almost to the hilt. Grabbing your leg, he parted it and swung it over his knee. Now forced to sit on his lap fully, the air was punched out as the whole length buried inside you. Hooking his hand over your other leg, he did the same thing. You were completely spread.

Erwin groaned as you clenched, getting used to his cock filling you to the brim. He did not move. You were sat on his dick. Scooting the chair closer to desk therefore swirling his hips, you cried out at the jolt of pleasure. He left enough room where you would have to sit up straight to be able to write.

“You better start writing, princess,” He cooed into your ear.

Already shaking from being so full, you adjusted yourself. You flinched with a moan. His cockhead brushed against your g-spot. Willing yourself, you grabbed the ballpoint pen. Clicking it, you brought the tip to the paper.

I’m sorry for being a bad girl.

About ten lines down, Erwin adjusted himself. Pulling the pen back from the paper as to not leave a randomly streak, you collapsed forward as he rocked inside you for a moment. Panting, you clenched your eyes to regain your bearings. Huffing out through your nose, you fixed your posture. Moaning as his cock moved as you did, you tried to ignore it.

Your shoulders shook as you continued on.

I’m sorry for being a bad girl.

Halfway down the page now, Erwin slipped his hand under your shirt. Going straight for your breast, he cupped it and pinched the puckered nipple. Dropping the pen entirely, you whined as he tugged on the sensitive bud. His other hand dropped down and fiddled with your neglected clit. Barely any pressure, he pressed little patterns into the bundle of nerves. Your head lolled back, resting on his shoulder.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Shaking your head, you forced yourself upwards. He kept going. Blinking away the fuzzy feelings, you gripped the pen with trembling hands. Your hand writing definitely got worse.

I’m sorry for being a bad girl.

Moving to the other breast, Erwin twiddled the nipple between his thumb and pointer. Hunching your back, you willed yourself to ignore him. You were on the last line of the page, so close to half-way down, Erwin bounced his leg. Instinctively, you threw your hand away from the paper and you slumped over. Your hand hit something, but you were paying attention as he continued to shake his leg. You were jostled as he gave mini thrusts as well, fucking into your cunt.

Drooled dribbled out as he hit your g-spot over and over, not leaving your clit alone. Your own slick coated his cock and pants. Moans tumbled out, your orgasm fast approaching.

“Flip the paper over. You’re not done.”

Whining, you forced yourself upwards and did as he said. Blearily, you stared down at the blank side. Your head bobs with each buck of his hips. Slowing down until he stopped, you were able to see better. He kept playing with your clit, but it was now feather light touches, denying you. Bring the pen back to the paper, you needed to finish this fast.

I’m sorry for being a bad girl.

Your thighs trembled simply from the strain over being forced open and his thick cock deep inside. You debated if you could come simply from him filling you. As you grew closer to finishing, you wouldn’t doubt it. He completely stopped playing with your clit and breast, stroking your waist as you almost completed your punishment.

Sweat left your skin dewy. Your hands were slippery causing you to almost mess up the paper multiple times. Being able to focus a little better now, you glanced at the monitor to left of you. You had hit the mouse waking up the screen, illuminating your face. It had opened to the last thing Erwin was looking at. He didn’t seem to notice or care, too engrossed in you.

The page he was on looked to be file explorer, on a specific folder. It had multiple other files not clicked on, but each filed had a name of a person. Trying to be subtle with your curiosity, you noticed your own name amongst the gaggle. Glancing up at the folder name containing all these ones, it was labeled ‘pet pictures’. Your heart dropped.

“Be careful,” Erwin warned.

Turning your focus back on the page, you had began to write pet instead of girl, but you easily fixed it. Biting your lip, you hoped he didn’t think anything of it. Antsy, you were about five lines away from finishing. Jitters crawled through your skin, ready to be done already.

Erwin leaned over so he front brushed against you, he nosed at the exposed skin of your neck above the collar. Kissing you, his hand drifted back to your clit. Clutching onto the pen, you weren’t going to let him distract you. Your penmanship only worsened as he continued to lick and mouth your sensitive neck.

I’m sorry for being a bad girl.

Gripping onto your hip, he pushed you backwards. Sobbing, you dropped down as he used you to rock you against his cock. He had you ride him, his fingers pinching and pulling on your clit.

“You’re so close,” He sighed into your ear, nipping the shell.

Nodding with a whimper, you continued to write.

Im sorry for being a bad girl.

He stopped rocking you to instead bounce you. Every time you touched the pen to the paper, he would bob his leg. Frustration built as you were only three lines away and his bounced weren’t enough to do anything more than tiny sparks of bliss.

“Daddy!” You cried out indignantly.

“Shh, don’t be fussy.”

Whining, you pushed through each jump.

iM sorry for being a bad girl

Im sorry for beIng a bad girl

Your chest heaved as you were on the verge of coming. Clenching around him sporadically, Erwin groaned, close as well. Stopping his legs, he slowed down petting your clit. Breathing out a sigh, you missed the pleasure, but wanted to be done, too.

I’m sorry for being a bad girl.

Tears of relief spilled out. Sobbing, you collapsed on the desk. Your moment was broken as Erwin pulled you back into his embrace so you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You did so well. Don’t cry, it’s over, you’re such a good girl,” He said into your ear with his deep voice like a lullaby.

Despite his words, he stayed buried in you. Still playing with the bud, he went back to his original speed. Twirling and pinching your clit, Erwin brought you back over the edge.

“Keep clenching your little cunt for me,” He groaned.

Not being able to help it, your walls squeezed down on his cock. Keeping himself completely still, he focused purely on bring you over the edge. Tapping your clit, you jumped at the sparks of pain. Rocking yourself against him, a shiver went up your spine as he hit your g-spot over and over. Exhausted and denied too many times, your body finally succumbed. With a keen, you came.

Erwin soon followed as your wetness coated him. His cum splattered against your walls, filling you. You whined at being stuffed. He sagged against the chair, catching his breath. Wrapping himself around you, Erwin rest his chin against the crown of your head.

“Let’s get you washed up and then you’re giving your letter to Levi.”

Your face pinched, perplexed. You would think he would clean you up after, wanting you to stew in your humiliation, his cum spilling out of you as you had walk back to Levi so disheveled. He wasn’t above making you look like a fool. Did he not want Levi seeing you like this?

Pushing the thought away because that sounded so stupid, your eyes went back to the now black monitor. The files wouldn’t leave your mind. Basking in the afterglow, the sinking feeling wouldn’t leave your gut. You needed to know more.

Chapter Text

The damp strands of your hair clung to the back of your neck. True to his word, after Erwin had cleaned you up, he handed you the letter you wrote. Embarrassment hot on your cheeks, you shuffled out from the archway to where Levi sat on the couch. From over the book he was previously reading, he arched a thin brow.

“What’s this?”

Coming further out like a kicked puppy, terrified of his reaction, your knees knocked together as you went to stand before him. Levi sat up straighter to get a good look. Clutched in your trembling fingers was the paper. Begrudgingly, you handed it off.

Curiosity piqued, Levi placed his book on the side table, not caring to bookmark where he left off. More interested in you, he grabbed the letter. Your eyes bounced to the side in shame.

“Look at me,” He barked.

Curling your fingers into fists, you willed yourself to turn your eyes to him. Despite looking down at him, he held all the power. Reaching upwards in a snap, he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you to his level. At an awkward angle, you groaned with a sneer and clutched onto his wrist.

Brushing his nose against yours, he continued to glare, “You’re really think a pathetic letter would be good enough?”

“Not my idea,” You mumbled, words muffled from his grip.

“Is that back talk I’m hearing, dog?”

Squirming, you tried to worm out of his hold, but his cold fingers only dug further into your mandible until you eked out a whimper.

“I don’t care what punishment Erwin gave you for me. You never learn unless I hand your ass back to you.”

Seething, you opened your mouth and tilted your head down to bite down on his index finger. He ripped his hand before you could try. Grappling onto your upper arm, he pulled you between his legs. Not wanting to fall, you caught yourself on the back of the couch. Your torso hung over his right shoulder. Wrapping an arm around your back, Levi immobilized you.

“You just never listen, do you? What made you think it was smart to shove me into that damn closet and then try to bite me, again? Is there nothing between your fucking ears?” Levi grumbled as he gripped your pants.

Clutching onto the hem, he shoved both your pants and underwear down and out of the way. You shivered as your ass was exposed to the cool air of the living room. The same hand grabbed onto one cheek, digging his nails into the plush flesh. You whined as he spread you. His finger brushed against the ring of muscles.

“Stop causing problems for yourself and you wouldn’t be in this position.”

You were going to smack him. Yes, you can openly admit pushing and locking him inside the closet wasn’t smart, but he didn’t have to be so cruel about it. They—well, Erwin—locked you inside so often, they deserved a taste of their own medicine. But, his words were a double entendre. If you weren’t so trusting, you wouldn’t be here. Another pet they kept. Maybe another name to be added to the others in the folders to be left undiscovered.

“Ouch!” You yelped and spun around as best as you can to see Levi dug his fingers deep in your skin.

“Pay attention,” He coldly stated. “You need to learn discipline, we can’t do this forever.”

“I hate you,” You grumbled, no longer afraid of his punishment.

He merely answered with a firm spank. Squeaking, your spine went rigid. Squeezing your thighs together, you mentally prepared for another strike. The air whistled as he landed another slap.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Erwin commanded.

Levi stopped, but planted his hand on your upper thigh, his pinky caressing the inner part. “She needs to be punished.”

He came closer, “I already dealt with her. She learned her lesson. Didn’t you, princess?”

Twisting yourself, you stared at Erwin. Glancing at Levi, he held this unfamiliar hostile expression on his face. He never looked at Erwin like that. He squinted his eyes so briefly, you had to be observing him closely to catch it. As if he was assessing the other man, Levi let go your waist. Grabbing your pants and panties, he lifted them back up.

Patting your bum, he addressed you, “Sit.”

Shivering from the tension in the room, you pulled away from him and started to go to the cushion besides him. He grabbed your elbow to stop you. Tilting your head in confusion, you scowled as he pointed down at the floor. He wanted you to rest by his feet. No better than a dog.

Knowing you barely escaped Levi’s wrath by the skin of your teeth, you sunk down, your shame falling beneath the floorboards. You kneeled right next to his right leg. Levi gently placed his hand on your temple and guided your head to rest against his knee. Erwin came to sit down beside Levi, you in the middle of him.

Reaching over, Erwin patted your head like you would a beloved a pet. The TV flicked on as the tension dissipated. Biting your lip, you could only furrow your brow in contemplation. What is going on with them? Despite Levi’s words, could you really severe their bound easier than you thought? Either way, you were going to turn it in your favor.

~*~

“Bring these upstairs for me.”

With a hum, you turned towards Levi who pointed at the basket of folded clothes on the counter. Back turned from you, he had been ironing multiple of Erwin’s suits. As the days went on, he started to assign you more tasks to do. Most of them were only a room away, but Levi had been strangely slacking your leash.

“By myself?” You couldn’t help but question.

Twisting his torso to face you, he gave you a deadpan look. “Do you want me to hold your hand just to go upstairs?”

You paused, suspicious of him, “No.”

He rolled his eyes. “Good. You got fifteen minutes to put it all away,” Stepping towards you basket in hand, he shoved it into your arms, “If you’re not back by then, you won’t like what I have in mind.”

Rapidly nodding your head, you spun on your heel and raced away from him. Speeding walking down the hall to the right, you passed by Erwin’s office. Jittery butterflies erupted in your stomach. You had been waiting for this moment for days. Those files toiled over and over in your skull. Levi letting you be more independent—whether to spite Erwin or whatever other reason—let the pieces fall for you. You weren’t going to look a gifted horse in the mouth.

Not softening your foot falls, you pattered left to the hall where the stairs were. Basket in hand, you raced up the stairs and quickly dumped it at the doorway of their bedroom. Kicking it so it was hidden from view just in case Levi wanted to check, you closed the door. In your head, you started to count. You had fifteen increments of sixty seconds, that’s it. You had to be quick and slick about this.

Softly as you could, you crept down the stairs. Gluing your shoulder against the wall, you stepped on the corners to avoid any squeaky wood. Holding your breath, you stared as your socked feet as you slithered down until you reached the bottom. Peering around the corner, the coast was clear.

Exhaling out your nose, your teeth clenched together. Going the the end of the hall, your head peaking out from the wall. Subtly as you could, you watched the entrance to the hallway to the laundry room perpendicular from your spot.

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…

Not letting the hallway out of your vision, you tip-toed to Erwin’s office. Trembled fingers reached for the brass door knob. Slowly, you twisted. Wincing from the tiny squeak, you froze. Eyes wide, no sound was made. Chest puffed from holding your breath, you waited for any sign of Levi.

… forty-two, forty-three, forty-four…

Hand behind you, the door pushed open with ease. Opening it a mere crack, you slunk inside. Placing your palm right by the knob, you shut the door as silent as you could. Leaving the door unlatched, you’re not going to take your chances twisting the knob more than needed.

Walking backwards, you stared through the glass panels. You flinched as the desk hit your lower back. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you rounded the desk and sat on his chair. Gripping the mouse, shaking it, the desktop lit up with his opening screen. It had been a picture of all three of you. It had been before you were kidnapped. You remember that day.

Knowing Levi, you had decided to snap a sneaky selfie with him in frame. Erwin saw what you were doing and entered the frame to give a cheeky grin. The last second, Levi caught on to what you were doing and flipped off the camera while still staring at the book he was reading. Before you used to cherish that photo, but now it only left a sour taste on your tongue. A rotten residue of old candy sticking to your teeth.

There was no passcode. You honestly couldn’t be too surprised since Erwin was never the best with technology, frequently having to ask either you or Levi for help.

“What a boomer,” You muttered under your breath.

The same picture greeted you for his home screen. Going straight to business, you went straight for the file explorer. Scrolling down the left side, you searched for the file before. There was nothing that immediately popped up. Going up the search bar, you typed in, ‘pet pictures’.

Nothing came up. Backspacing, upon the bar you wrote your name. Instantly you were hit with dozens upon dozens of results for pictures of your name. Clicking on one to highlight it blue, you then clicked on ‘open file location’. The folder with your name appeared in front of you.

Nausea sat behind your teeth. There were over a hundred photos of you with all of them dated. Hand over mouth, you could stare in horror that they dated back from over two years ago, starting only a week after your nineteenth birthday. Erwin wasn’t lying. They all ranged from you at your college, you walking to your car from work, outside of your old place of employment, and even your old apartment before you lost both.

You gagged as there were then pictures inside the apartment. No, not the one that Erwin helped you get. He captured you a couple times sleeping. Must have deemed risky to break in often. Sick to your stomach, you clicked out of your folder and back on the main file. There you saw ten different files with different names. Morbidly curious, you hit the one right before you. Though, nothing greeted you. There was nothing inside the folders besides a stranger's name.

Confused, you went back to another, the very first folder just for the same thing to appear. Completely barren. Brows furrowed, you minimized the tab and went on his desktop. None of his icons were labeled. Clicking on a random Excel icon, the file name finally appeared, ‘October Expenses.’ At first, you thought it was for the home, but there was nothing about groceries or mortgage. Instead there were columns of different bars. It clicked as one of the names stood out to you. The Walls was a club almost every kid in your college frequented.

“What the fuck,” You whispered to yourself.

Clicking off it, you turned your attention to the taskbar. Already on the taskbar was an icon you have never seen before. Glancing at the door, there was still no sign of Levi. Staring back down, the screen reflecting in your pupils, you double tapped.

A website popped up with cartoonish cats and dogs dancing across the screen. In obnoxious lettering it said Adopt your dream pet today! The cursor dragged as you went for the tab of pets in their current foster system.

Did Erwin found out I wanted a cat somehow? You questioned in your head. Nothing was making sense.

The tabs were split up by dogs and cats. Oddly, only male cats and female dogs were being sold. There were pictures of different animals that looked like stock images. The pictures shown of the pets were of very specific breeds and only the same few types repeated over and over. Some were tagged with feral or domesticated. From the first few pages, a handful were claimed to be rehomed. The more jarring were the ones who had red lettering stating they were to be brought back to the shelter.

None of this felt right. Your hands started to sweat as cold shivers raced throughout your body. Scrolling to the bottom, you hit on the very last page of the roster.

There, at the very end the name Marie glared at you. Under the photo of the dog, the description read, ‘domesticated, rehomed, brought back to the shelter’. Rapidly, you clicked back onto the file explorer where the other names sat.

At the very beginning was the name Marie.

Confirming your suspicions, you went for the next name, Ophelia. Back on the website, you went to the search bar and not too far from Marie was Ophelia who was also ‘brought back to the shelter’. You did this for the third name, Ludwig, but nothing came up. Damning yourself, you searched your name, but just like Ludwig, you were not in the system.

Biting on your thumb nail, you contemplated for a moment. If Erwin didn’t have anything else on the other pets on his computer, did he keep anything physical? Tilting your head down, you stared at the drawers at his desk. Knowing you were already wasting time, you exited out of the website and deleted the history of the past seven minutes. Fuck, you were so fucked.

Only three minutes to spare, you crouched down by the drawers and tested them. The first one opened, but inside was only a strange black box with a padlock. Not useful, you shut the drawer. The middle one did not open. Going for the top, it wiggled out. There were no files, but your question was answered. Erwin’s copy of the key to your crate and the others door, sat amongst random pencils and fancy fountain pens. Pushing it to the back of the drawer, you will remember this for later.

To the right side, you tried the bottom the drawer that was slightly ajar. Glancing at the clock, you only had two minutes left. Gritting your teeth, as gently as you could, the drawer slid towards you. Manila folders upon manila folders stared back. At the very front were basic things of mortgage payments and even Erwin and Levi’s name written on the tiny flaps. Leafing through them until you hit the back, another name from the computer was written on the tab.

Pulling it out, you placed the folder upon the other ones and flipped it open. The hairs on your arm stood up. A rush of uncanny valley gripped you. Despite the different name, the picture of the girl in here with all her important documents looked exactly like you. The same hair texture, eye color, complexion, height, weight. Everything. In the document was an ‘adoption’ certificate. Something he had to have made himself since she wasn’t in the database. Here you could see, she was adopted a month after he first saw you.

Panicking, you went back into the drawer to grab more documents. Flipping through few more, Erwin had four pets after first seeing you in that damn restaurant that were identical to you. Besides some minor things, it was like your reflection staring back at you. All of them were labeled as brought back to the shelter. Among the list of faux adoption jargon, were medical records. Every file in the same typed font said each pet has been chipped. Yours was oddly left blank.

From months ago, it came rushing back. Before the hospital, Levi left because a pet had run away, but they were chipped so they could easily be traced. Horror slipped on your face. You were given some sort of birth control but you just assumed it was an IUD. Frantically, you pulled back the sleeve of your shirt and searched your upper arm. How the fuck did you miss it. There, on the inner side of your bicep, a tiny scar from an implant was etched into the flesh.

Wracking your hands down your face, the dots connected. There was no way it was just the birth control in your arm. The doctor was shady as shit and would have easily done either of their bidding. Ready to pass out, you shoved the sleeve back down.

Hastily, you stuffed all the folders back inside, in the correct order. You were not going to get caught. You exited out of the file explorer and forced the computer into sleep mode so Levi wouldn’t see the light illuminating from the supposedly barren room.

Swallowing the vomit clawing at the back of your throat, quietly you shut the drawers and tucked the chair back in. You didn’t catch all of their names, but all the previous pets, their faces and identities swirled in your head. Slithering back out into the hall, you tried so hard to focus. Still Levi did not emerge from the corridor.

Hooking the corner, as fast as possible you crawled up the stairs. With shaky hands, the knob twisted and unlatched. Silent, you opened and shut the door. Going inside, you scooped up the basket and went into the walk-in closet. Drawers flew open as you shoved the clothes into the rightful spots. Only about four minutes to spare, you had to be as discrete as possible. Trying to be neat, socks and undergarments were tucked in first. The shirts and pants were next. By size it was easy to decide whose clothes went where.

At the bottom of the pile were a couple of Erwin’s belts. Glancing around the room, you looked up to see a bucket where his were placed inside. Standing on your tip-toes, you fingers barely brushed the shelf. Huffing with arms on your hips, how to get it down spun in your head. Ready to jump and try it that way, a knock had a yelp pierce the quiet room.

Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, was Levi. No words came from his down-turned mouth.

Scrambling, you pointed at the shelf, “I- I can’t reach.”

Silent, he kicked of the frame and advanced. Disjointed excuses tumbled out as you stumbled backwards. Clutching your wrist, he twisted it behind your back. You grunted from the twinge in your shoulder. His foot dug into the back of your knee, your body collapsing down to a kneel. Following you down, he clutched your head and forced it into the carpeted floor.

“Ouch!”

“Quiet.”

In this position you were puppeteered to be face down, ass up. Letting go of your head, Levi went straight for your pants. Tugging them down, panties and all, you were exposed to him. No explanation, his fingerpads papped against your clit. Whining, you squirmed away from the stimulation.

He tugged your arm up further to sit between your shoulder blades. You winced.

“Quit bitching. Maybe you should have gone faster.”

“I tried,” You pouted, playing the part. You knew you didn’t leave yourself enough time, but he didn’t have to.

He clicked his tongue at that. Deeming enough wetness was pulled from you, he scooped some up and thrusted two fingers in. Curling them, he brushed right against the spongy spot deep in you. Shivering, your hips instinctively followed.

No regard to be gentle, he jackhammered his digits deep inside. His forearm muscles flexed with each piston. Your body jostled as tiny pants tumbled from your mouth. He ignored your clit that begged to be touched, too. You were already a mess.

“You’re fucking filthy,” He grunted out as your slick dribbled down onto his knuckles.

Despite having such nimble fingers, they were still longer and bigger than yours. He reached spots you couldn’t with your own. Squelching rung throughout the air as he kept going. Your thighs shook from being filled, but it wasn’t enough. At this point, whether you wanted it or not, you have grown accustomed to being split open by either of their cocks. Your body craved more.

Sensing what you needed, Levi added another finger. Three digits deep, he scissored them, stretching you wider. A moan ripped from your chest. Biting your lip to silence yourself, you clenched your eyes as you took it. Levi tightened his grip on your wrist as your thighs shook.

Slowing down just a tad, his pinky joined the rest. A sting mixed with the pleasure as he tested your limits. Four fingers were too much.

“I can’t,” You begged.

“You can take it.”

Fucking further in, he stopped right above his knuckles. Shiny, glossy strings coated his hand and some of his wrist. Levi kept his gaze on your hole sucking him in. Slack-jawed, the unmuffled noises poured from you. Your g-spot was thoroughly abused. Canting your hips, you followed his rhythm.

In and out, in and out he went until he came to a staggering stop. Breathing heavily, you whined out, still wanting more. As if it killed him to do, Levi slipped his fingers out of your pussy.

“Look at you, slobbering for more.”

“S-shut up.”

He slid in one finger and petted against the spongy spot. You cried and wiggled your butt.

“No? Pup doesn’t want it?”

Even with your body screaming for him to continue, you looked over your shoulder and shook your head. You didn’t want it. You never wanted it, but Levi fucked with your brain in ways that convinced you it’s all you ever needed. He was your end and beginning. Your antithesis.

“I don’t care.” His voice was so devoid of any sympathy.

Tucking his thumb with his other fingers to make a cone-shape, he breached all five digits in. Spine tensing under his grip, shock hit your system. With the taper, he eased into your cunt. Your hole caught on the notch that was his knuckles.

Your mouth fell open as he worked himself out and in. Levi was a liar. He said he could care less, but so gently he fucked his hand into your fragile cunt. He wanted you to get as much pleasure from this as he did. Testing the elasticity of your pussy, he pushed past his knuckles. Sucking him in, he got to the joint of his thumb.

Drooling sat in a pool on the carpet. Tears poured from your eyes, the sting turned into a subtle burning. Pulling back just to punch right back in, a tiny squirt of thin liquid shoot from you. Taking that as an invitation, Levi went back to full speed. Bullying his hand into you, he fucked you like it was his cock. Your free hand clawed at the wool fibers.

“Please, please! More, I need-” You cried, needing him to play with your clit. You were so close.

“You’re fine.”

You shook your head, not believing him. Tilting the angle, he went right back to petting the spongy wall. Sporadically, your cunt fluttered, but the muscles barely moved. His hand stretched you further than you have before in your poor pussy. Brain melting, your toes curled as you reached your end.

Your clit pulsed. Digging your forehead into the floor, you came with a keen. Levi worked you through it. Pace never stopping. One last push and your cunt sucked him in up to his wrist. Letting go off your wrist, he splayed his hand across your back. Rubbing the skin, he soothed you. Using that as his anchor, Levi pulled his arm back.

Whining, the hand deep in you slid out. Your walls clenched, not wanting it to leave. Hushing you, he worked more and more out until his finger were completely gone with a squelch. Tired, your body began to collapse.

Levi quickly grabbed your waist and propped you back up. “I’m not done.”

Too exhausted to argue, your shaking thighs kept your body up. Grabbing something from the side of him, something cold and hard caught on your gaping, twitching hole. With zero resistance, Levi shoved a toy inside to replace his hand. It was larger than both his and Erwin’s dicks, maybe girthier than his hand.

Filled to the brim again, you cried from the stretch. Instead of his hot hand, something cool sat deep in you. Pushing it in to the hilt, you clenched around it, filled to the brim. Levi grabbed your panties and pants that pooled at your knees and pulled them back up. Tapping your filled cunt, he wrapped his arm around your waist. Forcing you upwards, you collapsed backwards into his chest.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, he made sure you were looking, “You are going to wear this for the rest of the day.”

You squirmed, hating the feeling, “It’s uncomfortable.”

“You’ve handled worse. Stop being a brat, we have more to do.”

For some reason, the slight appraisal had your stomach flutter with butterflies. Staring into his hard, grey eyes, for a moment you almost forgot. You were done playing games. Savoring his warmth, your mind flashed each face of those before you. Levi was not kind and you were not special. Until you could gather everything together, you will be dog, his pet. Give up to the illusion. So you listened and got up like a good puppy does.

~*~

The rest of the day, you sat in discomfort. It was a challenge to keep to toy inside you while standing, the only thing keeping it from falling out being your panties. As the arousal dropped down, having something thick and heavy inside you only made you ache. Sitting only shoved it further up, bumping right against your cervix. Your lips wobbled as you tried to eat and remain unsuspecting.

You weren’t doing too good at it. After dinner, Erwin had you sit in lap per usual. This time you were perched so your back rested against his chest. Periodically, he would bounce his thigh. The toy jostled deep in you. Try as you may, you couldn’t help the tiny yelps you gave with each hiccup. Clutching your waist, as if to control himself, Erwin otherwise remained neutral.

Bed time was your only release. Levi wouldn’t possibly leave it in over night, it wasn’t safe to. Shuffling your way up the stairs, something in the air was off. Erwin let you walk on your own with great difficulty. Each step had the toy rub against your walls in odd ways, it slipping as you went further up. Gritting your teeth, you followed Levi. At the bedroom once more, you went to the bathroom with him to continue the routine.

Erwin split ways to go to the closet. Both you and Levi stood in silence as he handed you your toothbrush. You blinked at him in awe. He nodded his chin up to instruct you to do the task. Suspicion heavy on your face, you obeyed. It had been months since you brushed your own teeth. Giddy with your tiny bit of autonomy, you stared as Levi began to brush his own, too. It felt almost… domestic.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror, those four faces so, so close to yours appeared in the reflection. Spitting out the foam, you broke the tension. Flipping the faucet on, both the foam and the want went right down the drain.

Erwin bulldozed his way inside, the door creaking as he opened it further. Already dressed for bed, he handed you and Levi your own sets of pajamas.

“Brushed your own teeth, Princess?” Erwin asked you, but kept his gaze on Levi.

The other man grabbed your brush, it clicked against the plastic holder, “Is that a problem?”

Shrinking back, you observed the two men.

“No, not at all.” Erwin responded, bending over and giving a kiss to the crown of your head. He then walked out.

Petty, Levi used his foot and kicked the door shut behind the lumbering man. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up.

“Fucking shitty eyebrows,” He grumbled under his breath, muttering something about jealousy as well.

Like a dog hearing the word ‘treat’, you mentally perked up. So Levi could sense it as well. Schooling your expression, you made no fuss as Levi undressed you. Grabbing your hips, he tugged you to sit up on the counter. Tapping your knees, Levi had you spread your legs. Staring off to the side, you winced as his cool fingers clutched the backing of the toy. A whine peeked in your chest. He dragged the toy out. The head left with a pop.

Pussy clenching around nothing, you almost wanted to be filled again. Though the relief was more satisfying. Running the toy under the water, Levi thoroughly cleaned it.

Snapping his fingers with a free hands, he pointed at your clothes. “Get dressed.”

Slipping off the counter, you agreed. Grabbing the shirt, you pulled it over your head. In your pile, you noticed the only garment left was a pair of undies with dancing teddy bears. Your heart sunk. Swiping them, with as much dignity as you could, you slipped them on. Erwin purposely left out any pants.

Toy dried and put away in a drawer on the right hand side of the sink, Levi turned towards you. If he noticed your state, he didn’t say anything. Taking off his own shirt, he lifted a brow as you stood there.

“Are you going to stand there and gawk?”

Blinking, you rapidly shook your head and robotically left the bathroom. Your mind spun. Levi never left you alone until he was done. He had never essentially kicked you out before. You weren’t offended, just thrown off.

Dazed, you looked at Erwin who had already gotten comfortable.

Hearing the door click shut, he raised his head and gave you a smile, “Ready for bed time?”

Not responding, you went to Levi’s side of the bed and crawled over to the middle. Slipping under the covers, you tried to give some sort of barrier. Sinking down, you snuggled into the comforter.

Erwin chortled, “Sleepy?”

Knowing you had to acknowledge him, you tilted your head upwards and gave a soft, “Yeah.”

Placing his book down on the bed side table, he gave you his full attention. Petting your head, Erwin lulled you into a false sense of security. He adjusted himself on his side, almost hovering over you. His leg brushed yours under the blanket. His hand traveled from your head down to the middle of your back. The warm palm encompassed you and pushed you further into him.

Shuffling further, Erwin brushed his nose against yours. He tilted his head, lips almost touching.

“Try and stay awake for Daddy,” He spoke against your lips.

Not leaving you any room to respond, he kissed you. All consuming would be what you describe it as. Unlike Levi, he did not ease into with soft pecks. He wrapped his lips around yours, guiding you to his pace. His hand drifted down to brush against your ass. Going for your thigh, he grabbed it and hooked it around his hips. Drifting back down, through the thin fabric, Erwin swirled your clit.

Whining into the kiss, you pushed against his chest. Squishing you further into him, your hands were trapped between your bodies. Immobile, you panted as he went up to prod against your stretched hole. Through the panties, his fingers could only go in barely to the first knuckle. You pulled back from the kiss, the fabric rubbed against the raw skin. You were already swore.

Erwin went back for more, breathless. Turning your head to the side, you avoided his lips. He didn’t let it deter him as he mouthed against your cheek, traveling down to the free space of your neck.

“Are you feeling shy?”

Curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, you gasped out a moan. Reaching down inside your panties, his fingers went back to your clit. Twiddling the bud, he didn’t let up. Your back hunched forward, forehead planted on his clavicle.

Erwin’s erection sat right against your stomach. You wanted to cry. His filthy fingers slipped back to your hole, easily slipping inside, testing the give. You wanted him out, after everything he had done to you and those poor other girls who had the misfortune of resembling your appearance. You were all doomed from the start.

Levi emerged from the bathroom, in awe of the spectacle in front of him. Erwin was three fingers deep in your cunt.

“Now?”

“Now,” Erwin sighed out over your head.

Another weight had the bed dip. Erwin slipped his fingers out from you. Whining at the whiplash of being empty so quickly, you shivered as he departed from you. Getting up, Erwin grabbed the blanket and folded it so it sat at the bottom of the bed.

Kneeling on the mattress, Levi was already bare of his shirt. Going for his pajama pants, he pulled the drawstring loose. Shuffling them off, before you was him in all his glory. His cock was half hard, pre-cum drooling from the tip. Grabbing you, he pulled you closer. His hands went under your shirt and exposed your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples puckered.

Wasting no time, Levi hooked his fingers under your panties. Both free of your clothes, he sank backwards until his back rested against the propped up pillows. Hand on your wrist, he guided you to straddle him. Sitting on his stomach, his cock sat right against your ass.

Hooking a finger through the loop of your collar, he dragged you closer. “Don’t make this difficult.”

Stunned, you agreed, “Okay.”

Hands on your hips, he forced you upwards. Grabbing the hilt of his full erect cock (he couldn’t deny how your obedience made him hard), he brought the head to your drooling cunt. From the stimulation and being fucked open earlier today, he went in with ease. Your body trembled from being filled. His cock always hit the right parts, stretching you open pleasantly.

Sinking down, your hips mushed into his. Clutching onto the bone, he didn’t let you move. Even hovering above him, Levi had all the control. Hand on your collar, you were bound.

Lifting his head up, he whispered into your ear, “Remember what I said.”

Confused, you turned your head to him. As you opened your mouth, Erwin’s weight sunk the bed behind you. Kneeling over Levi’s legs, he hovered over you both. Hand splaying against your back, Erwin pushed you further down until you were chest to chest with Levi. You whined as his cock somehow went deeper.

Levi wrapped a hand around the back of your neck keeping you nuzzled into the juncture of his shoulder. Erwin’s fingers danced down to your ass. Brushing against the ring of muscles, you prepared yourself for the breach. Yet, nothing happened. He went further down.

Along side Levi’s cock, he pushed one finger inside. Wincing, you cried out. It didn’t hurt, just shocking. Testing your limits, he instantly thrusted another along side it. Your hands gripped the sheets, dread heavy in your throat.

Erwin went for a third, but Levi stopped him. “Slow down, shit for brains, you’re going to break her.”

Ready for sheepish response he usually gave when scolded by Levi, your blood turned to ice as he snapped, “I got it.”

Levi’s nails dug into the skin off your nape, some of it saved from his scathing grip by the collar. Restraining himself, he replied, “At least grab some lube.”

Pulling out of you, Erwin went over to the side table and grabbed said bottle. Slamming it closed with more force than needed, you jumped at the bang. You can deal with them fighting, but not with Levi’s dick deep in you. You were too vulnerable and you were terrified where Erwin’s ire will be redirected.

Popping the cap, he poured the liquid over his fingers. Three digits greeted your occupied cunt. Bullying his way inside, the air left your lungs.

“Ah!” Your back arched.

Too many stimulants hit as your brain couldn’t decipher if it hurt more than the pleasure. Levi grunted with you as your cunt clenched down on him and Erwin brushed against his cock. Slowly fucking into you, Erwin prepared you for what he’s been waiting for. Scissoring his fingers, wetness gushed out.

“I think she’s ready.”

“Well—fuck—then fucking hurry up,” Levi seethed through clenched teeth. He usually had great stamina, but you were testing his limits.

Squirting the gel into his palm, Erwin wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a couple loose pumps. Coating himself, he brought the head to your entrance. Your shoulders tense.

You tried to spring up, Levi wouldn’t let you. “Wait! Daddy- wait, please don’t.”

Clutching onto your waist, Erwin rubbed the skin to sooth you. “Shhh, Daddy knows what he’s doing.”

Trembling, you cried into Levi’s shoulder. The head caught against the rim of your hole. Above Levi’s cock, he worked himself to join him. Biting Levi’s deltoid, you muffled your scream. Bullying in, Erwin’s spongy cockhead popped into your already stuffed cunt. Pouring more lube, it dribbled down coating your thighs and Levi’s balls.

Sobs wracked through your body at the burn. Overstuffed, your eyes rolled back. Bulldozing his way into your fluttering walls, Erwin got half way. Stopping, he pulled out to just the tip before slamming the rest of the way in. You gasped as the air was punched out of you.

“Shit! E-erwin, be careful,” Levi grunted out, tone wavering.

Gripping you so hard it bruised, Erwin was faring no better. Just as breathless, he replied, “She’s so tight.”

“No shit, we’re stuffing her past the limit.”

Erwin laughed at that, “Yeah. Are you ready?”

Grunting in response, Levi grappled onto your hips and planted his feet. In tandem they both buck into you. Crying out, all the air left you. They both bumped against your cervix, but being so stuffed, Levi had no choice but curve his cock into your g-spot.

The bed creaked with each thrust. You were never left empty. Each time Levi pulled, Erwin pushed. Their cocks glided against each other, your wetness leaving you all more sloppy. Wet paps resonated as Erwin’s hips clapped against your ass. Levi’s pelvic bone brushed against your clit, hips smooshed together.

Collapsing forward, Erwin’s chest rubbed against your back. You were completely and utterly surrounded by them. Sitting further up on the pillows, Levi was more eye level with Erwin. Your moans only encouraged them both.

Leaning down, Erwin mouthed at your neck, nipping the flesh.

“Daddy, daddy, Levi,” Their names were muddled in your palette, mere babbles.

From over your shoulder, Erwin didn’t break eye contact with Levi. Not backing down, Levi glared back. Noses brushing, the shorter man tilted his head in invitation. Swooping down further, squishing you, Erwin locked lips with him. Moaning into each other mouths, you tilted your head to watch. Fucking into you harder, you were the vessel for the power play.

“She f-feels so good,” Erwin groaned.

“Tight, she’s fucking tight,” Levi moaned in agreement.

Going back for more, Erwin kissed Levi again. Slick clicking was loud in your ears as they fought each other for dominance. Taking a hand off your hip, Levi reached down and grabbed a fistful of Erwin’s ass. This only prompted him to fuck into you harder. He was fighting a losing battle. He was close.

Consumed by his greed, Erwin went for Levi throat to gain back control. Swiftly, Levi bit the other man’s lip so hard it bled. Erwin moaned deep, tasting the blood. Pulling back from Levi, he went back to you. Sucking hickies into your shoulder, Erwin gave two more pumps. Shoving his cock as far as he could go, he filled you with his cum.

Lazily, he didn’t let up. His cum sloshed inside you, some of it frothing at both their bases. Crying and hiccuping, you could only drool as you were thoroughly used. Wracking his fingers through your hair, Levi forced your head up to glare into your bleary eyes.

“I’m not done with you until you come first.”

You merely keened in response. At this point, you couldn’t remember if you had already come or not. Nothing made sense, the world spun. Reaching between your body, Levi pressed into your clit with his thumb.

“Is this what you need? Pet can’t finish unless her little clit played with?”

“Uh huh,” You dumbly whined out.

Pulling your head to the other side, Levi bit down on your neck, leaving his own mark. Shuttering, you came with a hiccup, tongue thick in your mouth. Bucking up into you, Levi met his end as well. Painting your fluttering walls with his hot spill, you were stuffed to the brim.

Leaning back against the pillowed, Levi’s chest rapidly rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. Erwin pulled his softened cock from your abused hole. More cum poured from you as he unplugged the dam. Lifting you up and off his cock, Levi had you rest your cunt above it. Exhausted, you curled into his chest.

Erwin stayed behind you, staring in fascination as your hole clenched and unclenched, slowly going back to its normal size. He leaned down and kissed the small of your back. Everything ached.

“You did so well, princess. What a good girl you are for us.”

Tears spilled from your eyes, but you refused to sob. Levi clutched onto your nape, scruffing you like you would a kitten. His only form of comfort.

Their praise meant nothing. This was your wake up call. Carrying the stories of all the pets before you, you were going to get out of this damn house.

Chapter Text

Flurries of snowflakes floated outside the living room window. Sitting on your feet, you had your arms perched on the window sill, your chin rested upon the bundle. Silently, your eyes traced each ivory particle falling, collecting on the ground. Overnight, snow had covered everything with at least a couple inches. It collected on trees, burying Levi’s beat up truck.

“What are you doing, brat?”

Still staring outside, you simply shrugged. Your gaze flickered to his reflection in the glass, but ultimately, you didn’t acknowledge him beyond that.

He was silent for a moment, contemplating. Click his tongue as if bargaining with himself, he spoke, “Do you want to see the snow better?”

That got you to peer over your shoulder, curious to know more. Reaching down to grab above your elbow, he helped you up. It had been three days and you were still having trouble walking. Your hips were sore and sitting worsened the ache. Having pity on you, Erwin would have you sit on an ice pack a couple hours each day to ease the pain.

Still clutched on, Levi guided you through the house. At your unused bedroom, he took a right. Down the hall you haven’t explored yet, to the right of your bedroom was an unopened door. Similar to Erwin’s office, it had glass paneling. Flipping the deadbolt, you were able to see the room better. What greeted you was a enclosed patio. Squinting your eyes, sunlight poured in and bounced off the glistening snow.

Letting you go, he had you pick where to sit. Besides the ceiling, the room was basically a giant window. It was closest you have gotten to being outside in weeks. Going to the couch that sat right by the glass paneling, you rested upon the cushions and went back to staring. Adjusting yourself, the pressure on your pussy hurt. You couldn’t even muster up the strength to be mad that you have been here for so long and you were just shown this room. How many more secrets were in this home?

Resting your cheek on your palm, you wistful remembered being a child. You always loved winter. Outside, the world was what you made of it. Even without your siblings to play with, you didn’t let it deffer you. Away from your parents who didn’t care what you did as long as you were inside before dark, for once you understood peace. Sometimes you would lay on the cold ground, take off your gloves and clutch your fingers into the icy plushness until it burned. Anything to remind yourself you were here, you were alive. And how you craved that now.

Turning towards Levi would had been already staring, you mumbled, “Can I play in the snow?”

He thought for a moment, those grey irises merging so well with white glow. They looked almost clear.

“Until I’m done shoveling the walkway.”

The excitement must have shown on your face. Levi’s face almost softened, like he was worried you were finally broken. Beckoning you, he walked out of the room and waited until you were out. Flicking the lock back, Levi continued on. Going to the mudroom, he pulled at the closet door. You stood awkwardly as he rummaged around.

Coming back out, he had a puffy pink jacket with matching snow pants. Stuffing them in your hands, he huffed, “Put those on.”

Not wanting to argue, you placed the jacket on the side table beside you. The same table that held the flashlight. Did Erwin ever tell Levi about what you did or was that still a secret he held over your head? After everything, would you trying to signal SOS to the neighbors even matter anymore? Especially with what you had planned.

Stepping into the pants, you watched Levi like a hawk. Back turned from you, you dropped the facade. In the days after they forced both of themselves inside, stretching you to the point you bled a little, you had time to think. Erwin banned you from moving and Levi happily obliged, shocked upon seeing the water turn pink in the shower. So sitting there stewing in your anger, in your hate, you finally relaxed. Oddly, this was the first time you were so calm after everything.

Watching the days go by, the plan had been set. A whole list sat in your mind. To finally be free, you couldn’t be rash and act on impulse. You knew yourself well, you had a tendency to be fueled by your emotions. Every action you made, you didn’t think, you just did. Time and time again, you only screwed yourself. You were smart, you knew this, but you needed to start acting like it.

A month. You were giving yourself a month to execute this. It would be enough time to lower their guard. Levi had already been giving you more responsibilities, now you just needed to be trusted enough to be alone in the kitchen. You had it all laid out. To make a serious attempt, first off you needed something sharp enough to cut the implant out of your arm. Then you needed something to knock both Levi and Erwin out—preferably his sleeping medication. You didn’t have the confidence to brute force it. Then something to tie them up, you had no clue how long the medication would last, and you needed to give yourself as much leeway as you could. Lastly, you needed to make sure the scissors were still under the couch. You wouldn’t make it far with the collar around your throat.

If possible, you wanted to find either of their keys to their cars. You weren’t banking on it, so you kept in mind you would most likely have to go on foot. That led you here, seeing Levi come back out with snow boots, gloves, a scarf and a hat clutched in his arms.

“Why isn’t your jacket on?”

You shrugged, looking down like you were prepared to be scolded.

Sighing, he dropped the boots that clamored onto the hardwood floor. On top of the jacket, he dumped everything besides the gloves.

“Hands.”

You obeyed. Gently, he slipped one glove and then the next like he would those damned mittens. Grabbing the scarf he wrapped it around your throat, covering the collar. With one finger, he pulled down the fabric to reveal the bondage. Locking eyes with you, he scowled.

“You’re going to be smart, right?”

Mumbling with a nod, you responded, “Yeah.”

Levi’s face pinched, “I want full sentences.”

Setting your jaw, you looked away and then back to him, “I’m not going to run away.”

“Good.” Swiping the hat, he shoved it over your head.

Sick of him dressing you, you went for the jacket yourself. Letting you be, he stepped back and went to find his own gear. Fumbling a little, you were able to catch the zipper on its track and a with a swoosh! zipped it to the top. Bending down, you went to slip on your boots, but admittedly, you were too poofy. You felt like a marshmallow with all the layers and you couldn’t see over everything.

Wincing at the pants digging into the raw skin of your slit, you huffed.

“Having trouble?”

Giving up, you stood straight up and faced him with puffed out cheeks, blown out from the embarrassment.

Annoyed, you directed the anger at him, “You did it on purpose.”

Sauntering over to you, he prowled over with intention. Instinctively, you backed up until your hip hit the edge of the table.

“What? You think I purposely put you in a compromised position so you would need to ask for help?”

Leaning back, you nodded your head.

Quickly, he grabbed your lower face, “What did I say about full sentences?”

“I do,” You said it like it was the truth. “I do think you like me reliant.”

“I wouldn’t do cheap tricks to get you to rely on me. If I want you to ask for my help, I prefer you do it because you want to. I’m not Erwin.”

Staring at him, your eyes bounced over his face for any lies. You don’t trust him, you never will again, but Levi never said anything he didn’t mean. Admitting defeat, you slumped and muttered, “Okay.”

Clicking his tongue, he stepped back and kneeled on one knee. “Give me your foot.”

Grabbing the table behind you for stability, you raised your right foot. Taking the boot, he slipped it on. He placed the boot on his knee and laced it up tightly, but not enough to hurt. Tapping your calf, he asked for your other foot. Listening, you stepped the other one down and gave him your leg. He repeated the process.

Shifting his weight, Levi sat back up with ease. Turning towards the door, he flipped all the locks. Pushing the door open, he was unaffected by the cold. You shivered at the breeze hitting your face.

“Have fun. I won’t be too far behind.”

You stared at him for a moment, confused why he was letting you go first.

He scowled, “Fucking go, you’re letting all the warm air out.”

Rolling your eyes at how he sounded like such an old man, you rushed out before he said anything about your silent attitude. You were smacked in the face by the icy flurry of snowflakes. Carefully, you stepped down the steps and onto the front yard of the house. The snow wasn’t deep but it was enough to play with. With glee, you ran towards were you knew there was grass. Spinning on your heel, you plopped down onto your back.

You stared up at the blue sky and traced the wispy clouds. The slamming of the front door had you lift your head, Levi stood at the front steps, watching you. No cause for concern, you laid back down and enjoyed the plushness beneath you. Distantly, the snow crunched under Levi’s footsteps.

Like a child, you splayed out your arms and legs, moving them side to side. Sluggishly, the snow dragged away from the area. Getting up, you gently crawled away to see the perfect snow angel. Satisfied with yourself, you moved on to a different place. Grabbing a pile of snow, you tested the density. It was sticky enough to mold.

A smile broke out on your face. Rolling the white powder into a ball, you kneeled on the ground and grabbed more. Now at a decent size, placing the ball on the ground, you rolled and rolled until it was good enough base. Behind you, the scraping of the shovel against the concrete pierced the still air. Ignoring Levi, you went back to building your snowman.

So in your own head, you let yourself be happy. Wiping the snot dribbling from your nose, you blinked at the flakes collecting on your lashes. In no time, you had finished your build. Turning your focus to Levi he was almost done his task. You didn’t want to go inside just yet.

Smirking, you were sure to dig your own grave, but you didn’t care. Scooping up a cluster, you patted it in your hands until it was a perfect circle. Levi’s snow gear was more tactical looking compared yours. He didn’t have any snow pants just a thick pair of jeans, along with a long coat, scarf, gloves and ear muffs. No hat. Perfect.

Arching your hand back, you threw the snowball, right at his head. The grin on your face morphed into an agape expression as he ducked the last second. He whipped around to you and glowered.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your lips wobbled. Levi paused as you looked on the verge of tears, and then…

You laughed.

A giggled broke out until it turned into full blown laughter. Clutching your stomach, you fell over as you cackled and cackled. Tears spilled out as you couldn’t help it. Maybe you had finally gone insane. It felt like ages until the laughter simmered to a couple loose chuckles. Your chest hiccuped as you stared back up at the sky.

The snow crinkled under Levi’s feet as he approached you. Standing over your form, he crossed his arms as you turned your head to look at him, a tiny smile still on your face. You were nearly glowing.

“Did you have your fun?”

Nodding, you responded, “Am I in trouble?”

Rolling his eyes, he kicked up some snow. Smirking, he watched as you grimaced and spat out the snow that got in your face. Reaching out a hand, he waited for you. Sitting up, you grabbed it and let him haul you up to your feet. The walkway was finished.

“Can’t I stay outside just a little bit longer?”

He shook his head, “Come on, brat.”

Knowing its best not to argue, you gave a small “okay,” and followed him back inside. For this plan to work, you couldn’t be too argumentative. Fooling Levi would be hard, but fooling yourself would be harder. For a moment you gotten lost in your need for normalcy. In that second, you were your old self and Levi was someone you could play around with.

Though as the front door was shut and locked, and Levi shed you over your clothes, you were reminded: This place was no home. Try as you may, you can’t go back to how things were, the past was tainted by nostalgia.

That night, Levi set up the bathtub for you to warm you up and let you clean yourself. Splashing the water in the tub, outside the bathroom, the faint sound of Levi and Erwin reached your ears. Moving yourself closer to the door, you closed your eyes to focus. In their bedroom, they spoke in hushed words.

“I don’t like this.”

“I’m not saying to let her completely loose, Erwin, just give some leeway.”

Erwin paused, unsure how to respond.

“She didn’t try to run away, once,” Levi bargained.

“Fine,” Erwin sighed, “Do as you wish.”

Slipping further into the bubbles, you hid your smile. It worked.

Chapter Text

“Go pick out your clothes,” Levi grunted out, distracted.

He had been fiddling with the shower head in the upstairs bathroom, something about the pressure being off Erwin had told Levi. Being the ever handy man he was, he hopped right on it.

“Huh?” You asked, behind him, watching.

Peering over his shoulder, he glared, “I don’t like repeating myself, pet. Go down stairs, grab your clothes and come immediately back up here.”

You tilt your head in confusion, “Okay…” Spinning on your heel, you mosied out of the room.

“Don’t try anything, I will be timing you,” Levi shouted out after you.

Knowing he still wanted verbal responses, you peeked out from the door frame and sarcastically replied, “Yessir.”

A muttered, “brat,” greeted your ears as you raced away. He did not give chase. You had been testing your limits of how much slack he will give and how much lip he will take. A giddy anticipation sat in your stomach. You were antsy, jittery. This month will drag on, but you couldn’t get impatient.

Letting your feet thunder down the steps, you weren’t being obviously sneaky. You let Levi know exactly where you were. He had unknowingly ticked a check mark off your list. Cracking your—the bedroom door, you went straight for the closet. Still ajar, the array of leashes and leather were still hung up. Among the fray sat baby pink and purple ropes. An indulgent grin graced your lips. How poetic it would be to bind them with the very sickening colors they cinched you with.

Something to tie them up while you ran? Check.

Grabbing a long sleeve hanging up, the hanger clacked against the others. Leaving the door as is, you went to the drawers and picked the least offending pants and underwear. All bundled up in your arms, you raced out the room and back to Levi.

~*~

Bored, hand rested against your palm, you stared at Levi from the island in the kitchen. He had given you no instructions as he walked into the room to start making lunch.

Once again testing the waters, you asked, “Can I help?”

Levi stopped what he was doing. Facing you, he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. He contemplated you for a second. You blinked back.

“What are you doing?”

You shrugged, “Nothing?”

“You have been twitchy all day.”

Fuck , you thought, He noticed.

Looking down, you played with your fingers, “I want to go back outside.” Tugging on his very minute heart strings, you played the pity card.

He raised a brow, “And?”

“I thought maybe if I helped, I could play in the snow again.”

“I’ll think about it,” He beckoned you over like you would a dog, “Come and help then. If you complain, I will happily gag your shitty mouth.”

With a pep in your step, you hopped off the counter and joined him. Saying nothing, you waited for his command. Pointing at the food off to the side of him, he instructed you to cut up the vegetables. Warily, you grabbed the knife laid by the handle. It felt like a trick. From the corner of your eye, you observed Levi, waiting for him to spring on you.

Ignoring you, he honed into what he was doing. Suspicious, you started to cut up the greens. They broke apart with a crunch! crunch! crunch! under the blade. Sneakily, you swiped one of the pieces and plopped it into your mouth. Going for another, Levi popped you on the hand.

“Ow!”

“Be patient.”

Grumbling, you rubbed the hand from your hand and went back to what you were doing. Levi went to the stove and turned on the burner. A pot of broth sat upon the flame. The air was domestic. It was nauseating. You hated playing house, being the good pet, a lap dog. Every fiber in your body begged to plunge the knife deep into muscles of Levi’s strong back. Clutching the handle harder, you whisked way the want—dare you say, the need. In due time, you will never have to do this anymore.

You wondered if any of the pets—the people—trapped here fought. How many were stubborn and bull-headed like you? Or did they already have the fight raped out of them? Was Miche the one ‘break them in’ as he did you? Did any dare try to stab Levi, or Erwin? The thoughts swirled. Besides minor hiccups, they thought of everything. They knew exactly how to keep a human detained. It must have been through trial and error. No one just knows how to be serial kidnappers.

Both you and Levi’s heads snapped towards the front door opening and slamming shut. Dropping the knife, you heard as who you could only assume was Erwin toe off his shoes. His lumbering foot steps carried over until he rounded the corner. With a strained smile, he looked at Levi and then you.

“You two having fun?”

Not sure how to respond, you glanced at Levi for guidance. Erwin’s jaw ticked.

“Hardly,” Levi answered, dryly. “Why are you home?”

He walked further in, his form taking up the whole room. “Thought I would surprise you both and come home early. Plus it’s better to grade in the comfort of my own home with my princess here.”

Walking up to you, he clutched your cheeks between his palms. Smiling so, so coldly, he dug into the meat until your lips puckered. You whined a little, but otherwise made no fuss as you stared up at him.

“You don’t need her, do you, Levi?” Erwin phrase it as a question, but it fell more like a statement.

Levi clicked his tongue and waved you two off.

Letting go of your face, he clamped a hand on your upper arm and tugged you out of the kitchen. Scared, you did your best to look frontward. There was a lingering hostility in Erwin’s movements. Like he caught you and Levi doing something you weren’t supposed to.

Pushing his office door open, he pulled you to sit on the chair behind his desk. Placing his briefcase down, Erwin glanced at you.

“Stay put.”

Leaving you no room to argue, he walked right out with no further words. You blinked. What the actual fuck?

Nosy, you went to fiddle with said briefcase, but Erwin entered once more. He had a hand behind his back. Slipping further into the seat, you watched him, likened to a hunted animal.

Coming to stand over you, he reached a hand out and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. You shivered.

“I need you to do something for Daddy.”

“Like what?” Confusion apparent on your face.

Smiling, he pointed at your furrowed brow, “You’re going to keep Daddy warm.”

“How?”

“Open your mouth,” Erwin held your jaw. The thumb on your lip breached inside.

Reluctant, but with no other choice, you let your mouth fall open. From behind him, Erwin revealed a ring gag. Your heart fell to your gut, the acid eroded at the fatty muscle.

Slipping the metal between your teeth, you mouth was forced into a perfect O. Leaning over, he threaded the belt through the loop and secured it to the back of your head. Looking at you with such pleasure, you glared back.

Tilting your head up, he kissed at the corner of your lips. “It’s not a punishment, my princess just can’t be trusted with her teeth.”

Drool already caked in your palette. Keening high in your throat, you let Erwin know of your displeasure. Kissing you again, he lifted you off the chair. Guiding you down, he had you kneel before him, sinking down to your knees like he was your god.

“Scoot back under the desk for me, sweetheart.”

Resistance was futile. Gathering up your dignity, you shuffled backwards under your feet hit the backing. Sitting down on his chair, he rolled closer, entrapping you. His thick calves bracketed your shoulders. Going to his belt, he pulled the leather through the loop, letting it hang loose. With a zip! he undid his dress pants. Shuffling both the pants and his underwear down, his cock sprung free from its confines.

Half hard, he pumped his own length until he was fully erect. Pre-cum pearled at the tip. Cradling your jaw, Erwin pulled himself closer. With his other hand, he held himself at the hilt. Guiding the head to your agape lips, he slipped inside. The tip sat on your tongue, the saltiness of his cum polluted the orifice.

He pushed your head down further until you gagged. Half of his cock sat heavy on your tongue.

“Shh, breathe through your nose. There you go,” He cooed.

Listening, you exhaled as he thrust further inside, hitting the back of your throat. You whined as you clenched your eyes. Digging your nails into your thighs, you gagged again. Above you, Erwin groaned, your throat tightening around him.

Petting your hair, he convinced you to relax. Your throat opened up more and let in the rest of his cock. Your nose brushed against his pelvis bone. You gagged again, but it was softer now, not as violent. Hand deep in your strands, he massaged the back of your head. Focusing on his fingers, you tried to forget how hot his cock sat on your tongue.

Leaning back in his chair, Erwin stared. Fluttering your eyes open, you peered up at him, hoping you hid your contempt well. His cheeks were flushed. Covering his mouth with his hand, he groaned at your visage. Wracking a palm down his face, he steel willed himself to get to work.

Time passed slowly as he basically ignored you besides the hand ever present in your hair. His hips jumped every time you couldn’t help but swallow, the drool collecting in your mouth. At this point, you didn’t know why you tried to stop it from dripping out. A spot on his pants were dark with your spit. Your lips hugged the base.

So bored, a wave of sleepiness hit you. Having something in your mouth was oddly… pacifying. Subconsciously, you suckled down on him. His fingernails bit into your scalp.

Peering down, he saw your droopy eyes. “Look at you. You’re so beautiful like this. If only I could see you like this every day.”

He whispered a soft, “fuck,” and tilted his head back at the imagery. His throat on full display. Erwin continued with tiny thrusts, “Maybe I should bring you- you to work. Hide you under my desk to be my personal little toy. It sure would help with long days. Daddy’s little girl on her knees.”

He got lost in the fantasy. He could lie and say you were his new TA, that’s why you followed him around like a lost puppy. Just a good little student waiting on her professor’s command. Bucking upwards, he moaned. He liked that thought a little too much. Bring you to work, being his teacher’s pet so he can fuck you dumb and pliant.

You whined as he hit your gag reflex over and over, your stomach turned. Scared to vomit, you pet your tongue with each thrust. As best as you could with the metal ring behind your teeth, you suctioned around his cock. Groaning, Erwin fucked your face faster with no regard.

Clutching onto his pant legs, tears streamed down your face. Coughing a tiny bit, you begged for him to finish quicker. Forcing your head back down to the base once more, he came deep in your throat. You swallowed around his cock, the cum sticky in your mouth.

Pulling you off of him, breathless, Erwin rolled his chair backwards. Hooking his hands under your arms, he cajoled you out from under the desk. Slipping you onto his laps, his still erect cock stood between you two. Rapidly, he undid the gag and threw it onto his desk, it clattering against the wood.

Chest heaving, he shoved his hands down your pants and panties and shuffled them off your legs.

“You did so well.”

Not done with you yet, he reached for your bare pussy. Slipping his fingers to your hole, he collect the small bit of wetness. Bring it up, he swirled your clit.

“I’m sorry, baby, but Daddy needs to be inside you.”

Pulling away from your pussy, he grabbed your hips. Hovering your hole over his cock, he slammed you down. Your breath catch in your chest as you gasped from the stretch. Immediately getting over the shock, you pushed against his pecs and whined.

“It hurts!”

He hushed you, “You’ll be okay.”

His thumb reached for your clit and circled it over and over. Your thighs shook as gravity had you sinking down until the hilt. You cried out as he hit right against the spongy spot deep in your cunt.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, mortified by the raunchy moan.

“Don’t hide.” Erwin tugged your hand away and held it down on your thigh. Hand still clutching onto your hip, he controlled the movements. You rocked against his cock.

“It’s embarrassing,” You whimpered, breathless as he started to bounce you.

“You don’t- fuck- don’t ever have to feel embarrassed with me,” He leaned over and kissed your parted mouth.

You looked away, shy and humiliated. Levi could easily hear you and it made you want to crawl up into a ball and die. “But Le-”

Your breath was restricted in your windpipe by a heavy hand. Flinching back, you gaped at Erwin. All movement paused. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, clutching.

He sneered right in your face, “Why do you care?”

“H-huh?” You stared at him dumbly. You keened as he bucked into you hard.

“You’re mine. Mine to use as I please. You’re afraid he’ll hear? Why?” His haunting blue eyes bobbled with delirium. The grip on your throat had your lips tingle.

You stared back in fear.

He babbled on, “Do you prefer Levi? Is that it?”

Shaking your head, you followed his rhythm. Wrapping your arms around him, you bobbed yourself on his cock. His hand let go. You moaned and whined in his ear, “No no, d-daddy’s my favorite. It’s just- I’m-”

Wrapping an arm around you, he cradled you further. Swirling your clit, he wiped the tears falling down.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re just shy, like you said. Daddy’s little prince just wants only Daddy to hear, hmm?”

You nodded with a soft, “uh huh.” Hugging him, you laid your head on his shoulder and let him fuck into your pliant cunt. Gripping his shirt, you stared into the room, petrified.

~*~

The sticky cum stuck to the back of your teeth. Smacking your lips, you winced at the aftertaste on the back of your tongue. Sitting at the kitchen table, you stared at your hands in shame. Every time you shifted in your seat, the cum fucked into you sloshed in your panties, dribbling out your pussy. Once Erwin had his fill, he tucked your panties back over to hold his cum inside you. He had patted your cunt and sent you off.

You refused to look at Levi, feeling dirty and scared of Erwin’s reaction. There was a deafening silent spread across the kitchen table. Reluctantly you ate your food with tiny bites, merely to get rid of the taste in your mouth.

Erwin broke the silence, “I have a surprise for you.”

You didn’t say anything, playing around with the food on your plate.

“Brat,” Levi called.

Peering up from under your lashes, you acknowledged Erwin, “A surprise?”

His bright blues gleamed, “You’re going to love it.”

Getting up, he grabbed his and your unfinished plate. Putting them in the sink, he giddily went to the mudroom. He emerged back out with a pine tree, gripped in his hand.

He beckoned you over into the living room. Going to the forest green tree stand by the corner in the room by the TV, he placed the stump inside. Holding it in place, Erwin beamed at you.

“I know it’s a little late since it’s already early December, but I’m sure you still wanted to decorate the Christmas tree. Considering it’s your first Christmas with us and all. You used to love Christmas.”

You furrowed your brow at the information thrown at you. “It’s December?”

Oh. Was it really already Christmas time? Yeah there’s snow on the ground, but it wasn’t uncommon for it snow during November if the winter was going to be exceptionally bad. Had that much time truly past? It has been at minimum six months since you were trapped here. Half a year of your life had been taken from you.

Erwin blew off your question like it was nothing. Crouching down, he started to adjust to the screws to keep the tree in place.

“Levi’s going to grab the box with all the decorations. Why don’t you put on some Christmas classics?” His voice was muffled and bit strained from laying on his stomach.

Like a soldier given a command, you grabbed the remote and flickered through the channels until you reached one that had Christmas songs on repeat. Soft, melodic music filled with nostalgia filled the room. Sitting on the couch, you stared as Levi came up to Erwin and placed the green bin right next to him.

Cracking open the lid, Levi reached for the Christmas lights, ready to string them around and around. Your chest hurt. You haven’t done a tree in ages. Barely thinking, you went in the bin and grabbed a random ornament. Huh, it was a tiny teddy bear your brother got you one year. They must of scavenged it from your old apartment.

From anyone looking in, it would look like a quaint family celebrating the holidays. Erwin decided to put up the star at the tippity top while Levi put on different bulbs. The reds, blues and greens of the twinkling lights shone in your eyes. A sense of longing gripped your throat like Erwin did only hours ago.

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Over the past week, you could admit you had gotten too comfortable. The leash had slackened enough that Levi wouldn’t even look over his shoulder, just leave you be. Though when you crossed the imaginary line, he would yank until you gagged. There’s no gentle reminder, only the crushing push and pull of reading his mind.

So here you were again, testing your limits. Levi had wandered somewhere else in the house. Hunger rippled through your stomach. He let you make your food yesterday with him roaming around the living room, so today wouldn’t any different, right?

Inconspicuous, you got up from your spot on the couch. What harm could there be in grabbing a light snack, and possibly checking the drawers, too? Kill two birds with one stone. Walking over, your socked feet pattered against the hardwood floor. Reaching for the cabinet with all the snacks, you opened it and browsed. Subtly, you reached under you to the drawer you knew contained the silverware. Levi didn’t trust you quite yet to leave anything sharp or pointy in your vicinity. Smart move on his part.

The lock was loose and the drawer opened a mere inch. Hot breath brushing against your nape startled you.

“What are you doing?” Levi drawled.

Your shoulders jumped to your ears. Dropping your hold on the handle, you turned your head slightly to glance at Levi. A blank expression present on his visage.

“Getting- um, getting a snack?” Your voice lilted upwards, the statement sounding more like a question.

Reaching around you, Levi opened the drawer as far as your body allowed. Slipping his hand inside, he rummaged around. Purely focused on his dead stare, nothing else in the world mattered. Wracking his hand through your hair, he yanked it backwards until your head hit his shoulder.

Glinting, cold metal brushed against the fragile skin of your throat. Gulping, you went crossed eyed attempting to catch a glimpse of the blade. Backing you further into the counter, Levi flushed his hips to yours. You were completely crowded. The edge of the marble dug into your pelvic bone.

He hummed in response, not quite believing you.

Pressing the blade in deeper, you flinched at it testing the bandwidth of your thin flesh.

“Then why was this drawer open?”

Your eyes scattered across the kitchen, searching for a believable excuse. “I- I-”

“I- I-” Levi mocked, “You’re a shitty liar.”

Tears bubbled up in your waterline, “I can’t think, y-you’re scaring me.”

“You don’t need to think to tell me the truth.”

You whimpered, “Levi.”

“Being pitiful will do you no favors,” He seethed into your ear like the snake tempting Eve.

Despite his words, he unfurled his fingers from your hair and reached to splay his hand over your stomach. Pushing further into his crotch, his bulge rubbed against you. Slipping down, his digits played with the elastic band of your pants.

What can he say, he loved you like this. Grabbing the hem, he tugged down the barriers keeping you from him. The silken fabric dropped down in a pool at your feet. Using his foot, he kicked your ankles, directed you to spread your legs further. The knife stayed glue at your neck.

Swiftly, he hooked an arm around your waist, his hand sneaking down to your pussy. Spreading your folds, he used his middle two fingers to swirl your clit. Whimpering, your hips canted into the sudden pleasure.

Twiddling the bundle of nerves, he pushed you further into the counter. Completely surrounded by his form, the only thing you could do was fall into him. A soft moan left your lips as he found his way to your hole. Breaching inside, your walls hugged his slender, deft digits. Pistoning in and out, your thighs shook. You winced as the blade cut in a tiny sliver.

“You’re lucky I’m even giving you this,” Levi grunted.

“I didn’t do anything,” You tried to plead, knowing damn well what you were doing.

Levi slapped your clit with all four fingers. You yelped at the sharp pop against your pussy. Firmly papping against the bud, tiny moans tumbled out. Gathering some of your wetness, Levi wedged his hand between your ass and his crotch. Brushing against the ring of muscles, he pushed one finger in your ass.

“Should I fuck your ass, hmm? Maybe teach you a lesson about being a filthy liar?”

You went to shake your head, but the knife stopped you.

Levi clicked his tongue, but surprisingly listened. Grabbing your waist, he hitched your hips upwards, your pussy on display. Undoing his pants, Levi’s cock fell from its confines. Slapping against your ass, he dragged the head from the cleft down to your awaiting cunt. Clutching onto the counter, you braced yourself.

His head popped into your pussy. Keening, your walls stretched to accommodate his cock. Bullying his way inside, he left you no room to get used to him. Fucking himself as deep as he could, his pelvic bone papped against your bum. Grabbing your hair once more, he kept your head still.

Knife to your throat, the cool metal pressed into the warming flesh. His hold was steady, not a single cut was made because he didn’t want it. Your hands scrambled out as he set a brutal pace. Clutching onto the cabinet, you accidentally clawed at some of the boxes, causing them to fall over.

Levi clutched on to you further, watching you fall apart before his eyes. Pressing his nose against your cheek, he breathed in your desperation. He knew you were up to something. You were doing so well and he couldn’t let you ruin the progress. Bucking his hips more, something caught in the corner of his eye.

With a furrowed brow, he stared into the open cabinet. A rhythmic, green flashing light peeked out amongst the cartoonish style snack boxes. Pulling his face from you, he tilted his head, confusion. Then anger swelled inside.

A whine hitched in your throat as Levi stopped, his cock buried deep. “Levi, please.”

Slapping a hand over your mouth, you were stunned as Levi seethed, “Shut the fuck up.”

The blade dug into your skin, a trickle of blood spilled down, catching on the collar. Fucking into you more aggressively, you could only pathetically whimper. Angling his hips, he bucked right into your g-spot, both of his hands too preoccupied to play with your throbbing clit.

Pumping into you, Levi stayed eerily silent. Your heart raced as he used you like you were a mere doll. In a couple of thrust, Levi came deep in you and you soon followed. Though, you didn’t feel satisfied. That thought alone disturbed you.

The knife clattered on the counter. Pulling away from you, Levi tucked himself back into his pants. Bending down, he tugged your pants and panties back over your hips. The air was off.

Turning around, you stood between his legs. A dark expression casted over his face. The need to pacify him washed over you, “I was just grabbing a spoon. I wanted cereal.”

“Go sit at the island.”

Blinking, you slipped away and sat down like he instructed. Rustling was heard as Levi reached into the cabinet. Pushing away the boxes and bags, he grabbed something from further inside. Pulling his arm out, a white device sat in his hand. A baby monitor. A fucking baby monitor that had been on the whole time.

Flipping the knob off, Levi dropped it on ground. With a firm stomp, the baby monitor shattered.

Scared and confused, you called out, “Levi?”

“I’ll handle it.” His perturbed expression didn’t give you much confidence.

“Didn’t you kno-”

“I said I’ll handle it.”

~*~

You winced at the disinfectant. The small wound stung as Levi brushed the thick paste over it. Leaning against the counter, you stared at him. The rest of the day you were condemned to the living room. Doing a sweep throughout the home, you could only assume he was looking for other baby monitors. He made no indication whether he found more or not.

The moon had risen and Erwin was still at the college, or at least you hoped. Were there other pets he tormented in the clubs or was he more of a diplomat? Enticing those with the money to spend on flesh and sex? With the files, it just toiled in your mind how involved they were. Did they just work for the operation or the leaders? You tried to banish the questions.

“Ouch,” You hissed.

“Stop being such a baby,” Levi muttered, thumbing the bandaid over your throat.

“I thought you guys like me being a baby.” The quip fell out before you could hold your own damn tongue.

His eyes snapped to yours. “Want to try that again?”

Indignant and thoroughly scolded, your jaw clicked to the side as you mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

“Whatever, brat,” He clicked his tongue. “Go get cleaned up, you got ten minutes max. If you’re not done, I’m dragging your ass out whether you’re done or not.”

You raised a brow at that, knowing he was bluffing. He would rather keel over than let you be filthy in his eyes. Deciding you have given enough lip for today, you nodded your head in agreement. Got to keep the line of fiery and obedient to go under the radar.

He grabbed your jaw, “I really hate repeating myself, you little shit.”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, you stared back until it clicked. “Oh, yes, I understand. Only ten minutes.”

Levi backed up, “Good.”

Stepping back, he walked away from you. Out he went from the bathroom, leaving you to your own devices. Staring at the door for a moment, you waited for his shadow leave from the crack under the door. Going to the shower, you grabbed your cleanser. Setting up the counter, you grabbed a face cloth and your moisturizer from the bucket set up just for you.

Glancing up at your reflection, you were faced with your withered visage. Exhaustion clung to your dark under eyes. Your skin never looked better as they were strict with your physical hygiene, but you knew, you looked just as dead. Glaring at the bandaid, hatred burned in your throat.

The cabinet had been left unlocked. Flipping it open, the strawberry toothpaste mocked. Swiping it, you slammed it down besides your toothbrush. Flicking your eyes through the other items, there were various bottles. At the middle shelf by the left was just what you needed.

Peering over your shoulder, you listened in for Levi. Looking down, you saw no shadow haunting the line of light streaming in from the bedroom. Turning around, you gently grabbed the orange medication bottle. The pills rattled together.

Twisting the cap, it popped open. Tapping the pills out in your cupped palm, you started to count. There were about seventeen pills left. Dumping them back in, you calculated you were going to have to leave faster than you thought. You needed at least three to knock them both out and there had been enough pills for Levi to not catch on.

Capping the bottle, you placed it back right where it was before. Greeted with your reflection again, you pretended to smile. The end was around the bend, and yet your hands trembled.

~*~

Blinking awake, you squirmed away from the oppressive heat against your back. Like always, you ran away from Erwin’s embrace, stumbling your way into Levi’s. Bumping your head into Levi’s clavicle, he grunted. His eyes became sleepy slits, a disgruntled expression plastered on.

“What?” He grumbled.

“Too warm,” You mumbled back, not fully awake.

He merely grunted again. Turning over he settled further into the bed sheets. Flopping on your back you stared up at the ceiling. In the darkness, the room was smaller, like it was closing in. Tilting your head to your left, you watched Erwin. He was sound asleep on his side, his arm outstretched forward, waiting to entrap you. Smother you. You have never felt so smothered in your life.

A moment, all you need was a moment. Time to breathe and gain back your bearings before you did something stupid. Slowly, you leaned up until you were upright. Reaching behind you, you fingers searched for the lock to the leash. All you met was the barren tether. Fiddling with the latch, you unhooked it with ease.

Shuffling further up the bed, you slipped your legs out from under the blanket. Leaning forward, collapsing on your hands, you crawled towards the end of the mattress. The bed creaked from your shifting weight. You stopped. Looking over your shoulder, you watched Levi. He stayed asleep.

Sighing, you kept going. Knees hitting the bench, you leaned on your hands and swung your legs out from under you. Standing up, blearily you headed towards the bedroom door. As quiet as a mouse, the knob twisted in your hand without a peep. Opening it just a crack, you slipped your body through. You left it slightly ajar to avoid the trouble when you came back up.

Without Erwin’s warmth, your body shivered. Hugging yourself, you stumbled out the hall and down the stairs. Hands clutching the railing, the steps creaked beneath you. You weren’t trying to be stealthy.

Making your way into the living room, the warm, twinkling lights of the Christmas tree welcomed you as you rounded the corner. Beckoned like a moth to the flame, you stepped into its glow. The soft reds, blues and greens cascaded across your face. Sitting down before the tree, you wrapped your arms around your knees and just stared.

In the silence, nothing mattered. In this millisecond, you were a kid again. Your cousins and you gathered around a small, plastic Christmas tree, giggling through sleepy murmurs. Tiny, golden bulbs sparkled under the dim lights, reflecting in your brother's eyes as he laughed. Here, the only worries were when Santa would arrive. And the adults in the other rooms, for a second too were kids. Anticipating, savoring this moment that would never happen again.

Leaning your head against your knees, you smiled. A tear slipped down the bridge of your nose. You haven’t talked to your cousins in ages, maybe after all this you could see them. Reconnect and form bonds, you have learned your lesson about self isolation. Sniffling, you sobbed out a grin. Fuck Christmas.

“Princess? What are you doing out here?”

Erwin’s voice pulled you from your stupor. Wiping away your tears, you lifted your head to look at him. His face showed no signs of anger.

“I was warm,” You shrugged.

He stared for a moment, analogizing, “I see.”

Frankly, too tired to try and understand his mind games, you went back to ogling at the lights. After Erwin had strangled you, you had subconsciously been avoiding him. You weren’t stupid enough to crawl to Levi, simply try your best to depart from both of them.

“Let’s get you off the floor.” He started towards you.

“But I like it here,” You countered. Smothering, smothering, all he did was smother.

“Y/n,” He firmly said, stepping closer.

Terrified and angry, you flinched back. “Can’t you just let me have this!”

He stopped. Stunned, he blinked at you. He hovered, only fueling the stuffiness weighing on your chest.

“You won’t let me have anything. All I’m asking to sit on the floor so I can look at the damn Christmas lights, Erwin.”

His eye twitched, “That’s strike three.”

You visibly deflated. Why did you even try? Picking at the loose thread on your pants, you waited to be dragged off. All your progress of showing you can be trusted washed down the drain because you can’t keep your mouth shut. Your nails dug into your skin. Why can’t you do anything right?

Sighing, Erwin dropped down to get on your level. Grabbing your wrist, he unfurled your fingers from your stinging shin. “Stop that.”

Tears boiling up in your eyes, you stared at him. Him, devoid of his slicked back hair and smothering suits, he was disgustingly human.

“I’m tired,” You begged.

Erwin crow’s feet crinkled as he smiled, “Want to go back to bed?”

You shook your head with a pinched expression, “I’m tired.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’re not stupid, you’re the smartest man I know. I can’t go on like this. Give me something, anything, please.”

“I would give you the whole world, you know this,” Erwin knowingly avoided what you begged for.

Shifting on your knees to kneel before him, you clasped onto his forearms and pleaded, “I’m not asking to be let go, just treat me like an adult, I am begging. You said it yourself I wouldn’t like what you seeing me as an adult would entail. You already crossed that line, so keep your promise.”

He slipped one arm free and cradled your face, swiping away a stray tear. Smothering, smothering, smothering. “Do I not treat you as an adult, already?”

“Levi might, but not you.”

Fuck. Fuck . Why did you say that? The second the words tumbled out, you wished you sucked them back up. Erwin stared with such contempt. The air became stale and a stifling cold. Cool sweat dripped down your back as you could only watch in horror as he chewed on your words.

There was no tick in his jaw or a wrinkle between his brows. A blank slate of unforgiving marble bored into you.

“So I was right. You do favor Levi,” He shifted his thumb and clutched onto your cheeks in a bruising grip.

“You’re hurting me!”

“What I do is nothing compared to him. He has you fooled if you think he will ever love you more than me.”

You tried to shake your head. This wasn’t about love, it never was.

“No? You don’t think Levi loves you more than me?”

Sniffling, you spoke around his grip, “You love me more.”

“You’re mine, understood? From the very beginning you were built to be mine.”

Shaking, you nodded your head.

He dropped his grip. Using his pointer finger under your chin, he didn’t allow you to break eye contact. “Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, D-Daddy,” You trembled, not from the fear, but the ire.

“Such a good girl, Daddy’s good little girl.”

Pulling you into an embrace, he squeezed you tight. Smothering, smothering, smothering.

Chapter Text

Grunting, you let your head loll forward, forehead smacking against the hardwood floor. Broom in hand, for past couple of minutes you had been pretending to sweep under the couch. Levi had gone off somewhere in the kitchen, leaving you to your own devices. Told to keep up with your chores, you used it as an excuse.

Dragging the broom under, you stuck your whole arm to feel around the dustcover. It had been months since you stuck the child safe scissors inside the cambric fabric. Summer felt like an eternity ago. The you from before was so different from the you now. But you had past you to thank for thinking of sneaking the scissors.

Cursing through your labor breath, your fingers danced around. Dragging a little further left, you smiled.

Aha! There it was.

“What are you doing?”

Slipping your hand out, you pushed yourself upwards to face Levi. You pointed at the broom sticking out beneath the couch. “I can’t reach.”

Levi promptly rolled his eyes. Leaning down, he grabbed the couch with one hand and lifted it up. A shiver went up your spine from his sheer strength. Grabbing the broom, you swiftly swept up all the imaginary dirt. Staring at the dustcover, you could only hope the scissors didn’t shift further down.

Three out of four items were checked off the list.

~*~

You were antsy. Levi had said nothing about the baby monitors since he found them. It had been merely two days, but the minutes were years. A heavy tension sunk between the two men and you could only watch. Life carried on, just more silently.

Something was bound to give.

On the look out for anything sharp you could use to cut the implant out, you floated around the home. The stupid part of you wanted to try the drawers again, but decided against it. Levi would only be lenient once. You knew he knew you were lying, but chose to ignore it for whatever reason. Best not to look a gifted horse in the mouth and all that.

Giving up, you flopped onto the bed and huffed out. Rolling your head to the side, you contemplated if there was anything of use in Erwin’s office. A letter opener would be too dull and a pair of real scissors wouldn’t do much either beside making the collar situation easier to slice through. Knives were completely off the table. Essentially, you were screwed.

“Stop moping, it’s annoying,” Levi called from the other side of the bed.

Shifting your gaze to him, you sighed out louder. Rummaging through the side drawer for no particular reason, he abandoned it to glare at you.

“Feeling bratty?”

You shook your head, “No, feeling bored.”

Advancing towards you, he kneeled on the bed. “Mouthy shits get more chores.”

Not wanting to play his game, you turned back towards the window. Coming closer, Levi straddled your hips and planted his whole weight on your pelvis. Groaning, you wiggled at the oppressive mass on top of you. You pushed against his stomach and kicked out your legs.

“You’re heavy!”

“You’re fine,” He drawled.

Grabbing your arms, he pulled them upwards until they sat above your head. Gathering up the fragile wrists, he held them with one hand. His hair curtained around his face. Swallowed by him, you couldn’t move. Sneaking his hands up your shirt, he gripped your right breast.

You squirmed as he tweaked your nipple between his knuckles. Glancing above your head, Levi shifts his legs so one laid between your parted thighs. Trailing his hand to your waist, he held you down.

“What are you doing?” You hiccuped, confused. Unless it was to punish you, Levi never touched you unprompted.

Remaining silent, Levi moved his knee to be planted against your clothed pussy. Grabbing your hip, he had you grind against his thigh. With tented brows, you whined as he followed the movements. Pressing into you deeper, the moan tumbled out without you meaning to.

His focus bounced upwards once more. Going back to you just as quick, Levi’s face was blank with a slight glare. Drifting towards your breast again, he kneaded the flesh. Whining, you squirmed away from his touch.

“Levi,” A whimper came out.

A glimmer twinkled in Levi’s eyes as he bored down at you.

Thunderous stomps rained up the stairs. Flinching, you stared at Levi in shock. Completely bypassing the bedroom room, a door further down the hall slammed with a bam!

Pausing, Levi lifted himself upwards with a heavy eye roll. Slinking away from your prone form, he swiftly got off the bed. No words were exchanged as he walked away from you and out the bedroom. Blinking, you sat up, using your arms behind you to bare all your weight.

Down the hall where hushed, angry voices and then silence. A moment later Erwin stormed inside. The bedroom door smacked against the wall as he was casted in the celestial glow of the overhanging, artificial lights. Likened to an angel, he was your savior, your forebringer of righteousness. He would destroy you just as he would absolve you.

Jaw set, he made his way further. Terrified, you scrambled up the bed. Erwin sneered with a nasty scowl.

“Come here, you insolent brat,” A growl hung in his tone. Clutching onto your ankle, he tugged you towards him.

Yelping, you tried to grapple onto the flimsy bedding, but it was futile. Shoving you until your legs bracketed his, he grabbed onto your forearm. Fingers digging into the flesh, you pushed against his bruising grip.

Shaking you, he pulled you in further as he bent down. “You don’t run away from me.”

“What did I even do?” You nearly bellowed.

“Don’t act dumb, its unbecoming.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. The cold muscle slithered down until it splashed into the acid as sweat beaded on your back. Did he find out about your plan? Vomit built in your throat. Oh God, was it because of the baby monitors? Did he hear you sneaking around?

“I- I’m not acting dumb-”

Your head whipped to the side. Mouth agape, you cradled your aching cheek. Trembles overtook your body as you stared at Erwin’s still raised hand.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. You and Levi are conspiring.”

“Wh- what?”

Hauling your upwards, Erwin’s hand was a shackle. You stumbled after him as he herded you down the hall. He kept going until he hit the door of the parlor room. Memories of before overtook you. Abandoning all survival instincts, you clawed at his hand to let you go. You didn’t want to go back there. He was going to hurt you. Please no, he was going to hurt you, again.

Before you could babble out pleas, he shoved you inside. Rounding the corner, just as before, Levi sat in his designated chair. An air of aloofness floating around him. Bored, he watched as Erwin brought you to the couch.

Hovering over you, Erwin commanded, “Strip.”

Reeling from the whiplash, you turned to Levi for clarity. A whine pinched out. Erwin clutched onto your mandible and brought your attention back to him. “Only look at me. You’re mine, not his.”

Knowing he was past the point of no return, you nodded with bobbling irises. He let go of you and crossed his arms. Gulping down the urge to seek out Levi again, you stared at Erwin’s chest. Shaking hands bunched up the hem of your shirt. Lifting it over your head, you shivered at the coolness. Your nipples perked up. Thumbing the hemline of your pants, you shoved them down. Stepping out of the pool of fabric, you stood there.

“All of it.”

You closed your eyes to reign yourself in. Biting your lip, you slipped your fingers through your panties and let them fall as well. Erwin let the clothes stay on the floor. Levi’s hand flexed.

Sitting on the couch, Erwin sat in the center, facing Levi. He patted his thighs, “Lay down.”

Too scared to question him, you let yourself fall into your head. Like a robot, you jerkily draped yourself over his thighs. Gripping your waist, Erwin manhandled you into position. Your ass perched up. Resting your head to the side, you stared at Levi’s hands.

Erwin brushed his palm over your exposed ass. Your shoulder blades tensed. The faint musk of the basement entered your nostrils. Clenching your eyes, you willed it away. This won’t be like last time. It won’t be. There’s an end in sight. Just bare through it. Blood burst in your mouth from your punctured lip. Bare through it.

You cried at the hot palm smacking firmly against your sit spot.

“I’m talking to you,” Erwin barked.

“I’m sorry!”

He hit you again. “How many?”

“How many what?” You babbled out.

“The amount of spankings you get. Should it be for every time you two lied to me, or you sweetly calling his name? Maybe I should just strike you until you learn you’re mine and he’ll never save you.”

“I don't understand what you're talking about,” You tried to look over your shoulder. A yelp cut your own words off. He hit on the globe of your ass.

“Lying will get you nowhere.”

“I’m not ly- Ah!”

In quick succession, he slapped you three times. Squirming around, you reached behind you to protect the burning flesh. Gripping your wrist with ease, Erwin slammed it down at the small of your back. With a taut mouth, he spanked you over and over. Tears streamed down, your feet kicked out from the pain.

“Doesn’t she fall apart so beautifully when in pain?” Erwin addressed Levi, taunting him. “I can see why you torment her so. Making her think she’s yours to toy with.”

Levi said nothing, merely staring with an unamused expression.

Erwin’s fingers slipped down to your parted legs. Petting against your slit, he gathered some of wetness sticking to your folds. “You really are a glutton for punishment. Is that why you favor Levi? Is Daddy not mean enough?” He sneered.

Pushing his fingers instead, Erwin started an unforgiving pace. Crying out, your free hand scrambled out on the couch. Your body jostled with each thrust.

He babbled on, “She’s mine to do with as I wish. My pet to hold, fuck and keep.”

Squelching mixed with your moans as he went harder. Curling his fingers upwards, he hit right against the spongy spot. Zero expression, Levi gazed at your form. Erwin scowled at him, but he paid him no mind.

Fucking deep in you, a need to prove himself surged in his gut. Not once slowing down, he scissored his fingers to stretch you further. Your hips hitched up to follow the rhythm. Tingles spread all over your body unwillingly. Digging your nails into the velvet of the couch, you came all over Erwin’s hand.

You slumped down. Your heaving chest rested against the cushions. As a marionette on strings, the ever puppeteer, Erwin tugged you upwards. Changing positions, he had you sit on his lap, facing him. Cradling your head to his shoulder, with the limited space, he undid his zipper. Shuffling his pants and boxers down, his cock popped out and slapped against his stomach.

Hand on your hip, he held your fluttering pussy over his cock. Abandoning his softness, Erwin pushed his cockhead inside. Gravity his friend, you had no choice but take him all at once. Your breath caught in your throat from the stretch. Wrapping his arms around you, he dropped you down to the hilt. Crying out, you couldn’t even push against his chest, just have your arms glued down.

Palming the back of your head, he kept you down as he bucked into your pliant body. Those icy blues glowered deep into Levi. Resting his cheek on his fist, Levi let Erwin play his games. Nosing the slope of your neck, Erwin peered over. Neither broke the contact.

Placing a kiss on your neck, Erwin caught how Levi’s brow twitched. Grabbing your hair, he tilted your head to the side. Dragging his blunt teeth against the fragile skin, you shivered, tiny moans pouring out. Though it quickly turned to panic as he bore down.

You screamed and convulsed as Erwin bit down so hard the skin broke with a crunch. Picking up the pace, he fucked into you faster, your blood smeared on his mouth only spoke of his claim.

“She’s mine,” Erwin declared, breathless.

“She is,” Levi finally responded.

“Then- fuck- then why must you keep her to yourself.”

The chair creaked as Levi adjusted his position, “When have I done that?”

“You want her all to yourself,” Erwin growled, ignoring Levi’s words.

“I want you both all to myself.”

He moaned into your wounded neck, hands gripping your hips to bounce you on his cock like a toy. Clutching onto him, you whimpered and pleaded. Neither listened.

“She’s mine,” He repeated.

“She’s ours,” Levi corrected, “No one else’s, all ours.”

“Fuck!” His hips stuttered.

Levi continued, “No one is going to take her away. Not me, not anyone. And no one will take you from me, neither. Both of you are mine-”

Erwin cut him off with a rumbling moan. Pleased with the thought of Levi laying claim on both of you, it satiated the craving to be needed. Bringing his thumb down, he swirled it around your clit. Erwin needed you to come now . Nothing more than a doll, you fell for his whims. Your pussy contracted around his cock as you came once more.

Soon following, Erwin slammed you down to the hilt, burying his hot cum deep in your overworked pussy. Breathless, you laid limp in his hold. His cock was still hard inside you. Not done with you yet, Erwin wrapped his arms around you and flopped you down onto the couch cushions. In the tussle, his cock slipped out. You gave a pathetic whine at the lost.

"Shh princess, I'm not done with you yet."

Kneeling in between your legs, he grabbed under your knees and pressed them to your chest. Departing from one leg, he guided his cock back into the sloppy hole. Using his own cum as lube, he slipped back inside. Gripping your leg, your hole was on complete display. Sinking his hips into yours, you cried as he hit deeper than before. Widening his stance, he swung his hips into you. His balls papped against your ass.

Squelching filled the room. Your breasts bounced with each thrust. Already too overstimulated, you scrambled to hold onto anything. Here, being fucked into the couch, that night plagued your mind. Without the drugs, this was more exhausting. Crying, you came again, everything was too much.

"No more," You mumbled, eyes hazy and mouth cottony.

Erwin leaned down and kissed his mark, "Just one more- ah!- Daddy's perfect girl. Just for Daddy, this pussy w-was made just for my cock."

The possessive undertones lingered, but the threaten softened.

Dropping one leg, Erwin swirled and twiddled your clit. Your moans pitched as it started to borderline painful. Erwin was losing his momentum. He was no longer a perfect tandem fucking into your cunt. Clapping against your skin, he sloppily pistoned. At his edge, he willed it away, wanting to see you come one last time.

Tilting the angle, he kept bullying your g-spot. Tears streaming down, drool spilled out as you incoherently begged. At this point, you can't remember if it was to stop or keep going. With an exhausted yelp, you came for him just as he wanted. Smashing his hips into yours, he pumped more of his spill into your fluttering walls. You groaned at the warmness coating your insides.

Collapsing forward, Erwin caught himself with his hand on the arm of the couch. His sinewy arms swarmed you. Hovering over, his chest heaved with each chasing exhale. The air was still and stale.

“Did you get it out of your system?” Levi called from the chair, no sign of being bothered.

Craning his head done, his hair disheveled from its hold. Your watched as the golden strands glittered in the light. Erwin sighed, “Yeah, I’m sorry.” He said to Levi, not you. “Sometimes its hard to share.”

His tone was so casual, so mundane. Like what he put you through was nothing, like acting fucking insane for weeks was simple water under the bridge.

Erwin departed from you, letting his cock pop out of your pussy. The cum drooled out onto his pants and caked your inner thighs. Him sitting normally on the couch, and having you stay down on the couch, he propped your legs on his lap to let you rest. The anger built at the complete unfairness through the hazy fog.

Levi got up from his seat. Walking over, he grabbed Erwin by the hair and gently pulled him closer. “I allow you a pet for you. Stop overthinking, idiot.”

Erwin gave a silent laugh with a tired smile, “You’re right, I apologize.”

The man responded with a click of his tongue. “Whatever. It’s over with, just get rid of the fucking baby monitors, you creep.”

Giving a sheepish, guilty wince, Erwin agreed.

Harmony was restored once more against your bitter wants. Biting down so hard on your own teeth, your jaw ached. The cartilage creaked in the gums. You squeezed your fingernails into your palms. You were stupid to think you could actually get between them, they were loyal to a fault. A shepherd and its herding dog, both designed to keep you cajoled to the slaughter. You knew Levi was looking, soaking in your sour visage, but you didn’t care.

You have to escape. Tomorrow.

Chapter Text

“Why aren’t you asleep, brat?”

Gazing up at the bleak ceiling, you shrugged.

The bed sheets rustled as Levi turned to his side to face you. His knife silver eyes pierced your profile. Turning your head, you solemnly stared back. Morning had barely broke the sky, and it was just you two. Erwin had to go for a small emergency. You hoped he got into a car accident on the way.

So strangely, Levi reached over and brushed away the stray hairs from your face. Such a soft expression displayed, despite his pinched brows.

“You’re upset,” He stated, not questioned.

The pillow rustled under your head as you went back to glaring up at the ceiling. What could you even say? You were upset that last night you were reminded once again of the pecking order? That no matter what, they would see each other as equals and you a simple toy they decided to share. Like meat they wanted equal weight in.

Groaning under him, the bed shifted as Levi placed himself above you. His arms bracketed your head, the rest of his form flush to your side. Not quite suffocating you, yet.

“Stop that.”

Your eyes bounced around his visage, it illuminated by the civil twilight. The soft haze highlighting his pale glow. His inky hair framed his face, not quite tickling your cheeks.

“What do you want from me, Levi?” You whispered a weak plea.

Shifting his weight to rest on his forearms rather than his hands, he nosed against your temple. Your lids drooped.

“For you to stop retreating in your head. Speak to me.”

A bitter smile graced your lips. “If I spoke what I wanted to, you would hurt me again.”

“Maybe,” He drawled, backing away a little to stare once more.

You placed a hand on his chest—his heart beat under your palm—to push him further away. Levi wouldn’t budge.

“Get off me.”

“No.”

Curling your fingers inward, you punched against his bare pectoral. Watery and wobbly, you asked again, “What do you want from me?”

He clutched your wrist and slammed it against the pillow. Shuffling his body, he placed himself between your legs. Slotting his crouch against yours, you were completely enveloped by his oppressive form.

“Everything.”

“You two already beat and raped my everything out of me.”

“I won’t apologize.” His tired eyes bored into you. “If I had to re-do everything just to have you be mine, I would.”

You sneered with teary eyes, “And I would have run away when I had the chance.”

“We both know you never did.”

“I hate you,” You sobbed.

“I know.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours.

Closing your eyes, you breathed in his exhale, “I hope I’m the death of you.”

“You already are.”

Backing away, he gazed at your lips. Tilting your head up in invitation, he slotted his rosy flesh against yours. Kissing you with such fervor, Levi dominated your mouth. Following his rhythm, you met his furiosity. Letting go over your wrist, Levi slipped his hand between the nape of your neck and the pillowcase.

Lifting you up, he leaned back until he sat on his calves. The slick sounds of him kissing you filled the room. For a brief moment, he parted from you to play with the hem of your babydoll negligee. His focus honed on your collar. Contemplating for a moment, he reached behind you and unhooked the leash. It clattered against the mattress.

Pecking your lips, he shoved the sleep dress over your head. Your arms followed until they fluttered back down. With doe eyes, you ogled at him. He took off his own shirt, not breaking the contact. Mouth slightly agape, he placed a hand on your chest and shoved you back down. Pectorals rising with every excited inhale, Levi grabbed your thin panties. Raising your hips, you didn’t fight.

Levi almost smiled at your compliance, so small you could have missed it. Hooking his own thumbs on the hem of his pants, the man pushed the cotton fabric off his body with ardor. Free of both your clothes, you two drank each other in. Your nipples pebbled from the cool air, breasts bouncing with each breath. You drank up his fit form with defined muscles and the dark happy trail that led to his well kept pubic hair.

Hungry for you, Levi swooped down and kissed you once more. Nipping at your bottom lip, you unfurled for him. Sweeping his tongue against yours, you welcomed it. Groaning into your pliant mouth, he reached down. Trailing his fingers over your stomach, the muscles flinched from the tickling sensation. Tears stung your eyes at the gentle touch.

Going down further, Levi parted your slit like petals. Zeroing in on your clit, he swirled the bud. Moaning in the kiss, your legs fell wider open. A shiver went up your spine as he played you right into his hand. Your fingers clutched onto the blanket as your hips bucked.

Collecting your wetness, Levi brought his fingers downwards. Finding your hole, he sweetly breached inside. Your walls gripped him as you whimpered, still sore from yesterday.

“You can take it,” He commanded, but sounded like a lullaby.

As gentle as a man like him could, he stretched you open. Scissoring his fingers, he fucked them deep. He tested the give of your cunt. Petting his fingerpads upwards, he bumped against the spongy spot. Hiccuping, you clenched your eyes closed. Tears slipped down from your scrunched lids.

Levi kissed away the silvery streaks.

Dragging his fingers away, he clicked his tongue as you complained at the lost. “Have patience, you spoiled brat.”

Bring his fingers up to his mouth, he licked away your slick. Your mouth fell open at the gesture, your clit ached from the spike in arousal.

“Don’t you find it filthy?”

“Not when it’s you,” He stated with such boredom, like you said the dumbest thing on earth.

With the same hand, he wrapped his hand around his already fully erect cock. He had dreamed of seeing you like this. As much as he loved your fight, seeing you so vulnerable and willing for him, beckoned him like a moth to a flame.

Bringing his cockhead to your displayed pussy, he dragged it up and down your slit. His eyes glimmered as he watched you squirm at the spongy tip brushing against your needy clit. The smallest touch to your clit turned you into a bitch in heat. You were so easy to tease.

“Levi, please,” You whined.

And he was easy to fall for your whims.

Pressing his cockhead to your head, he bullied his way into you. With no resistance, your cunt formed around his cock like it was made for him. Slipping his way into you, he kept going until he was to the hilt. His groomed pubes brushed against your bud.

Bearing all his weight down on you, both of you clashed together like two planets. Slipping an arm under your waist, Levi began his thrusts. Gathering your wrists up in his hand, he kept you pinned. Unable to do anything but take it, your body jostled with each deep hit. He fucked you hard, but not punishing. He fucked you like you were the last drop of water: parched, but not greedy.

Brushing his nose across your face, he nuzzled into the free space on your neck. On the opposite side of where Erwin bit you and Levi bandaged the wound, he mouthed your sensitive skin. Shivering, you rocked yourself with each thrust. Licking the side of your neck, you moaned in response.

“You like that?” Levi sighed out.

You nodded, “Uh huh.”

He dragged his teeth against the flesh, “Want me to bite you, too?”

“Please, please, please.”

“So spoiled,” He groaned fondly.

Answering your wishes, he bit down, but only enough to leave a bruise. Crying out, more wetness poured from you. You whined as he started to suck at the bitten skin, like Eve eating the apple. He swallowed every part of you and you let him.

In this moment, you fell for the fantasy and so did he. You both knew what this was, something it shouldn’t be. You were sick, and he drank up every falsity. Here, he could pretend that what you felt wasn’t something born out of a twisted want to survive.

Uncoiling his arm from your waist, he slipped his hand between you two. Papping against your clit, your thighs shook. Stupidly, you wrapped your legs around him, resting above his ass.

“Thinking you can squirt for me?”

You shook your head, having no idea. Maybe, just maybe you could as you embraced him.

Levi muttered into your ear, “I think you can. I think you want to be a good- fucking shit- good pup for me, don’t you?”

Your walls clenched around him. Leaning your head back, you cried out. Tears coated your cheeks as you spasmed, closer than you wanted to admit. That ticklish feeling sat in your stomach.

Circling your clit harder, Levi fucked into you like a man starved. Wanting to bring you to the edge, he sucked more bruises into your neck.

“What a good puppy, so sweet for me. Come on, my pet, fall apart for me.”

And like his word was gospel, you came. Thin liquid squirted out of your cunt, coating his stomach and yours.

“Shit!” Levi groaned. His thrusts quickly turned sloppy as he used your cunt like a toy. Pumping himself into your hot pussy, he smooshed his hips to yours. Biting your neck, Levi hissed as he spilled inside.

Whimpering, you squirmed at the hot, thick liquid painting your overstimulated cunt. Your rib cages sighed into each other. Catching your breath, Levi held you close.

Everything crashed into you at once. In his embrace, you started to sob. It was too much. Lifting himself up, Levi let go of your wrists. Free of his restricting hold, you cupped your face as you continued to mourn. It hurt. Everything ached.

Gathering you up in his strong arms, Levi laid on his back and had your head on his chest. You clutched onto him likened a puppy begging its owner not to leave. He stayed silent, rubbing his hand up and down your heaving spine.

His face pinched as he stared at you. He honed onto your collar. Levi reached for the flopping tab, toying with the belt, he contemplated. Ultimately, he dropped the collar and cradled you closer, but ignored the leash to his side. In the end, he could give you slack, but never true freedom. He’s just as selfish as Erwin.

And despite it all, you fell back asleep in his arms.

~*~

As if this morning didn’t happen, you set your plan in motion. You had slipped on two layers of clothes under their noses. Sweat beaded on your forehead from the sheer heat. Your body begged to shred at least the other long sleeve, but you willed away the need to vomit.

Bare with it. Please, we must bare with it, You pleaded with your body.

Erwin had come back later, around noon. Pathetically, you sprawled yourself across the couch, taking in big gulps of air. The day had passed with Erwin trying to fuss over you, but Levi guiding him away to leave you be. It’s around dinner that Levi was the one to break.

“Get up, you have to at least try to eat,” He stood over you, arms crossed.

You slowly shook your head, “‘M not hungry.”

Unfurling his arms, Levi sunk down and pressed the back of his hand on your forehead. He frowned further at the burning skin. Petting your hair off your sweaty face, he helped you get up.

“You need to eat.”

Choosing not to argue, arm around your waist, he led you to the kitchen table. Your stomach growled at the delicious food, but you had to sell this. Sitting at the table, you slumped in your chair.

Erwin looked at you with such pity.

“I think she has a fever,” Levi stated, sitting himself across from you.

“She wasn’t like this last night, what happened?”

“The fuck if I know. We woke up late this morning and she's been acting funny since.”

Erwin paused for a moment, “Did I overdo it last night?”

Levi tsked and rolled his eyes, “You can’t get sick from too many orgasms, you fucking idiot.”

“You’re right,” Erwin agreed, knowing what he said was pretty dumb. “I’m just worried.”

“She’s not dying.” Levi muttered under his breath about Erwin being a drama queen, but the larger man chose to ignore it.

Reaching over to your side, he patted your head, “My poor baby. I’ll set up your plate.”

Grabbing said kitchenware, Erwin gave you a small serving of what Levi made. Coming back over, he also had a sippy cup filled with orange juice. He placed both in front of you.

“Drink your juice, you need the energy.”

Spying the sippy cup, Levi spoke up, “Come on, Erwin, give the poor girl a break.”

Reaching over the table, he swiped the stupid frilly cup and twisted it open. Grabbing the empty glass beside him, Levi poured the juice into it. Glancing up at Erwin, he waited for him to object. Erwin said nothing.

Sliding the cup to you, you clutched it in both hands. Staring down into the liquid, your forced your lips into a frown to avoid the smile from showing. You were going to be Levi’s hubris as he unknowingly handed over your freedom to you.

Taking a tiny sip, you placed it back down a little too close to the edge. Continuing your role, fork in hand, you swirled around the food. Stabbing a tiny morsel, the food melted right in your mouth. You were so hungry. Bring the fork back down, you hit the glass right of the edge.

You jumped back with a startled gasp as the cup shattered against the floor. Tears already wetting your eyes, you scrambled out of your chair and kneeled on the floor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean to!” You pleaded, terrified that you angered them both.

In a frenzy, you picked up the pieces in your hand. Gathering a triangle shaped piece, it slipped down the hole in your sleeve. Erwin came down with you, and tried to pacify you.

“Shh, honey, it’s okay. You’re not in trouble. Can you drop the pieces in your hand for me? I would hate to see you get hurt.”

Hiccuping, you nodded your head and let them fall from your hand. They clatter against the floor, glittering in the air. Walking around the broken glass, Erwin helps you up and away from the area.

“I’ll go get the broom,” Levi said.

Feeling shaky, you collapse backwards onto Erwin.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His voice nearly pitched in worry.

“Daddy,” You whimpered, “I don’t feel good.”

“Want to go lay down upstairs?”

You nodded against his chest, lids slipping closed. Not needing any further instructions, Erwin picked you up as gently as he could and gathered you in his arms. Cradling you, he sped walked down the hall, passing Levi.

“She’s feeling worse, I’m going to just tuck her in now.”

Levi nodded, going back to getting the broom from the closet.

Taking you up the stairs, the bedroom door was already open. Walking in with haste, he laid you down on the bed. Whining, your stomach flipped from being in a different position. Drool pooled in your palette. Oh no.

You pushed against Erwin’s chest and grappled onto his shirt to lift yourself up.

“Bathroom,” You rushed out and stumbled away from his stunned form.

Slamming the door closed, you fell to your knees over the toilet and started loudly retching.

“Princess?” Erwin called from the other side.

The door knob jiggled as he went to open it, but you cried, “Don’t come in, please!” You followed up with another gag.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t like-” You coughed, “vomiting in front of people.”

Erwin didn’t speak before continuing, “I’m going to be right back, okay?”

Racing away from the door, you listened for Erwin’s retreating footsteps. The room was silent as you breathed in the nauseating odor of the toilet water. Wiping your mouth, you set yourself into motion. Putting the toilet seat down, you heaved yourself up.

You walked to the bathroom mirror and opened it with haste. You grabbed the alcohol sitting by the toothpaste. Reaching into your sleeve, the triangle shaped glass slipped into your awaiting palm. The cabinet door swung open, your free hand grabbed a random black face cloth. Placing both materials down on the sink, you glanced at your reflection. Steeling yourself for what you were about to do, both shirts came off.

You wasted no time as you poured alcohol onto the face cloth. Your arm raised as you searched for the tiny sliver of where the implant was. Feeling around, the implant sat beneath a few layers of skin. Soaked with the strong liquid, you whipped down the offending area. With the same cloth, you grabbed onto the largest part of the jagged glass. The alcohol poured over your makeshift scalpel, swirling down the drain of the sink.

Going back to the cabinet, you clutched onto another dark face cloth, still rolled up. Bring it to your mouth, your teeth sunk into the cotton. Leaning over, you dropped more alcohol on your hands. Knowing you were going to feel woozy, you sat on the toilet seat.

Your nostrils flared as you clenched your teeth, preparing yourself. With no time to waste, you swiped the glass. Pressing the pointed edge to your skin, hushed squeals of pain poured out. Blood pooled around the wound as you dug deeper. Sliding the material down, you cut the same length of the incision. Stomping your foot against the ground, you willed away the burning sting.

Deeming it deep enough, you threw the bloody glass against the counter. Biting down further, you stared at the parted skin and poked your finger inside.

“Fuck!” You cried around the gag.

Pressing in further, you felt around for the implant. Your brows furrowed into a deep scowl as you sneered. Tears clouded your vision, but you blinked them away.

There it was!

Pinching the implant, you scooped it out with gritted teeth. The inner layers of skin released the tiny bob of plastic. Pulling it completely out of your flesh, it stayed pinched between your fingers. Free at least, you inspected at the white plastic, but as you brought it closer you saw the small chip soldered to the side. Throwing the implant to the side, you grabbed the face cloth that held the glass.

Bring it to the open wound, you pressed down despite your groans. You unclenched your jaw and let the gag fall to the floor. Getting up, your foot kicked the toilet seat back up. With the injured arm, the mirror opened once more as you grabbed two bandaids. Pulling the cloth from the wound, it had already stopped bleeding.

Cracking open the bandaids, you used only the stick side on the wound. You had no butterfly bandages so you made do. The paper crinkled as you crumpled them up. With the bloody face cloth, you started to break the glass into smaller parts. Going to the toilet, you dumped the glass and wrappers into the water with a faint splash.

Swiping the unbloodied face cloth, you threw it into the hamper. The other, you grabbed the peroxide from the still open cabinet, pressed down the drain and flipped on the hot water. Pouring the peroxide with it, you place it into the concoction. Turning off the faucet, you let it soak mainly to get rid of the smell. Swirling your hand in it, you washed off the blood remaining on your hand.

Gently as you could, you put both of your shirts back on. Checking yourself over, there was no traces of rosy liquid. Swiping the implant left on the counter, you contemplated for a moment. It’s best not to destroy just yet. Bending down, the doors under the sink swung as you rummaged around. Sitting it against the very back, you hid it amongst your bucket of pads.

Closing it, you slammed your hand against the edge and forced your way up. The blood on the cloth was now just a faint stain against the black. Unplugging the drain, the pink water washed down. You wrung out of the cloth and threw it amongst the other clothes. Exhausted, you slumped down and crawled back to the toilet, flushing down the last bit of evidence.

Leaning your hand against the head, your forehead fell onto the back of your palm. Exhaling, you silently laughed.

Relieved.

Chapter Text

The stage had been set.

Blank, wide eyes stared deep into the bloody red tomato sauce broiling in the pot. Wooden spoon in hand, you swirled the thick paste round and round. Breathing still, body laxed, out from the corner of your eye, you watched Levi.

He had cursed under his breath as his cell rang. “I have to get this, keep cooking.”

As he paced out the kitchen in hushed words, his back was turned towards you, trusting. Likened to a frog in boiling water, Levi welcomed your warmth. Fiddling with the tiny pills in your pocket, you continued to stir. You slipped them out and placed them into the pot with a gentle plop. The heat of the sweet sauce could not graze you.

Smiling, you stirred and stirred and stirred.

~*~

Earlier that day, you had woken up before Erwin. Last night was already an eternity ago. You dared not look at Levi in fear he was too not asleep. Reaching up to touch the collar, your fingers rubbed against the course material. Since you were sick and had been a ‘good girl,’ they decided against using the leash. But not good enough to release you from the very thing shackling you.

Anticipation ate away at your patience. Steeling yourself, you refused to let yourself fall this. Shutting your eyes, you fell into your role. Still clad in two sets of clothes, sweat caked on your body, the fabric sticking to your back. Within a couple hours Erwin had woken up to go to work.

Leaning over you, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. His face pinched as he called out to Levi. “I think she’s not getting better.”

Already awake, he groggily responded, “If the fever doesn’t go down by tonight, we’ll call the doctor in.”

You unconsciously whimpered at the thought of that doctor ever touching you again, but you easily passed it as not feeling well.

Erwin was quick to shush you. “You poor thing,” He turned his focus to Levi, “Should I stay home?”

Your heart sunk into your stomach. No, no, no he can’t. It would ruin everything.

Levi tsked at him. “You think I can't handle one sick girl? It will be fine.”

Erwin hung his head and nodded, “You’re right. I must be off then. I’ll be home for supper on the dot.”

“What am I, your housewife?” Levi grimaced at Erwin’s words.

Unable to keep your mouth shut, you weakly quipped, “You’re mommy, remember?”

Whipping his head to you, Levi snarled while lightly gripping your cheeks until your lips puckered. “Not too sick to be a bratty piece of shit, huh?”

You whined as you flinched back and tugged at his wrists.

Erwin, laughter heavy in tone, helped you escape Levi’s playful grip. “Come on, leave her be. It was my fault, I phrased it strangely and you know she likes to jest.”

“Or dance on my last fucking nerve.” Levi’s words were harsh, but his tone sung of affection.

Warmth surrounded you all, but you knew not to fall for it. Nothing was sweet about something created from rot. So as Levi let you go and Erwin left to get ready, you dared not move. The morning crawled on, Levi went downstairs to get you your clothes for the day. Erwin’s car’s revved as he went to work, leaving you alone.

Levi came in with a pile of clothes, “Get in the shower, you got fifteen minutes. Don’t make me have to help you.”

Dramatically, you heaved yourself upwards, acting more sluggish than you were. Nodding your head, you lumbered towards him, hands awaiting your clothes.

“Words.”

“Yes, I’ll be good,” You mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eye with your fist.

Levi clicked his tongue once again, but reached a hand up and ruffled your hair. Your shoulders hunched up. Heat ran across your face with your moon eyes. You blinked as your mouth dropped. Ogling at him, you snatched your clothes from his hands. He said nothing as you scrambled away and slammed the bathroom door shut.

What the fuck. What the actually fuck.

You didn’t like this, you don’t like any of this. The teasing, soft gestures, the playful banter. Flicking the shower on, you drowned away the thoughts. This wasn’t fair, you cried. Thoughts of early June swirled in your head. Times were you all three could be like that.

Soon a familiar rage built. Stripping yourself, you stepped into the shower and scrubbed your body head to toe. This would be your last shower here. Until your flesh was raw, you washed away every reminisce of them. The sticky residue of their touch. You were coming out of this clean. Purified.

Leaving the water on for a moment longer, you stepped out and wrapped the towel around you. Droplets slipped down your stingy skin, plopping onto the tiled floors. You wiped the condescension from the fogged up mirror. Staring at your reflection, you spied at how your hand quivered. Cracking the cabinet open, Levi’s sleeping pills sat right where they were before.

Twisting the bottle open, you tapped four pills out of the bottle, it must be enough. Slipping them into the pocket of the fluffy sweatpants Levi grabbed, you placed the bottle back on the shelf. Closing the cabinet, you finally turned the water off.

A knock rapped on the door, “You better be finished.”

Your mouth fell to tell him you in fact weren’t, but he stepped inside. Unimpressed, he surveyed your still dripping wet body. Blood pumping in your ears, you prayed Levi wouldn’t see anything he thought was amiss.

“You’re not dressed.”

“I took longer because the sweat was sticking to me.”

He glared you down, rolling the excuse through his palette. “Fine. Come here.”

Grabbing your arm, Levi had you stand before him. Unfurling the towel wrapped around your body, it left you vulnerable. After all the effort it rubbed you clean of them, Levi sullied it. Like he always does.

With zero ill intentions, he dried you off. His touches didn’t linger, nor did he stare. Clinically, he run the towel all over your body. Kneeling down, Levi patted your legs. Pausing, he assessed his handiwork. Tilting his head upwards, he was level with your stomach, too close to your pussy than wanted. His gaze didn’t wander. Despite being below you, he still commanded the space. You were not fooled.

“Do you want to dress yourself?”

“Yes, please.”

Nodding, he patted your outer thighs and heaved himself up by rolling back on his heels. Giving you some privacy, he walked out the bathroom but left the door open. Knowing better to just leave it be, you slipped on your clothes. Gently as you could, you put on the pants, listening out for any rattling.

You were in the clear.

Making your way out of the bedroom, Levi was nowhere to be found. Listening for a moment, you heard nothing. Quickly, you went to the bedside table and opened the drawer. As quiet as you could, you rummaged through Levi’s drawer. Empty.

Rounding the bed, you went to Erwin’s. Nothing here either. Reserving yourself, you hastily made it out of the bedroom to avoid suspicion. You would have to look somewhere else for their car keys. Erwin obviously had a spare somewhere, you just had no clue where.

Your bare feet slapped against the stairs. Perfect. Moseying down the halls, you saw Levi heading towards the laundry room.

“Levi,” You called out.

“What?” He looked over his shoulder with a glare.

“My feet are cold.”

“… And?”

“Can I go grab some socks?”

He glanced at your feet tucking one over the other due to said ‘coldness’, “Fine. Be quick, we got shit ton to do today.”

“Yessir.”

Acting like there’s a fire lit under your ass because of his words, and not something us, you rapidly shuffled to your bedroom. The door left ajar, you slunk inside and went for the bureau. Going bottom up, you lifted up all the clothes and found nothing. You did this again and again until you reached your sock drawer. Still nothing. Giving up, you hopped to put on two socks per foot and then repeated with the other as you went to the closet.

The ropes hadn’t been moved. Sighing out in relief, there was at least one win so far. With limited time, you raced out your bedroom and greeted Levi at the threshold of the laundry room.

“What took you so long?” He asked over his shoulder.

“I wanted fluffy socks.”

He huffed, “You got an answer for everything, don’t you?”

You shrugged.

He made no further comment.

The day continued like this. Really, it was like no other day. You assisted Levi with the chores, gave him some lip, but nothing that warranted a punishment. He seemed less tense since last morning. And your heart only ached. No matter what, this won’t distract you.

By midday, you had given up on finding their car keys. It was a dud. You were already acting suspicious and you couldn’t have Levi catching on. Everything was falling into place, today had to be the day. You knew where your boots and jacket were. You will survive.

Throughout the day, you slowly got ‘better.’ You could stand on your own, the fever had gone down and you were able to have full conversations. Easing Levi into your dwindling sickness, you let it all fall into place.

Dinnertime had finally rolled around quicker than you anticipated. Flexing your hands, you willed all the tension away. Everything will be fine. It was too late to go back. In your new routine, you had helped Levi prepare dinner.

Levi’s phone rang.

Here in the now, you grabbed the garlic and shook more of the seasoning in the pot. Nothing else mattered besides masking the taste of the tainted sauce. If they wanted to play house, then you will. Letting your face fall neutral once more, your ears perked at the front door opening.

Your heart boomed in your rib cage. Tapping the wooden spoon against the rim, you wiped your sweaty hands on your pants.

Erwin came marching over with a smile. Gathering you up in a hug, he kissed the top of your head. “I see you’re feeling better.”

Nodding against his chest, you swallowed the lump, “Much.”

Pulling away, he beamed down at you and then looked over your head. “Helping Levi cook?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, and looked over to the side. Making eye contact only made it worse, like he could just tell something was off. “I think its done.”

Patting your head like Levi did this morning, he ushered you off to the side. Grabbing the spoon, he tasted the sauce. His hum must have been his approval.

“Let’s set the table while we wait on Levi.”

And so you set up your stage. Each plate clicked perfectly against the hardwood. No silverware was out of place. Napkins all in array. Cup were filled with water. A dollhouse ready for a family meal.

The spaghetti slapped against the pristine plates as Erwin pour the pasta in the sauce mixed with the meatballs. Serving himself and then you, he brought your plates to the table.

Levi entered stage left from where your chair sat. He made no comment as he got his own serving. Sitting down across from you, he glanced at you and Erwin’s untouched plates, “Don’t wait on me.”

No further instructions needed. Erwin made the first bite to your own discontentment. Twirling around your food, you took a small nibble to not raise suspicions. And then, Levi started to eat as well. Steadying your breath, you banished the want to watch them like a starving vulture.

Words weren’t exchanged as they ate morsel after morsel.

Eat your fill, you pigs. Eat until you can’t and then some more.

Their plates were more than half finished by the time Erwin noticed you have barely touched yours. “You’re not eating a lot, sweetheart?”

Pouting, you continued to play with your food, “I’m still not that hungry.”

Levi’s eyes sharpened, “You were able to eat at lunch.”

Shit. You tried to shrug it off, “I guess I’m still full.”

Blood rushing in your ears, you started to eat as well. Any bite you took, Levi followed, glaring you down. Your portions were significantly less, but you were able to mask it. Levi played this dance with you until he finished his plate clean.

With his fork, he pointed at your food, “Finish it.”

“I’m full-”

“Fuck,” Erwin whispered, hand over his face.

Alarmed, you both stared at Erwin in shock.

“Shitty brows, what’s wron-” Levi cut himself off as he blinked at the sudden wave of dizziness.

Head drooping, Erwin’s gaze caught Levi’s. A grin stretched on your face at them both having the same revelation. Erwin tried to speak, but only gargles tumbled out as his head fell, smacking against the table.

Snapping his attention to you, Levi placed both hands on the wood to jump you. His hand slipped out from under him as he collapsed forward.

“You won’t get far, you stupid bitch,” He bit out, eyes losing focus.

“Sleep tight.”

He huffed, “Oh you’re so fucked.”

You wanted to relish in his patheticness, but you were already biding your time. The chair scraped against the floor, you hopped out of it and raced towards the bedroom. Swinging the closet open, you gathered the ropes. Going back to the kitchen, neither of them have moved.

Sliding on your socks, you went to Levi first. His eyes were half lidded, clinging onto any consciousness he could. By pure adrenaline alone, you pulled his chair out from under the table for better access. Clumsily, you tied his feet to the legs. Double, triple, quadruple knotting it. You repeated the same with his arms.

With the spare ropes, you went to Erwin. Pushing the table back, you ignored the terrible sound. Just as you did Levi, you bound him to the chair with the very ropes he tormented you with. One last ditch effort you frisked Erwin. Patting over his pants, you were completely shit of luck. There were no keys.

Stumbling your way to the couch, you scratch your head to contemplate how to get the scissors.

“Fuck it.”

Crouching down, you tucked your hands underneath it. With a pitchy roar, you pushed it upwards. It smacked against the ground, the dust cover now full exposed. Spying the hole, you grabbed both sides and tugged. Ripping filled the air as you kept going until it was top to bottom. The scissors clattered against the floor.

Swiping them, you shoved the open blade through the collar. The plastic cold on the fragile flesh of your neck. Heaving out a couple rapid breaths, you squeezed down on the handles. The fabric crunched under the zig-zag blade. It was working. Leaning away from the path of the scissors, the blade parted the fibers from each other with each cut. Going up to your jaw, you made one last snip.

The collar clattered against the floor. As if the weight of the world left you, your shoulders relaxed. Keeping the scissors, you rubbed at your bare throat. Unable to dwell on it, you hurried over to the mudroom. Swinging the closet open, you grabbed your jacket and boots. You searched for your pants and gloves, but there was nothing. You must make do.

Slipping the boots on and then your jacket, you watched as the sun dwindling in the sky. Swinging the front door open, you were smacked with the icy breeze. Stuffing the scissors in your pocket, there was nothing to do, but run.

Snow covered the ground. Luckily, there were no flurries of snow flakes. The skies were clear besides the sinking sun. Your feet slipped a bit on the icy patches covering the driveway. In one last ditch effort, you went for Erwin’s car. Smacking your body into the vehicle, you tested the handle, but there was no give.

“Fuck!”

You must do plan B. Rounding the car, you made a break for it into the woods. Going by the road would do nothing. This wasn’t a main road and it was once in a blue moon a stray car would drive past. You weren’t taking any chances.

Snow crunched beneath your feet. Arms covering your face, you trekked through the stray branches whipping past you. Unsettled foliage shook with each sprint, breaking up your path. Footsteps trailed behind you. Your hot breath fogged up the air in front of your face. Sniffling, you whipped your dripping nose. The salty mucus dribbling into your panting mouth.

Tugging at your long sleeves under your jacket, you used the thin fabric as gloves. Your fingers burned from the chill. Thank god you remembered to put on two pairs of socks. Seconds were generations as you ran and ran, hoping you were going the right way. Though the underbrush, you couldn’t see your beacon of the neighbor’s porch light.

Just keep straight, just keep straight.

A branch broke behind you. Likened to the hunted prey, your rabbit-heart sped up. Pumping your legs faster, you abandoned the sting in your lungs. Startled little bunny mustn’t get caught by the wolf.

The density of trees started to become thinner. Not completely out of the woods yet, you stumbled out as if the trees spat you out. There. There a mere few meters away was the neighbor's home. Licking your cracked lips, you raced over to their front porch. Their driveway was barren of any cars, but you had hope. It was all you had.

Smacking against the front porch. You slapped your frozen hands against the door. The sun was almost eaten by the horizon. Soft twilight blanketed you in a hazy purple.

“Hello! Is anyone home?” You called out, but no one answered. Fisting your hand, you hit harder and continued, “Please, someone please open the door! I need help, I’m begging! I was kidnapped, please just please!”

A thundering sound of a dog barking greeted you instead. Another snapped was heard from the woods. Frantically, you hit the door once more. You knew Levi couldn’t be contained for long. You were running from your deal with the devil. And he would come to claim his pound of flesh.

“Fucking shit motherfucker!” You screamed and kicked the door.

Tears freezing on your puffed out cheeks, you pivoted on your foot and raced down the slippery stairs. Nothing else to do, you went right. You knew there were more neighbors this way, but they were at least two miles out. With the dog barking behind you, you ran into the treeline once more.

More sunlight slipped away from you, the forest now a haunting blue. Blackness would encompass you soon. If you remembered from gym class in school, the average person could run two miles in twenty minutes and that was without difficult terrain. You weren’t going to make it to the next house before night shrouded you.

Crying and sniffling, you didn’t let up. Completely exhausted, vomit hung in the back of your throat. You haven’t done any physical labor in months besides the short bursts of trying to run, but they lasted seconds. Your muscles had atrophied. You were doomed.

“Shut the fuck up,” You growled to yourself. This wasn’t the fucking time.

You have survived worst. You were built to endure, remember? You were going to fucking endure until either you escaped or died trying.

Stumbling into a tree, you stopped for a moment. Heaving out a heavy breath, you collected your bearings. Starting a jog, you have to pace yourself, but still make haste.

A crunch of a snow being stepped in permeated throughout the enclosed air. Whipping your head behind you, there was nothing. You didn’t stop, but your ears perked for where the sound came from.

Crunch!

You sprinted left. Going diagonal, if it was Levi you weren’t going to let him deviate you from your path. You were in uncharted territory and you knew he bested you in navigation. The leaves rustled around you as the wind picked up.

Fingers completely frozen, you gripped the scissors in your pocket. It wasn’t much, but you needed at least something. Willing your tired feet, you stumbled through the darkening forest. The last bit of sun slid out your fingers. Poking its white head out from the horizon, the full moon smiled down at you. At least you were graced some light, but it wasn’t much.

A spare root hooked over your boot. Screaming, you fell forwards. A hiss broke from your cracked lips as you scraped your hands on the ground. Hot pain coated your hands just like the plush snow. Crawling for a second, you adjusted yourself to start running again.

You slid to a stop at the figure a few meters in front of you. Stepping backwards, the snow crunched under foot.

“You’re really fucking stupid, you know that?”

Blinded by fear, you turned around and booked it forward with no direction. He found you, he fucking found you. There was no goal now, just get the fuck away from him. Hiccups popped out of your throat from the sheer terror.

Giving chase, Levi’s light footsteps traveled behind you, closing in. A petrified scream disturbed the silent forest. Oh how the trees would gossip. His fingers brushed against your coat. Pumping your knees up higher, your quaking wail breached your chest.

Dodging his grasp, you went to the right, trying your hardest to not get turned around. You don’t know if you have twenty minutes left out of you, let alone whatever it took to get him off your trail. And yet, adrenaline kept you going. Jumping over stray logs, your foot slid against the snow giving you more leeway.

Branches snapped against your arms as you blocked your face.

“Running only makes this worse!” Levi bellowed behind you.

Not running wouldn’t do anything either. You weren’t going back there, if you had to fucking die, you would. You didn’t want to though, but you can’t do this anymore. There was no going back. Not to the before, and to the now. They would never trust you again, and they might actually kill you this time. If you were going to be slaughtered, let it be by your hand, let it be in these woods for how the trees would kinder. Whatever picked away at your corpse, would be kinder.

The air whistle past you with each burst. His footsteps thundered, a faster tempo than your clumsy patters. A mass slammed right into you.

Screaming, you fell right into the snowy dirt. Spitting out the gritty, cool soil, you dug your fingers into snow. Scrambling away, you tried to get up as Levi stood over you. He stomped his foot right on the top of your head.

Chest heaving, he snarled, “Did you have your fun?”

This time, you couldn't smile at his words. Your brain rattled in your head. Your left eye definitely hit a spare rock. Reaching down, he grabbed you by the arm and flipped you around to face him. Anger couldn’t even describe the look on his twisted visage. He was downright murderous.

“Got nothing to say?”

Everything was numb. “Fuck you.”

“I should fucking kill you,” He growled, likened to the very wolf you compared him to.

Putting your hand in your pocket, you grabbed the scissors. “Not if I do it first.”

Opening the blade, with one side gripped, you aimed for his knee. Before you could do anything, he gripped your wrist and twisted it until you released the scissors. Stepping off you, Levi kicked the scissors far, a puff of snow following. You leaned forward and scampered to get back on your feet.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.”

He placed a foot on your shoulder and shoved you back into the ground. The breath left you. Digging his heel into the meat, he stared down at you with a such cold expression. Those gun metal irises were almost an icy blue. He was silent before speaking again.

“You did this to yourself, remember that.” He took his foot off your shoulder.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Leaning up, you watched as Levi crouched by your right leg. Before you could think to get up, he clutched right above your knee. Your leg caught in a rabbit snare.

“I should break your fucking leg, but I can’t promise a clean break,” He started, staring down your knee, before glancing up at you.

New found terror slithered heat up in your throat, “Levi? W-what do you mean by that?”

“Try not to bite of your tongue.”

“Levi?!”

Crack!

A harrowing howl bellowed through the stagnant woods. Your left leg kicked out as you tried to fight off Levi’s grip. You fisted balls of snow, but it did nothing.

“Stop fucking moving or else I can’t reset it.”

The fucker dislocated your knee. Screeching, your back arched against the ground, glued. It burned! Cries filled the air at the burning sensation racing up and down your leg. Agony was liquid fire in your veins. Sweat pooled on your back as your body went into crisis mode.

“It hurts, it hurts!” You weeped, snot pouring down.

“No shit it hurts. Quit moving so I can fix it.”

Forcing yourself to relax, you puffed out shaky breathes.

Pop!

The wind was knocked out of you as Levi set your leg back into place. You went to move it, but he gripped your thigh before you could. Tears caked your shiny, frost bitten face. You were a miserable mess. The pain now a dull ache if you stayed still. Vision was going out in your left eye. Staring up at the barren trees, nothing but blackness greeted you as the moon sat too low in the sky. Stars twinkling above, mocking you of their freedom.

“Let’s go home. You need a splint.” His voice was steady, just as barren of the trees of any previous vitriol.

“Kill me.”

Levi stared for a moment, “I’m not going to kill you, brat.”

Tears streamed down your temples, mixing with your already wet hair. “Why not?” You whined out like a child.

“You know why.”

Saying nothing else, he scooped under your back. Taking your limp arm, he heaved you over his shoulder. With ease, Levi got up from his crouched position. Wrapping one arm around your upper thighs, you were bound to him. Like always.

Chapter Text

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you!” Erwin’s deep timber rung through the kitchen.

Disgruntled, Levi sat at the head of the dinner table with crossed arms. The only lights illuminating the kitchen was the back glow of the twinkling Christmas bulbs and the candles burning bright on the birthday cake.

“Happy birthday, dear Levi.”

Erwin continued, his voice the only one carrying out. Levi’s eyes followed him as he approached closer. Setting the cake down in front of him with two candles that spelled out four-zero, he smiled warmly.

“Happy birthday to you.”

Levi rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the cake. Wanting it done and over with, he blew out the candles. The kitchen was now shrouded in darkness.

“Aren’t you going to make a wish?” Erwin asked.

Peering over to you sat right beside him, bruised and battered with a dislocated knee wrapped in a split and a black eye, Levi responded. “I have everything I need already.”

~*~

Wind whistled in your ears. The air was silent and still between you two as your head bobbed with each step Levi took. Letting your arms dangle, you watched as his heels imprinted into the crunching snow. There was only moonlight now.

Neither of you spoke. Fury festered off Levi, smothering your broken down visage. You had no energy to even sniffle, your eyes were blank as you were herded back to your prison. You never stood a chance. Even in the darkness, Levi knew exactly the path home.

Your body tensed as you crossed the threshold into familiar territory. You wanted to fight, oh how you wanted to, but terror gripped you. Levi was coiled tight, ready to snap at any sign of resistance. So you hung your head as he walked up the gallows that was the front steps.

Twisting the knob, Levi walked back into the mudroom. He closed the closet on the way in, everything in disarray. Turning into the living room, his boots tracked dirt and slush in his path. Erwin was still passed out, but Levi had draped his body on the couch instead of leaving him restrained.

Gently, Levi sat you on Erwin’s recliner. Your body trembled as you refused to look at him. Tears ran down your face. Ignoring your misery, he unzipped your coat. You followed his movements as he guided you out of the jacket. Kneeling down, he began to untie your boots.

A sniffled escaped. Levi glanced up at you with a deep scowl, but stayed silent. Tugging off your right boot harshly, you cried as it jostled your injured leg. Clutching onto your shin, he pinned it down so you wouldn’t irritated it more. You openly sobbed as he took off the other shoe.

Leaning upwards, his fingers hooked under your pants and pulled them down.

“You’re soaked.”

Brandished in just your underwear, he stared at your swollen knee. You flinched back as his fingers grazed the bruising flesh.

“I need to move it around to make sure I set it properly, stay relaxed.”

You don’t answer.

Unbothered by your dead eyed silence, Levi clutched a hand on your shin and the other on your lower thigh. Using his hands, he moved your knee upwards to scrunch it to your chest. You winced at the ache of your bones scraping together. As he unfurled your leg to stick out straight, you whimpered. It was a dull ache that still burned.

Content with your range of motion, he dropped the appendage.

“I need to get a split, don’t move or I swear to fucking god.”

Numbly, you stared at your swelling leg. Everything hurt and you could only see out of one eye. Your head pounded and your teeth rattled. Though you couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or the fear. Jitters and sweat raced through your cold body.

Snow and dirt was thick on your tongue, taking home the last bit of freedom you had. You swallowed it.

“Oi,” Levi snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Pay attention.”

You couldn’t face him. The splint he brought was bulky and heavy. Beside you Levi brought a crutch adjusted just for your height. You don’t even want to know why he had to supplies to nurture such a wound. Grabbing onto your leg, he stuck it straight out and slipped it on. The ripping of velcro filled the otherwise dead room.

Whining, you jostled as he tugged the belt tight. Reaching over, Levi pressed the button so the chair reclined. Placing your leg down, he left it be elevated. Stepping back, Levi glared down at you.

“You’re fucking stupid, you know that?” That same vitriol dripped off his lips once more.

Your head drooped more as you curled your fingers in to will him away.

“Fucking look at me!” He roared.

Jumping, your focus snapped upwards. Likened to rage itself, his eyes were set aflame. His nostrils flared with ill contained malice.

“What were you even thinking? You decide to run after it had just fucking snowed. You were asking to die out there. You didn’t even bring anything to survive in the woods.”

You finally spoke with a mumble, “that wasn’t a part of the plan.”

Levi clutched your jaw and forced you to sit up more. “What wasn’t?”

“F-for me to stay outside. I was going to get h-help.” You fumbled through your words.

“Yeah? From the fucking seventy-one year old man and his sixty-something year old wife? What the hell were they going to do?” He waited for you to respond, but you were silent. “Exactly, fucking nothing. And where did your grand scheme leave you, now? Huh?”

“I don’t know,” You babbled as he laid out just how stupid of a plan it was.

“It left you fucking nowhere. Now you just look like an idiot and I have to clean up your mess,” Levi downright snarled, inches from ripping into you. “Are you proud of yourself?”

Sobbing out, you couldn’t see anymore as you hiccuped so hard you couldn’t breathe. Levi let your face go as your head fell. Clutching onto his shirt, you cried and cried as the shame of your failure settled in. Frustrating built as well that you tried so hard, you thought it all out and ultimately, you were trapped once more. You wanted out, you wanted to go 8home8.

“Please let me go!” You curled your hand further into his shirt.

Levi stared down at you impassively.

Tilting your head up, hysterics rose in your chest. “Just- just let me go home. I want to go home, please! I- I- Erwin doesn’t even have to know!” You gave a watery laugh, “o-only you know that I’m here. Levi, please, please. I can’t do this anymore. I want to go home. I thought you care about-!”

8Slap!8

Your face spun to the left from the hit. His knuckle caught on your shut eye. Ringing pierced through your ear as he backhanded you. You eyes were wide as you stared off to the side, unable to process.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Like a baby, you cradled your stinging cheek and curled up your one good leg. Trying to furl yourself up into a ball, you wailed and wailed. Digging your fingernails into your scalp, you screamed. Levi grabbed your wrists and wrenched your hands away before you drew blood.

“Let me go, let me go!” You sneered. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!”

Levi ignored your words, still fighting against your tugs to reclaim your arms.

“You’re not going to throw that back in my fucking face after everything.”

You picked up exactly what he meant and you bellowed out a cackle at his audacity. “Looks like both of us are in the same fucking boat. Not so nice when your trust is broken, is it?”

If Levi was a dumber, more emotional man he would say you tricked him. But he was not dumb, he knew what two nights ago was. You didn’t start anything and fell to his whims. You were broken and he tried to mend you back together with weak glue, only something temporary. And despite it all, it still fucking stings.

Tugging your wrists closer until they were level to his face, he sneered, “you’re going to fucking calm your ass down. and I’m going to wait until Erwin wakes up to decide what to do with you because if I have it my way you would be strung to the tree until you learn just how good you had it. Got it?”

Bitter, you glared up at him, breathing irregular.

He shook you and barked, “I said, got it?”

Retreated back in your mind, you let your shoulders slump and stared off to the side. Taking that as his answer, he dropped your arms. Stepping away, Levi went to Erwin’s sleeping body and paced.

And he continued to pace like a patrol dog for the hours it took for Erwin to awake. Any move you made, he snapped his head to you with the same glower. The time it took for Erwin to finally groan was an eternity. It was still dark when he came to.

“Levi?” Erwin grumbled, eyes still closed.

Crouching down next to him, Levi grabbed onto his shoulder and helped him up as he spied Erwin weakly trying to shuffle upwards. Furrowing his brows, Erwin clutched his head as he moaned in pain.

“W-wha- where’s Y/n?” Erwin asked frantically, the events slowly coming back.

Levi rolled back on his heels and got up. Blood rushed in your ears. While he prowled over to you, you swallowed the heart shaped lump in your throat. It pounded deep in your windpipe.

Hovering over you, he crossed his arms. “She’s right there.”

Stepping to the side, he let Erwin take in your battered form. In shock, his eyes widened as he turned himself to look at you more. Turning his focus to Levi, he asked, bewildered, “what exactly happened?”

“Yeah, Y/n, what happened,” Levi probed.

Knowing you were doomed, your chin rested against your clavicle like a kicked dog and mumbled, “I tried to run-”

“No. Fucking everything and don’t think you can weasel your way out of this one.”

Digging your nails into your palms, you tried to control your breathing. You were on trial and they weren’t unbiased jurors. They wanted you to be sentenced to the fullest and more.

“I don’t have the fucking patience for this-” Levi began before you cut him off.

“I- I had this planned for about a month,” You spewed out, hands trembling. You wet your lips and continued, “It was either I drugged you guys or bashed you both over the head, but I knew I wasn’t strong enough so I snuck Levi’s insomnia medicine and slipped it into your food. I had to be s-super careful because I knew Levi would catch on. I wanted to wait longer and take your car b-but I was running out of time and I was scared- so scared so I had to just go with my second plan and-”

Erwin raised a hand to stop your rambling. "You were planning this for how long you said, a month?"

Lip twitching, you nodded your head, cautious.

"What else did you get into you weren't supposed to?"

Swallowing, you fumbled with your fingers, "I hid the scissors from before I went to the hospital to cut of the collar, didn't want to fry my brains." You side-eyed Levi with that remark, and continued, "and I- um, fucking shit, I kept the glass from the cup to cut the implant out."

Levi snapped his head to you, "you fucking what? Why would you ever do that?" He grabbed your arm and pushed up your sleeve to see your makeshift butterfly sutures.

"Because I know about the chip," you heaved out with an almost manic smile.

Levi glanced at Erwin who met his gaze before turning to you with a pinched expression.

"What do you mean?"

"Well its not exactly a secret. You guys practically dangle it over my head with the pets and all. I'm not as stupid as you guys think I am and I was able to connect the dots." You fibbed, not completely laying out your cards.

"And so you?" Erwin prompted you to continue.

"Cut the implant out so you guys couldn't track me when I ran and got far enough away."

Erwin used a hand to rub his forehead, willing away the headache. "Do you know just how reckless you were? And for what, Y/n, why the ever living fuck would you do this." He started to rise, his voice booming as his own patience bubbled over. "Answer me!"

"Because I'm scared!" You cried back, backing into the chair as he approached.

"So I have been told," Erwin sneered. "How many times do I have to tell you we won't hurt you, no one's going to kill you for fucks sake. You say you want to be treated like an adult, but you're acting like a paranoid toddler that thinks some monster is hiding under the bed."

"You are the monster!"

"Do not!" Growling, Erwin took a step closer and shoved his finger in your face, "do not take that tone with me. You're in deep fucking waters, missy. I would not make it worse for yourself if I was you."

Sobbing, you hugged yourself, borderlining hysterics. You were doomed. You wanted to go home. You don't get why no one will let you go home.

Erwin stared at you from under his nose. Going to Levi, he asked, “Do you have anything in mind?”

Levi stared up in the ceiling in false thought, “Yes, but you wouldn’t like it.”

You trembled as they finally discussed what to do with you.

Sighing out, Erwin rubbed his forehead once more before coming to a conclusion.

“Christmas eve is tomorrow—well, today. Let’s worry about it after the holidays.” He spoke through clenched teeth, glaring you down, “wouldn’t want to taint the joyous mood.”

Chapter Text

The last student had finally walked out the classroom. Giving said student a gentle smile with a wave, Erwin wished them a good rest of their day. Door clicking shut, Erwin’s smile fell. Resting his hands on his desk, he let his head hang for a moment. You were being impossible and it was weighing down heavy on him and Levi. It had been a little over a week since your little escape attempt and you have been dead silent since.

With your dislocated knee, even with the crutches you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. It brought him comfort. Though, seeing your bruised face—despite the swelling going down—he couldn’t help the pinch of guilt. He was honest when he said he never meant to hurt you. At least not like this.

A knocking followed by the door opening disturbed his thoughts.

“Did you forget something- oh.” Erwin lifted his head prepared for one of his scatterbrained students.

“Hello Professor Smith,” Officer Zeke strolled into the classroom, glasses glinting in the overhead lights, “did I come at a wrong time?”

Lifting himself into an upright position, he turned to address the officer. “Just Erwin please and no, not at all. Come right in.”

Zeke followed Erwin’s polite gesture, keeping the door open. Erwin eyed the officer, confused as to why he would visit. Since that day in October, he hadn’t seen or heard of anything from the other man. It was radio silence. Erwin’s hackles raised like a predator being hunted. It was unusual, unnatural.

“What can I do for you, officer?”

Zeke strolled in, carrying that familiar air of superiority. His focus stayed on the walls of the room, observing Erwin’s territory. A constant face of he knew something Erwin didn’t. He kept a posture of poise, suspicious.

“Happened to be in the area, and thought I would pop in. I have only heard good things about the acclaimed Erwin Smith.”

Erwin chuckled, feigning humbleness, “that’s kind.”

Zeke nodded his head in response, turning his attention onto Erwin. His face visibly pinched. “What happened to your face?”

Shit.

Erwin brought a hand to his cheekbone. It had completely left his mind. The scratches had healed, no longer throbbing, but faint red lines were still prominent.

“We got a new puppy recently. It’s still learning to play nice.”

Zeke gave a tight lipped smile, “a puppy, I see.”

Erwin shrugged, “not my idea, but Levi wanted a dog and I obliged.”

Nodding, Zeke carried on with his original intent. “Must be a full house. Is it just you and Levi now—that’s his name correct?”

He knew exactly what Zeke was implying: did you still live with them. He had no clue why it was any of his business, and why he would still be wondering as it had been months. There was no indication that something was off, so why was Zeke actually here?

Saved by the bell, Erwin’s phone went off. Glancing at his screen he saw Miche’s contact pop up. His heart rate spiked. That only meant bad news.

“Are you going to answer that?” Zeke nodded his chin to Erwin’s phone, sat face up on the desk.

Turning his ringer down, he waved it off, “I can call them back later. What were you saying?”

Zeke looked Erwin up and down, picking him apart as Erwin did the same. After some silence, he smiled. “Oh nothing,” he glanced at the clock in the room, “I best be going. Have a good day, Erwin.”

“You as well.”

Without closing the door, Zeke walked out with his arms behind his back, a little too aloof. Already set on edge, Erwin gathered up his things and decided to just head home. He can just grade papers there. The halls were sparse, but he weaved through the stray students. With a confident stride, he made his way to the teacher parking lot.

Clicking on Miche’s contact, he pulled his keys from his pocket. Reaching his arm out, the car unlocked with beeped and a flash of his headlights. Miche picked up after one ring.

“Why are you-” Erwin opened his door and climbed inside as he was cut off.

“We found a leak in the pipes.”

He paused. Grabbing the handle, he shut it firmly with a furrow of his brow. The phone connected to the Bluetooth, Miche’s voice boomed through the car. Sliding his seat belt on, Erwin put the car into reverse.

“How big?”

“Only one pipe burst.”

Starting the drive home, he gripped the steering wheel until it creaked. “Is there any water damage?”

“We were able to stop it before it waterlogged anything, though some residual affects could have went undetected.”

“I will send a plumber out immediately. Thank you for the update.”

“Sure.”

The line clicked dead. Erwin sat in silence as his face morphed into a deep set scowl. Hitting the gas, he pushed the speed limit. Anger dripped off him. Of course, fucking of course.

Whipping the corner, Erwin’s body jostled as he sped up the drive way. Slamming the stick into park, he swiped his bag and phone. He was sure his foot steps could be heard as his climbed up the porch, but he didn’t care.

Twisting the knob, Levi was already waiting at the threshold.

“How are you already pissed off?”

“Office. Now.” Erwin barked, pushing past Levi.

“Your shoes are still on.”

“Not now.”

Levi rolled his eyes from behind Erwin, but followed suit. Your popped up from over the couch, confusion pinched on your face. Levi pointed a finger at you and then at the ground as he walked by. You kept staring, but made no move that you were up to no good. You had been eerily blank for days now.

Going into the office, Levi shut the door behind him.

“What happened?”

Erwin wracked a hand through his hair, tarnishing his facade. “There was a mole.”

Levi’s eyebrows raised, “for how long.”

“I have no clue. Miche called and only told me that they were caught before any real information was leaked, but minor stuff could have slipped from under the radar.”

“So it’s been handled?”

“I’m sending out people tonight to get rid of the mole.”

“So it has been handled. This isn’t the first time, Erwin, why are you so on edge?”

Erwin rubbed his temples and seethed, “because the same cop from October and the hospital came to the university today to ‘pop in.’ He saw the scratches our lovely, little girl gave me. He’s still asking about her.”

Crossing his arms, Levi scowled at the ground in thought. “Do you think anyone reported her missing?”

“Not that I know of. She didn’t exactly have anyone that would miss her. We covered all our bases, right?”

Levi came closer to Erwin and grabbed him by the arms. Gently, he guided him to sit on the rolling chair. Leaning down to be at his height, Levi clutched onto Erwin’s face.

“We’re going to be okay.”

The taller man sighed, looking down, “you don’t know that, Levi. And she’s been so silent lately-”

“Look at me.”

Erwin let his eyes roll up to Levi’s scowling greys.

“You knew the risks going into this. You can not crumble because we are having a hiccup. I have been closer to being caught than this, we are fine. And she’s going to be okay, too. Our girl is fucking stupidly stubborn. Okay?”

Erwin smiled, tilted his head to rest his forehead to Levi’s.

“Okay.”

Chapter Text

Absentmindedly, you scratched at the itchy wool from the stupid Santa hat slumped on your head. Levi carried the same disgruntled expression as you. Unamused at the display, he too watched on as Erwin beamed. As if you sins of last night had been washed away from the holiday cheer, you were baptized in phony smiles.

You couldn’t sleep. And it weighed heavy on your face. Haunted by your own failure, stuck in the middle of the two in their not so big mattress, you glared at the ceiling. Levi barely slept as well, assigning himself to night watch. Though, you were too tired to do anything. You didn’t twitch, just crossed your arms over your chest like in death and let yourself be the corpse they will find come morning.

To your misfortune, life still had plenty of plans left with you.

Erwin woke up like he had the best sleep of his life, and maybe he did knowing full well you were going nowhere. You were stuck. Leaning over, he had kissed your cheek and huskily rumbled, “I have a surprise down stairs.”

You secretly hoped that they were both would finally be done with you, but you didn’t get your hopes too high. Levi got up as well, mouth pursed. Gingerly, he helped you out of the bed and gave you the crutches. Before he could open his mouth to instruct how to use them, you attempted to travel away from him. Guilt just barely presented itself in his body language and you refused to see it. He made his bed as he did yours.

Neither men left you be. Despite the crutches handed to you, you were still immobile. Any move you made, they were quick to follow. No one let you out of their eye-line for a second. To avoid the theatrics, Levi knew you would pull to try and go down stairs yourself, he stole the crutches and had Erwin carry you down the steps. And Erwin did it with a smile.

A chill had you shiver. To avoid any repeats of you slipping anything from under clothes, you lost privileges to any semblance of warmth. Crossing your arms over your breasts so your pebbled nipples wouldn't show, you were clad in only panties and a thin, tight camisole. Under other circumstances you could have welcomed the warmth Erwin provided but you would take going back into the winding, wintry woods over this.

It had snowed again over night. An almost iridescent, pale glow strewn in from the windows as the sun bounced of the snow. Rounding the corner, Erwin had set up the Christmas tree with a dozen presents. He was more giddy than you.

Placing you down on the couch, he buzzed around. Picking up the hat that you were just picking at, he put it on you like you were a doll.

He handed one to Levi.

Levi pulled his lip back in disgust, “what do you want me to do with this?”

“Wear it,” Erwin shook the red and white wool to emphasis his point.

“I’m not fucking wearing that.”

Before Levi could protest more, he shoved it on the man’s head like he did you. Levi stared at him with a deadly scowl, but Erwin merely smiled and carried on.

“Let’s open presents.”

Erwin grabbed one of the smaller ones under the tree and put in your lap. Blankly, you stared at the box. Glancing upwards, Erwin hovered over you and nodded his head to the present, impatient. Warily you dug your nails into the candy cane stripped wrapping. Ripping filled the room as you pulled apart the paper. You were faced with packaging for a doll you remember from your childhood. It was something you always wanted, but your family couldn’t afford. Longing and anger prickled your skin.

“Do you like it?” Erwin asked as you only stared at the smiling face, it mocking you.

Silently, you nodded and set it aside. Not addressing your silence—you hadn’t spoke since last night—he grabbed the next box.

A flash of light had you wince. Blinking with your one good eye, Erwin had a camera he slowly dropped off his face with a frown. Coming closer, he leaned over and grabbed your jaw. Turning it to the left, he got a better look at your gnarly bruise.

Tilting his head, he spoke to Levi, “you ruined her pretty face.”

“She’ll live.”

Erwin went back to you and hummed. Dragging his thumb against your cheekbone, you winced at the sore, dull pain it brought. He kept staring at your aching eye, still swollen shut.

“I supposed so.”

Present after present, you were gifted with toys more fitting for a little girl than a woman in her early twenties. Though, what stung the most was the night light he had gifted. It was the same exact one from your childhood that you carried with you well into adulthood. It was a spinning projector that graced your room with warm stars. It had stopped working and you were always too broke to splurge on buying a new one.

You wanted to throw it. Instead, you place it on the ground and picked at the velcro of your brace. There was only one last present left, it was smaller than the rest. Crouching down, Erwin grabbed it with a knowing smile.

“Here sweetheart, we saved the best for last.”

Swallowing, foreboding built in your tense throat. Breathing out a shaky exhale, you ripped open the wrapping that had a pink background with white puppies. You were greeted with a blank box, whatever it was, it wasn’t in it original packaging.

“Open it.” Levi commanded, breaking his silence.

Lifting your eyes, you glanced at him from under your lashes. The same glower had not left his face. Whatever guilt he may have will not absolve him of his anger. He knew you deserve what’s coming for you.

Going back to the present, you lifted the lid. You pushed the box off your lap and scrambled away. The new shock collar clattered onto the floor. Using the arm of the couch as leverage, you attempted to lift yourself upwards.

Erwin was quick to gather up the collar and place his knee into your stomach, planting you back into the cushions. Frantically, your arms swung out to get him off you. Whining and borderline hissing, you kicked at him with your good leg. Dodging your swipes, Erwin threaded the collar around your throat. Using the buckle, he pulled it tight around the column. The prongs of the battery pack dug deep into the side of your neck.

Growling, you jumped upwards and slashed Erwin across the face with your nails.

“Fuck!” Erwin stumbled backwards and cradled his left eye.

Free of his oppressive weight, you scrambled off the couch and run for the mudroom. Using the furniture as a crutch, you limped away, more beast than man. Impassively, Levi watched you stumble away.

In a matter of seconds you were at the threshold. Passing over the door frame, you reach for the knob, the primal instinct to flee clouding your mind.

Your screech pierced the air. Collapsing on the ground, you convulsed as pins and needles stabbed all over your seizing body. Going for the collar, you clawed at your throat to get the damn thing off. Your fingers started to lock up as the bolts of electricity continued.

Levi leisurely walked over you. Squatting down, he hovered you as he watched drool start to foam and slip off your agape lips. He simply watched.

A croak breached your throat as you went to beg him to make it stop, just please making stop. The corners of your vision darkened.

“Do you finally get it?”

A squeak was all you could offer.

Your lips tingled at the lack of oxygen. As your eyes were rolling back, Levi deemed you had learned your lesson and tugged you away from the door frame. Merely five feet away from the entrance, you gasped for air. Sucking all you could, you leaned to the side and coughed. Bile touched the back of your tongue.

Levi grabbed you by the arm, his thumb purposely digging into the wound. You cried out from the pain, tears and snot and drool coating your visage.

“Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Levi hauled you back onto the couch, apathetic to your gagging. Erwin’s stomping down the hall drowned out your own agony. He cursed under his breath, slamming cabinets in what you assumed was the bathroom.

Levi snapped his fingers in front of your face, “quit spacing out.”

Your head lulled to the side as you couldn’t gather your bearings. Grabbing your shoulder, he pulled you upright.

“I don’t think I need to explain to you that the mudroom is off limits. Going to the sun room will give the same results. Thanks to your stupidity we know now that you need a tighter leash.”

You whined at his voice, a headache was forming.

“You did this to yourself, remember that.”

Erwin came back, graced with three slashes that dragged mostly over his cheek bone, stopping at his nose. The area shone from the sticky ointment slathered onto it. In his hands he carried a pair of nail clippers. A cold expression graced his visage as he made his way to you. Sitting on the couch, he grabbed you by the waist and plopped you on his lap.

“I think it’s time we cut your nails, hmm?”

Gripping onto your hand, he placed it into his palm and brought the clippers to your pointer finger. You tugged at his hold, left leg flailing. Letting go of his hold, Erwin’s hand shot up and wrenched your head backwards.

He seethed into your ear, “fucking knock it off. I’m at my wit’s end with you, girl, this is me being kind. Don’t make me do something you will regret.”

Doomed, you nodded your head to placate him. Nodding his head as well, he released you. More gentle, he grabbed your hand. One by one he clipped your nails to nail bed. A couple times he had nicked you but he ignored your whimpers. Brushing your hair back, Erwin kissed the top of your head, content.

Your skin still burned.

Chapter Text

The Christmas tree was still up. These days you don’t do much besides lay on the couch and stare at the lights. Erwin was bound to take it down soon, the pine needles were drying up despite how much he watered the dying tree.

A new year had come. Though the countdown was nothing more than background noise. Still you stared at the soft, colorful lights.

Your knee was healing well—or at least, that’s what Levi would mutter to himself. Levi no longer really spoke to you and more at you. He probably got sick of speaking to himself since you wouldn’t respond. You hadn’t said a word in about two weeks.

Erwin was persistent in his efforts. Treating you like a baby, he would shake stuffed animals in your face to entrance you but you simply glanced to the other side, back to the lights. What was the point? You were stuck here.

The living room was still besides the TV raging on. Erwin was watching some action movie, sitting on the couch with your legs elevated on his lap. Levi had been half paying attention, more focused on whatever was on his phone.

A knock on the front door had both Erwin and Levi perking up like dogs. Slowly, Erwin removed your legs from his lap. Getting up, he strode over to the window. Pushing the curtain to the side, he scowled.

“Put her in some clothes and take off the collar.”

Levi got up as well with a confused expression. “Why?”

“We have a visitor,” Erwin seethed.

Springing into action, Levi came over to your blank form. Their conversation was muffled, like you were sinking deeper underwater. As the collar was snapped free from your throat, its lingering presence was still imprinted, heavy.

Racing to the laundry room, Levi went to grab you shorts and a sweater. They did not have the time to go through the trouble of putting pants on. With fervor, he came back with white shorts and a pink sweater with a kitten stitched in the middle. Like a doll, he maneuvered your body to slip the clothes on.

As your head popped out the sweater, whoever was at the door knocked again. Time was up. Gliding to the door, Erwin swung it up as Officer Zeke stood there, prepared to knock again.

“Hello, Officer Zeke, what do I owe the pleasure?”

Your ears perked as the name. Levi tugged at the collar of the sweater, bringing your attention to him.

“Don’t.” He mouthed.

You stared back.

Levi clicked his tongue at you and shifted his weight to stand back up on his feet.

“Nothing really. We got a call about some abnormal activity in the area and wanted to just do a routine check,” Zeke’s voice carried from the front door. “Do you mind if I come in?”

Erwin smiled and tilted his body away from the door, “not at all.”

With a heavy, confident stride, Zeke walked right into the home. His eyes bounced from the kitchen and then to where Levi stood by the couch, arms crossed. They slid over to where you sat, gears whirling in your head. His gaze bored straight into you, as if searching for something.

“What activity are you talking about… Officer,” Levi questioned, tone already over this visit.

“Levi,” Erwin scolded, wanting to be more cordial.

Zeke waved the taller man off and turned his focus back to Levi. “It’s nothing serious. The neighbors were just concerned since they saw foot prints outside their house and their dogs kept barking even after they came home. Thought that strange figure from months ago came back. Just wanted to check if you guys saw something as well.”

Erwin pretended to think before responding with a shake of his head, “we haven’t seen anything at all.”

“That's good to hear.” Zeke nonchalantly walked further into the living, almost mesmerized by the Christmas tree and lack of decor. Shifting his back to you, he tilted his head. He picked apart the fading black eye, the shorts revealing the brace, and the crutches. “Are you alright, Ms. L/n?”

You blinked, “you remember my name.”

His lip quirked, “I have a surprisingly good memory.”

“She slipped,” Erwin explained to Zeke.

Levi continued on, “it was a hiking accident. Brat wasn’t paying attention.”

"I'm sure she can speak for herself." Zeke kept his focus on solely on you. The other men in the room were background noise as he stared at you anticipation. Those clear eyes bored so deep into yours as if he was seeing right through you.

Gulping, you glanced at Levi and Erwin. Words whizzed past you in your mind. Phrases of begging for help, to do anything. Though, the ache in your knee and eyes subsided whatever fight built back up. You couldn't do it. And you knew you were disappointing not just yourself, but Zeke, too.

Fiddling with your fingers, you mumbled towards the ground, "yeah an accident."

Zeke made no face to indicate whether your words had any affect on him. Turning away from you, he smiled at Levi. “There have been a lot of accidents going on recently in this household, wouldn’t you say, Mr. Ackerman?”

Lip twitching, Levi clicked his tongue towards the officer.

Erwin gave a polite chortle to cut the tension. “You can say that again. Lately, we have all been very accident prone but it makes it not dull.”

Zeke laughed with him, “I can imagine having a puppy doesn’t help either. Speaking of, where is it?”

“Oh it’s shy,” Erwin was quick to excuse, “doesn’t really like visitors. I’m sorry if you were excited to see it.”

“That’s fine. Well, if there was no sightings near you guys, then I think my job is done. If you guys see anything, let me know.”

Pulling out an item from his pocket, Zeke leaned over and handed a business card right to you. Shaking, you grabbed the card as he didn’t break eye contact. “Just in case.” He hadn't given up on you just yet.

Standing back up, Zeke passed both Erwin and Levi back into the mudroom. Erwin followed close behind and opened the door for the officer.

“Have a wonderful day.”

“You too, Mr. Smith.” And with that he left with a click of the lock.

Before you could even think of slipping the card between the couch cushions, Erwin stomped over and ripped it out of your hands. Anger rolled off him as he took off down the hall and slammed his office door shut. You flinched as the walls rattled and moaned.

Levi came over and sat beside you. Sighing out, he patted you on the head, foregoing how you flinched again at his hand. Leaning his elbows on his thighs, he let his head hang while rubbing away the incoming headache. "You did good."

You didn't want to be good, though something burning warm bloomed in your chest.

Chapter Text

Thin branches cut into the pliant flesh of your cheeks. The air was harsher. Cold bit into your lungs as the flurries of snow swirled around you. Your legs were heavy and achy traversing the thick terrain. Hands scrambling to reach for anything, you propelled yourself forward. The naked trees closed in on you like intertwined fingers. Dull light of dusk guided you, the world shrouded in monochrome.

Harsh breaths mixed with your frantic footfalls cut through the silence of the woods. Something lurked behind you somewhere in the shadows. It loomed and lingered. You were being hunted. Your bones ached for rest but you needed out. The neighbor’s house was miles away now and you were running blind until you hit either a road or another home.

The desolate woods were anything but. Snow muffled the forest and the lack of wildlife should have sent such a lonely ache in your chest, but what lurked reminded you were prey. His steps were slow and methodical, but he still kept in pace with you.

Your foot caught on a root. Snow and soil penetrated your mouth. Spattering out the filth, your frostbitten fingers dug into the dirt to get up. Your limbs were heavy and uncoordinated. Raising on your elbows, you crawled and squirmed. Just get up, get the fuck up.

“Found you.” His voice cut through your panic.

With his foot he twisted you onto your back and planted it right on your shoulder. You have been here before. You cried as it laid out all the same. Levi stood above you, his face blank as he regarded your pathetic form.

“Did you have your fun?”

Sobbing, you shook your head. This was never fun. You just didn’t want to die.

He was eerily quiet, that anger from before evaporated. This was wrong. Levi lifted his foot from your shoulder and yet you couldn’t move. You couldn’t fight back. The scissors were gone from your pocket. Stomping a foot on your ankle, he pressed down on your right leg.

“Keep still. You don’t want me to miss.”

Huh?

Looking towards Levi, the light left him in shadow. Raising his arms over his head, an axe was clutched between his hands. Staring straight towards your leg, he didn’t spare you a glance. The air was cut by the blade.

He swung down until it hit bone.

He detached from your knee down from the rest of your body. Blood splattered on both you and him, tainting the snow red. Screams bellowed through the woods as black swirled. Your throat ached as you didn’t stop. Clawing up into the air, you shot up.

Scrambling for anything, you looked at your hands to see blankets under you.

“Whats wrong?” His concerned voice had you screech once more.

Crawling backwards, you fell onto the carpeted floor. You winced as your leg was twisted at an odd angle. Throwing off the blanket that came with you, you saw the brace. Sobbing had your body stuttering as you clutched onto your intact leg. Tears warped your vision. Levi’s face was blurry. The bedroom came back in view rather than the snowy woods.

“Y/n?” Levi got off the bed to crouch beside you.

Whining while shaking your head, you pulled yourself from him. Bile rose in your throbbing windpipe. The scent of cold pierced your nostrils. Snow flakes clung to his inky hair. Turning to the side, you vomited. Like the blood, it splashed on your clothes and legs.

Frantically, Levi lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. His brows were pitched upwards as he flipped on the shower. The concern was so superficial, surface level. Scrubbing away your self inflicted filth would never cleanse you of his swill. Staring wide-eyed at your leg bare of the brace, the stain wouldn’t leave. The dream stuck to you like old gum. You were going to die in this house.

~*~

Maybe it was the guilt, but Levi left you alone for the rest of the day. He sat you on the couch and put on a show he knew you enjoyed. Their words were gibberish as the barren expression wouldn’t leave your face. He left you to your own devices because ultimately what could you do? The collar laid heavy on your throat.

Your mind wandered to nothing and everything at the same time. Zeke visited some odd days ago with no sign of him coming back. Erwin and Levi were nonchalant to his presence after he left. No indication was made that something followed after him. You were disappointed.

The card rolled around in your brain like a squirming parasite. Erwin must have dumped it in his office since he stormed off to it right after. Trash day hadn’t happened yet. Levi was in the laundry room. An ache in your leg prodded at you.

You weren’t going to die here.

Slowly you grabbed for the crutch. Planting it under your arm, you heaved yourself upwards. Taking the other one, you started to hobble yourself further. They clacked against the floor, but you disregard it. You could just signal you were heading to the bathroom. Coming out the threshold of the living room, you peered down the hall to where Levi was. The dryer was going. He kept the door open but you didn’t let it deter you.

Staying straight, you teetered down the hall to Erwin’s office. The door was already ajar. With your impairment he mustn’t be worried of you getting into something you weren’t supposed to. Well, jokes on him. Pressing the crutch into your side by your elbow, you pushed the door further open. Readjusting the crutch, you crossed further into the room. Rounding the desk, you searched for the trash. By the other side of the desk sat said metal knitted bin. Bending down, you rummaged through the different papers crumpled up. At the bottom sat the torn card. Swiping the multiple pieces, you placed them on the desk.

Standing on one foot, you scrambled them back together until you were able to read Zeke’s number. Staring down at the puzzle stitched paper, you thought back to that time months ago when you heard the phone ring in Erwin’s office. Head swiveling around the room, to the left of you was a wooden counter paired with a bookshelf. Sitting on it was the old landline phone. Reaching over, you grabbed the crutch along with the business card. Taking the couple steps, you once more leaned the crutch against the wall. Arranging the pieces once more, you grabbed the phone.

Anxiety rushed through you. Picking it up and hold it to your ear, you sighed in relief as you heard the distant static. It was still operational. Phone still in hand, you leaned over and typed in the first three digits of Zeke’s phone number.

A door slamming had you drop the phone with a jump. The plastic clattered against the wood. Spinning around with wild eyes, you gawked straight at Levi who stood at the frame. Faintly the dial tone carried through the room as you grabbed the crutch and tried to make a break for the window. Levi stomped further into the room. You weren’t going to make it in time.

Eyes glancing at the desk, you spied Erwin’s fountain pen. Jumping forward, you swiped it. The crutches clattered onto the floor. Levi grabbed you by the shoulder with a snarl. Pen in hand, you drove it downward ready to hit him in the chest. He snatched your wrist with ease, matching your scowl. Curling your lip upwards, you cupped your fisted hand to apply more force. Advancing closer, Levi leaned into you until your hips hit the edge of the desk.

You didn’t relent and struggled against him. Grabbing onto your face, he pushed you so your back hit the table top. Like an animal with its belly exposed, you lifted your good leg up and kicked into his hip. Pulling away slightly, you angled the sharp tip closer to his face. Levi leaned down so it was inches away from his cheek bone. From over your hand, your face pinched into a struggling scowl. Latching your teeth onto the meat of his hand, the pen in your hand were inches from his heaving chest. Your whole body quaked against his strength. Screeching in primal agony, you released his hand from your incisors.

Your hands shook in his grasp. Even with all your might, you couldn’t even reach his most vital points. Screaming again this time in defeat, you could only watch as he won the struggle. Wrist still in hand, he planted it against the desk beside your head. Your leg flopped down as he released your face and rested his hand right above your shoulder. Though you refused to let go of the pen. Tear pilled in your eyes as you continued to glower despite your quivering lips.

“I hate you!”

He leaned further, breath fanning against your face, meeting your glare. “How much? Is your hatred enough?”

You could only sneer, understanding exactly what he meant. Is your hatred truly enough to get the job done? Enough to kill him or at least take out an eye? You would hope so, but after being so easily subdued, your confidence waned.

Turning your head to the side, you watched the phone hanging down by the cord, the beeping ringing in the room.

“You were being so good.”

You refused to answer. There was no reason to speak, they wouldn’t listen. Pleading and bargaining and screaming your hatred would fall upon deaf ears. They would hear what they wanted to. Why waste your breath?

Levi snitched his hand harder around your wrist. “Shitty brat, I’m speaking to you. Why did you do that?”

Scowling further, you sniffled.

“Fine be like that. Just wait until Erwin gets home.”

You continued to be silent even as Levi went to the phone and ripped the thin cord from the wall. Swiping the discarded business card and phone, he dropped them into the trash. Vindictively, he left you on the desk and took the bin with him.

~*~

Biting the inside of your cheek, you were back on the couch. Levi had dragged you back to the living room, taking the crutches with him once you were dumped on the couch. A slamming of a closet door down the hall answered your question of why he took them.

Coming back in the room, he sat on the coffee table to face you. He leaned towards you and rested his elbows on his thighs. Stapling his fingers over his mouth, Levi scowled at you. No words were exchanged.

Strangely, you were empty. The usual dread or anguish from a failed attempt sunk nowhere in your body. There was a chasm where emotions should be, where anger should be. Meeting his eyes, you were a husk. Hope was something long forgotten. You were surely going to be punished for this, but you could care less. It was oddly freeing not to care. None of it mattered. The cycle would repeat until one of them grew bored. And at this point, you were praying for it. Feening for it, because you have.

You were bored.

Levi narrowed his eyes. He searched into you, but he would find nothing. Nothing of value anyway. They have won, you had nothing else to give.

“Say something, brat.”

A tired gaze greeted him back. God, you were so tired especially of that fucking expression on his face. Like he was worried that they finally gone too far. Turning your attention to the brace, you picked at the velcro. The bone would never be the same, you could already tell.

Erwin’s car pulling into the driveway had Levi break the staring contest. You scratched at the brace with your head down. Getting up from his spot, he went to greet Erwin at the door. Tension already hung in the air. Rustling was heard from the mudroom as he stripped himself of his wool trench coat and scarf. Levi stood at the entrance with his arms crossed.

“She snuck into your office.”

Erwin paused as he put his coat away, not facing Levi.

“And she tried to call that shitty officer,” Levi continued.

Nodding his head, Erwin closed the closet and toed off his shoes. Putting them upon the rack to appease the already agitated Levi, he raised slowly. Crossing past Levi, he gave him a cold look from the corner of his eye.

“I know.”

You stopped picking at the fabric. Raising your eyes upwards, you listened further as they both walked in. Like a missile, Erwin honed in on you. He crossed the room and stood over you. His face was obstructed by the back lighting. The devil wore a rumpled dress shirt and socks. Homely and comfortable in the wake of his own evil.

“You were doing so good,” Erwin started with a mean scowl causing his nose to be more pronounced. “And yet, time and time again you won’t listen. And what was it this time? What made you set yourself back to where we have to do something none of us want to do? Why do you make us hurt you?”

He got no response. You raised your eyes to glare him down.

His nostrils flared. Grabbing onto your jaw, he crouched down to bellow, “speak!”

Your silence was driving them both mad. Erwin jostled you, but you merely stared back. Levi placed a hand on Erwin’s arm to reel him in. Erwin turned his head up towards Levi who shook his head. Erwin let you go. There was no use.

Letting his head hang, Erwin sighed. He nodded to himself before going back to you. “Levi’s right. You cannot be reasoned with. You did this to yourself, little girl, you will get no more sympathy from me.”

Clutching onto your leg, Erwin ripped off the velcro of the brace. You winced as he tugged it off your leg. Your heart picked up speed as you waited for them to dislocate your knee all over again. With a whine, you shrunk away. Ignoring you, Erwin scooped you up in his arms. Your knee throbbed from being free, but it was a dull ache. A manageable ache.

Levi followed as he carried you to the basement door. Digging your nails into your palms, your breathing picked up. Wildly you glanced up at Erwin and the door. You in his arms, he opened the door with ease. The hinges creaked in a slow, grating melody. Darkness beckoned you into its depths.

Reaching around, Levi flipped on the lights. Body bobbing with each of Erwin’s steps, he was slow and methodical. He drew it out as he lumbered down, down, down. Step by step by step the basement showed more of itself to you. The air was still and hungry. It had been waiting for you.

Crossing over the couch, Erwin set you upon it. He pointed at you as he walked away, “strip.”

Levi’s brow furrowed and went after him, not sparing you a glance. They knew you wouldn’t—or rather couldn’t—run away.

Hushed words were exchanged. They both walked into the closet gathering up what was needed. You stayed still. It could be a silent rebellion as you didn’t listen, but you knew yourself better than that. You were paralyzed. Hands shaking, vomit built in your throat. You didn’t want to be here, you wanted to go home.

Staring wide-eyed at your leg, you poked at it. Blood filled your brain as the sound of flesh being separated from flesh replayed over and over. Digging your nails into your knee, the sharp pain as your bone creaked reminded you, you were here. But was that any better?

“What are you doing?”

You snapped your head up to Erwin. Blood was caked under your fingernails. The skin had broke. Grappling onto your wrist, Erwin glared at you in such an inquisitive way.

“What is up with you?”

Pulling your arm away, Erwin clamped down tighter. He coldly regarded you. Choosing to leave it be with a grumble under his breath, he tugged off your thin shirt and underwear himself. You shivered as your last piece of protection exposed you more to the cool air.

Picking you up, Erwin walked over to the other side of the room with intent. Levi stood by the spanking bench. You whined as you approached closer. It had been months. From between everything, you had forgotten the night Erwin left you down here to rot. Coming closer, you started to struggle. Pushing against his chest, you wriggled with increasing whimpers. Erwin hugged you tighter, but you were insistent.

“No!” You screeched.

Erwin shifts you in his hold to lay you down on the bench, bent over the edge. This time your legs were straight. The kneeling pad was tucked so you weren’t sat on your knee. Bending behind you, Erwin grabbed the cuffs.

Twisting around, you tugged your good leg out of his grip. “No, no, no!”

He wrestled the leg into position while gritting out, “stand fucking still.”

Levi came in, gathering your wrists up in his hand and slamming them on the leather padding. Your cries increased as Levi brought one of your arms to the cuff. Tears and sweat glistened on your face. Threading your hand through the loop, Levi stayed stern.

Finally scared for what was to come, you were bent down and clamped your teeth down on Levi’s forearm with intent to draw blood. Ripping his arm away with a growl, he slapped you with an audible crack. More animal than human, you kept tugging at your restraints with a booming shrill.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

Standing from the floor, Erwin came around and buckled the last cuff for your left wrist. Levi could only stare at you with a pinched expression, clutching on his arm. He inspected it to see nothing more than teeth imprints. Glancing up at Erwin, they both contemplating what to make of you. Your screeches mere static to them both.

Erwin turned his attention back to you, writhing on the bench, hiccuping and sobbing. His face twitched as you rested your forehead down, proclaiming your hatred. He hated seeing you like this. About to open his mouth, Levi cut him off.

Wrapping the strap around your waist so you were immobile, he cinched the belt tight. “We keep going.”

“Levi, I-”

“We keep going,” his voice carried a darker tone, face tight.

Looking downwards, Levi made eye contact with you. You, fully bound, he wanted to make clear just how powerless you really were. Nothing you want to do would compare to what he will do.

Coming to stand behind you, he gripped your hips and pulled you further back. Due to the restraints, your pussy was on full display. His fingers dipped down, and run up and down your slit. You attempted to wiggle away, but you were stuck. The restraints so tight you were unable to lift your head up. Something small and smooth pressed against your clit. It was cold as Levi adjusted it to stay glued to the bundle of nerves.

The rustling of clothes were heard behind you as Levi unbuttoned and zipped down his jeans. Placing a hand on your head, he smooshed your face into the leather.

He tapped his cockhead against your hole. You whimpered as he started to bully his way inside. Burning surrounded your pussy from the lack of prep. You weren’t even wet. Levi hissed behind you. Your pussy wrapped around him too tight. Uncaring towards your pain, he continued to push inside. Tears streaked down the bridge of your nose. They splashed on the bench.

Wrapping his hand around the strap around your waist, striping across your back, he began his brutal thrusts. Your body naturally produced wetness to grow more accustomed to his cock. A soft humming filled the room. Whining out, the thing on your clit was tiny bullet vibrator that gently buzzed against you.

He dug his fingernails into your scalp. Using you like you were a toy, Levi fucked into you full force. His hips smacked against your hips as he plowed into your cunt. The vibrators weren’t enough to give your real pleasure but enough to get your pussy sloppy. Levi didn’t care if you came, just that he could fuck you without getting friction burn. As cruel as he was the first week in this damned place, you were just a means to an end. A new pet needing to learn discipline. You were nothing to him.

Staring out in the room, you let your mind stay blank. All that progress just to land right back to the start. This time Levi would never grow soft, not again. And Erwin knew all your tricks, now.

Digging your nails in the leather, you left your mark. You glanced as the cuff to see the imprints of your teeth. Every corner of this home was tainted by the memory of the naive you. The prideful, the stubborn, the fervent you. All that pain to be in the same place.

No sound left you as Levi came deep in your pussy. You felt so used as the vibrator didn’t stop. Slipping out of your hole, Levi released your head and the belt. The breath you were holding released. There wasn’t any lingering touch or reassuring pat. He left your body as coldly as he fucked you. So monotone, like you bored him.

Hiccuping out a cry, you pinched your eyes closed as you missed his warmth. Levi seemed to paused, but your mind must be playing tricks on you. Erwin came behind you instead. His large, scalding hot hands clamped down your waist. Touching you, caressing you without any sterileness. Though, it brought you no comfort. He touched you like his skin wanted to swallow you whole. It hungered, too.

Pulling a hand away, Erwin pressed his own cock against your hole. Gathering up some of Levi’s cum that dribbled out, he pushed it back inside with his cockhead. Moaning out, Erwin thrust himself deep in your cunt. Levi had already fucked a pathway for him so he abandoned patience. Your walls stretched further to begrudgingly welcome him inside. You winced as he bumped against your cervix.

Tilting his hips, he brushed against your g-spot. Squeaking out, Erwin grunted as you clamped down on him. Shifting his hold to your hips, he forced himself deeper and deeper. His balls clapped against the little bullet, pressing it harder into your clit.

No better than Levi, Erwin thrust into you like a cock sleeve, not caring about bringing you closer to the edge. Your body was a means to an end. You were there for his pleasure. Something to dump his cum into. So his false reassurances with lingering touches only made it worse. Pumping his cock a few more times, Erwin followed suit. His cum mixed with Levi’s. Standing over you, his large chest expanded and depressed with each labored breath.

Rubbing a hand against your back, you kept your eyes on the stairs wishing you were anything but here. You waited for Erwin to depart and them release you. They got their fill. They proved that you were weaker than them. You stood no chance.

Though as Erwin’s cock softened, he stayed in your cunt. The dragging of something heavy rung out behind you. You whimpered. Erwin shushed you and pet your hair.

Departing from your body, Erwin’s warmth left you exposed. Whatever that sat behind you was dragged closer. Your heart raced as a silicone, bulbous tip pressed against your hole. Shifting upwards, you tried to run away from the fake cock behind you. You didn’t like this.

“No,” you cried out as your eyes bounced around the room from your limited view.

Erwin came in sight. Brushing your hair off your face, he spoke, “don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Staring up at him like he was your god, you shook your head.

Bending down, he glared, “you don’t get to refuse. Be good and it will be over sooner rather than later.”

Shaking your head in refusal, you tensed as the vibrations were kicked up a couple notches. A pleasant shiver went up your spine from the stimulation. Reluctantly, you moaned. The whirling of a machine starting up buzzed from behind. Pressed against your hole, the thick cockhead slowly breached.

It was bigger than both Erwin and Levi, pushing you past your limits. It felt even bigger than when they were both inside. Sinking further in, the machine had no regard for your comfort. Thrusting into you in an agonizing drawl, each bump and curve could be felt. Squelching filled the room as the cock shoved their mixed cum deeper into you, using it as lube.

Further and further it went, bullying its way to your cervix. It was so big, it pressed right against the spongy spot deep in your cunt. After what felt like hours, the backing of the toy hit against the vibrator. Just as slow as it fucked into you, it slid out until just the head sat in your clenching pussy.

Your chest rose erratically from the apprehension. Breasts squished against the bench, you gasp as it punched back into you. Gone was the laggard thrusts. The machine pounded your hole with no forgiveness. Your body jostled against the bench, your nipples dragging against the sticky leather.

Each thrust hit right against your g-spot. You were unable to contain your moans. They spilled out in the room. Drool pooled under your parted mouth as you cried. You were no match. In record time, you were at the edge. Spilling cum all over the cock, you whimpered.

Though, its thrusts kept at the same pace. It continued even through your orgasm, not caring as you instantly became too sensitive.

“N-no,” you slurred out, knowing they were both still in the room.

Erwin came back into view, “does it hurt, baby?”

Eyes glimmering with tears, you nodded your head.

“You want us to make it stop?”

More rapidly you nodded your head. The thrusts kept going and you could feel the end nearing.

“Apologize and tell us how you’re going to be such a good girl from now on.”

You whined and clenched your eyes as another orgasm washed over you. Your brain was a jumbled mess as you tried to focus on Erwin’s words.

“Can you say it?”

“No,” you whined, unable to speak.

Sloppy, wet sounds filled the room rather than the words Erwin and Levi wanted to hear. The machine picked up speed as it fucked into you harder. Silicone balls papped against your sit spots. Your toes curled from the overstimulation.

Levi grabbed a fist full of your hair and bent over to your level, “are you fucked stupid already?”

“No,” you whined out, dazed and unfocused.

“Is that the only thing you know how to say?”

“I h-hate you.”

He reared your head back and seethed in your ear. “Keeping going like this and I will let this thing fuck your ass raw.”

You cried out as the vibrations started to become painful. Nothing processed in your brain as you tumbled towards the end again. Thin liquid squirted out your pussy. It was all too much.

“I- I-” You began, not even knowing what you were trying to say.

“Say it.”

The machine’s thrusts became laggard. The buzzing wouldn’t let off your abused clit, but the pounding lunges were more of a gentle rock. All you could do was take it.

“Tell us what a good girl you are,” Erwin’s voice rung in your blurry mind.

You rubbed your cheek against the bench in a weak attempt at shaking your head.

“Don’t you want to be a good bitch for us?”

The bullet followed the machine to a small rumble, barely anything on your throbbing clit. You whined wanting more, but thankful for the reprieve. Your body laid heavy as your hips chased after the thick cock, fucking yourself in time. Walls spasming, your cunt could barely clench down from the mere stretch.

The cock pressed deep in you, coming to a complete stop. It sat heavy in your walls. Buzzing ceased against your clit as well. You whined as you wiggled your hips, body craving more. Everything boggled together. You wanted it to stop and yet you want more.

Levi cut into the air, “you want more?”

“Tell Daddy what a good puppy you are and it will start again.”

You were hazy as your tongue sat heavy in your mouth. “Daddy,” was all you could whimper out.

Erwin hummed, “you’re so close.”

The machine start up again, the cock dragging out of your pussy until it popped out. Your hips wiggled to chase after it. Coated in your slick and their cum, the cock slipped right back into you. It slipped from your hole down to your clit. It stayed at a crawling pace.

“Speak, brat.”

You whined as your fingers fanned, grappling for any morsel of reality.

“I’m- I am…” You trailed off as the tiny bullet buzzed once more.

“Come on, what are you?”

Blinking away the haze, you stared up at the two men who stood above you. Their imposing forms swallowed up the room. All you could see was them. Your whole world was them.

Tipping towards the edge again, you whined out a weak, “puppy.”

Erwin nearly smiled, “a puppy? Are you Daddy’s baby or Levi’s puppy?”

You shook your head, not knowing the answer.

“Both,” Levi prompted you, “you’re both.”

Breathing picking up, you nodded your head. “Daddy’s. I’m yours, please- puppy!”

The cock slowed down enough for you to cry out and beg. Thrusting your hips backwards, you needed more until you couldn’t think. You need it, you needed them.

“Please!”

“You got to use full sentences, princess.”

Searching through your mind for the words, you grinded down on the cock, wishing for more. For anything to make it stop.

“I’m Daddy’s little girl,” you finally spoke out.

The cock fucked back into you again with full vigor. Crying out, you stuttered out more garbled words. Gazing at Levi, you wanted—no, needed—to appease him, too.

“I’m your p-puppy.”

He shivered and Erwin’s brow raised in satisfaction.

“Say it again.”

“I’m Daddy’s little girl a-and your puppy,” you spoke through moans.

The vibrator kicked up again to a setting ready to send you over one last night.

“Again.”

“I’m D-daddy’s little girl and your puppy.”

The room spun. Your body jiggled against the bench, nipples rubbing against the leather in a way that sent spikes of pleasure to your clit.

“One more time for us.”

“I’m Daddy’s little girl and your puppy.”

Nothing else mattered. You screamed out, your pussy throbbing as it burst out its last bit of slick. The machine eased back into those lazy thrusts until it finally halted. The vibrator climbing down as well. You jolted and shivered, still babbling.

Coming behind you, Levi popped the cock out of your pussy. Kicking the machine away from you, he kneeled down and undid the ankle cuffs. Erwin was quick to follow suit, unlatching the belt around your waist and the ones binding your wrists.

Letting you come down, Erwin pet your hair as you continued to whine. Levi poked and prodded at your knee. Content that there was nothing he deemed awry, he got up and stood next to you. He offered no other solace than his body brushing against your leg.

Erwin stared down at you, “do you think this time it will stick?”

“I will make sure it does.”

Chapter Text

Blinking awake, you winced at the pain in your right leg. It felt like a whole world sat on the sore joint and it was being high extended. You turned you head to look down, but you saw… nothing. Confusion cleared out of your mind as you realized you couldn’t see.

Trying to turn your head, you had limited range of motion. Your biceps blocked your path as your arms were chained above your head. You were strung up so all your weight rest on your right leg, but the chain was cinched so high, you were on the very tip of your toes to elevate the weight on your bound wrists. The leather cuffs were wrapped tight. A dull ache shot through your just healed leg.

Your good leg was tied to your chest. Columns of ropes circled your thigh and calf to leave you completely open and vulnerable. Body bare of any clothing, with your raised leg, it left your pussy on display. You shivered and whimpered into the cool air.

Body heat permeated from behind you. In your desperation, you tried to twist your body, prey instincts in overdrive, but you only twinged your knee. Cold fingertips brushed against the line of your spine. It left as quick as it came.

The rapping of methodical foot steps circled your body, militant in its gait. A predator observes it prey hung up like meat ready to sink its teeth into. It waits for you to beg to savor the taste of your fear. The pleas heavy on its anticipating tongue, like blood clotting in its mouth.

You sniffled, quaking in fear. Deep in your mind, you knew it was either of the men, but you were disorientated. You had gone to bed softly and so sweetly. You had been so good—or at least that was what you been told.

A hand brushed against your hip and you flinched.

“Don’t run from me,” Levi finally cut into the still room.

Despite not having a gag, you couldn’t speak. Whimpering to him, you leaned into his palm. Putting your head in the jowls of the very beast that craved to feast.

He remained silent. Walking to your back once more, Levi put some distance between you two, leaving you floundering.

You tensed.

An end of something smooth and rounded traced the line from your calf to the top of your thigh. It was thin, maybe the diameter of half an inch. Levi dragged it back down to the pit of your knee, prodding.

Arms growing tired, you started to slouch. Whatever it was rapidly went to your back and poked at the middle of your spine, fixing your posture.

“Sit up straight.”

You whined in response.

“Words, brat.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mumbled, still trying to find your voice.

He didn’t acknowledge your apology. Sighing, he lifted the thing from your back. Smacking it against his palm, your ears perked to decipher what he had in his hand.

“There’s no such thing as bad dogs, only bad owners. This time, you’ll be properly trained.”

Taking what you deduced was a long stick, he slid it across your ass.

“Try not to bite your tongue.”

A whistle carried through the room. Screaming, you hunched as he striked you against the fat of your ass. Pain instantly inflamed over the line of flesh he hit. The cane in his hand was that of bamboo, sturdy but not as dense as wood.

Sobbing openly, your muscles tensed in apprehension. Hanging your head, you shoved your nose into your bicep to muffled your cries. Your chest hiccuped not from the pain, but the confusion. You had been good. You were Daddy’s good girl and Levi’s pliant puppy.

He tapped your hip with the cane, not to hurt but to alert you. “Quit slouching.”

Whining like the beat dog you were, you contorted your spine back to the upright position. Like unfurling a twisted branch, you abandoned the instinct to protect the hurt. Your ligaments sagged.

And Levi abused it. The air cut as he hit against your sit spot, just below the first strike. You bit your cheek to snuff out the squeal. The blindfold grew damp from your tears. It burned and it lingered. He was aiming for this lesson to stick, for the agony to absorb more than skin deep.

A hand came from behind and dug a thumb into the joint of your mandible. Releasing your cheek, your mouth popped open.

“You’re hurting yourself.”

You shook your head no. That wasn’t your intention.

Your throat bobbed as you screamed from the abrupt spike right on the same spot.

“What did we say about no? That is what landed you here and you want to repeat it, brat?”

Everything slid in place. How silly were you to think that this evening was the punishment. It wasn’t enough, it never was. They always wanted more, to break you until you were malleable, little pieces.

Erwin had come home in a mood.

Curling in on yourself, you sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch. Levi had been sitting beside you on the sofa, his knee brushed against your shoulder. It offered no comfort or domestic warmth, just a reminder he was there and you wouldn’t get far. Not like you would run, now.

The brace had been taken off your knee. It had healed somewhat nicely. It was still sore, but you could freely move the appendage. But from having hurting yourself before, you knew the ache would ebb and flow, it never really did leave.

As the door opened, a tension filled the air. Erwin hadn’t greeted from the mudroom. His silence only meant trouble. Your shoulders tensed. He crossed into the room, brushing the remaining snowflakes from his perfectly styled hair.

“Was she good?”

Closing the book he was reading, Levi looked up at Erwin, “I don’t know, you tell me.”

Erwin’s jaw ticked. “Levi.”

“Yes, she was good.”

This had become a pattern. Neither men really addressed you directly anymore. Despite you being in the room or the topic conversation, you were an object to skirt around.

“Good. Let’s eat.”

Food was the last thing on your mind. You had sat the table in your own chair, but Erwin tilted the seat to face him. Dead-eyed you gazed at the grain in the wood. Your mouth would fall open every time Erwin brought the fork up to your lips. The process repeated until your plate was scraped clean. It was the only way they got you to eat.

With gentle hands, you were guided back to the living room. Erwin sat in his recliner while Levi took his spot on the sofa. You kneeled by Erwin’s feet. Dogs aren’t allowed up on the couch. Facing the TV, you rested your cheek on Erwin’s thighs. Pixels danced in front of you, but it was hard to focus on the picture. His fingers stroked the top of your head, lulling you.

“Princess.”

At his call, you lifted your head and looked up at him with such hollow doe eyes.

He cradled your cheek with a small smile, “do you want to be a good girl for daddy?”

Smiling back, you nodded.

“Come here, then.”

Spreading his legs, Erwin grabbed you from under your arms and lifted you to sit between his thighs. Kneeling before him, his knees bracketed your shoulders. Facing his crotch, a bulge was visible in his slacks. Keeping your hands to yourself, you looked up at him, confused on what to do.

His hands went to his button and zipper, undoing them both. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers, hard from feeding you. With no instructions, you leaned closer and planted a kiss.

Erwin hissed before sighing a pleased hum, “eager, baby girl?”

Nuzzling deeper into the bulge, you let that be your answer. You were daddy’s good little girl, weren’t you?

Grabbing a fistful of hair by the base of your skull, he pulled you back. He drank up the hazy expression on your face. Hooking his thumb in the band of his boxers and pants, he dragged them down enough for his cock to spring free. It slapped against his lower stomach, tip almost reaching his navel. It was shiny with pre-cum.

Keeping your head right there, he grabbed his own cock by the base. Tapping the head against your bottom lip, it smeared some of the pre. Your tongue darted out, gathering it up on your palate, brushing against the head.

Done teasing himself and gauging how good you would, he commanded, “open.”

And you were so, so good. Letting your jaw go slack for your daddy, your tongue lolled out. Staring up at him, you waited. Locking gazes, Erwin threaded his cock into your pliant mouth. Suctioning your lips around the head, your tongue swirled around it. Before he could guide the pace, you gave kitten licks to the slit. You pushed the tip of your tongue into the tiny hole.

Erwin shivered.

You moaned in return, happy to make him feel so good. Dragging your head off his cock, with your tongue still out, he tapped his head against it.

“Where did my dirty little girl learn that, hm?”

You blinked in response.

Not really asking for an answer, Erwin brought your mouth back. He didn’t stop at his cockhead. Pushing you further down, you got half way before gagging. He groaned as your throat spasmed around him. He shushed you as he had you push past your gag reflex.

Hands on your lap, you curled your fingers around your thumb to resist the choking. Humming to open your throat up more, Erwin pulled your mouth back to his tip. Trying again, he dragged you down. You coughed as he ignored your tiny gags and gargles. Breaching further into your palate, your nose was shoved into his pelvic bone. His trimmed pubes tickled.

Moaning, your eyes clenched as you repeated swallowed, body not used to the foreign object. Erwin groaned as he bucked up as your throat hugged his cock. Lips suctioned around the base, you started to suck. Your tongue petted against the vein trailing up the back of his cock.

“Fuck!” Erwin couldn’t help growling. “Look at me.”

Blinking back the tears, you gazed upwards at him, starry eyed.

Pulling your head back to halfway, Erwin thrust into your mouth. He fought the smile at your shocked look, eyebrows shooting upwards. You cried at the intrusion. Using your mouth like you were toy, he thrust into your throat while dragging your head up and down.

Spit dribbled from your lips onto his balls. Pulling off his cock, Erwin guided you to his sack. Nosing down his shaft, you popped on his balls into your palate and gently suckled. Pumping his cock, he watched as you salivated all over him. They were velvet and firm, filled with cum that begged to coat your face and tongue.

Switching to the other side, you gave kitten licks so coyly in the way he likes.

“You were made for this,” Erwin groaned.

Pulling you off, he guided his cock back into your mouth. Thoroughly cover in your spit, wet sounds surround the room. Getting used to his size, you didn’t gag nearly as much. Little coughs would escape but it only excited Erwin more. Losing all rhythm, he fucked up into you with hiccuping thrusts.

Pushing your head all the way until your nose was smooshed against his pubes, he flooded your mouth with his cum. Hissing out, he gritted his teeth as you repeatedly swallowed, drinking up every last drop he gave. You hummed against his overworked cock, pleased to have him filling your tummy.

His hand came to cradle your cheek as you suckled on his still erect cock. Your mind floated away. You kept your gaze on him, lids low with content.

“You like sucking on daddy’s cock like it’s your paci?”

Humming out, you nodded, nuzzling further into his palm. You were daddy’s good girl. Erwin’s cock gave a few more spurts of cum. With nothing left to give, he weaned you off.

His softening cock pulled from your lips with a lewd pop! Letting go of your hair, he pet your head. Leaning your head back on his thigh, you watched as he tucked his cock back into his pants. Picking you up, Erwin sat you sideways on his lap. Kissing your forehead, he smiled so so warmly at you. You preened from his affection.

“I’m daddy’s good girl.”

He grinned, “yes you are. Do you want to keep being good?”

You nodded.

“Levi wants you to be good for him, too.”

Turning your focus off Erwin, you drank in Levi. He had been silently observing the whole time, arms crossed with legs spread. A visible bulge sat in his pants, obviously affected by watching you both. But you didn’t want Levi. Levi was mean. You wanted daddy. Keeping daddy happy meant you were good. You had to be good. No, you were good.

Erwin nodded his towards Levi, “go to him.”

Curling your hands into his shirt, you shook your head, “no.”

A scowl breached on Erwin’s visage. Glancing at Levi, his face flashed with something close to hurt, but when you stared deep it must have been anger.

Erwin tutted at you like a spoiled child. “No isn’t allowed anymore. I said go.”

Seeing you made him upset, you dropped your gaze in shame and mumbled out a watery, “I’m sorry.”

Patting your head, he pinched your chin to meet his gaze. “Show Levi how sorry you are instead.”

Nodding, you pried yourself away from Erwin’s grasp. Standing up, you stepped towards Levi. He tsked at you. You halted all movement.

“Crawl.”

And you do.

Shaking, you dropped to your knees, those piercing greys not once leaving your body. You were clad in only a thin camisole and a flimsy excuse of panties. Planting your hands on the floor, Erwin had full view of the wet patch on your crotch, outlining your puffy lips.

Eyes locked on each other like two animals ready to pounce, Levi drank you in. Hips swaying, you slunk closer with the grace of a beckoned pet. Coming to his legs, you sat in between them. Here, his form swallowed yours. Unraveling his arms, he grabbed your jaw and tilted your head to and fro.

His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, still glossy with spit and reminisce of Erwin’s cum. Hooking on your lip, he motioned for your mouth to part. Dragging his finger on your upper lip to pull it back, he stares at your teeth. Thumbing against your teeth like you would a stack books, he imprinted each tooth to memory. Using the tip of thumb, he brushed against your canine. Poking at it, he pushed against it, testing the sharpness.

You tilted your head to the side and wrapped your lips around the appendage. Sat in your mouth, you sucked downwards while keeping deep eye contact. Pulling back, you gently scraped your teeth against the skin. Nothing more than a tickle.

Levi shivered. His face stayed stone, but his pupils blew out, black eclipsing grey.

You drank up every bit, happy he liked your false fight. He liked you bratty and you would give in to appease him. You had to show him you were sorry. A good puppy must learn from their mistakes.

“Brat,” he said with such affliction. Pressing his thumb on your tongue, he pried your mouth open. “Stay.”

And you do.

Tongue lolled out, you waited patiently like a panting puppy. Your hands curled in like paws on your lap. Levi undid his pants with less fanfare than Erwin. Pulling cock out, he wrapped his hand at the base. This was the first time you saw his cock so up close. It was… pretty. There were no better words for it. It was pale with a pink tip with a vein running along the side and bottom. His pubes were trimmed to be close shaven and his balls were completely hairless. A neat happy trail led to his throbbing cock that you wanted to lick.

Tempted, you leaned forward but Levi clicked his tongue. Thoroughly scolded, you stayed still. Levi wasn’t Erwin. He wanted full control, leaving you no room to explore.

A line of drool fell from your pliant tongue. Your jaw hurt from Erwin’s previous face fucking and having your mouth unhinged for so long. The drool slipped down your chin, your neck and between the line of your tits. You whined from the mess, but Levi liked you sloppy.

Rewarding you mercy, Levi firmly grabbed a bundle of your hair and dragged you to his awaiting cock. Giving you no reprieve, he pushed your head all the way to the hilt. Tucking your lips over your teeth, you whined as his head pushed right into the back of your throat. A gag rang through the room. Your nose was pressed right into his happy trail. Filled with him, your eyes rolled back.

Planting his feet on the ground, Levi dragged your head back half way. Brutally, he bucked his hips to swallow all of his cock. You whined as it hit your gag reflex. He groaned at your throat tightening up. Holding onto your head, he face fucked you with no regard for your need to breathe.

His balls clapped against your chin adding to the sloppy sounds of your gags and him hissing through his teeth. He kept at a punishing pace. More spit dribbled down, coating his balls. You were a mess.

Pulling your head back away from his cock, you gasped. Your chest heaved as tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Inhale,” he barked, slapping the tip against your agape mouth.

Sucking in all the air you could, you held it. Taking the opportunity, he shoved his cock back in. Pinching your nose between his thumb and pointer finger, he completely cut off your air supply. You whined in fear. He bucked at the sound.

He pushed and pulled your head down on his cock, in tandem with his thrusts. More tears spilled as your chest started to hurt from the lack of oxygen. Unfurling your hands, you grappled onto his pants. He kicked your hip.

“Hands off.”

Crying harder, you released and put your hands back. Digging your nails into your palms, you focused on petting your tongue against the underside of his shaft. He groaned and picked up his pace.

The room spun in dizzy circles. Your lips tingled as your head hurt. Whimpering, your mouth slacked. Blackness broached on the sides of your vision.

Gasping and coughing, Levi ripped his cock from your mouth. Releasing your nose, he ignored how you clawed for air, tugging on his cock with his own hand. With a few firm pumps, he came. Cock aimed right for your face, it spurted all over, hitting mainly your cheek. Some caught on your forehead, dripping on your right eye causing you to close it.

Chests heaving together, Levi stared you down. Still clambering to catch your breath, you licked the droplet at the corner of your lip. You reached a hand up to wipe the cum off, but he slapped away your hand.

“Leave it.”

And you do.

“Was it a good apology?” Erwin cut in, a laugh mingling in his tone.

Levi kept staring, “sure.”

The rest of the day, you weren’t allowed to wipe off Levi’s cum from your face. You took it in stride. It was your punishment for saying no. Good girls don’t say no.

“Pay attention.”

A sharp sting across your thighs pulled you back to the present. You cried out. Another hit landed on the fat of your ass, crossing a previous line. Something warm trickled down your leg.

The cane whipped through the air. It spanked heavy against your sit spot. Levi hit the same area three times in a row. A burning pain spread all over your butt. Your spine arched from the agony. Your mind couldn’t make up what to do, too overwhelmed.

Your upright leg almost buckled.

“Ow!” You cried out.

Levi smacked the cane against your calf, correcting your behavior. A welt was already forming.

“I have always found pain the best motivator. Most dogs need more positive reinforcement, a treat for good behavior-” he cut himself off with another strike against your thigh. Ignoring your yelp, he continued, “not you though. We give an inch, you take a mile. Some pups just need… a firmer hand.”

Multiple welts covered your ass, criss-crossing each other. A path laid down from each strike. Blood pooled at the surface, some dripping down your leg onto the pristine floor. Your upper thigh caught in the crossfire, but he stayed on your ass to avoid any nerve damage.

Gritting your teeth, another whistle sung as the cane landed. Your hands fanned out as your toes curled. Your back and stomach ached from tensing. The leg tied up pins and needles ran through it, falling asleep. It was too much, but you didn’t know how to make it stop.

Whining out, you prayed for any mercy.

“Please!” you begged, finally saying something unprompted.

Levi stopped. Cane still in hand, he stayed where he was, letting you drown in the abyss.

Wetting your lips, you scrambled to think of what to say, anything to make it stop. You were tired and confused. You had gone to bed surrounded in their warmth but woke up somewhere dark and cold. Everything was so discombobulating, off kilter. You were suffocating.

“I was bad,” you whined out.

“You were,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry.”

He dragged the tip of the cane along the length of spine, stopping right above your galaxy of welts. “Are you?”

Rapidly nodding your head, you babbled out, “very very sorry, was real bad. Bad dogs say no.”

Poking right above the crack of your bottom, he said, “what do good dogs say?”

“Nothing,” you whimpered, “they listen.”

Levi cracked your ass again. “Good girl.”

You cried out, confused by the praise mixed with pain.

“Do good dogs say no?”

“No,” you said, before stumbling realizing you said a bad word, “I mean yes- no, I-!”

You sobbed as he hit your ass twice. The skin on your ass broke again, more blood dripping down. Gripping onto the chains, you hung your head and cried and cried.

“Brat lift up your head.”

Shaking violently, you obeyed, bracing for another hit.

It never came. Levi walked away from you, letting you hang. A cabinet was opened followed by silence. The closet was next. Something clicking in place rung behind you before a door was closed same with the drawer.

Coming back to you, Levi walked to your front. His breath brushed against your face.