FATE || Levi x Reader

Chapter 62

Origins

*Warning: Really Strong Themes like Sexual Assault, Pedophilia, Torture please do not read if you are sensitive to this as it could trigger trauma*

A middle-aged man sits in front of me, a smoking pipe tight between his lips and his wrinkling, spotted hands holding onto the newspaper. I wasn't sure if he knew I was standing against the wall, close to the doorway. He probably knew, he just didn't want to acknowledge my existence.

I stood there. Heavy bags under my eyes, my lips downcast, and my blonde hair in a matted mess. An old cream-colored shirt loosely hangs from my torso, covering all the whip lashes and bandages. Last night had been a whirlwind of pain.

I had accidentally mistaken glue for dye and had handed over the glue to Lord Freeman who placed the glue on his thinning hair. When he realized it was glue, he angrily threw it to the side and washed it off, but his anger didn't stop there. He had turned to me.

He thought I purposely gave him the glue, but in reality, it's because I couldn't read. I didn't know how to read. Lord Freeman didn't think it was worth spending a single penny on a slave, even if it was life or death.

His creaky, bored voice pulls me from my thoughts, "There will be a new addition to my collection."

My breath comes to a stop, another slave?

"But this one is a little different," he mumbles, a perverted smirk forming on his aged face. My stomach turns. He couldn't possibly be hinting that he was going to take advantage of the new slave? Right?

However, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I knew that Lord Freeman was a monster, but I couldn't do anything. I wasn't strong and I was just a kid. A maid walks into the dining hall, her black hair tightly wrapped in a bun.

"My lord, the new member of your collection has arrived," the maid lowers her head in a courteous bow.

"Bring her here," he simply states, waving her away. She does as she is told and I hold my breath. I really hoped that the new member would somehow be able to escape. I didn't want to see anyone else go through what I had to.

A few seconds pass before the maid returns, "Lord Freeman, this is her."

He lowers his newspaper, placing it gently on the dining table next to his half-finished plate. His body turns to look at the person next to the maid. My eyes widen when I see the maid step aside. It was a child, a girl no older than five years old.

She had beautiful black curls and crystal blue eyes. Her small lips were painted with a light pink tint and her pale cheeks had an unnatural pink blush. She wore a thin, see-through dress. My heart beats in my throat, why was a child dressed like that?

The creak of a chair being pushed back brings my attention forward to the old man. He had a large smile on his face and his hand tugged at the crotch of his pants. My heartbeat quickens as my lips shake. He wasn't a monster, he was something far worse.

"You may leave," the old man states, waving off the maid and she nods. My hand reaches out to the maid wanting her to stay. How could she leave knowing what this monster was going to do? I stand there, watching as he walks over to her, touching her shoulders and neck.

"Miles, this is Elma," he says, looking directly to him as his meaty fingers pull down the dress to reveal the child's bare chest, "I want you to watch us."

My head spins as the monster pulls down his pants. The child, Elma, looks towards me. Her eyes bare of emotions, but a single tear trails down her left cheek as her small body is pushed towards the couch.