Rivamika Christmas Oneshots

Following Him (Book) - Christmas Special!!

HAVE SOME MERRY JOY

HAPPY NEW VOTE

Side Note: Set in the time of Mikasa capture. Before she get's rescued by Levi. 

She was cold, so very cold. 

No blanket and the clean sheet that's always placed on the mattress once she was open for hire was taken. Whenever she wasn't pleasing costumer after customer, greedy pigs in her eyes, the bed was left as nothing more than a mattress on broken bed posts. 

She felt the blood and puss dribble from her ankle and she's gotten so use to biting down her pain out of fear for punishment, she didn't even know how much her wounds hurt anymore. 

She was growing numb, she knew she was and yet, the back of her neck burned each and every night. She didn't dear to touch it, knowing she'd break if she felt the burned mark that sold her soul to the bastard known as her owner forever. 

She barely knew the date of the day, December something by how jolly the customer's were and how the regulars drunkenly mumbled out their Christmas plans. Some joked over taking her home for Christmas or finally gaining her as their own out of holiday spirit with her owner. 

None ever did, the owner would never allow her to leave the room she's always been imprisoned too. She was getting use to the opium, the drunk rarely making her throw up anymore and she gasped for it more than air on most cold nights. 

She weakly pushed herself to sit up, her chain rattling with the movement and she crawled towards the window that sat in the centre of the bed from where it's pushed into the wall. 

She wasn't given a bathroom or even a bucket, her body left trapped to the bed and her hygiene left to the creepy and disgusting hands of the owner men who scrubbed her down with soapy water and a sponge. 

Wincing as she peeked through the tiny gap between the wooden planks nailed across the window to keep anyone from seeing in and stopping her from escaping through it. That's if she ever did get rid of the chain that imprisoned her to the bed itself. Any form of light barely reached down the dark and gloomy alleyway outside but yet, tonight, an candled lamp was lit and hanging against the opposite wall. 

The dull candle light still burning her eyes and making her close them quickly. Blinking away the coloured spots that appeared and slowly waited for herself to get use to the light after being left in darkness for so long. 

Her breath being stolen away as she was white snowflakes come dancing down, the breeze pulling them closer until she felt the chill run up her arms. 

She didn't feel giggly over the snow or wished she was playing it in, she wished for it to simply go away. 

Snow was pure, left untouched and stayed innocently white. 

Like she use to be but just like her, snow becomes dirty and tainted once touched or stepped on by someone. It becomes crushed and something that all would ever play with it again. She was the same, she was tainted, dirty, disgusting and ruined. No longer pure and innocent, something thrown to the side with rats crawling over instead.

She hated snow. 

It reminded her over everything that she wasn't anymore.

Finally sitting back down, looking away as the chills that came with the frosty snow filled her room. Turning her lips blue and left her huddled on the mattress praying that the bodyguard doesn't sneak into her room and use her for free with the excuse of "keeping the both of us warm on such a cold night" like he's done many times before. 

She prayed to Santa to simply take her life away, to save her and give her one last free night to enjoy on her family farm. 

That was her only wish, to be freed from the hell she laid in.

But Santa never came for those who have been naughty..