Promises, Promises. | A Levi Ackerman Fanfiction. | Attack On Titan.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫; ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵉᵈ ʳ@ᵖ³.

"An unfriendly brat on the brink of death is all Kuchel left behind."

Your eyes watered as you felt the back of your head meet against the wooden wall of the room. Why couldn't they just listen to you? Why couldn't they just arrest you? Why were they so intent on getting you to join them? All they did after your meltdown was leave, informing you once more that they'll visit you again soon. 

'Just fucking leave me alone,' you cried internally. 'He's doing well up here,' you couldn't help but thought, a small proud smile creeping up. 'So why did he leave me? He just abandoned me down there. And I'm supposed to work with him?'

You couldn't help but cry again. Your eyes were straining, your stomach nauseous because you hadn't had a proper meal in so long. And once you had a spoonful of veggie stew, the difference was too obvious. 

It was amazing compared to what you were used to. But your body needed time to adjust to the new taste. All you could do was sit on the bed provided for you, your back pressed against the wall as your arms hugged your knees to your chest. 

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"Stop! Please, stop!" You cried, tears pooling on the ground. 

The large man behind you added force as he pushed you against the wall. The rough, rocky surface wounded your complexion. Your hands were held behind your back with his one hand. Crying as you tried pushing him away, he slapped you against your face. 

You let out a loud scream of pain, feeling the blood begin to ooze out from your cheek that was held against the wall. The man's free hand wandered to lift up your dress, the calloused and rough skin of his fingers making friction with your thigh. 

"Please, stop! Please!" You tried pushing him off you again, but it was no use. 

He was much too strong and you were weakened by the lack of nutrients in your body. All you could do was cry and scream for help. But in the world that you live in, was help even an option? Would anyone even come to help? Or would they be too scared that the same fate would be bestowed upon them? 

"PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME! STOP, PLEASE! SOMEONE, HELP!" 

Even though you were screaming and crying for help, you had given up on the inside. You knew help was not possible in the Underground. A miracle it would be for someone to actually come help you. If you were to be a victim of rape at this moment, then that would be your fate. No one was brave enough to challenge that. 

All you could do was disassociate from the situation. Maybe then your senses would disappear. Maybe then you wouldn't have to hear the man about to rape you. Maybe you wouldn't have to feel the man's rough fingers against your skin. Maybe you wouldn't have to feel the cold air breezing your almost naked body. 

Maybe you wouldn't taste the salty tears coming from your eyes. Maybe you wouldn't smell the trashy alley that you were trapped in. Maybe you wouldn't smell the blood that was slowly oozing out right next to your nose. And maybe, you wouldn't feel the pain that was about to come. 

"She said stop," a deep voice that probably belonged to a young boy was heard from behind.

The man's hand was caressing you but he stopped upon hearing the interruption. A second later, you felt his body moving away from you, making you feel relieved. You clutched onto the fabric of your torn clothes to cover the parts of you that felt cold and dirty.