the sweetest revenge (eren x reader)

two ways, one choice

*AUTHOR'S NOTE; here we get to see y/n really go insane. TW for extreme & graphic forms of torture. i'm starting this chapter off in the 3rd person pov, just bc it's easier for me to capture how mf insane y/n is acting rn. tbh there are use of weapons in here that idrk how they work (example; y/n has a fucking flame thrower). i'm sure they're used much differently than how they're used here. not that... y'all should have flame throwers or anything. there is also some brief talk of rape when y/n brings up colt. please be careful reading with the tw, remember to take care of yourself. enjoy, brats!*

*3rd person pov*

Y/n throws the cigarette over the side. A faint, circular red mark is now left on Willy's neck.
"Let's start off with something simple." Y/n says, walking over to a table that's in the corner of the basement she made.

She picks up a large pair of metal pliers and walks back over to Willy.
"You're already down one hand. You won't be needing these fingernails anymore, right?" Willy tries to move as y/n brings the pliers closer to his hand, but he can't.

Y/n places Willy's pointer fingernail in between the pliers.
"You did this to the other titan shifters when you fucking held us hostage." Y/n says through gritted teeth.

Y/n clamps down on Willy's fingernail and pulls, ripping his fingernail right off. Willy cries out in pain.
"Aw, what? Did that hurt?" Y/n asks with a wide grin.
"I still have four more to go, and I'm not even close to being finished with you. This is just the beginning, so toughen the fuck up."

Willy clenches his jaw in his attempt to not yell out in pain.
"You can scream if you want." Y/n says as she pulls off if middle fingernail.
"Scream as loud as you want. We're underground. No one can fucking hear you. Even if they did, it's not like anyone's gonna save you."

Y/n rips the rest of Willy's fingernails off. He's already sweating; his head bowed down to the floor, causing y/n to smile. She's been waiting for this.
"Let me think... you starved my boyfriend, didn't you? Giving him shitty ass food and boiling water. I'll do the same to you." she says.

"But that'll come later. I'm sure you ate before you came here, didn't you? I bet you didn't think it was gonna be your last meal. What did you have? Something simple, I'm assuming. Like a stupid ass sandwich, right? Or maybe you went all out and microwaved some frozen meal shit. You don't know shit about cooking, do you?"

Willy stays silent as y/n talks. She walks away from Willy and puts the pilers down, her hand hovering over the table in the corner of the chamber.
"My mother taught me how to cook when you weren't around. Mm, you were around once though, weren't you?"

Y/n has all of the memories of what Willy did to her as a child.
"You remember, don't you? She was teaching me how to make pancakes." Y/n begins to say.
"I guess you aren't a fan of pancakes, since you forced my hand onto the hot stove."

Y/n picks up a flame thrower. She was surprised when she found it in cabin one- where all the weapons for the scouts are kept. She's never seen anyone use one before, but she had came to the conclusion that's it's better to have everything instead of nothing at all.

She walks back over to Willy, the flame thrower in her hands.
"It hurts like a bitch to be burned like that, y'know." she says. Willy keeps his head down, which makes y/n angry. She aims the flame thrower at his shoulder and presses the trigger.

"GAHH!" Willy yells, his head striking upwards.
"Woah! That's more fire than I thought!" Y/n exclaims. Willy's shoulder is burned, the shirt he has on is on fire.
"Oh , that's no good. The smell of burning flesh AND burning clothes? Good thing I have a fire extinguisher somewhere around here."