A Tale of Two Brothers: Volume I

Chapter VI - Wrath

Trigger warnings: rape, sexual assault, abuse
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A young battered and beaten Erwin was on his bruised knees and out of breath, weeping silent tears as two males took turns taking advantage of him by ramming themselves into his already throbbing backside while a woman rode his erection against the young German's pleas with another man forcing himself into his mouth while other males ejaculated all over the young teen's body.

"S-Sto-" Erwin tried getting words out of his hoarse vocal cords as he gagged at the feeling of the man's fluids seeping down his throat while the two males behind him finished inside the young German.

The woman finished as Erwin tried everything in his power to hold back his body's natural urges.

Erwin was tossing and turning in bed as every muscle in his body tensed while he tightly gripped his pillow and wept into it before his eyes shot open revealing bright glowing crimson.

"Enough!" Erwin shot up in bed from the nightmare and reached for his loaded sidearm that was next to his bed. Pulling the sidearm out of the holster, he aimed the firearm in front of him and unloaded the entire twenty-one round magazine into the concrete wall across from his bed.

Zeke awoke in a panic as the booming echoes of the German's sidearm loudly reverberated through the room and building. The tiger looked over to his best friend to see Erwin sat up in bed with his empty sidearm aimed at the wall as the German shook violently.

As Zeke quickly stood from the couch, Anastasia barged into the room, "Erwin!" The ginger Moldovan rushed over to the trembling German, "Erwin! Erwin, give me the gun."

The German's eyes were glowing a bright crimson with him clenching his teeth tightly in a snarl as his eyes leaked and his body shook with his breathing heavy. His muscles were flexed and tense as nothing but rage and torment radiated off his form.

"Erwin, sweetheart, give me the gun." Anastasia gently placed her hand on top of the slide of the tan firearm. She felt the German ease his iron grip as she used the opportunity to slide the sidearm out of his hands and place it on the bedside table, "Oh, Erwin."  She quickly pulled the German into a tight embrace as he finally let go of his emotions and sobbed into her shoulder.

Zeke walked over and sat on the bed with the couple and started rubbing the German's back soothingly. He looked over to see where Erwin had shot and noticed the holes looked like meticulously placed kill shots as if people were standing there.

"Was it a nightmare?" Anastasia's voice was soft and soothing as she whispered into his ear while also letting out a couple sniffles.

Erwin nodded.

"How many were there?"

Erwin trembled.

"Just one?" Anastasia brushed her fingers through Erwin's hair.

Erwin shook his head slowly.

"Two?"

Erwin shook his head.

Anastasia gulped, "T-Three?"

The German shook his head slower as his breathing hitched.

Anastasia felt more tears fill her eyes as they widened, "F-Four of them?" Her bottom lip quivered at the thought of what her little brother-figure could have endured.

Erwin shook his head.

The Moldovan let out a shaky breath as tears poured out of her eyes; she pulled him in closer, "It was all of them, wasn't it?" Her voice was a shaky whisper.