𝕤𝕟𝕠:𝕠𝕫𝕖 | eren x black reader

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.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ Session 32 • x • Summer Walker *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

You eyed the ring down on your finger, unable to recall ever getting it back but also unable to look Eren in the eyes.

"My dad killed my mom in front of me when I was little... I went to stay with my grandma till she died when I was 17. Sooo... I was on my own, I finished up high school, lied about my age & got a job working as a dancer downtown in Chicago.

The money was nice... fast even. I could afford to keep up with the bills and the house my grandma left me...but....at the same time," You sighed, "I was alone.. I had no interest in college cause trying to balance school and work was already too much and I felt like I already made a livable wage by doing that so...I stayed for a few years.

One day Reiner and a bunch of other niggas came in the club for a meeting with another group of niggas in the back. When he was leaving, I was doing my solo crowd show and... he saw me & stayed. He asked for a private dance and paid off my mortgage in a simple 4 minutes of me dancing for him.

He told me he could take me away from all this... give me a life a woman like me deserved to have... and of course niggas come in there selling dreams all the time," You rolled your eyes, "but for him to stand on it by paying off my house showed me he was different.

So I...left. And in the beginning, it was great. He moves me to California, flies me on all these expensive trips. Puts me in this big ole luxurious condo that I could see all of LA from. It didn't beat the view in Chicago for me but it was...different I guess." You shrugged.

"He arranged for me to have my death faked. He wouldn't tell me where he got the body from or anything, he handled it all. He said that way no one would come looking for me...and I could belong to him forever...he could protect me that way.

But then eventually... He'd started taking trips without me... disappearing without saying if it was for a meeting or not at all hours of the night, coming back with hickies on his neck. He just got more careless over time and it broke my heart.

He came home sloppy drunk at 3am one night with lace panties hanging out his pocket and his clothes barely on his body and then when I asked him where he'd been, nigga had the nerve to slap me.

Naturally, I slapped his ass back but then another side of him came out and he completely beat the shit outta me, took my phone, and had his security make sure I couldn't leave and he left back out.

He didn't return till around a week later with gifts upon gifts upon gifts. Designer on designer, mountains and mountains of ballons, teddy bears, and flowers, endless diamonds and diamonds, and a nice long trip where we were gone for over a month.

No man had done anything like that and his apologies were endless. So I took him back. Then it just... kept happening. He'd give me money then freeze my accounts so that I couldn't leave. I was a prisoner... all I had was to love him, no running, no one to call, no other real choice than that.

Though he promised to marry me, he became more and more disinterested in me over time. I knew there was someone else...I just didn't even bother to find out who anymore. I didn't care.