I Just Want To Hold You

Chapter 3

Once again we were separated by the invisible glass, I slammed my fists against it in frustration "Seventeen years! I've had these dreams for seventeen years and you finally touch me! Now we're apart again!" I felt my cheeks become wet with fallen tears like rain pouring from the sky.

"Eren."

I looked up to see him in front of me behind the glass "Did you find your freedom?" He placed his hand on the wall and I did the same, our palms and fingers overlapping each other. "Who are you?" I sobbed, wanting an answer to my question.

"I hope you're happy."

I woke up on my moldy mattress, now with a lot more meat on my bones than before and I was under a strict diet of fattening foods and exercise to build me up again. It's been a month since I was released from the hospital and since then Joff (Jess?) and Less (Liz?) haven't acted any different towards me except they give me normal helpings at dinner like they do the other kids.

I lifted myself up from the bed, stretching my arm's joints and grinning when I feel them pop. "Mmm, I missed that sound." I grabbed my bag and started to make my way outside to where Marco and Jean were waiting for me. I felt my tail wag in excitement as I raced towards them, finally feeling alive for once in two years.

I launched myself off the ground and into Marco's awaiting arms, feeling his warmth seep through my sun kissed skin. It's perfect, perfect.

A perfectly cruel dream.

I woke up on the crappy mattress, free from the hospital but back in this hell hole now with whip marks on my back and a brand on my neck that said "Snitch" in a red burn mark . I sniffled, wanting to go back to my dream. "Jean, Marco, Silver Eyes!" I whimpered their names like they were my only threads on life. Well in actuality they are.

I curled up into a ball with my knees up to my chest and tears streaming down my face.

"Hey, it's time for your slop!" Reiner yelled as he entered my dungeon of a room and squated down in front of me with a bowl of some gray colored gruel. He forced me into a sitting position and started force spoonfuls of the ice cold mush into my mouth. "Reiner-" he shoved another spoonful into my mouth and forced my jaw to chew.

"Reiner! Wait-" another forced mouthful.

"Reiner!" He finally stopped. "What?" He glared at me, his jaguar eyes piercing into my soul.

"Why are you doing this?"

He gave me a sad smile and caressed my burn mark carefully. "Orders from the top, you're to be fattened up."

"Why?" I asked, my skin bubbling up with goosebumps at his touch. My heart momentarily stopped when I felt his breath on my neck then his lips ghosted against my mark. "Because we don't want you to be taken away."

"Rei-Reiner? A-are you okay?" I could smell the scent of burning wood coming from him, wood that you would set ablaze for a camp fire. I wanted to push him back but the chains on my wrists prevented me from doing so, also I was petrified.

"You smell so good, Eren." He dragged his tongue up from my collar bone till he got to my mark and started to suck it viciously. I tried to bite my lips to keep from screaming but a squeak of a scream squirmed its way past my unwilling lips.

"Reiner-!" He clapped his hand over my mouth and started to push me back onto the mattress. I bit down on his hand and that elicited a moan from him.

He took his hand away from my mouth and replaced them with his lips, snaking his tongue inside and roaming around in my mouth. It felt like I had an eel or a slug stuck inside my mouth that was writhing around.

I felt one of his hands slide up my trashy shirt, squeezing a nipple through his unsheathed claws.

Shit! He's rutting! If I don't stop him I'll-

My thoughts were haulted when I felt him ram something hot, wet and thick up my ass. The pain set my body ablaze and tears bubbled in my eyes. He placed a hand on my right hip and started to pull out all the way before slamming back in again, hitting my prostate in one go. I held back a moan and tried to bite his disgusting tongue.

He pulled back before I could and pinned my wrists above my head in one of his meaty hands. He grabbed one of my discarded articles of clothing and shoved in my mouth before he rammed me again with an animalistic grunt and hit something far worse than my prostate.

My womb.

I struggled under him, tried to pull away but he flipped me on my stomach and fucked me like the beasts of our ancestors. His claws dug into my shoulders painfully, making blood run down my back. With a cross between a moan and a guttural growl, his member exploded his seed deep within me.

With a few more sloppy thrusts, he came down from his high and dismounted me. "Tomorrow, you're going to school." He said between pants then he slid his hand up my thigh. "Also, this was your last night here."

I didn't want to know what he was talking about, I didn't even want to hear his voice. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die filled with my shame, misery and pain. Oh yes, pain. Both emotional and physical pain washed over my body like stinging waves of regret.

Can I die now? I asked myself.

No way in hell, brat. A voice replied, no it was His voice. The voice from my dreams, Silver Eyes.