Sweet Serial Killer [ Riren ]

ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN

ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN
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While they waited for Dimo to wake, Levi left to get some tools.

With him gone, Eren sat on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms crossed on top of them. He stared at Dimo, watching as the man breathed. He thought that soon, he wouldn't be breathing at all. Ever again.

Shivering, Eren closed his eyes. He kept them closed for what felt like an eternity until he heard faint groans. In an instant his eyes flashed open.

Stricken, he looked towards Dimo, who was beginning to stir. Slowly at first, a gradual movement, before he was writhing around and moaning, muttering in confusion when he realized he was tied firmly down to a chair.

"Wha . . . What is the meaning of this?" Dimo asked groggily, his words muffled by his gag but simple enough to properly distinguish. His head shifted to turn towards Eren, who froze when their gazes locked. Eren could feel his heartbeat start to quicken as Dimo observed him quizzically with a frown.

"You . . . Am I dreaming again . . . ?" Dimo's frown deepened and Eren felt disgust and horror pool through him. Dimo remembered him. But he had dreams of Eren? He felt sick to his stomach, and he could feel his anxiety building.

So he did the only thing he knew was best.

"Levi!"

In a matter of seconds Levi was in the room. He assessed the scene quickly and smirked upon seeing Dimo awake. In his hands he carried a shiny red toolbox, and he set it onto the ground as he stalked towards Dimo.

Like a predator closing in on its prey, Levi halted in front of Dimo, who looked questioningly up at him. "Kenny?" He inquired drowsily and Levi narrowed his eyes before slapping Dimo across the face. Eren flinched away.

"No, you stupid old fool. I'm Levi. Levi Ackerman, Kenny's nephew. Get it right, you blind idiot." Levi slapped Dimo again and the sound resonated throughout the room, making Eren grimace and look down from the memories.

"Why are you —" the next few words were stifled by the gag, but Levi seemed to understand them well enough. "Why am I doing this?" He asked with amusement. "My, my, Dimo you really are forgetful. You see . . ."

Glancing up, Eren saw Levi pointing towards him, and Dimo staring at him again. Eren shuddered. "You can remember him, can't you? The poor boy you tried to molest? You remember, don't you?" Levi demanded, his tone cold.

"Y-yes . . ." Dimo stammered, and Eren winced.

"Well, you're going to pay for those crimes." Levi smiled and leaned over to tighten the gag around Dimo's mouth, preventing any proper sentences from getting out at all. Meanwhile Dimo looked horrified, his eyes widening.

He let out muffled screams, struggling desperately against his binds as Levi went over to his toolbox, opening it to reveal a variety of weapons. Dimo looked horrified, and secretly Eren was, too. He was terrified, terrified of Levi.

"Which tool would you like, mon amour?" Levi asked and Eren looked towards him and shrugged feebly. "I-I . . . I don't know," he mumbled. I would prefer none. But Levi still picked up a pair of pliers anyway, a smile on his lips.

"Here," he said, passing the pliers to Eren. "You'll like these."

Holding the pliers against his chest, Eren stared at it like it was some foreign object. And it was. He swallowed down the lump in his throat.

Looking to the side, he saw Levi holding a knife. He crept towards Dimo and smiled. "Wanna have some fun?" He asked softly, chuckling.

Dimo was crying hysterically by then, and Eren watched him with a blank expression for a moment before he was snapped out of his stupor by Levi calling him over. Halting beside Levi, he jumped when Levi touched his shoulder.

"Go ahead," Levi encouraged him, his tone just as soft as before. "Use the pliers. Channel your anger." He sent Eren a gentle smile. "You can do it, I believe in you." Eren watched him for a moment before looking at the pliers.

"I — I can't do it," Eren said, and Levi frowned. "Yes, you can," he insisted. "Maybe you just don't like the pliers . . ." He took the pliers from Eren and discarded them on the floor, instead opting to shove the knife in his hands.

"Now do it. Cut off a few fingers," Levi prompted, continuing to smile encouragingly. Eren gulped and looked at Dimo, who was sobbing and shaking his head frantically from side-to-side. No, he was saying. No, just like Eren had.

Even though Eren's rage was returning, it wasn't enough to get him to raise the knife. He remained frozen, unable to bring himself to do it.

That is, until Levi forcefully grabbed onto his hand and lifted it up, his grip so tight Eren couldn't wrench himself free. Then in a swift movement he brought their joint hands down onto Dimo's middle finger, and it was gone.

Dimo started screaming, screaming so loud Eren was sure the noises would haunt him forever. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at the finger on the floor, and he could feel himself beginning to gag violently at the sight.

"See?" Levi laughed. "Easy-peasy!"

Tears gathered at the corners of Eren's eyes. What was he doing? A deep part of him felt terrified, terrified that he would have to endure Dimo's pain again. Again? His thoughts and memories became scrambled as he frowned.

They cleared, however, when Levi brought the knife down again.

Dimo's screams increased and Eren grimaced. He felt horrible, he didn't feel happy or satisfied with himself. Levi was even doing the majority of the work, an excited glint in his gray eyes as he stabbed at Dimo over and over again.

Once all of Dimo's fingers were gone, Eren thought that the torture would stop and Levi would just end Dimo's suffering already. But no.

Levi merely dropped the blood-soaked knife and stretched, cracking his knuckles as he did so. He smiled, revealing a white-toothed grin.

"Ready for round two?"

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(A/N: oH sHiT also I have the plot for the S.S.K. Christmas Special, it will either be posted really late today or sometime tomorrow! 💕)