Marked With Deception (ereri)

Chapter Two

~Eren's POV~

With the sky changing to a vast warm assortment of colors, the sun began it's mission to set over the horizon. I had finally taken a shower, which was something I didn't do often to obviously save money for the water bill. But not healthy at all.

The feeling of the my now clean body was warming. My hair wasn't flooded with nasty oils anymore which made me never what to stop looking in my reflection. 

Rummaging through the pile of clothes, I managed to find a pair of black sweatpants and a hoodie that smelled decent. Throwing them on quickly, I grabbed my phone and turned the knob of my bedroom door. I hadn't seen my mother since this morning because she had been locked away her room. Turning right down the hall, I stood inches from Carla's door. 

Giving a light knock, I hoped she was awake, "Hey Mom?"

There was a silence before I heard the sounbd of a faint voice reply, "Yes Eren?"

"I'm gonna go out and hang with Armin tonight."

There was another moment of silence before she spoke again, "Okay. Don't forget you have babysitting tomorrow from three to seven! Be home around 2:30." 

"Okay!" I ended the conversation quickly before hurrying out the front door. The sun's ray were no longer visible and the only thing to brighten up the roads were the few flickering street lamps and the unnatural glowing of the moon. 

Walking among the chilling sidewalk, I sped past the neighboring houses. Their quality wasn't even close to better than ours. I lived in the rather 'shady' part of town and even as a senior, I'm still not able to get used to the creepy vibes it sends. 

Checking my phone, I noticed it read quarter past eight. I had no data on my phone so if I had to talk anybody I'd have to use the landline telephone of my house; which was what my mother was using earlier this morning. At times, I'd sneakily use my neighbor's routers without them knowing. It's free wifi so how could I resist.

With the crisp breeze blowing towards me, I stood under a street lamp to reread the texts I had sent earlier in the afternoon. Sadly, I had lied to my beloved mother when I told her I was going to Armin's place. That idea I had thought of earlier was oddly quick at becoming a reality. Around three today, I had spent an hour searching through profiles on social media and texting searching for a cilent. And luckily I found a 'person for the job' in town who's willing to give me money...in exchange for my body for one night. 

Resuming to scan through my already-sent-texts, I reread where he said his address was. Squinting at the bright and garish screen, I found it. 

"67 Hemlock Lane," I muttered to myself as I placed my phone back in my hoodie pocket, "That's a few streets over from mine."

Being slightly scared of the dark, I decided it'd be nice to finally start running. Pushing my feet off of the concrete sidewalk walk, I bolted down the road as my head turned left and right reading every street sign.

My legs skidded to a halt when a green street sign read 'Hemlock Lane' and next to a sign that said, 'Dead End'.

Not realizing the very illegal act I was going to do, my feet moved on it's down the culdiesaic. The wind had blown several dead leaves past my ankles while I slowed my pace to look at the mailbox numbers. Now standing in the middle of the culdiesaic, my eyes scanned and read aloud:

"Sixty-five. Nah. Sixty-six. Nope. Sixty-seven, there!" 

Throwing my hood over my head, my shaking body strolled up to the owner's house. It was clearly one-story and the quality was similar to mine. Dead plants and flowers were shriveled up and scattered across the yard and gravel driveway. The car parked in front was extremely rusty too. The wall's paint was a dark red and was already chipping. Given it's looks, this place was old and very cheap—yet not as cheap as my own.

Standing in front of the door, I searched to find the doorbell. To the left of the entrance laid a small hole in the wall with wires hanging out. With that look, the doorbell was most likely taken out somehow. 

As the courage slowly began to build up, I curled my hand into a fist and banged on the owner's door awaiting a response. 

I was brought by silence until I heard a number of stomps inside. The door swung open violently to reveal a man. It looked like he was in his early forties. His light blonde hair was short and stubby, wasn't really attractive in my opinion. His buff physique made my body quiver. It was as if an enticing alpha were looking down at it's pitiful omega. The man had no shirt and only wore a pair of stain covered jeans.

"Hi...I'm Eren," I smiled at the intimidating man.

"I'm Hannes. You look younger than you said you were...are you over eighteen?" He spoke sternly.

Looking at the ground, I mumbled, "I'm actually seventeen...but I really need the money so please!"

My puppy eyes were practically begging him as he leaned in the doorway. Along with a stressing sigh, he finally gave in, "Okay fine, doesn't matter to me anyways. I just wanna fuck."

My pleading smile soon vanished when he hoisted me over his shoulder and closed the front door. The scent radiating in his house smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. The floor was barely even visible because so much trash had covered it. 

"You're light," Hannes spoke as he throw me back down on his living room couch, "You could almost count as a girl."

"Thank you?" I wasn't sure if I should take that as an insult or compliment. But given what my new job is, it's better that I have a female figure. My back laid on the couch awaiting the sinful act I'd be taking part in next.

Straddling over my legs, the blonde glared down at me as if he were expecting something. Staring back at him in confusion, he spoke out of aggravation, "Aren't you gonna stripe?"

Completely shocked at his demanded, I did as he told and slipped off my hoodie and sweatpants with ease. The grown man did the same, but removed his boxers off as well. Glancing between his legs, I noticed his was a lot bigger than mine. Sending chills down my spine, my voice stammered the words while pointing to his dick, "I-I-I don't think...t-that can fit in m-me!" 

"Oh shut up! I'm paying you for this," he barked back. 

A pair of rough hands soon grabbed the hem of my underwear and yanked them off. I was nowhere near hard, only fear flowed through my veins as I saw him take in the very view of my body. It was like he was just fucking me with his eyes, it seemed like I were just a snack to him to eat up in one gulp. Ripping open a condom, he rolled it on his throbbing member.

"W-wait Hannes! I've n-never had sex with a b-boy before so...what am I s-supposed do?" I questioned rethinking my innocence. 

"Nothing, all I do is put my dick in your ass."

Just as I was about to confront his words, a piercing feeling was found at my lower stomach. Arching my back, my voice was inaudible with the overflowing amount of pain. My scrawny arms attempted at pushing him off, but it was no use.

With each thrust, it felt like my body was getting weaker and weaker while growing with more misery.

"No! Ngn...Wait! Stop! AH!" I begged with tears pouring from my eyes, "Get it...AH...out of me!"

"Ngn...Stop screaming," he grunted as his dick tore apart my guts, "Shit, your tight."

Even with the agony circling through my blood everywhere, I remembered this was for a specific reason. To get money for my mother, the only person I love. As the crux clicked in my head, I decided this was something I needed to do for the safety of Carla and fought the aching. 

I had to do this.

"Hannes! AH!" The first intentional moan released from my vocal cords, "Faster!"

My nails gripped onto his back harder with every motion. My legs wrapped around his lower waist while the room was filled with nothing but my soft arousing moans and his low grunts.

This was now my job.