Off Record [Ereri/Riren] ✓

4 ⚕︎Resistance ✍︎

Off Record
Chapter 4
⚕︎Resistance ✍︎
Eren

re·sist·ance

/rəˈzistəns/

noun

the refusal to accept or comply with something; the attempt to prevent something by action or argument.

The walk to the showers is silent and awkward. I'm at least pleased to be out of that damn room.

I don't get this guy. He'd introduced himself like a maniac, treating me like a new pet that needed to be trained and now he's acting (mostly) civil. I can't tell if he genuinely wants me to get better or if he just wants to watch me struggle to try. I still don't trust him but I have to show some cooperation for my own safety and well being.

He seems like the type of person who can see through lies so I told him the truth, except for when he asked me about how I change. I do know how, but I can't let him have that information. I don't know what he wants it for, he might try to use me just like everyone else. I'm not a weapon and I'm not one to be toyed with. Using Titan as a weapon would be like releasing a lion in hopes it kills the enemy and not you. It never works out for the idiots who dare to try.

Unfortunately, keeping the details of how I change from Doctor Ackerman means that I can't do it in front of him and therefore I can't use this moment to try and escape.

I try to memorize the hallways as we walk, but it is difficult since everything looks the same. Sterile, white, and well lit.

We reach the showers and Dr. Ackerman uncuffs one of my wrists and cuffs my other wrist to the shower wall using a ring put there for this exact purpose. He steps back, but doesn't turn around, simply stares at me while I stand here awkwardly.

I finally gather my courage and begin undressing, it will be good to get this blood off of me, it only entices Titan and makes him harder to control. Titan loves blood, our blood, our victims blood, it doesn't matter. It's all the same to him.

I turn on the water and shiver under the cold, trying to ignore the feeling of Dr. Ackerman's eyes boring into my skull. I'm glad that at least my cock is flaccid, some of the things he'd said earlier had sparked some heat. Whether it was from me or Titan, I don't know, but it was there. I can't imagine anything more embarrassing than getting caught being turned on by my goddamn doctor talking down to me.

I wash as quickly as I can, the maneuvering a bit difficult since I only have one hand to use. I'm good at adapting though so I know that next time will be easier.

I finish showering and turn the water off, turning to face Dr. Ackerman. "Uh, what now?"

He hands me a black towel and motions to some clothes that he has laid out for me, a plain white hospital gown, except it was well closed in the back.

"Once you reveal more about yourself you'll get a personalized one. Some people have their favorite color, pattern, or animals on them. We call it 'individualized uniformity,' meaning that we are all same, but different," Dr. Ackerman explains.

I try not to show my surprise at his statement. How can this place seem so terrifying yet so nice at the same time? I quickly dry off and dress myself. Dr. Ackerman uncuffs me from the shower and cuffs my hands back together.

I keep myself calm despite everything inside me hating being restrained like this. There's too much uncertainty around me, too much my voices can claim is danger.

"The straight jacket..." I mumble, curious as to how far he will carry this nice streak of his. "I hate it."

"Do you?" He asks. "If you really do, cooperation is key to you getting better and getting out of it as soon as possible. Although I'm not afraid of you, others are. What do humans do to those in which they fear or do not understand?"