No Escape (RIREN ONESHOT)

No Escape

Okay guys, as noted in the description, this contains dark themes and an INCREDIBLY dominant, mostly insane Levi. Please read at your own discretion. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR BITCHES GETTING TRIGGERED. KAY. If you're still here, well baby, buckle the fuck up, because I'm about to rock your fucking world. Sick fucks only past this point.

"Well, well," Levi snarled at me, taking a step closer to the doorway I stood trembling in. "If it isn't Eren Jeager. What a surprise." I had my gun trained on the smaller man as he continued stalking towards me, his long slender legs moving slowly and gracefully. He was agile, like a puma poised to kill.

"Drop your weapon, Mr. Ackerman, the gig is up," I snapped at the man who continued stepping closer to me, raising his hands and lacing them behind the back of his head. "Levi "The Captain" Ackerman, you're under arrest for felony pimping, possession and paraphernalia of more than a hundred and fifty kilos of cocaine and twenty five kilos of heroin, resisting previous arrest, unlawful possession of a firearm, and at least three accusations of second degree murder. Please remain with your hands above your head and get on your knees for proper apprehension."

"Hmm, I don't think so," Levi scoffed, twisting his body into a posture that allowed his shin to kick out from beneath his body and knock the gun from my hand, both of us watching it slide across the intricate tile floor of the lavishly paneled office. I turned to the man for a moment too long to watch him remove his hands from the back of his head and dive for the pistol. "In fact, I don't think that there are even any cops with you," the man sneered, turning his CCTV towards me and let me absorb the hallways of bodies that I was faced with. My coworkers were all dead, my team, rotting in the hallways of the skyscraper being dragged off camera by large men in midnight blue suits. Levi quickly moved to the door, locking it off from the rest of the world, before holding the gun up at me, slipping a pistol out of his waistband and holding it with his left hand, with my police issued handgun clenched in his right.

His eyes looked crystalline in the dimly lit room, the deep blue wallpaper reflecting off of his irises. Everything that wasn't dark stained wood was a shade of blue, even the wall sconces glowing an eerie turquoise because of the azure stained glass shades they were adorned with.

"You won't get away with this," I growled, knowing that any time Levi decided he was sick of me, I was a dead man.

"Oh, but I will, Sugar," he said with a malevolent chuckle. "But because of this little stunt you pulled, I have you exactly where I want you. It was never about the shipments, idiot, all of the documents I let you find were false leads. I was leading you on a wild goose chase, and you fell beautifully into my little trap. You're all mine, now, Love." He reached up and pushed back his hair with the butt of his gun. "My, my, you've certainly made it hot in here, haven't you? All this heavy breathing," he whispered, biting his lip at me.

All I could do was remain silent. If I tried to call backup, I was surely a goner. If I so much as reached for the door, I'd be dead where I stood.

"The cuffs. Now," Levi demanded, thrusting the barrels of the guns at my chest. I felt instinct take over as I tossed the handcuffs towards The Captain and he caught them around the barrel of my gun, watching them twirl around the cold metal, his eyes flickering with morbid delight. Keeping the guns trained on me, he smiled, stepping backwards behind his desk, kicking his chair out from behind it. "That's my good boy. You're going to make a fine addition, baby. I might even keep you as my personal whore if I end up liking you enough."

"I'll never do anything for you," I spat, making sure to hold still so I wasn't shot. "Never."

Insubordination didn't sit well with Levi, I realized when he fired a bullet at my head, making sure only to miss my right ear by a few millimeters. It was then that I realized that he had used his left hand to shoot that bullet. I was impressed at his sharpshooting, especially with his nondominant hand. "Next time, I won't miss," he warned, still moving the chair with even, methodical shoves of his foot. "If you want to stay alive, you'll do exactly as I say, am I understood, Mr. Jaeger?"