𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 | 𝐋.𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

𝟕 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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LATER THAT NIGHT

After my meeting with Erwin, Commander Shadis, Flagon and a few more soldiers we were finished for the night. There were a few things Erwin censored from my ears, not wanting me to find out about something. Which soon he asked me to leave the room immediately, coming up with some random excuse.

Things weren't adding up, like he was planning something with the three.

"What's his damn motive?" muttering beneath my breath, I didn't react on time when my body slams into someone else.

Gasping in shock quietly, that person suddenly slams me against the wall, hazel eyes piercing into my own. A whimper leaves my throat, recognising those eyes anywhere. Swallowing thickly, his hands grip tightly before pinning both my arms above my head.

"There you are, you haven't shown any love towards me for the past few days," he sneers, while I try to shove him off. About to knee him he blocks it with his own knee, making me swallow thickly.

He soon touches the patch against my cheek, and notices my bottom lip cracked.

"Damn, looks like you got a beating," He smirks, caressing my cheek gingerly. "Who did this, huh?"

"......."

His eyes grew more angry, the less I spoke.

"Answer me bitch! You have avoided me for the past few days!"

He forcefully grabs both my cheeks, almost digging his nails into my flesh.

"Maybe because I have actual duties, unlike you," I remark quietly, knowing how quiet and dark it was right now. "You just laze around, not taking this job serious enough......"

His eyes fly wide open in response, gritting his teeth trying to hold back.

"Damn woman, you may have a mouth.....but you always step over the line," He sighs, trying to hold back a humorous laugh. Suddenly he releases my cheeks and wrapped his fingers around my neck, tightening his hold, I begin to choke on my air. The sound of the air hitching in my throat echoes quietly, while the cries weren't loud enough for the sound of help.

"You're so strong, why can't you fight back......huh?" he questions me. "Remember you're nothing, worthless......you aren't gifted at all if this is the outcome."

His words stung me like knives, stabbing me constantly in the back.

"No man would love you, you're just a weak, selfless to the point where you don't care about yourself," He chuckles, shaking his head with a sneer leaning forward. "Your body is mine and mine only, no one else can lay a hand on you....whether it be Erwin, Miche, anyone.....so don't think about calling for help, now."

The fear that ran through my body, was constantly gnawing me to the bone. My heart beat was quickening at such a fast rate, I felt unsafe. His touches linger across my skin, his words full of hatred and envy stung. His constant bragging and narcissistic side was his painful qualities, and I felt pathetic.

Suddenly his hands sneaks his way up my shirt, hiking the hem up but I sharply pull my hand away from his grip and slapped his hand off me. Stepping on his foot heavily, he finally releases me making me quickly walk away from him. Yet when I turned the corner his heavy boots stride towards me from behind, feeling him pull my hair forcefully, yanking me back.

Gasping I almost collapse backwards, when he wraps my body in his larger body.

His lips brush against the shell of my ear, "Resist, and I will pull the knife out again,"