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Chapter 5

A bit of a filler chapter here but I hope it's still ok!

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Illyria trudged back to her room on incredibly unsteady legs, shuffling through the halls slowly. Her backside and thighs stung. She wondered briefly if her skin had been broken with the amount of pain she was in. She entered her room that she shared with Historia and the blonde jumped up to greet her, blonde hair swaying as she bolted towards her friend, worry etched onto her pretty features.

“Illyria!! Oh my god are you okay? I was so worried about you!” she threw her arms around the auburn haired woman, arms locking around her back and Illyria smiled, returning the warm embrace. Historia pulled away, still concerned.

“What happened? The captain was crazy mad with you, are you alright?” Illyria wasn’t sure how to answer that question so she chuckled gently.

“I’m fine, just really tired.” And she brushed past the blonde and headed to her bed. She saw her night clothes carefully folded up at the foot of her bed and hesitated. She was conscious of the fact that if she changed in front of Historia like she usually would, there would be a high chance of her friend seeing the marks on her body that Levi had left. However, her night clothes would be much more comfortable to sleep in, allowing her skin some respite after the recent onslaught. She removed her shirt, throwing it carelessly into the basket and pulled on her nightshirt. She eyed her loose bottoms as she kicked off her boots and removed the harnesses. Stealing a glance at Historia who was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling in thought, a relaxed look on her face.

Illyria got into bed, not wanting to risk being seen. She would stay in her uniform trousers tonight. She could bare it for one night. As she got in the covers she winced, the bed was hard, pressing harshly against her sore skin. But it was also cold, which helped ease the throbbing sensation. Illyria wished she could strip down and press her heated skin flush against the cold sheets, but decided against it. As she reminisced about the very recent events, she felt a wave of humiliation wash over her.

She was still incredibly turned on from what had happened but she couldn’t help but feel guilty about it all. What sort of creep was she? Getting into that state over something so... wrong. And in front of the captain no less! She hoped and prayed that he hadn’t caught on to her obvious arousal from the situation, hopefully putting her cries down to ones of pain rather than pleasure. She bit her lip hard, remembering how it had felt. She felt her pussy twitch slightly and groaned at her frustration.

What the hell was happening to her?

She sighed, rolling onto her side and trying to force herself to sleep.

When she awoke the next day, she rolled onto her back, regretting it instantly as she hissed in pain, arching slightly she pushed herself off the bed. Historia had already left, probably for breakfast. Illyria took the opportunity to head to the bathroom. The bathroom, was very small, a toilet, sink and mirror the only things inside. Communal showers were down the hall. Illyria stepped inside and shut the door, gingerly pulling down her trousers as she examined herself in the mirror.

Her eyes widened.

Thick, dark bruises littered her ass and thighs. Her cheeks dusted a sea of colour from pink to dark purple, patches of her skin were raised slightly in angry looking welts, the occasional small slice from where the edge of the belt had sliced through her delicate skin, scabbing over and leaving thin cuts across her once flawless skin. He had really done a job on her. She pulled her trousers up, gathering up a fresh uniform, seizing her soap and towel as she headed for the shower room.

She was relieved to see the shower room empty as she set down her fresh clean clothes, desperate to get out of her filthy underwear and wash away any memories that lingered from last night. She turned on the shower and stood underneath the water, the coldness welcomed for once as droplets of water trickled down her sensitive flesh.

Once she was clean again she dried herself and got dressed, towel drying her hair as best as she could before she pulled it up into a messy, tight bun and headed for the mess hall.

There was the usual morning bustle as the cadets and officers are their breakfast. It was a the largest room in the castle, tens of tables scattered around and the servers dishing up the porridge behind the counter. The kitchen was behind, which was surprisingly small and further in the back of the kitchen, was a door to the stock room. Illyria walked up to Petra, who was serving today with Mikasa. She offered a small smile as Petra handed her a bowl of porridge and a cup of tea. Illyria took her tray and looked around for her friends.

Historia waved excitedly and Illyria headed over and placed her tray down next to the blonde. Gingerly, she sat down, aware that the hard wood was surely going to cause her some discomfort, but she grit her teeth and bared it. She kept quiet during breakfast, not wanting to attract attention in case anybody asked her about what had happened last night. By now she was convinced Historia would have filled Eren and the others in on what had happened, and she did not want a hundred questions being thrown her way.

She felt herself relax a little in the presence of her friends and joined in conversation here and there. She took a sip of her tea, looking up and saw the captain at the table across from her. He was listening to something the commander was saying and then he glanced away, eyes locking onto Illyria’s. Immediately, Illyria felt her body react, a heat running across her chest and a fluttering in her stomach. Her eyes twitched, narrowing ever so slightly at the reaction she was having. The captain stared right back, his eyebrow raising slightly when he saw Illyria’s eyes narrow at him. Quickly, she looked away, breaking eye contact and put her tea down, heaving a sigh.

“I need some air, I’ll see you guys in a bit.” And she stood, Historia smiled.

“Okay, we’re doing 3DMG training at nine so make sure you’re there.” Illyria rolled her eyes and groaned internally. Usually she enjoyed practice with the 3DMG, got she didn’t want it today. The straps used to hoist her up always dug in painfully, and she was already ridiculously tender. She headed out to the courtyard, grabbing a pair of bandages from a box on the floor and began wrapping her hands and wrists as she headed over to one of the combat dummy’s.

She took up her stance and began practicing her moves, swinging her arms with force, using a combination of her fists, forearm, elbow, knee and leg to attack the immovable object before her. This was how she liked to blow off steam, perfecting her punches, strengthening her body, working up a sweat. It helped her burn off her excess energy and release tension.

After some time, she saw Historia and the others come out of the castle. She took a few deep breaths and joined them, heading for the real training of the day. Once they had reached training grounds for the gear Levi addressed them.

“Alright, Jaeger, Reiss, Light and Arlert, step up. Ackerman, Braun, Hoover and Leonheart, grab your swords. The rest of you, wind the levers.” A chorus of strong ‘Yes sirs’ filled the air with a wave of salutes and everyone took their positions.

Illyria stepped into the straps, wiggling her hips a little as she pulled them up to her waist. They were incredibly loose. She turned slightly, reaching as far back as she could to try and tighten them, her fingers gripping the strap, but she was at such an awkward angle she couldn’t get a good enough grip to pull them tighter. She scowled letting out a grunt of frustration. Historia, who was stood to her right looked over.

“Are you ok?” she asked. Illyria sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, the straps are just loose...” suddenly, she felt someone behind her, grabbing the buckle to her right and pulling forcefully.

“Are you always this useless?” she froze. Levi. His voice was harsh as he pulled the strap tightly. The strap pressing deeply into her cheeks and waist. She bit her lip as the rough material bit into the bruised skin underneath. His fingers moved to the buckle on her left, giving it the same treatment, ensuring she was secured tightly before adjusting the clips at the side.

Illyria couldn’t help but think he had purposely tightened the straps a little too much but didn’t say anything. He stepped away when he was done.

“Alright, begin.” The cadets assigned to the levers began winding them up, hoisting Illyria and the others into the air. As the cords tightened, Illyria felt the device bite into her skin and she raised her arms, holding onto the cords that were pulling her up, hissing a little. She struggled to keep herself balanced, yet alone perform any graceful manoeuvres whilst in the air, which is what was expected of her during this particular exercise.

She slowly released the cords, breathing a little unsteady as she looked down to the ground. Levi stood, watching her carefully, arms folded against his chest. Did he know how much pain she was in? Did he even care? Was it all intentional? Illyria couldn’t tell, his face giving nothing away as he watched intently.

Swallowing down the pain she arched her body forward and began the training as usual, forcing her body to move even though it practically screamed at her to stop. She would not be beaten down like this. Failing to take her training seriously last time had had dire consequences. There was no way she would make the same mistake again.

So she gave her all, keeping up with the others and sometimes even outdoing them. Levi watched all four of them for a few minutes before turning his attention to the cadets who were engaged in sword fighting.

When Levi called time, the groups swapped over. The rest of the training went without much incident. Illyria completed her sword practice and then went to the levers. Levi watched her wind up the lever and secure it, looking up to make sure the cadet she was hoisting up was okay. Content with her work she watched Sasha begin her practice.

Illyria was happy for the breather. She had been determined to give her all, but she was still very sore and probably would be for a few days. She glanced at the floor and rubbed her hip, feeling the slight indent that had been left there from the gear earlier and frowned slightly.

“You did surprisingly well today, Light.” She jumped as her head shot to the side, realising Levi was stood beside her as he watched Sasha falter for a moment before righting herself. She blinked, unsure of how to respond.

“Thank you, sir.” She finally said, feeling a bit more relaxed than she had previously. She folded her arms as she joined him in watching Sasha.

“Given your delicate condition I expected less from you.” Her head snapped back towards him but he didn’t take his eyes off Sasha. His tone was casual but his words irritated Illyria. Firstly, how dare he bring that up here! In the middle of training! Secondly, she was desperately trying to forget about last night, the last thing she wanted was him bringing it up. And thirdly, how dare he underestimate her like that! She scoffed, looking away from him and turning her attention back to Sasha.

“It will take more than that to break me, sir.” she retorted, feeling her annoyance overshadowing her previous lack of confidence.

“Maybe so...” he drawled as he leaned closer to her, his arm brushing against hers and turned his head to talk into her ear. His hot breath tickling her skin.

“But you can be broken, Light. You’ll do well to remember that.” His voice was low, the hint of a warning present. Illyria felt her blood run cold, an involuntary shiver making it’s way down her spine. She felt his fingers suddenly grip the back of her thigh without warning, tips of his fingers pinching firmly into her bruised skin. She gasped and lurched forward abruptly. His hand was gone as soon as it had appeared and she forced herself to remain steady. Clenching her jaw tightly she turned and glared at the man beside her.

He observed her quietly, his eyes challenging, daring her to speak out of turn. She saw the faintest smirk pull at the corners of his lips as she glared back at him.

“Time!” he called out, averting his gaze and stepped away from the shaken cadet. Illyria watched him walk away, swallowing thickly. What the hell was he thinking grabbing her like that? Did he forget where he was for a moment? She lowered Sasha and after a few minutes, Levi dismissed them all.

Illyria quickly returned back to the castle, her mind running wild with thoughts of what had just transpired. Trying desperately to ignore how it had made her body feel.

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