"Not the brat who killed Sasha. I'm not done with her yet."
Gabi's heart sunk in her chest.
The guard holding her arm reluctantly let go, fleeing the room at the order. They seemed to give her a pitiful glance before closing the door shut behind them.
It was just her and this devil now.
Eren Jaeger.
The man who trampled over Liberio. The man who killed many innocents. The man who caused the death of her friends. Eren Jaeger was the man she swore to kill.
He was leaning with one hand against the table. Steam rose out of his slowly dissipating injuries. It didn't take long until his skin went back to being immaculately smooth, free from any scars or wounds. If not for the fact that he looked rather raggedy and unwashed, Eren would look like he was well-put together. Like he knew what he was doing and would need only to lift a finger for Gabi's head to come flying off.
He turned his attention towards her.
Everything and nothing was happening all at once and Gabi wasn't sure where her place in it was. This will be an execution. She was sure of it.
It felt as if one second ago, the soldiers from the Alliance were just talking with her, and then the next,The Devil arrived, throwing punches, kicks, and a bunch of mean words that seemed to deeply offend the others. They had all gotten their fair share of damage from Jaeger. He said she wasn't done with her yet. Well true, she'd been too content to stay still and become a background character during the commotion.
Her fingers laid perfectly flat against the table—as he had told them to do earlier. She wants to disobey.
But now that she'd caught his eye, she found herself shaking in her seat instead. So much for having the guts.
Eren sat back in his chair again. An ever-present scowl on his face. He looked like he was done with this. Honest to Helos, Gabi prayed that he'd just let her go, but that was most likely off the table (and it wasn't the time for her to make stupid puns).
Silence weighed thickly in the air around them, but Eren didn't seem phased by it at all. In fact, he seemed to relish the tense uncomfortable atmosphere. Meanwhile, Gabi's hand itched to go to the side of her thigh.
Then, he spoke, "You heard her last words."
Why was he asking this now? She didn't know if it was right to answer but she did anyway, "Yes."
He looked at her hunched shoulders, her concealed pout, as if he remembered something. Whatever it was, he shook it out of his thoughts. A frown made its way on his face. "She was just following orders, you know?" She didn't deserve to die.
But he already knew it would be the case. Eren wished he could seize this girl by the throat and cut off her air supply until she turned cold and blue. The image of a bullet briefly appeared in his mind. Maybe destiny would find another way.
Standing up, he stared down at her with menacing eyes. "But you, brat–" he lifted her by the collar so that she could see eye to eye with him. Her feet dangling in the air, she reached for his wrists. Discomfort. Fear. "Tell me, which Marleyan scum gave you the permission to board the airship and open fire!?"
At his bellowing voice, she flinched away like a cowering puppy. Eren thought she looked the part too. Rich brown hair. Big doe eyes. Brimming with tears. It reminded him of someone he hated. Someone from long ago.
She mumbled weakly, desperately clutching at his wrists, "I'm sorry. It was my fault, I–"
She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to-
But the tears fell anyway.
"I did it out of my own free will! Please spare Falco, he has nothing to do with–"
He slightly loosened the grip on her collar, not enough to fully let go, just enough to let her lower back rest against the table. She could breathe for a moment here. She could think of what to do.
Pursing his lips, Eren whispered, "Free will, huh?"
Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine. He said it as though he was talking to himself. As though she wasn't supposed to hear it.
Well, Eren thought. Irony had really come for him this time. The taste of it was bitter.
Gabi, meanwhile, was trying to collect herself. She counted her breaths like clockwork and realized she may have been hyperventilating. She was Gabi Braun, goddamnit! She'd gotten herself out of many difficult situations before. No doubt, she could get out of this one, too. It was almost impossible, unimaginable, but she had no better ideas. He looked preoccupied enough, anyway. It was now or never.
In a flash, her shaking hand went to the side of her thigh. With the boost of adrenaline and some hundred pulsing heartbeats, she lunged at his neck.
Blood dripped on the table.
"You have good aim."
He caught the sharp blade around his palm.
"That would have killed me, you know?" It left a measly cut compared to the one she was wishing upon him. He haphazardly released the knife, throwing it somewhere to the side of the table, out of her reach. Then, he presented her the gash it had made. A horizontal line across his palm, much like the one from earlier. He was mocking her with that same bored expression.
She gulped. This was it. Her execution.
She broke down. A wave of fear crashed over her. She broke down, and stopped resisting his rough hand. She broke down, crying, screaming, as the Devil watched. "Please," she sniffled, "just– Kill me! Kill me! Get it over with!"
Eren's eyebrows rose angrily at her sudden cowardice. This girl chose the least appropriate time to throw a temper tantrum. He delivered a fist to her ribcage, sending her sprawling across the white table. "Tsk, tsk," he started, "in the end, you're just a whiny, little, bitch. All bark, no bite."
She grit her teeth at the demeaning words. He really was a monster.
"Marley's dog. Their obedient bitch," Eren scoffed like it left a bitter taste in his mouth, "They don't give a shit about you. You killed Sasha because of free will?" He snickered unkindly. "No you didn't! You killed her because they trained you so well. "
He pet her brown locks condescendingly, messing up the already messy bun she'd tied up. She glared daggers at him— the Devil. He was proving himself to be quite so.
And it was only going to go downhill from here.
"Why do you want to become a Marleyan so badly?" Eren asked, pulling at her hair harder. She winced at this. "All they've ever done is use you. You don't owe them shit."
"I wanted to give my family a good life!" she snapped back.
"At the cost of being a tool? You're pretty fucking stupid." A palm slapped her on the cheek. Her eyes widened as she backed away—away from him. The perceived monster. He knew this. Eren could already see the red imprint on her tanned skin. Serves her right. He continued, "Tell me, what good does it do-" a shove- "to fight for the very system that oppresses you?!"
She cried.
She was being caged in his arms. In one of his hands, he held the bloody knife. She could sense the bloodlust in his green stare. So terrifying. So close she could feel his hair tickling the sides of her face. She sealed her eyelids tightly, unable to meet his gaze.
He freed the red ribbon tied around her collar, revealing smooth skin. Eren briefly entertained the thoughts at the back of his mind. It would look so good marked with black and blue, squeezed around his fingers. He really shouldn't.
Then, he pressed the tip of the knife underneath her jaw. Trailing down to her jugular. He wanted her to die a slow, painful death.
Paralyzed with fear, she didn't retaliate. Only swallowed the iron in her mouth. Only breathed in and out to soothe herself. It was only right. She had expected what was coming next.
Only, she never really didn't.
Eren was unreadable. He dragged the knife downwards, cutting her shirt open. In its wake, lay a beaded line of crimson.
"What..."
Panic creeped up on her as she registered the sound of cloth ripping apart. He had cut one of the straps of her dress. He continued slashing down, until the knife was situated right above her heart. She gasped as he pressed the pointed tip in, enough to cause a prickle of blood to come out.
"Here," He dug the knife in deeper, but not enough to pierce muscle, bone. "is where you shot Sasha."
Gabi's heart was beating frantically in her chest. She supposed he could feel it too, with the way he looked almost amused.
"Would you like to go the same way as her?"
His voice was deep and cold. Haunting. She nearly pissed herself in fear.
"T-the same way?"
He was waiting for an answer.
It took all the courage in her body to muster out a short, "Please…"
She closed her eyes.
Please no? Please what? He scoffed, "I'm not giving you what you want."
And then he took back the knife, instead severing her dress' other strap.
"You don't deserve a quick death."
He slashed more at her clothes ( "What are you-") , until it was torn and shredded. Almost half of her left breast was now exposed.
"You don't deserve honor."
Gabi's eyes widened in humiliation. He was doing this on purpose. She cried out, "Stop it!"
"Why?" Eren asked, "You'd been so prepared to die earlier. What difference does it make whether you knew what I was going to do with your body or not?"
She nearly puked.
She'd resigned herself to death, yes, but somehow this was worse than dying. He wasn't going to get away with this! She refused to go down without a fight. Because she wasn't a bitch and she won't back down from any Devil. She kicked, writhed, thrashed, and beat at his chest, but none of it was helping. He overpowered her. This was unfair. Unfair. Unfair!
"Oh, is that it?" He flitted his gaze briefly to her bare breast. " Honor? Is that the thing you value most? Not the lives of your people, not killing me-"
"You're wrong! You're wrong! Stop it! You disgusting Devil!"
She attempted to wiggle away from his grasp, kicking his chest once he tried to tear her clothes off her shoulders. The buttons of her shirt ripped open. Realizing this, she let out a distressed sob.
He was a man. She wasn't stupid. She knew what was going to happen.
Or maybe she'd just grown up too fast. Played with bombs instead of dolls. Ran in battlefields instead of playgrounds. Maybe she'd seen some things too early. Maybe the people who were supposed to shield her from the horrors of war used her as a shield to protect themselves instead. And maybe Eren ripping apart her dress was no different from Marley utilizing her as a weapon, but it certainly was more humiliating. Shame flooded her cheeks pink.
"Do you care about dignity too?" Eren taunted, narrowing his eyes, "It doesn't matter. You'd already thrown your dignity away the moment you decided to join them.
He led his bloody hand to her naked chest, feeling its fearful rise and fall. There was a bruise further down the side of it. A rib he had broken. He dug his thumb in.
"Ow! It hurts!" she whimpered.
Eren glanced at her face before moving his hand above her rapidly beating heart. He said, "Whining won't help you."
His palm spread along the expanse of her skin, cupping her breast, feeling the pulses of her heartbeat as if enamored by it. And she cried harder. Ugly tears. Messy snot. She looked pitiful then. Somehow, it reminded him of himself. The self he'd stored away.
However pathetic she looked, she never stopped glaring at him.
Was it a lie when she had surrendered herself earlier? Was it her way of convincing him to let her go? If Mikasa was here to hear this kid's apology, surely she'd get off scot-free. Eren thought.
He squeezed her supple skin underneath his palm. A vengeful, selfish, part of him wanted to take it further. To drive shards deep inside her ribcage. To leave her stiff, bloody corpse on the table for the Marleyans to retrieve. It would be so easy. He just had to lodge this knife in her chest and hold her down until she turned pale and unmoving. Until all the blood has gushed out of her body, leaving nothing left but a lifeless husk.
But that would derail so many of his plans.
Frustrated, he aimed a punch beside her head, leaving a sunken hole on the table. She flinched away, yelping.
He didn't know why he couldn't change destiny. He didn't know why he couldn't kill her. He didn't know why he didn't take Mikasa's hand that night and ran away. He didn't know why he hadn't done anything on the airship that night, knowing Sasha's death would happen. Fuck, he was pathetic. More powerless than this girl beneath him. It felt as though the simmering pot of hatred in his heart was about to bubble over.
"You're lucky to have even made it this far," he reminded her.
She huffed. "I'd rather be dead." Eren ignored her, rubbing her tender bud with his thumb. Goosebumps rose on her skin. She thrashed even more. Cried even harder. "You're not supposed to touch me there!" One of her hands became free and struck him in the eye. The opportunity allowed her to dig her nails into his eyeball. This is as much as he deserved. "Let! Me! Go!"
The blood ran down his cheek. Down her arm. She frowned, noticing his angry snarl. It was then that she realized it was too early to celebrate a victory.
"You bitch!" He pinned her to the table with his upper half and took hold of her wrist. Then, he laid her hand flat on the table, stabbing the knife through her palm.
She screamed.
"Shut up." Eren intertwined her free hand with his wounded one, then slammed their lips together. A pointed crystal shot through her palm, coming out of his wound. She couldn't push him away.
"Mmf–!" He swallowed her desperate cry.
Now, there was no escape for her.
Eren pulled away, took a step back, righting himself again. Steam poured out of his wounds as he healed himself. Gabi watched in awe and terror as his injuries dissipated. It's hopeless. She couldn't hurt him. Much less kill him.
In the next few seconds, all the proof of his wounds were gone. There wasn't even any of his blood on him. Or anywhere, for that matter. All the blood on his clothes either came from her, or one of his friends from earlier.
She shivered at the thought—not even they were exempt from his brutality.
Despite the pain in her hands, she never stopped wiggling free from her position. When Eren noticed this, he remarked, "Still as stubborn as ever, huh?"
He stalked closer to her.
"What are you going to do?" She asked with frightened eyes and a quiver in her voice.
Simply, Eren responded.
"I'm going to hurt you."
He lifted her leg and pulled down her shorts, all the while she thrashed, kicking and screaming about. Once he ripped it off her, he placed her ankles above his shoulders to get better access as he tugged her underwear off. He'd gotten worked up during their fight earlier, but Gabi only noticed it now—the bulge at the front of his pants.
Her eyes were wet with tears. Her voice shook. "Y-you devil!"
She laid helpless at the edge of the table while Eren's hand creeped between her thighs. The other one holding them open. He pried her lower lips apart with two fingers, revealing a pink hole. She wasn't wet enough for this. Of course she wasn't. Eren didn't think that seemed to matter much.
"Have you bled here yet?" he asked, probing more with his fingers. His thumb on her nub dragged out a weird, tingly sensation. Maybe in a strange way, it felt good, but she'd deny that as long as she lived. This was unacceptable.
The question threw Gabi off. "N-no..?"
"Good." He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants just enough to free his aching hardness. Earlier, he could admit that it was more out of anger than anything, but now he just wanted to take his frustration out on her. She needed to be put in her place.
Gabi's eyes widened. Tears streaming out of its corners. His size was imposing against her small thigh. She'd never seen something like that before. As she thought about where it would go, her sobs increased in volume.
A palm was hastily placed above her mouth. Eren gave her a threatening glare. "Do you want them to hear you?"
Gabi shook her head.
He hummed in approval as he hiked her skirt up to her waist before positioning himself. This way, he could see all of her. Her clothes were torn. Her face was ruined with tears. Her legs were spread apart. It was a show of humiliation.
Eren guided the tip of his penis down her slit, then up again, rubbing it against her. He leaned down so that she could hear him ask, mockingly, "How does it feel, knowing your first time would be with a devil? "
She wanted to answer, the worst! But she couldn't.
Eren began to push into her. Slowly. Because he wanted her to feel every second of it. He wanted her to feel the drag as her walls were breached, as she was deflowered by the man she so detested.
Her feet kicked uselessly. She sobbed louder. It stung. It hurt. It burned. Something tore apart in her. She didn't know what else to do but scream. Her shouts were muffled. "Get it out! Get it out! Please..."
He gripped her waist with both hands and snapped his hips, making her cry out as he sunk in deeper. "Lost your spine, huh?"
She panted, quieter this time. Feared that she'd lose consciousness due to the pain. He withdrew then moved forward again, pushing her body up the table from the force. She scrunched her face in discomfort. Eren only grunted.
A sickening squelch was produced from their bodies. She didn't want to look down to know what it was. It hurt enough as it did. Eren could see the red stains on the tablecloth. He could care less.
"Fuck, you're tight," he muttered under his breath, groaning. Now, he was starting to pick up pace, driving himself into her over and over again. Over and over again. A series of wet sounds were made from where they were connected. It felt as though there was no end in sight. No light at the end of the tunnel. Hopeless. Helpless. She was helpless beneath him.
Her thighs trembled in agony. Silently begging for mercy, she could do nothing but stare up at the dull, muted greens of his eyes. The fogged-up smoke that took the place of his humanity. Maybe Reiner was right, there were only humans on this island back then. But now, she was sure—there was one Devil.
And his fangs were ready to devour her whole.
"Devil. Devil. Devil," she breathed the words out in time with her panting, letting her head fall to the side. Her hair was obscuring her view of their surroundings, but her ears still perked up at the sound of footsteps outside the door. She yelled, hoping for a miracle, "Someone! Save me!"
It was futile. He clamped a hand over her lips again, then seized her throat with his fingers, hard enough to elicit a breathless gasp from her. A bit more force and he could break her neck here, he realized. The footsteps walked past.
Eren looked at her sternly. Gaze intense. "No one will save you."
She sobbed and cried below him until her voice was hoarse, until her head felt light, and the world started to fade from her vision. All the while, Eren took her relentlessly upon the table. This was not just sex; this was a show of power. Violence. Humiliation.
A warm release flooded the bottom of her stomach.
It was semen, she was sure it was called. It felt icky between her thighs. She had heard from older girls that it can be used to sow life within them. With tears running down her cheeks, she looked at her lower body, and at his cock pumping the icky liquid inside of her. Had she been older, she might've—she might've-
The thought made her sick.
Weary eyes stared defiantly up at him. With the last of her strength, she muttered, "Devil... Devil... I'll kill–"
Eren pursed his lips and squeezed her windpipe tighter, cutting off what she was about to say.
He watched as her eyelids drooped and fell, and as her mouth went slack. Eren rode the rest of his orgasm fucking her unconscious body with unusual care. It wasn't his plan to kill her, obviously.
"We. Are. The. Same," he whispered even if he knew she wouldn't hear it (she never listened anyway), emphasizing each word with a snap of his hips as his thrusts began to slow down