Mikasa felt nothing but the cold paralyzing her body—her old dress hung over her as if on a skeleton, and her wrists and ankles burned with unbearable pain from the ropes binding her body. She couldn't see anything through the black blindfold, but all she could hear was the dull rattle of the wagon as it the cart drove across the bumpy path.
This left the girl alone with her thoughts and traumas, which she tried desperately to process – her dad dead on the floor, bleeding to death from a knife wound. Her mom trying to protect her, and then an axe blade, it dug into her shoulder—her screams, a pool of blood beneath her feet, and the light escaping from Mikasa's mom's eyes.
Mikasa wanted to cry, but she had no strength or energy – the only thing she felt was emptiness and pain, like a beast that devoured her soul whole – at first the girl tried to break free from the ropes, but after a while she realized that her efforts were futile.
The cart gently jumped on the stones on the path – then the blindfold softly fell from her eyelids, and Mikasa helped herself by shaking her head – and then she could already see. She was in some dirty wagon, covered with a beige sheet from above – three men sat in the front – her kidnappers and the murderers of her parents.
Those who turned her life into hell on earth.
Mikasa narrowed her eyes from the sudden sunlight entering the wagon, but hid her head so that no one would notice that the blindfold had fallen from her eyes. Then she saw that she was not alone – there were two other girls sitting next to her, who had regained consciousness – she could not hear their sobs because of the noise of the cart.
The first one was her peer - her appearance was with long auburn hair, a delicate complexion and a slim figure – the girl wore a tight white dress and a yellow cardigan that was way too long for her. Her wrists and ankles were bound, and her eyes were covered with a black blindfold.
The other one was also her peer with dazzling waist-length platinum blonde hair, tanned skin with no moles and open meadow-green eyes – she wore a burgundy skirt, a white shirt and a washed-out green mint cardigan. Next to her lied a black blindfold, her cheeks marked with traces of fresh tears.
Mikasa was not alone – this gave her a bit of encouragement, but did not help in the current situation – the girl was still in a state of shock and consternation. Knowing that she had little chance of escaping from here, Mikasa silently lied down on the wooden floor of the wagon and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.
And even this did not succeed.
Pain, shock and despair devoured her childish soul whole, like a monster born of her grief and sorrow.
But Mikasa knew one thing – her life would turn into hell on earth when she would be sold on the black market. Realizing what a miserable fate awaited her, Mikasa curled up into a ball and reached back to the "before" times.
A green garden full of vegetables, embroidery with mom at the table and dad's smile – growing plants and working in the sweat in the garden but feeling satisfaction. Now all this is gone forever – Mikasa is left alone – without family, without friends – only with traumas and clothes on her back.
Mikasa wanted to cry, sob and scream at the top of her lungs in despair – but the pain, shock and sorrow she felt prevented her from doing so – there was coldness and suffering in her eyes. No anger or anguish in the girl's gaze.
Despite this, for the rest of the journey, Mikasa did not shed a single tear – she did not even have the strength to scream in despair.
Mikasa was lined up with the other two girls—her wrists and ankles still tied in a piece of scratching rope—at least he would let her stand without the black blindfold. . Mikasa was sure that the cart travelled all the way to the Underground. Two other girls of Mikasa's age were crying softly with pearly tears that ran down the cheeks of the two girls and dripped onto their clothes. Mikasa was unable to cry – she had no strength or energy to do it.
Instead, the blonde with green eyes received a slap on the left cheek, so that she almost lost her balance while standing on soft legs. At this, the kidnapper only snorted with contempt and threatened that if they would sob then they would be smacked in the face.
"What's your name?" - The blonde asked Mikasa, shaking with fear and sadness
Mikasa Ackermann" - replied the Asian woman, clutching her dress with her fingers, - "And you?
"Kara Harberts" - replied the blonde and hung her head as if she was about to cringe in fear
Then one of the kidnappers took them by the ropes that bound their wrists and put them on the stage – torches were lit on cast-iron metal racks – Mikasa forced herself to raise her head – what she saw was etched into her head – those hungry looks, full of desire and passion – towards the children.
Mikasa knew that she landed in this nightmare with no way out – the hell of the Underground.
Notes: Hello guys, thanks for reading! For the side notes - I aged up the main Scouts, so the Cadets join the military at the age of 20 for storytelling purpose. And one thing - this fanfic contains topics such as: mentions of r*pe and sexual assault, prostitution (also forced one), suicide, depression and graphic display of violence. So just beware guys.