022 - The Story I Never Told Anyone {1st💋}

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{ (Y/F/N) : Your Father's Name
(Y/M/N) : Your Mother's Name }







I emptily sit on the bed Levi left me on. Is it wrong that I want to feel his touch once again?


I've never felt the sort of affection he just gave me - is that feeling from the type of love Gunther mentioned to me before : Romantic Love?


But why did it feel so nice? How did the love I experienced from my captain feel so amazing? That's not how it works - romantic love is supposed to be a waste of time like Mother said and that hooking up is how one should get kids.


But a sudden spark moves in my body. I want to see Levi right now.


As I feel sensations I've never felt before, I jump off my head and head out the door and into downstairs. I don't care if anyone sees me, my hair is already crazily covering my face.


When I arrive at the jail cell Levi mentioned earlier, I look through the prison cell bars and what I see destroys me completely.


Levi's back is bent down as he is completely focused in what he was doing — he was removing fingernails from the person strapped to the chair.


A surprised gasp leaves my lips and I cover my mouth when it does. Levi and Hange turn towards my direction immediately to see what was going on.


The way Levi was torturing the poor man that was strapped to the chair triggered something inside me that I haven't felt in so long.


















I fidget around the seat that my dad strapped me to. "Pa.." I cry out.


"(Y/F/N)! Open this door at this instant or I'm knocking it down!" Mother screeches as she slams on the door that Father has locked to separate us from her.


He pierced and injector through my arm and tears begin falling down my face. "Don't worry, honey~" Father maniacally laughs. "I just need some of your blood and flesh to create something amazing.."
















I begin running back to my room and when I get there I slam the door and go back to my bed, curling in the blankets.


I'm usually not this sensitive. Why now?


I shut my eyes at the thought of my own friends just torturing someone just to get information. I was a bit disappointed but it's really not my call to make.


Someone knocks on my door and moves it ajar for a bit. "(F/N)?" Levi softly calls but I don't reply. Licking his lips, he comes in and closes the entrance behind him. "I'm sorry you had to see that."


Still, I don't say anything.


"The person in the cell had some valuable information to us that we needed to know ourselves and that was the only way to make him talk. They deserved it anyway - they did the same to Pastor Nick not too long ago," he explains but this just makes me sink deeper into the bed. "Uh, are you going to forgive me?"


Forgive him— what? I don't need him to apologize, it's not like he voluntarily wanted to torture him..


..he obviously voluntarily wanted to torture him.


As he takes steps closer to me, I allow a deep breath as a sign of defeat. "No, no. I shouldn't have overreacted anyway," I gulp and I remove the covers I was using to hide myself underneath.


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