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“Say it again. Say my name.” As Levi latched his lips around the tender spot beneath your ear, you complied, squeezing your eyes shut. He lightly tugged at the cloth concealing your shoulders, sucking hard down the contour of your neck and leaving  purple indentions along the way. His name rolled from your lips in weak moans. As he pulled himself away from his assault on your neck with a low gasp, his slender fingers slipped through the first loop connecting your shirt, his knuckles brushing against the concealed flesh. Your cheeks tinged red. “Again,” he said, compressing the button between his thumb and knuckl

“My name is Levi...” The words repeated in his mind over and over again. As he gripped the iron bars harder than ever before, the frigidness of the metal cut into his skin. He watched you with an aching heart as you twisted and tangled yourself in the covers. Tears rolled down your temples, down the contours of your face. Face contorting to a grimace, you whined incoherently, too exhausted to fully express your worries and feelings into full sentences. The only words you were able to whimper were, “Levi-! Why! Where-? Please...,” all in between choked sobs. He thought about your reaction when he finally revealed the

Click. Click. Click. The familiar footsteps immediately diminished your drowsiness. You jolted from your pillow, directing your body towards the sounds and curled your knees to your chest. Though the sound of the iron grating against the bricks normally made anyone sick, you were used to it. In fact, you found it comforting. It signaled that the only person in your life, your captor, your mysterious lover, your secret admirer, approached you. As his steps halted at the edge of your bed, you shyly held out your hands, questioning his whereabouts. You couldn’t hide your smile as the warmth of his calloused hands encircled your frigid fin

Nothing hurt Levi more than hearing your screams and cries of despair, bouncing along the walls and piercing down to his psyche. But, overtime, these rebellious noises diminished. You resisted him less and less and even seemed to enjoy his visits . Gradually, he believed you adjusted to the idea that he indeed only wished to protect you and take care of you. He witnessed himself how crafty and adept you could be in the underground. Despite your blindness, you learned how to avoid danger and fight off predators that crossed your path. But, in the dangerous world you lived in, one mistake was all you needed. The hollows in your collarbone and

With each passing day in this cage of darkness incarcerating your person, little pieces of your sanity drifted away little by little. Instead of fighting to escape, screaming until your throat numbed or crying until your eyes were dry, you slowly surrendered to the chains, clinging you to the frigid brick wall. You accepted the once annoying springs in your cot, intending your sensitive skin with their points. It was not that you particularly wished to. You were just too tired to resist anymore. Worst of all, you found yourself embracing the assistances of your captor. He very rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually cursing to himself

“Who are you? Please, tell me! Who are you!” Gripping the iron bars of the prison cell, Levi watched as you struggled against the metal cuffs, chaining you to the walls. The whitish film over your irises distorted due to the tears brimming in your eyes. Your skin was marred by faint scratches and bruises but nothing worth complaining about. You suffered much worse. Despite your blindness, you maneuvered through the streets of the underground with ease. You had to. What other choice did you have? You knew the darkness well. You embraced at as a part of your life and did what you could with it. Every now and then, you crossed path

You were used to the darkness. You lived in it. You even welcomed it as you knew not any other world. You manipulated yourself around perfectly. Your still functioning senses became a little more heightened as you depended on them to replace what you had lost. Truly, your childhood sickness, despite its triggering insecurities, despite the obvious that came with the inability to visually enjoy the beauties of the world, they could not hold you down. But, this blackness was different. The coldness from the metal cuff cut into the raw skin of your wrists. The moistness forming along the bricks caused the chills along your spine to increase. Th

"Is it just me or she's gained weight. She looks fat." "I'm fat?" You eyes widened as you scanned yourself. A lot of things have been happening lately. You weren't feeling so good, so your friend brought you snacks and sweets. All of which you gratefully accepted. Biting your bottom lip, you go into your bathroom and looked at yourself. "They're...right?" Did all those snacks really make you fat? You do feel yourself getting heavier. Keeping in the tears, you head into your bedroom and changed into clothing fit for exercise. This is not the weight of professional ice skaters. You needed to go on a diet. Locking the door to your house, y

Well just look at what you've done, Don't you dare Forget the Sun, love. You look down on me, so casually in everything I know. You look down at me, but not right at me. Did I wreck this broken home? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Listen to this: http://youtu.be/7mkePUgLO5U ( Eren's P. O. V. ) December 11, 2013 ' Dear Diary, Life is trying me, Can I get a sign? Or two of mind, a Piece of mind. Oh, can I get a sign? Can I get a sign? ' Pulling away from the notebook I kept on my desk, I flicked my eyes towards the white door that had metal bars on the windows, trapping me in this cage like a wild animal. Chuckling with an insane grin on