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Even thought he had watched the man move closer and closer to where he was tied to a chair, Armin still jumped at the light touch to his jaw; bringing his face to meet their captors. “Christa, was it,” the man smirked, leaning closer and closer to whisper into Armin’s, “It’s a waste that such a pretty young girl associating herself with the brutes in the survey corps.”
Armin felt his hot breath against the side of his face that made his blood run cold and tears form on is lashes. He wanted to scream, to fight, to do something to get this man as far away as possible, however, doing so would not only jeopardize their safety, but this entire mission. The only thing the blond could do was to keep his mouth shut, and to look to Jean, tied up opposite of him, for some kind of comfort. However, he only saw anger in his friend’s expression.
It was just the previous night that Jean and Armin were ordered to disguise themselves as Eren and Historia in order to lure in the Central MP. Just the thought of this mission alone sent chills all over his body. But, knowing backing out or refusing to this task was not going to help ensure is best friends’ safety, he followed his orders and walked out into the town in a skirt and wig, walking along side the Jean, who was more than annoyed to be dressed as Eren for the second time.
Not even after fifteen minutes of walking around town, the central MP finally showed themselves hastily, driving through the group of survey corps members, snatching Armin and Jean from the crowd into their captor’s wagon, and riding off to a ware house outside the town. Once there, the two were then bound to chairs, surrounded by a jungle of wooden crates, with the only light source from windows high above, where Captain Levi and his friends would enter from to save them. The two in disguise were left alone with a man with hunger in his eyes as soon as they landed on Armin.
The man had soon migrated behind Armin, placing his fit hand on his slender shoulders and began to rub down toward his chest. This can’t be happening, the blond though, lowering his head in fear, just a little bit longer, then Levi will show up.
The man’s hand worked its way over Armin’s chest, his heart skipping a beat as the man started to grope his non-existent breasts. He held his breath waiting for the worst to happen, only let it out in relief.
“A little on the flat side, aren't you” the man chuckled back into Armin’s ear. “So, how about it, let me hear your voice.”
The man wrapped his arms tighter around the blonds’ slender body. Armin raised his head out of shock, biting his lower lip to ensure that his boyish voice won’t be heard. The man leaned in closer and closer until he was practically suffocating in mans hot breath.
“Huh? How ‘bout it? It’s fine right.” The man kept chuckling into the blonds’ ear, never failing to give him goose bumps all over his body. Tears were creeping into Armin’s eyelashes, threatening to spill at any moment. The man’s hands started to move lower and lower down his body. “I wanna hear a cute girl’s voice, c’mon.”
Please, just get off of me, he thought, not like this, he can’t find out.
“Stop! Let go!” Both Armin and the man looked to the direction of the yelling, only to see a very angry Jean. He was practically red with rage, trying to fight hit tight restraints.
“Why don’t you keep your mouth shut, Brat” The man told the taller male, and continued to work his hands down the smaller males’ body.
“I said Let go” Jean continued to yell, losing all control of his voice, not caring at this point if any of the other MP members heard him.
Calm down Jean, Armin thought, looking to the other. This won’t help anyone, please.
“I said to shut the fuck up, boy.” The man yelled back, making Armin flinch at the volume. He turned his attention back to the smaller blond. Hands dangerously close to his thighs and lips now pressed into the exposed skin of Armin’s neck.
“GET OFF OF HIM” Jean screamed back, the other two froze, one out of shock and the other out of pure terror.
Jean, the blond thought frantically, do you not realize what you just said, that you blew our cov-
Armin’s thoughts were cut short when two more MP members barged into the room. “What’s with all the yelling in here” one of the new members inquired, to the man still wrapped around the small blond. “I thought you said you could keep them under control.”
The man, not paying mind to the other to MP members, stared at Jean, eyes widened and mouth ajar. “Did you just say ‘him’” the man asked the taller male.
It was only then Jean realized what he just said, what he just done. A mixture of emotions fled to his face, but the only one read by Armin was a look of apology and regret.
It was then that Armin was finally released from the man’s arms, only to have him circle back in front of him, face to face, and to be held tightly by his jaw by the man’s fat hands. The man leaned in to inspect Armin’s face for any masculine features. “You sure don’t look it, if you are a boy.”
Armin felt a hand grabbing at the top of his head, one of the other MP members, and ripped the blond wig from on top of his head, watching as his own blond fell into his eyes. His heart was beating inhumanly fast at this point, he thought it may burst.
“Still looks like a girl to me” the third MP said with a laugh. “Check under the shirt.”
Armin’s already large eyes widened even more as he saw two hands reach the collar of his shirt. He wanted to scream, but he was frozen in fear as the hand yanked on the shirt. The sound of fabric ripping and buttons flying echoed in the room. All men in the room were silent at the sight of Armin’s bare chest, rising and falling with his hyperventilation.
The scream stuck in the blonds’ throat was released as a strong hand was grabbing a fist full of his own hair, pulling his head back.
“You think this is a joke, kid” The second MP shouted from his side. He motioned to Jean “And I assume your friend here isn't the real Eren.” Attention was brought to the other teen restrained in the other chair. Disappointed to see he was still frozen, trying to comprehend the situation.
Attention back on Armin, who was still trapped with is head back, could not see what would happen next.
The next thing he felt was the sharp edge of a blade at his neck; he caught and swallowed his next breath in his throat.
“Tell us where the real Eren and Christa are and maybe we’ll let you go free” the MP threatened “of course, leaving behind a finger or two.”
This can’t be happening, Armin finally able to think. The blond looked to Jean once more, for an answer or for comfort. However, he only found a face that hung in regret, not wanting to meet eyes. Levi, Mikasa, where are you, I don’t know how much longer-
He didn't know how long he had stayed silent, but his thoughts were cut short by the third MP. “He’s not talking” he said coldly and plainly, and gave a nod to the MP holding the dagger. The other nodded in return, then with a flick of the metallic object across the pale skin of his neck, the man let go of Armin's hair, letting the blond drop as much to the side as his restraints would let him.
Armin’s heart gave one painfully last thud inside his chest before he felt the burning sting arise on his throat. The pain is still intense as he felt the warm trickle of his own blood, running down his body and a ringing in his ears. He tried to fight off the inevitable, struggling to will his lungs to keep breathing. But that was a pointless endeavor, as that tired him out rather quickly. His vision fading away as he felt his whole body rapidly became numb.
The last he was able to hear was his friend screaming his name.