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Its dark, cold. I’m scared. Someones going to hurt me. Why isn't there anybody to help me. Its so dark...I can't see anything. He’s going to hurt me again. Why won't anybody save me.

I look at my hands and they’re red. I feel no pain on my body. Its not mine. Its not my blood! Whose blood is it! Theres a body lying in front of my small feet. He won't hurt me anymore, he won't. The pool of crimson seeps forward, wetting my toes. I take a step back and the sound a metal hitting the floor sends a ringing sensation to echo through my ears. I’m so scared. Is someone else coming for me.

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Your body is shakened, someone is trying to wake you. Your eyes open slowly, the room is black but you can feel the familiar presence that is sitting up beside you. Your cheeks are wet, you quickly realize that you must be crying.

“[Name]...” your shaking form is embraced by him, he holds you close as your body calms itself and begins to stop its trembling. “Its just a nightmare, its okay.” Such soft words, filled with so much meaning and sincerity.

Your eyes slowly closed and you drifted back into sleep, his warm embrace keeping you at peace.

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“A-Are you sure I’m doing this right?” you asked nervously as your petite hands grasped around it and squeezed.

“Yes, you're doing just fine. Don’t squeeze too tightly, you’ll make too much come out.”

“A-Alright,” your hand squeezed gently as they moved lower, “I think I’m getting pretty good at this,” as if speaking too soon, a slip of the hand caused a large amount of the white substance to get all over your hands.

“No! The cake!” Marco cried as he shooed you out of the way and tried to even out the frosting on the small cake.

You laughed awkwardly as you watched him, “Sorry, Marco.”

He smiled at his repair job on the cake then looked to you, “Don’t worry about it, [Name]-chan. It was an accident.”

You were always happy when you got to spend the day doing different things with Marco. He was always so cheery. It allowed you to feel at ease. For a brief moment you tried to think back to your dream, why did it scare you so much and why couldn't you remember. A frown creeped onto your face. Marco quickly noticed and felt immediate remorse. He made his way over to you and took your hand, leading you over to the cake. His smile was a welcoming as ever, “Come on, lets finish decorating the cake.”You blinked back tears and nodded happily.

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Levi hated the idea of leaving you alone after your dream last night. It was becoming clear now, his presence around you was starting to bring feelings and memories to the surface. He leaned back into the seat of the car as he looked out the window. He didn't get much sleep last night, having to take care of you was his main priority. His head ached, he brought his hand up to rub his temples when he saw the familiar glare of red covering his hand. His eyes narrowed and he shook his head. Running his hand through his hair, he tried hard to fight back the illusions.

His eyes opened slowly, blood ran down the sides of the windows, the car began to fill with thick blood. Levi kept composed, reaching into his suit jacket carefully and pulling out a bottle. Quickly, he dry swallowed a few pills and leaned himself further back into the seats. “How much longer must I endure this…”

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“Okay you...you’re going to cooperate with me. You got that?”

You stood in the kitchen, staring at a small circle cake. Picking up the icing, you slowly started to decorate the cake. “There we go…”

You felt someone peering over your shoulder as you worked on your “masterpiece”.

“What do you want, Jean?”

“Can I have some?” he asked, reminding you of a child.

“Na-uh, this baby is alllll mine,” you smirked as you took in the sight of the beautifully decorated cake.

“If you eat all that by yourself, you’ll get fat.” He reached in front of you, you watched as he effortlessly lifted the cake and carried it away from you. “There temptation has been removed from your fragile grasp.”

You shot a glare in his direction, “Put my cake down.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He chuckled, running a finger along the top of the cake and licking the icing off of his finger.

Your anger only grew, you swatted at him. When he continued to move out of your reach, you picked up the bowl of flour and tossed it in his direction.
He stood there stunned as the white powder covered him. “Did you really just do that?”

“Maybe I did,” your smirk grew playful. You knew what he would try to do next and you were ready for it.

Just as you expected, he took three eggs out of the carton and threw them in your direction. You quickly ducked and took cover behind the island. “Is that the best you can do!”

Your taunting wasn't helping you in anyway, as soon as you stood from your protective space, you were attacked by a tube of icing. Hitting your face and chest.

He smirked, looking you over. “Thats a good look for you, [name]-chan.”

Without thinking, you picked up the open bottle of blue food coloring and threw it at him. He just stood there in shock, complete shock. He looked so ridiculous, covered in flour and blue food coloring. You couldn't help but break into laughter.

“Anyone care to explain what's going on?” he familiar grumpy voice came from the man in the kitchen doorway.

“It was Jean, he started it.”

Jean looked flabbergasted, at a loss of words.

“Go get cleaned up…,” he sighed, looking over the mess in his kitchen with an annoyed expression.

Jean quickly left and you moved to follow him, but a sudden grasp on your wrist, prevented you from going anywhere. You looked at Levi, [eye color] eyes meeting his sharp blue ones. “Where do you think your going?”

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the table. “Tch...You’re filthy.” He ran his finger down your cheek, collecting some icing. Bringing his finger up to his mouth, he licked his finger clean. “Not bad.”

His eyes looked you over, “It looks like I’m going to have to clean you up.” He slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders slowly.

Your cheeks went a deep shade of red. He leaned down and kissed your neck, dragging his tongue up and along your cheek. Your breathing hitched, every time he touched you, your body went on fire and melted in his hands. You can feel him sliding your dress down your body until he finally pulls it completely off. He brings his hand to his neck and unties his grey suit tie. He's smirking at you as you watch him, curious what his plan is until it becomes obvious. He holds your wrists together and moves the tie around them, restraining you.

He smirked, watching your desperate expression. You wanted him so badly, you stare up at him open mouthed, his fingers move to your chin. His eyes are blazing, challenging you with his gaze. His strikes, covering your mouth with his own. Before you know it, his tongue is in your mouth, claiming and possessing you. You revel in the force he uses. You can feel him against the length of your body. He wants you, just you.

When he pulls away, you feel him pushing you back until you're almost fully on the table, legs hanging off the edge of the wooden surface. He leans down, kissing you. He slowly and leisurely trails kisses down the center of your body, from the base of your throat to between your breasts, down your torso to your stomach.

With one finger, he pulls your bra up and over her breasts, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Leaning down, he gives your breasts special attention. You fight your body as much as you can as it tries to arch in response. His cool fingers trail languidly across your stomach, you can't help but feel over sensitive. This was all his doing.

You can feel his hand moving lower, and lower.

He leans down and kisses you, his fingers now inside you, moving rhythmically with his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand grabs a fist-full of your hair and holds your head in place, keeping you exactly where he where he wants you. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming you. You push back against his hand, as he slows his hand and you're brought back from the brink. He does it again, putting your entire body in a mood of frustration.

“So close and yet so far…” he voice coos in your ear, making your sense of €need only stronger.

You're helpless, your mind lost to this surge of erotic need. Your mouth opens, “P-Please…” you beg him, wanting more of him.

“Oh [name], How could I say no when you make that face…”

“L-Levi…”

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To Be Continued...

Description
Its dark, cold. I’m scared. Someones going to hurt me. Why isn't there anybody to help me. Its so dark...I can't see anything. He’s going to hurt me again. Why won't anybody save me.

I look at my hands and they’re red. I feel no pain on my body. Its not mine. Its not my blood! Whose blood is it! Theres a body lying in front of my small feet. He won't hurt me anymore, he won't. The pool of crimson seeps forward, wetting my toes. I take a step back and the sound a metal hitting the floor sends a ringing sensation to echo through my ears. I’m so scared. Is someone else coming for me.

----------

Your body is shakened, someone is trying to wake you. Your eyes open slowly, the room is black but you can feel the familiar presence that is sitting up beside you. Your cheeks are wet, you quickly realize that you must be crying.

“[Name]...” your shaking form is embraced by him, he holds you close as your body calms itself and begins to stop its trembling. “Its just a nightmare, its okay.” Such soft words, filled with so much meaning and sincerity.

Your eyes slowly closed and you drifted back into sleep, his warm embrace keeping you at peace.

----------

“A-Are you sure I’m doing this right?” you asked nervously as your petite hands grasped around it and squeezed.

“Yes, you're doing just fine. Don’t squeeze too tightly, you’ll make too much come out.”

“A-Alright,” your hand squeezed gently as they moved lower, “I think I’m getting pretty good at this,” as if speaking too soon, a slip of the hand caused a large amount of the white substance to get all over your hands.

“No! The cake!” Marco cried as he shooed you out of the way and tried to even out the frosting on the small cake.

You laughed awkwardly as you watched him, “Sorry, Marco.”

He smiled at his repair job on the cake then looked to you, “Don’t worry about it, [Name]-chan. It was an accident.”

You were always happy when you got to spend the day doing different things with Marco. He was always so cheery. It allowed you to feel at ease. For a brief moment you tried to think back to your dream, why did it scare you so much and why couldn't you remember. A frown creeped onto your face. Marco quickly noticed and felt immediate remorse. He made his way over to you and took your hand, leading you over to the cake. His smile was a welcoming as ever, “Come on, lets finish decorating the cake.”You blinked back tears and nodded happily.

----------

Levi hated the idea of leaving you alone after your dream last night. It was becoming clear now, his presence around you was starting to bring feelings and memories to the surface. He leaned back into the seat of the car as he looked out the window. He didn't get much sleep last night, having to take care of you was his main priority. His head ached, he brought his hand up to rub his temples when he saw the familiar glare of red covering his hand. His eyes narrowed and he shook his head. Running his hand through his hair, he tried hard to fight back the illusions.

His eyes opened slowly, blood ran down the sides of the windows, the car began to fill with thick blood. Levi kept composed, reaching into his suit jacket carefully and pulling out a bottle. Quickly, he dry swallowed a few pills and leaned himself further back into the seats. “How much longer must I endure this…”

----------

“Okay you...you’re going to cooperate with me. You got that?”

You stood in the kitchen, staring at a small circle cake. Picking up the icing, you slowly started to decorate the cake. “There we go…”

You felt someone peering over your shoulder as you worked on your “masterpiece”.

“What do you want, Jean?”

“Can I have some?” he asked, reminding you of a child.

“Na-uh, this baby is alllll mine,” you smirked as you took in the sight of the beautifully decorated cake.

“If you eat all that by yourself, you’ll get fat.” He reached in front of you, you watched as he effortlessly lifted the cake and carried it away from you. “There temptation has been removed from your fragile grasp.”

You shot a glare in his direction, “Put my cake down.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He chuckled, running a finger along the top of the cake and licking the icing off of his finger.

Your anger only grew, you swatted at him. When he continued to move out of your reach, you picked up the bowl of flour and tossed it in his direction.
He stood there stunned as the white powder covered him. “Did you really just do that?”

“Maybe I did,” your smirk grew playful. You knew what he would try to do next and you were ready for it.

Just as you expected, he took three eggs out of the carton and threw them in your direction. You quickly ducked and took cover behind the island. “Is that the best you can do!”

Your taunting wasn't helping you in anyway, as soon as you stood from your protective space, you were attacked by a tube of icing. Hitting your face and chest.

He smirked, looking you over. “Thats a good look for you, [name]-chan.”

Without thinking, you picked up the open bottle of blue food coloring and threw it at him. He just stood there in shock, complete shock. He looked so ridiculous, covered in flour and blue food coloring. You couldn't help but break into laughter.

“Anyone care to explain what's going on?” he familiar grumpy voice came from the man in the kitchen doorway.

“It was Jean, he started it.”

Jean looked flabbergasted, at a loss of words.

“Go get cleaned up…,” he sighed, looking over the mess in his kitchen with an annoyed expression.

Jean quickly left and you moved to follow him, but a sudden grasp on your wrist, prevented you from going anywhere. You looked at Levi, [eye color] eyes meeting his sharp blue ones. “Where do you think your going?”

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the table. “Tch...You’re filthy.” He ran his finger down your cheek, collecting some icing. Bringing his finger up to his mouth, he licked his finger clean. “Not bad.”

His eyes looked you over, “It looks like I’m going to have to clean you up.” He slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders slowly.

Your cheeks went a deep shade of red. He leaned down and kissed your neck, dragging his tongue up and along your cheek. Your breathing hitched, every time he touched you, your body went on fire and melted in his hands. You can feel him sliding your dress down your body until he finally pulls it completely off. He brings his hand to his neck and unties his grey suit tie. He's smirking at you as you watch him, curious what his plan is until it becomes obvious. He holds your wrists together and moves the tie around them, restraining you.

He smirked, watching your desperate expression. You wanted him so badly, you stare up at him open mouthed, his fingers move to your chin. His eyes are blazing, challenging you with his gaze. His strikes, covering your mouth with his own. Before you know it, his tongue is in your mouth, claiming and possessing you. You revel in the force he uses. You can feel him against the length of your body. He wants you, just you.

When he pulls away, you feel him pushing you back until you're almost fully on the table, legs hanging off the edge of the wooden surface. He leans down, kissing you. He slowly and leisurely trails kisses down the center of your body, from the base of your throat to between your breasts, down your torso to your stomach.

With one finger, he pulls your bra up and over her breasts, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Leaning down, he gives your breasts special attention. You fight your body as much as you can as it tries to arch in response. His cool fingers trail languidly across your stomach, you can't help but feel over sensitive. This was all his doing.

You can feel his hand moving lower, and lower.

He leans down and kisses you, his fingers now inside you, moving rhythmically with his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand grabs a fist-full of your hair and holds your head in place, keeping you exactly where he where he wants you. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming you. You push back against his hand, as he slows his hand and you're brought back from the brink. He does it again, putting your entire body in a mood of frustration.

“So close and yet so far…” he voice coos in your ear, making your sense of €need only stronger.

You're helpless, your mind lost to this surge of erotic need. Your mouth opens, “P-Please…” you beg him, wanting more of him.

“Oh [name], How could I say no when you make that face…”

“L-Levi…”

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To Be Continued...