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Assistant: Title: To Hell and Back
        Author: sunsunkist sunsunkist 
        Chapter: 1/18 
        Summary: In a post- apocalyptic world where Levi is your Commander and you are his Captain.Or he’s a s@d@st and you’re a m@s@ch@st.___________________________________Tags⚠️-dubious content-dysfunctional relationships-power tripping-s@d@st Levi-manipulation-Levi doesn't know what he wants-Levi is sh@tty-age difference (legal but present)-blood and gore-graphic violence Wattpad: @bykillian_
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    “Connie…”  I felt my heart stop. It’s like a scene in a movie that’s foreshadowed for the past few episodes— you know it’s going to happen, it is happening but still, you refuse to accept it is. You’re seeing it with your own two eyes, you hear it but you want to deny the reality as if ignorance is going to make things better. “Connie… did you cough?” I asked in a soft whisper that only he could hear, my eyes fluttering around the hallway, trying to see if someone was around. “(Y/N), I—” he took a step towards me and instantly I took a step back with my left hand outstretched in front of me, my right one hovered above the gun on my waist. “No, (Y/N), listen to me. Please, please, I need you to listen.” “Connie, don’t move. Stay where you are.” I took my gun, holding it with both hands in front of him. I have no intention of pulling the trigger; it was only to put on a show; a reminder that if he chooses to go violent, I am the person holding a gun. I’ve seen this a hundred times with people who were in his current position— people I had to end. They always try to bargain, deny, insist that they feel fine, that they can  fight it . But no one ever could. Connie stares at me with panicked eyes staring at the gun, one wrong move is all it takes for him and he knows it too. He didn't dare move an inch closer, he backed up to the wall behind him. I pressed the b@tton on my ear piece to connect me to the Infection control. Connie seemed to understand what my actions meant and I saw him open his mouth to protest but quickly closed it when the line was connected.  “Captain (Y/N) here, I have a code 1. I repeat, I have a code 1.” “Position?” The person on the other end asked. “Section 2, hallway 6.”  Code 1 is when a person coughs. Everything starts with a simple cough, an itchy throat then follows code 2. Code 2 is fever. Things escalate quickly when you have fever, it seals the deal. All you can do is accept your fate because there’s no turning back from here. In this stage, the patient will feel an uncontrollable thirst for liquid because their throat is burning. However, they aren’t allowed to drink.  Drinking makes the process faster and makes the virus more infectious which means it can travel and infect people faster. Then code 3 is termination. We tried to save people. I was there when they tried to quarantine and cure the infected, I was still at training that time. But it only led to more deaths, the transmission of the virus was too fast it wiped out more than half of the IC. What happens when you catch the virus? You die but not without bringing a chunk of the population with you. Now, Code 1 is Code 3 once it’s confirmed you’re infected. The hallways are always busy with people but since it’s lunchtime, everyone else is at the mess hall. Connie and I were ordered to check on the main switch when the power was abruptly cut out. We fixed the problem and were on our way back when he  coughed . “IC is on their way, keep your eye on the infected. Don’t let him out of your sight until authorities arrive.” “Copy.” I replied then the line ended. “(Y/N), let me—” I cut him off before he could finish. “Don’t talk to me until the IC arrives. Don’t want to make a hell of a report.” He bit his lower lip as if to stop himself from talking. He looked at me, shoulders drooping down in silent defeat, and nodded slowly, understanding the situation.  We spent approximately eight minutes. Both of us are frozen, his back is still pressed against the wall behind him trying to put as much space between us as possible while I still have my gun pointed at him, ready if ever he tries to do something. It didn’t take much longer when I heard hurried footsteps. The IC arrived in full white PPEs covering their whole bodies from head to toe, only their eyes visible behind their goggles. We are in our uniform, the black material is fitted to be tight but stretchable but Connie can’t breathe right now. He’s sweating bullets and the fabric sticks to his wet skin making it harder to breathe.  “Is that him?” The leader of the squad, Moblit asked. I heard him sigh as he looked directly at Connie. “You didn’t say it was Springer.”  “Test him.” I said, purposely acting like I didn’t hear the last part of his statement. Moblit went up to him with a device that looks like a pen, the one that you have to press on the top part and the point would come out. “Hand.” Connie reached out his pointer finger. Moblit placed the device against his skin and clicked it to pr@ck him with the needle. After the click, we have to wait for more than a minute before the results flash on the tiny screen. This is how they test now— you get pricked and the device reads your blood. It is way quicker than taking a blood sample and sending it to the lab to be evaluated if the virus is already in your system.  My breath hitches, if that screen says Connie is positive for the infection, I would watch my friend and colleague get shot in front of me. They’ll take him to a cell and shoot him while I’m there standing.  God, I can’t do that anymore, not with Connie. He’s ok, he’s ok, he’s ok was all I chanted in my head, my prayer.  There was a light  beep — the result. I can't see Moblit’s face since he has his back to me and I wished I could see his reaction as he read the result. Connie, on the other hand, was shaking uncontrollably. His knees looked like it couldn’t support his body a second longer and he looked like he’s gonna p@ss out on the spot. Moblit sighed and I expected for the worst. They’re gonna kill Connie and everyone involved here would be quarantined for at least a week under heavy surveillance. “Hmm, negative.” “What?” I’m not sure if I heard that right, I need confirmation. “He’s negative. He’s cleared. He’s not infected.” Moblit explained, making it a hundred percent clear. “You wasted supplies for a false alarm.”  “But I-“  Before I could even finish my sentence, Moblit and the rest of his team started to walk away, shaking their heads. I get why he’s p@ss@d off— supplies are running low and conservation is a priority. The materials they used (from PPEs to the tester) are disposable. They can’t use those again. “What the f@ck? What the f@ck?!”  Connie got my attention, I almost forgot that he was there. My head hurts. Connie has his hands on his knees while catching his breath as if he was holding it the entire time. “You could've f@ck@d me over completely!”  He’s mad. “I’m sorry, but you can’t blame me. I was just following the SOP.” I feel guilty, but to me, that was the rational thing to do. “You coughed, that's a code 1, Connie. You know that.” Connie pulled his hair in frustration and it looked like he wanted to hit me. “I could’ve died! For god sake, I’m your friend!” “Use your brain even for once and put yourself in my position. You coughed, I alerted the authorities. You get tested, if you’re not infected—which is now the case— you won’t get hurt.”  “Still, what if they decided to skip the test and they just shot me down right here and then? They did that to Mina. You were there!” He continued to argue. “Connie, that was a really long time ago. Those procedures back then are not as systematic as they are right now. And she was already having a fever when they found her, there was no need for a test.” I tried to explain the situation to him as best as I could. “F@ck it! I choked on my spit! That’s why I f@ck@ng coughed, d@mn it! Some friend you are.” It looks like he won’t let this go. We’re still standing in the hallway, arguing. “I am your captain.” I stated. “I am a captain first before a friend.” Sometimes, we need to be reminded of who we are and where we are at the present. That shut Connie up. He straightened his posture as he was reminded of who he was talking to.  He looked back at me, frustration slowly leaving his face and was replaced by understanding. We stayed like that for a moment and I let us be. I also tried to understand that he had one foot in the grave just a couple of minutes ago and he still must be shaken up from the events. “What is going on here?”  A harsh voice interrupted our moment of silence and for the second time today, Connie looked terrified. “Commander we were just-” Connie rambled but was cut off. “Slacking off. That’s what you are doing. I ordered you to do something simple that would only take you ten minutes to do so and expected you to report back to me.” The commander looked at the both of us like a parent scolding their children. “You were gone for more than an hour after the electricity went back and now I had to cut my lunch short to make sure you haven’t fallen off a bridge and died.” “I apologize. Something came up and we had to take care of it too.” I bowed my head a little to show him I was indeed sorry for making him wait and ruined his lunch but I prayed that he wouldn’t ask about the details. “Then, by all means, do tell me what kept you back.” He raised a brow at me. Levi being Levi, he needed to know everything, he’s one nosy son of a b@tch. There’s no reason to lie about this, especially to the commander. He was going to know one way or the other. “Commander, there was a-“ He cut me off by raising his hand before pressing a button in his earpiece. “What is it this time, Hange?” He asked while keeping his eyes on me. F@ck. Hange Zoe is one of his closest friends, not to mention they’re also the head of the Infection Control. Moblit is her right hand man. She must be telling Levi right now.  Levi hummed as he continued to listen over the earpiece but not without giving me and Connie a dirty look. Connie looked panicked, today was indeed not his day. He glanced at me with wide eyes and gestured to Levi with a knowing glare.  Levi chewed his bottom lip and turned his back to us, putting his hands on his hip. He inhaled deeply and I @ssumed that the call had already ended.  “Springer, (L/N), my office in ten.” He said without glancing back and walked away. When there was no sight of Levi anymore, Connie groaned beside me. “Now we’re really in deep trouble.”  “What do you want me to do, Connie? This is just a big misunderstanding. You shut your mouth while I do all the talking.” Connie and I were standing in front of Levi’s table in his office. The room is large with steel walls and no paint just like the rest of the colony but Levi made it look neat and cl@ssy. In the other end of the room, there hangs a riverscape painting with a golden frame. Most paintings are placed in the middle of the wall to be appreciated, to be looked at. But for some reason, it’s hanging in the corner, the shadows hiding it making it difficult to be seen and that must be why I’ve seen it just now. In the middle of the room was a long table, this is where meetings are usually held and behind Levi are crimson curtains that start from the ceiling and trail down the floor. Behind it must be a gl@ss window that has been barricaded— just like every other window. Levi sat on his dark swivel chair, elbows propped on the armrest and hand intertwined. “(L/N), report.” “I thought Dr. Zoe already told you?” Connie asked to which Levi glared back.   G@dd@mn you and your naive mouth . “They did but I would like to hear from you.” He leaned back on his chair. “Now, tell me how it ended up the way it did.” I took a step forward, signalling Connie that I will be the one to answer the commander. “We finished checking and fixing the main switch as you ordered us to but on our way back I heard Springer cough and I alerted the authorities.” “Hange told me it was a false alarm,” Levi countered, his eyes left mine and turned to the person beside me, expecting him to answer. “It was, sir.” “Scratched your throat?” “Choked on my spit, sir.” Connie saying that out loud made me realize how unnecessary and foolish the whole situation was, like a joke that didn’t land yet that is not how it felt to me an hour ago. Stress was evident on the commander’s face, he closed his eyes for a moment after hearing Connie’s reply. Dark bags are painted under his eye and I knew his insomnia was getting harder to ignore. “And you forgot to assess the situation and decided to call IC in a panic?” He turned to me again. “I did not put you in your position just to make irrational decisions,  captain . Do you even know how much resources were wasted over some false alarm? Not to mention, the worst case scenario would be that a soldier of mine who’s not infected gets shot. Never trained you to be reckless, I am disappointed in you.” And he said the last part with disappointment. I hung my head low, it was me who’s disappointed in myself the most. “I apologize. It will not happen again, sir.” “Of course it won’t.” He stood up from his chair. “Springer, get out.” At his command, Connie didn’t need to be told twice, the words seemed to be a breath of fresh air for him. He bowed one last time before fast walking towards the door and I heard running after it was closed. I stayed there, standing up straight as the commander turned to open the curtain a few inches enough that I could see the wooden planks barricading the window. There are small gaps between the unsymmetrical planks where all I can see is white—snow, everywhere, every time,  everything . “You’re stressed.” I broke the silence with my observation. “That’s because I’m imagining the paperwork the president is going to give me once he hears about this.” He shots back and my body involuntarily winced at the sharpness of his tone. “Hange is going to tattle to him for sure, that b@tch.” My shoulders slumped thinking about how I managed to contribute to his pile of problems. “I’m really sorry, I really didn’t know—” Levi rushed to me, his eyes darkening, and in an instant, his hands were holding a fistful of my hair. I winced as the pain shot up to my scalp and my head got pulled back.  “All you do is f@ck me over and apologize every time you do.” He seethes and I felt him pull harsher. “Did you get used to my method of discipline or do I need to take it up a notch?” “I'm sorry, please it hurts, sir.” I whimpered at the pain, my hand went up to his, the one pulling my hair in a tight grip to try to make him let go. “I don’t want to hear your f@ck@ng apologies, you sound like a broken record. All these years of training you into becoming my loyal b@tch would go to waste if you can’t even do something as simple as using that pea-sized brain of yours.”  He let go of my hair, shoving me forward. I  lost my balance for a moment but my hands managed to find support on his table. I tried to catch my breath as I gasped for air while he walked back behind the desk to sit back on his chair. Levi pushed himself backward, the small wheels making a low squeaking noise against the floorboards to make more room between him and the desk.  “Get on my lap, you know what to do.”  I scrambled on my feet to get closer to him and once my body was only a few inches away from his side, I pulled my pants down. It rested just above my knees, enough that only my ass was exposed. I’m wearing my black thong today, something he picked for me.  He tutted. “Take it off— completely.” He said the last word stern and hard and I knew better than to disobey him. The only thing that’s left for me to do was to sit on his lap, straddling him.  The first time that he punished me, it was because I had spilled a dot of ink on my uniform—and that was not even his. He despises mess and I knew that the hard way. He got so mad that he pulled me over his lap and disciplined me like I was a child. Now, he wants me to straddle him while he does it. I got into my position, my legs are on either side of him, ass on his thighs, hands placed on his shoulders while burying my face in the crook of his neck. His hands rubbed the fat of my ass and a satisfied hum vibrated from his throat. “Love how plump you are.” Levi voiced out and after that I felt his first hit. Whimpering softly, I squeezed my eyes shut from the pain, my hold on him getting tighter. I felt him hit again but this time it was on the other cheek. “Nghhh, hurts,” I complained, dragging the last letter out, arching my back as a response. “Shhh, I know.” His right hand travelled back up to my hair to grab it again but didn’t pull as he soothes my ass cheeks by rubbing the skin. “How many do you think you deserve for what you did?” Levi asks, still continuing his actions. “I don’t know, sir,” I whispered, scared of his plan. He is too unpredictable. “M-maybe ten?” “Hmm, ten is too low, don’t ya think?” He always does this, giving me the chance to decide but never actually letting me. “How about 20, hmm?” “No, please.” Hi hits hard and I know by the end of twenty spanks I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. His grip on my hair tightens again, a warning. “Too much for you?” His voice was a mocking tone, a fake sympathy. “I know you can take it, you're my perfect doll.” All I could do was whine but it got muffled by his shoulders. He’s still fully clothed just like how he always is while I’m on his lap half naked. “Count for me.” 
   Spank 
 “Aah! One, sir!”  The first hit was hard enough to make me jolt forward. He never starts slow and never does he hold back his strength even when I’m on the receiving end. 
   Spank 
 “Two, sir.”  I can’t see his face but I know all too well that he has that same look when he’s concentrating on something. When the fifth slap was delivered, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body closer to his— perhaps the closest it could possibly be— and arched my back. His fist was still tugging my hair. “Mhhmm, no more, please. I’m sorry ‘s too much.” I sobbed. “You take what I f@ck@ng give you!” He growled in my ear, actions and tone sharp as ever. “Stop fidgeting too much.” He finally let go of my hair, his other hand leaving my cheeks to grab the sides of my waist, putting me in place. “But it hurts, sir.” “Good.” He spanked me three consecutive times without a pause, hard, really really hard. That must be to shut me up. “Eight, sir!” I was now panting, the burning sensation on my skin is getting harder to ignore and I wanted him to soothe the area to make the pain bearable. He knew what I was planning and instead of the soft rubbing I wished for, he pinched both cheeks, doing it as hard. “Stoppp. I’m really sorry!” I felt a teardrop escape from my glassy eyes. “You’re forgetting something.” He stated.  I got confused, my brain was on the verge of shutting down and I couldn't think straight anymore. All that’s in there is pain and Levi Ackerman. “I don't know, I don’t know.” I mumbled.  “Thank me. Let’s redo eight.” He whispered menacingly in my ear and I felt him lick the tip of my earlobe.  He spanked me again. “Eight! Thank you, sir!” I screamed. This particular hit was harder than the previous ones. I raised my head to look at him for the first time. He looked good still dressed in his uniform, bangs perfectly parted but his grey eyes were cold.  I looked at him pleadingly. “I’ve learned my lesson, sir! I won’t be reckless next time.” The hairs on my face were sticking to my skin because of my sweat but I didn't care. “No more, no more.” I cried. He gripped my neck to pull my face closer to his until there’s almost no space between the two of us.  “The purpose of this is to make sure there won’t be a  next time . I know you can take more than this.” It felt like he’s staring directly at my soul. “Who gave you permission to look at me?” He yanked my head back to his shoulder. My neck was getting sore, but even then, I did not care either. He smells so good to the point I can only think about him. If he felt that I was drooling all over his uniform, he did not make any comment about it. The pain was too much for me to even notice.  “Shut. The. F@ck. Up. B@tch.” Every word was emphasized with the accompaniment of hard slaps. “Thirtnnn! Thank you, sir!” That earned more cries out of me. I arched my back for the nth time and this time, I couldn’t help but rut my heat against him.  That got a low groan out of him. I could feel how hard he is. He never undressed himself in front of me so I don’t know what his manhood looks like but god, I know it’s huge. Just merely thinking about it makes me salivate more. Another slap “Argh! Hurts, please, please.” That’s all I can say, like a prayer over and over again while still continuing to grind on him. “F@ck@ng count or start over from one again.” He grabbed my hips again to stop my movements. His disciplines never went  further to the point it got sexual, much to my disappointment. “I never taught you to act like a b@tch in heat. Jesus, you’re getting wet from this.” I hoped he wouldn’t feel it but the thin material of the thong was soaking wet, I bet if I crumple it in my hand and squeeze it, liquid would trail down my arm. “Fourteen! Thank you, sir.” I gasped for air. Since I can’t grind on him anymore, I nibbled on his shoulder and he seemed fine with it. I’m now shaking but he didn’t care, he never cared. When the nineteenth one was done, I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, I was close to being numb. My throat felt sore and my screaming died down. My cheek was pressed against his shoulder, looking at the blank space of the boring wall, and my arms stayed limp on my sides. I’m now hiccuping, covered in sweat and tears. I don’t want to imagine what my ass would look like after this. Levi didn’t even break a sweat during the whole ordeal while I’m here, a slobbering mess. He jolted his thighs upwards causing my body to jump a little. He must’ve done that to make sure I’m still awake. “Just one more, then we’re done.” He said coldly, not even an ounce of remorse or concern about the results of his actions. He hit the final spank, as hard as ever, my butt jiggled from the impact. All that it got from me was a low and tired grunt that I’m not even sure he heard. “Twenty. Thank you, sir!” My voice was almost gone and I said it like a scratchy whisper. I pulled him closer to me— if that is even humanly possible— I fidgeted on his lap to find a comfortable position without the sore area of my ass pressing against the material of his pants. I try to inhale much of his scent. He smells clean, like freshly washed laundry while drying it out under the sky on a cloudy day mixed with, for some reason, Jasmine. It was my drug. “I said, we’re done.” I winced at his harsh command but made no effort to get off of him. “Quit whining and get dressed. You’re not leaving my office looking like you were railed by three men.” “Please.” I whimpered against the skin of his neck. “Tssk.” He clicked his tongue, I knew he rolled his eyes after that. He pushed me away from him so he could take a look at me while grabbing my face with his right hand—his rough hands squeezing my face. “What? You want me to hold your hand as you cry?” He mocks. And there’s nothing I would like to do right now other than that. And he knows.  “You think you deserve me? No, you’re my perfect little doll. I own you, know your f@ck@ng place.” He stated slowly, making sure that every single word gets processed inside my brain. He shoved me off his lap. My legs are too weak to give me support so I leaned on the sides of his desk until I could reach my discarded pants, crouching down with visible pain to retrieve it.  His eyes never left my ass, he likes to admire his artwork to which my body is his canvas. “That’s going to be all blue and purple tomorrow.” He mumbles as he observes it and it sounds like he’s talking to himself. He looked amused and pleased, the ends of his lips quirked upwards slightly. When I finally got my pants on and tied my hair in a ponytail, I gave him a final bow and went out, limping'
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