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It starts as a fantastic day for you. You are about to clock out after a long shift, the next couple days off to do a whole lot of nothing.
And that sounds perfect to you right now. You clock out and wish your coworkers a good night. They reply in kind and you push your way out that front door to freedom.
You throw your head back and smile at the sky, the sun splashing your face with its warmth. You take it in for a moment before you continue on your walk out to the parking lot. You scan the area, expecting to see a red Dodge Durango that guzzles a lot of gas parked in the front, but your eyes land on a very familiar Toyota Camry instead.
Reiner’s new car is hard to miss, all shiny and dark, the kind you like. Your stomach drops despite that. You feel like he got it because he knew it was your favorite car and had to shove it in your face. Like some weird little competition that only he’s apart of.
The truth is you know he doesn’t like you. Beat them with kindness, right? That’s what you do anyways. You know it makes him mad seeing you so unbothered by his hatred for you.
So why the ever living fuck is he here to pick you up then?
You don’t have a very good feeling about this to start with, but you slowly walk forward until you can open the back door behind the burly fuck, getting into his backseat.
“Where’s Bertolt?” You ask in a dead pan tone, sliding across the leather seat until you can buckle yourself. Your eyes meet in the review mirror. Something about them makes your skin crawl.
“He’s picking something up for me right now.” Casual, calm and collected. It sounds like he’d rehearsed it. “Why are you sitting back there?”
“I like it better back here,” you mutter, turning your eyes to the view outside his dark windows. There is a gleam in his eyes that makes all the hairs raise on your body.
“Okay, you little fucking weirdo.” He shrugs his burley shoulders and starts driving, and it throws you back in your chair with how fast he starts.
You choose to bury your head into your phone. TikTok lights up your face and pretty soon, you’re lost in the sauce, paying no attention to where Reiner is going.
This isn’t the first time he’s taken you home. Each and every time he wants to drive this bitch off a bridge. He doesn’t even care if he goes down too. You’d get what you deserved. He glances back at you then back at the road.
Reiner doesn’t know where he’s going, so he just drives. He thinks he knows a place where no one would ever hear your screams and just heads in that general direction. You aren’t too smart, being on your phone like that. It does work out in his favor though. You have no clue what’s in store for you. His knife is belted to his thigh, just in case he wants to split your throat open, and his brass knuckles sit in the middle console, just in case he wants to beat your face in until you are no longer recognizable.
Tonight is the night you go down. Sure Bert would be messed up about it, but he’d be there to pick up all the pieces. He’s willing to do that for however long it takes just so you weren’t in the picture anymore.
Thirty minutes go by in a minute for you, and you look up. You should be home by now and there hasn’t been any traffic. You look around to unfamiliar territory, and that bad feeling in your gut returns. “I need to use the restroom,” you say in a normal tone. You try not to sound how you feel.
Reiner looks back at you, and then looks out the window. There’s nothing but trees surrounding the car, no other vehicles in sight. His mouth wets with excitement and he has to swallow the spit that pools at the tip of his tongue. There’s only a couple more minutes of driving left, so he looks back at you. “We are almost there. You sure you can’t hold it?”
You look into his hazel eyes through the mirror, seeing a glimmer of excitement. It doesn’t help the feeling twisting your insides apart. “I have to shit dude. Just let me go pop a squat.”
You just want out of the car. You’d feel a little bit safer. This wasn’t by your place at all. Alarm bells ring in your head and spread down to your toes. He pulls over quickly, and you lurch forward at his sudden stop.
“Make it quick.” Is all he says, and you can’t see that his hand sits near his knife, his large fingers gently stroking it. This is a good spot, even if it wasn’t his destination. He can see you’re scared, and that…. Makes his dick hard. He shakes his head as you get out of the car and shut the door, confusion sneaking in. He then shakes his head again, getting rid of it.
He straightens up and gets out of the car himself, watching you disappear into the woods. He knows you have a feeling and decides to walk after you.
You pull your pants down and piss on the ground behind a tree that obscures Reiner from your view. Your heart thumps so hard, you’re surprised that it hasn’t beat out of your chest yet. This is bad. You know he hates your guts. Even though you never mind when Bertolt hangs out with him for a day, you can feel that he thinks you took him away. You just didn’t know he hated you this much.
One thing about you is that your gut is never wrong.
You pull your phone out and turn it on. One bar. That’s all you have. You go into your contacts and press on your boyfriend’s name and press call…. you only for it to go directly to voicemail. You try it again and again, only for it to fail each time. You try your mom. Same thing.
A stick breaks under someones foot near you, and that’s when you realize how fucked you are. You freeze.
“Just making sure you didn’t fall down a cliff or something,” he mutters, his eyes scanning your bare legs, all the way up to where he can see where they meet. He looks away before he can even continue his line of thought. He pulls at his knife hidden from view.
“I’m good,” you squeak, rushing to stand up and pull your underwear and pants back up. You don’t like the way he looked at you. This is messed up. “Just got done. Literally only been three minutes.” You back up when you zip them up, creating more distance between Reiner and you.
When he doesn’t move from where he’s at, you take another step back. “Cut the shit, meathead,” you hiss, your body tensing up to run, “what are we doing here?” At this point, you are ready to dart away, but you just hold yourself there, waiting for his next move.
He drops the act and grins at you, his eyes turning dark. “We are out in the middle of nowhere, you dumb fucking cunt.”
Your blood turns to ice. This was his plan all along. “Doesn’t Bertolt know where you are? Isn’t he waiting for us now?” You look at your surroundings for an escape route.
Reiner lets out a big, resounding laugh, his hand still on his knife. “Oh, don’t you worry your ugly head about that. He thinks he’s getting something for you. Should give me enough time to carve out that pretty little throat of yours.”
You don’t let him finish what he’s saying before you turn on the balls of your feet and run. You don’t stop to hear the sound of him unsheathing his knife, and you don’t stop to hear his next words. Bertolt doesn’t even know what his best friend is up to, or where you are. He has no clue, and that terrifies you.
He lets you run for a couple seconds before he takes out his knife and runs after you. It’s exhilarating to him. He knows that while you might be fast, he’s faster. And much stronger. “Here I come!” He shouts like it’s a game of hide and seek.
And it is. The cost of being found is your life.
He hears you in the distance as he runs, and he can tell he’s gaining on you with every long stretch of his legs. The wind washes through his hair as he catches sight of your hair disappearing around a tree before everything goes quiet. He taps his knife on the tree beside him as he comes to a full stop.
“It’s just a matter of time before I find you,” he says, a little out of breath, “so you should really just come on out and accept your fate.” He walks slowly and carefully to the spot he knows you’re at. Anger washes over him. “And if you’re this scared, you should have never took my best friend away from me, you stupid little whore.”
You freeze where you’re sitting, straining your ears trying to hear where he’s at. But you can’t, and it makes you shiver. You didn’t ever really know that he hated you this much. You just thought it was jealousy. You can see that it’s much more than that now. You tense up again, ready to run the next time he speaks.
Reiner stays quiet and finally reaches the tree. He walks around it and peaks at you from the side. “There you are!” His hand with the knife swings out and only catches a few strands of your hair as you start running again.
It only excites him more. He’d catch up with you eventually. He pulls the knife out of the tree and starts going after you again. This little game of cat and mouse makes him so happy that he actually giggles as his feet hit the ground hard.
He’s almost to you when you have to dodge a tree. As you go around it, he goes out to slice at you, but instead his other hand catches your hair and he yanks it back and throws you to the ground. He stumbles on something g and goes down after you.
The breath whooshes out of you as his big body smashes you against the ground under him. Your head hits a root and your vision becomes fuzzy, yet you still struggle to get away. This is bad. Very very bad. You don’t want to go out like this. Tears fall down your face as everything becomes too bright for you, and your breathing is scattered.
“Please, Reiner,” you get out, “it doesn’t have to be this way.”
“Shut up, bitch,” he roars, pulling himself up, grabbing the back of your neck and yanking you up. The other half of your body is trapped under him, unable to move. “Nothings gonna save you. You really should have thought about this before ever coming into Bert’s life. You should have never taken him away from me.” He moves again with you, like you weighed nothing.
He sits on his knees now, hand on your throat, your body flush against his as he screams at you. He pulls out his knife and holds it to your throat. You stop struggling, your eyes wide in terror. You actually listen to him. “I’m gonna gut you like a fish.”
Yet, he just stays there, not moving a muscle. His body heat washes over you, and that’s when you notice something hard right between your butt. Tears fall freely now. This is going to be worse than you thought.
“Please,” you whisper, bringing one of your hands up to cup the worst at your throat, “don’t do this. I’ll disappear, I promise.” Like hell you are, but you have to convince him something so your life can be spared.
Reiner grinds into you, his thick cock pulsing underneath his clothes. The way you shiver underneath him does something to him. He presses the knife deeper into your skin. His eyes trail the sweat drops running down your face, and before he can even think about it, he leans forward and licks your temple, his tongue snaking out to collect a fat droplet of sweat.
He arches into you, his head falling back, a moan sounding of sin falling from his lips. The terror rolling off your skin saturates the air around him with an intoxicating scent. He drops his knife, a very different plan unfolding beneath him.
One moment you are flush against him, the next, thrown against the ground. You barely have time to react and end up smacking against the hard ground of the forest. It busts your chin and makes your vision go white. All you can do is lay there and wait for the stars to go away and for your eyes to go back into focus.
He grabs your hips, his big hands pulling them into him with a lot of force and he grinds his own hips against yours. It feels so good to Reiner now, he wonders what it’d feel like to be inside you. He wants to see what all the hype is about. It can’t be that good. His hands tighten around your hips with a bruising force before he lets go.
This isn’t what he intended. It really isn’t, so It only lasts a second before he squashes the thought and lets his instincts take over.
His plans might have changed, but he sure doesn’t mind it. He gazes at you with hooded eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation before he rips you apart.
He tears your pants off of you, taking your underwear with it and throws them away from him, not caring where they go. His cock is hard and throbbing in his boxers, ready to break free.
“Stop this, Reiner,” you say weakly, reaching an arm out to try to crawl away. You know it’s pointless though, as he pins you down again, this time with a hand on your upper middle back. Tears fall freely now as he pushes your chest flush against the ground, cheek squished against the cold surface.
“Shut the fuck up,” he seethes, pushing his hard on into your ass, pushing you forward, “little fucking whores don’t get a say in anything.” He grinds against you, his head turned up into the air. Just this makes his whole body litter with goose flesh, and he pushes into you again and again. Your whine floats like a breeze into his ears, and it breaks free the rest of his restraint.
Pulling back, he pulls his cock out from his boxers, lining it up messily with your cunt. He thrusts forward, missing the hole by a centimeter, and it makes you scream out in pain. Rearing back, he strikes forward again, this time shoving himself as deep inside you as he can possibly get before he hits resistance.
Your eyes shoot open and you can feel your eyes bulging out of the sockets as your mouth opens in a silent scream. The pain you feel consumes you, and you feel like you have been split open. Your finger nails scrape against the dirt beneath them and your whole body tenses up.
The way your cunt squeezes his cock almost sends him over the edge, but he manages to stop himself by going completely still. He takes a couple deep breaths, soothing himself. Now is definitely not the time to be finishing what he just started. You just feel so good around him, and it feels like your hole wants to suck him deep inside it.
Tears cascade down your soiled face, your eyes still blurry from the hit you had taken earlier. Pain seems to split your skull open, right along with the searing pain you feel below you. Too soon did he start twitching inside you again, his thick fingers gripping the fat of your hips as he pulls you further onto him.
He gives one final thrust before he seats himself fully inside of you, and it rips the most painful scream out of you.
You find yourself not being able to breathe properly, and you start to feel really lightheaded. Everything around you grows fuzzy as he pulls out of you before thrusting back in, throwing your limp head back onto the ground. He does this over and over again, and pretty soon the pain seems to dull, your vagina raw and completely numb. It doesn’t help that you seem to float away every time your head is forced into the hard ground.
Reiner doesn’t care that you fall limp. He doesn’t care how many times your head hits the dirt, nor how hard it is. All he cares about is how his cock fills buried in you. The way you seem to pull him back in when he pulls out, the way your blood lubricates him, aiding in how he conquers you, the way you just take it… it brings out the absolute worst in him.
Hunching over, he grabs your neck and pulls you up with him, and your head falls back onto his shoulder and rolls slightly off to the side as he fucks up into you. Your head jolts each time like a rag doll. His balls slap your ass with every inward thrust, his thick cock filling up every nook and cranny inside you. It feels almost heavenly to him.
With slobber falling down the corner of his lip onto his chin, he realizes why Bertolt keeps you around. It wasn’t your personality or your looks. No, it’s your damn cunt that’s the real prize.
He fucks into you with more vigor, and he can feel that spongy bundle of nerves with the tip of his fat cock. That’s when the idea hits him. Let’s see if he can make you cum. He’s always had the ability to make women lose their minds. He doesn’t see how you can be any different.
You whimper out as he nudges the most sensitive part inside you. It’s familiar to you, and in this case, you don’t want to be feeling it. Yet you take it, as he has you form in his grip.
He forces you down onto him over and over and over again, and each time he hits that sweet spot. It sends stars through your vision. His hands are now on your forearms, gripping you so tightly that you know there’s gonna be two nasty bruises when he’s done with you. It’s with that grip he fucks you hard and fast, leading you to your own completion.
He can feel your insides clamping around him, squeezing his dick so nice. You pull him down deep into the pits of hell with the moans that fall out of your lips it sounds like a siren call to him. Sweat covers the both of your bodies, and some splatters off your body and onto the ground each time his thighs meet your ass. The whole scene is erotic to him, a dark fantasy he never knew he was cultivating until he was put into this position.
You can’t force yourself to move at all in his tight embrace and with how fucked up your head is. You want to move away from him, to stop the unwanted pleasure that mounts deep inside your belly, but you can’t. Your body has a mind of its own, and it chooses to lay there, pliable and open to his assault.
He feels your cunt twitch, a sign that you are almost at your peak. Reiner smiles evilly, thinking he must be really fucking good at this to already have you on the edge, ready to fly over. He’s gonna make you cum all over this throbbing cock, he thinks to himself as he tightens his grip around your throat, and he can already feel that it’s going to be a delicious one.
Ever since he can remember, his dad was always in and out of his life, teaching Reiner that the way to solve any problem was to fuck a different pussy every night. That’s how he’s so good at this, and he knows it. He changes his angle slightly, allowing him to delve deeper inside.
You move up against him with each inward thrust. One that always hits that sweet spot inside of you. And no matter how hard you try to keep it away, you soon stop trying to fight it. Whatever internal strength you’ve had up to this point leaves your body, and you give in.
He feels the exact moment you let go, your pussy juices squirting messily around his cock, deeply buried into your now loose cunt. You tense up, your back bowing in as you dive over the edge. Everything goes silent except the sound of his elated breathing in your ear.
“Good girl,” he whispers, pausing only for a moment to feel you better around him, before he lets you go. You slap against the ground, but only momentarily. Just as swiftly as he lets you fall, he grabs your bruised thighs and starts a long, brutal pace, ready to fall over that edge with you.
He looks at the way your skin squishes between his fingers as he fucks you. It’s oddly alluring to him. Just like how you lay there, limp. It wasn’t much of a fight to get you there. No, it definitely wasn’t with how often he goes to work out. Usually two times a day, three hours a pop. You never stood a chance.
His cock throbs hard, over and over again, and he can feel himself reaching his own ending, your pussy so good and so pliable that he just can’t help himself.
He leans back, his eyes tightly shut, and he lets out a primal roar as ropes of cum spew out of his cock head, filling and overfilling your tight little cunt, spurting out of your plugged opening, and down the base of his dick. He slumps forward, molding himself into your body.
Everything falls silent as he lays there, his breathing uneven, sweat dripping down every inch of his skin. His brain is foggy with the aftermath of his orgasm, so he doesn’t notice that he crushes you under his weight.
When he finally catches his breath and everything comes back into focus, he realizes that you lay under him, passed out. A bead of sweat falls off the tip of his nose and straight into your forehead. He stares at it as it slides down your temple, making a shiny path as it makes its way behind your ear and disappears from his sight.
Reiner finally notices how dark it is outside. “Shit,” he mutters, pulling himself to his knees. His flaccid cock slips out of you, another stream of cum dribbling out of your abused hole. He’s gonna be late if he doesn’t pack it up right now. With that, he stands up and claps his hands together, getting rid of the dirt that covers them.
Pulling his pants up, he stares at your body, slumped into the ground where he left you. With the zipper still unzipped, he puts his hands on his hips. He definitely took longer than he should have. This was supposed to be quick. He offs you, then buries you in a hole somewhere close to where he kills you.
Fucking you definitely took up too much time. He now only had an hour to get back to Bertolt. Bet his tall friend is heading back with the weed right now. He wouldn’t suspect a thing. Reiner had messaged him an hour ago saying he dropped you off already and was gathering the alcohol from a town more than an hour away.
Easy story to go with, as it was the only liquor store around that wouldn’t ID you.
An evil smile lights up his face and he laughs out loud, maniacally. He walks towards you until his feet hits your stomach. His eyes roam over your body, hungrily and with satisfaction. “Sad really, he says, crouching down. He brings a big hand to your face, pushing strands of your hair out of your bloody face, “if you had just left when I first told you to, we wouldn’t be here right now.” He stands back up again and turns away from you.
And he had warned you. You had taken it as a joke at the time, but you sure aren’t now.
Looking around, he tries to find a decently sized rock. That’s how he feels on taking you out. He finds one at the base of a tree. He walks over, picks it up, turns and quickly makes his way back to you. With the last of his anger, he lifts it over his head and throws it down on your head. Blood splatters from the point of impact, a drop landing on his lower lip. With a dark smirk, he licks it clean and turns around.
He makes the hike back to his car and he gets in it, picking up his phone from the center console. Turning it on, he clicks the Google map widget and pins his exact location. He isn’t just going to leave you here like this for anyone to find you, so he makes his plans as he starts his car up and puts it into reverse.
“Hey Siri,” he says, backing up.
“Mhm?” The robotic voice asks.
“Text Zeke,” turning his wheel, he listens to Siri ask him what he would like to say. “It’s done. I’ll send you the location when I get back into town.”
Siri reads out what he said and asks, “would you like to send it?”
He puts the car into drive and presses on the gas pedal. “Yes.”
“Message sent.”
He grins from ear to ear, feeling completely satisfied with himself. Bert would be sad, but Reiner would be there to pick up the pieces. He’d soon realize that it is going to be much better without you, it’s just going to take a lot of time.
As he makes his way back to the road, he can’t help but think with satisfaction that their bond would grow much closer because of this. It’s a sick thought, but he doesn’t care.
You really think he would?
Yeah, me neither.