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Heartstrings

Summary:

Eren hangs on the threshold of life during his time kidnapped in the Underground.

written for whumptober prompt #21: body horror

side fic to The Nature of Living.

Notes:

This is a side quest fic from my fic The Nature of Living (complete)! You don’t need to have read it, but just know that Sasha is an older woman holding Eren captive in the Underground, and not the potato freak we all know and love.

Halloween is getting closer!! Enjoy-

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Eren’s heart was attached to too many things.

This is what Sasha thought as she wrapped her hand around the red beating organ, clenching tight with long, sharp nails. She pulled, and it made a sort of suction-like squelch, only coming up a few centimetres before stopping short. There were crimson appendages keeping it close to the boy’s chest, slippery and taut.

No matter. Pulling harder, the attachments snapped, and fell into the slashed open sternum in a small heap. Veins tangled together uselessly, drowning in blood that pooled from all sides.

Sasha cut off any veins remaining stuck to the heart with a slice of her nail. The heart was warm in her hand, but cooling off quicker now that it had been pulled out of its forever home. Blood dripped through the forks of her fingers onto the floor as she searched for the right sized jar for the heart. It would have to fit, considering how much she could sell a heart for.

There were lots of reasons someone might buy a heart. Sasha held no prejudices against any intended use from any of her sales. Business was business.

Finding the right jar, she dropped it inside, where the heart greeted the preservative mixture with a cloudy scarlet haze.

She looked at her captive restrained on the table. His eyes were unfocused, staring off at the side, almost as if he was peering at his own heart. After a quick moment, his eyes fluttered shut.

Sasha found herself holding her breath. It would be fascinating to see whether he lived from this. Either way, she was financially set for life with what she already harvested.

She waited. Eren didn’t move.

“Come on, now,” she whispered. “Don’t give up that easily.”

Blood dripped from the table to the floor like sand in an hourglass, drops falling and shattering into a million more. Plink.

Plink.

A wisp of steam quivered up from Eren’s chest, as if it were scared to make itself known to the world.

Hands drenched in wet and dried blood, Sasha clasped them together. This boy was lovely. Just lovely. A gold mine, for her, forever.

 She wasn’t sure she could kill him if she tried.

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