Her blood ran cold.
“Wait! I-I’ll tell you everything…!,” she pleaded, frantically waving her arms. “I don’t care about the mission anymore I-”
Armin tilted his head slightly, his voice almost bored. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about.” His smile widened, more amused now. “I just really wanted to test something out… So try not to make this too hard for me .”
And then he sat.
Annie screamed, pushing against the massive shadow descending over her. Her hands pressed into soft, heavy fabric as Armin’s weight bore down.
Her strength was nothing. His body pressed against her, smothering, unrelenting, silencing her cries into muffled grunts.
“So… Heavy… C-Can’t breathe…” She weakly yelled out as her strength began to wane against his rear.
Armin sighed contentedly as he settled into the seat, the wood creaking faintly beneath him. He leaned back, arms resting on the desk, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Beneath him, Annie struggled weakly like an insect underneath him. And he smiled to himself
“Let’s see how long you last,” he whispered, almost to himself.
