[Warning]: My story is not for the faint-hearted. It does contain torture & dark themes so if this isn't your cup of tea, you're free to exit. Please do not mindlessly report my story for it as I did warn you beforehand! 

A swift kick was sent to the trembling, bloodied mess on the ground which elicited a feared whimper. 

"Get up, filth." The words were barely concealed with utter disgust and disdain. Solemn eyes of bystanders watched the vicious interaction, however not offering to give one ounce of assistance. It was a standard procedure before they moved onto much more drastic means. 

"Fine. You refuse to get up? I'll lower myself to your level, just this once." The voice was fairly mocking and cruel, capable of sending its ruthless intentions to the recipient. The owner of the voice had crouched down, observing the shaking, quavering form of his victim. "Are you ready to confess?" 

Irregular, episodic spasms sent the sufferer to hack blood on the once spotless floor. "N-No," she gasped out painfully. "Never... will give away," she mumbled incoherently, on the verge of losing consciousness. 

Her captor raised himself to stand. His unwavering, apathetic eyes showed no inch of remorse. A small group of men stood behind him, awaiting his orders. With a snap of his fingers, two men came forward to ungracefully and harshly haul the female on a metal table. She was slammed down roughly and forced into restraints. Now bound, she seemed to have regain a sense of conscience and weakly struggled against them.  

"Head Levi, we're about to start," one of the men addressed their superior with nervousness. 

Said man raised his hand, his lip curled back in a sneer. "I will do the honors today. It seems like I have to educate you brats on how to deal with vermin." No one dared to protest against his unkind words, instead being morbidly curious about his methods. They stood silent as silence was key; distractions in the background was a sure way to bring upon his foreboding anger. Unhurriedly, he walked to the front of the table, where a variety of tools lay presented to him. He retrieved a pair of latex gloves and wore a surgical mask before grasping a sharpened scalpel. 

He held it to eye level in observation, the keen end of the blade glinted by the light bulb above his head. His eyes occupied nothing but contempt for the woman, - no, vermin, he corrected - as he stared down at her muttering, shivering form. Levi sent a spiteful smack to the side of her head. "Oi, don't go sleeping on me now. We're just getting started. How weak," he scoffed.  

His gaze traveled lower until it reached her bare thighs. "I think I'll start with your legs," he paused for extra sinister effect before continuing, "After all, I wouldn't want rats running about my clean, spotless place." His grip on the scalpel loosened as it hovered above her right thigh before lightly pressing onto the skin.  

"Last chance. Care to reveal anything now?" 

The battered female feebly nodded her head in denial before rasping, "Mere humans like you don't deserve-" She abruptly squeaked in pain, shuddering from the agonizing sensation. 

"Please do continue. I'm curious about what you believe about us humans," he coolly said, forcing his recent incision to go deeper.  

"You humans believe you rule the world. You believe you're entitled to everything because you seem to think you're the only species capable of advanced cognitive abilities when in fact, you're not," she managed to say all in one breath before quaking from her wounds. 

In one swift movement, the small blade was embedded in her thigh, causing her to wail loudly. "Fine! Fine! I'll tell you if you set me free and send along cheesecake!"  

With no mercy, he slowly retrieved the scalpel from her leg, secretly indulging in the squeamish sounds as the wound bled freely. "I'll ask once again: where is the one you call Vee?" 

"She sleeps in the corner of Phönixstr. That is all I can say." 

He seemed to be perusing his thoughts before he settled on coming across as impassive. "I have a deal for you, filth." 

"What is it?" Although her facial features were covered by blood and her own grime, her eyes shone with greed and gluttony at the idea of benefiting.  

His sharp eyes narrowed to hide the miniscule amount of triumph. "You give me information about Vee and in return, I'll give you cheesecake." 

"All the cheesecake I want," she pressed on, staring dazedly in bliss at the ceiling.  

"Only when you hold up your end of the deal first," he emphasized keenly.  

"Release me and then I'll tell you," she retorted. 

"On second thought, I changed my mind..." he trailed off, hoping for her to catch his drift. 

"You promise you'll give me all the cheesecake I want?" She was practically salivating at the thought, dribble flowing from one corner of her mouth. 

Barely suppressing his revulsion, he nodded composedly. "Yes." 

She began to talk with excitement then, "All I know is that she keeps to herself. A bit anti-social if you ask me, considering we Veons are a social species." She ended there with a matter-of-fact tone, looking up with expectance at Levi. 

He raised a thin eyebrow, unimpressed with her knowledge. "That's it?"  

The woman nodded her head with eagerness, ready to be released from her bonds. "Now, cheesecake?" 

His stoic features gave nothing away as he stood still, seeming to contemplate on his next action. He spotted and grabbed her mousy tail, hacking it off in one graceful, malevolent moment.  

"M-My tail!" she angrily squeaked from her loss of tail and misery. "I thought you were going to give me cheesecake... you liar!" she screeched at him, wildly fighting against the tight restraints. 

"Filth. That's all you are," he said monotonously. "Did you think I kept promises to such dirty things?" 

"No, no! How dare you lie to a Veon!" Her veins bulged against her skin as she began to spit foul things at the short man. 

"Veons are nothing but filth, and they always will be. Rats will never be on the same level as humans," he stated, as if it was simply fact.  

"We are not rats as you like to dub us," she said viciously, spittle flying from her mouth. "Although we share similarities with them, we are also part-" 

He had heard enough, his hand dropping the scalpel on the table, inducing a sharp twang before moving to her throat. He squeezed firmly, causing her to choke pitifully on her saliva before releasing her just as quickly. She gulped huge breaths of air, shooting a menacing glare at him. 

"Tch. Just realized I shouldn't sully my hands any further," he said nonchalantly as he removed the gloves from his hands. "Feed her to the dogs and make sure to clean this room," he addressed his followers. 

"You can't feed me to them! No, a Veon cannot die like this! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!" She thrashed against her restraints, ignoring her recent and open wounds. 

"Yes, Head Levi," the man in the very front said, and bowed out of due respect. 

The strict man did not spare him nor the vermin another glance, choosing to make his exit. Just before he did, his determined voice rang out: "Tomorrow, we hunt." 

A/N: I am using the liberties of artistic license, so things may not necessarily match up with facts in real life (concerning rats and mice, realistic places). Anyways, this is my first attempt at writing Levi and a very dark one at that, I'm fairly nervous :'D Regardless I hope you enjoyed this strange beginning~ I also thank Scenic and Puma for giving me great advice <3!