This is just a little drabble I came up with while trying to fall asleep. It demanded that I write it. Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, Grell Sutcliff, Willam Spears, or Sebastian Michaelis.
Grell liked pain. It made him feel alive; it gave him great pleasure.
He thoroughly enjoyed the agony he felt from each cut of the razor. He would shiver in delight with each new line he made. He would laugh breathlessly in glee as he cut jagged lines all over his body. He would watch in awe as the blood flowed down his arms or his legs or wherever he cut. He smiled, seeing his favorite color.
He reveled in the sorrow he felt every time his darling Will rejected and hurt him. His hips would wiggle as he felt his heart being twisted more and more each time he was turned away. It made him smile and giggle and fangirl over William every time. He loved having his heart ripped from his chest and then stomped on repeatedly. He thrived on getting smacked with William's scythe and William literally stomping on him.
He relished in the pain he felt when his dearest Bassy beat the living daylights out of him. He loved it when he was thrown to the ground and battered by the demon. He would take the abuse and gush over how he was in love with Sebastian and how he wanted to have the demon's babies. It didn't matter to him that Sebastian injured him nearly every time they encountered each other. He loved the pain, so he kept coming back for more.
He loved the tears that would come at night from all the pain he'd been caused that day. They were happy tears. He was happy; he adored the pain. Pain was his best friend. He felt alive when pain was present. He longed for it each day. He wanted it and needed it. So those tears had to be out of joy.
Yes, Grell liked pain. At least, that's what he'd convinced himself.