Kitkatam: This is an idea I have been playing with for a while now, I am super excited to see it come to life. After i mentioned it to JezebelStrike she was so excited to see the idea executed also. So we decided to work on this "project" together. The pic was drawn by my sis, here is the original- #/d57z7oh. Enjoy! Comment and encourage us to continue this piece of art.

JezebelStrike: Yoyo! Wassuuuup! Heh, like a yoyo
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I hope you like it, which in fact, you will or I'll cry... *sniffle sniffle*
So enough of me rambling which I love to do, as you can tell. Go on and read this chapter, my gorgeous Duchesses.
You know you want to~ *waggle eyebrows and winks*

I was doing my nightly rounds when I happened; I was prowling the street like a predator, waiting for my next prey. I was in skimpy clothing, to attract the sick fucks. It was dark, of course it had to be because by now it was around midnight and I had already serviced two costumers who had given me a pretty hefty amount. In fact it was just enough for me to call it a night, but I stuck around, hoping for more money.

I should have just gone home.

Someone snuck up from behind me, immediately covering my mouth. I struggled against my restraints; his arms as he slowly dragged me backwards into an empty, filthy alley way with my heels dragging on the concrete creating a 'shucking' sound.

He wrapped a cloth around my wrists and one around my face, filling my mouth with the dirty fabric that tasted like old socks. He then threw me against the wall and without my hands I wasn't able to stop myself from falling to the ground. I landed on my side, scraping my arm, but when this was over…scrapes would be the least of my worries.

As I turned my head around to look at the attacker I got a somewhat good look at his face; at least as good as you can get in an unlit alley. I knew this guy- he was an old regular of mine; I had to stop servicing him because he rarely paid me, usually knocking me out and leaving in my shabby shack before I got the chance to demand pay.

But what I saw behind him terrified me more. Two men flanked my ex-client, but it wasn't just that they were there. The fact that horrified me was that one was holding a bat and the other was wielding a golf club. My heart wrenched and twisted in my chest as if a mouse was aching to get loose and burst out.

I tried to scream or yell, but fear restricted my throat in a tight vice as my main attacker got on his knees and knees to hover over me, licking my face making his breath hit me in a disgusting wave of alcohol.

"No, no, no!" My mind screamed as his hand trailed slowly up my thigh invoking a ticklish feeling that sent my stomach in spasms.

I tried to jerk away but his "friends" came and held me still, holding my small biceps that have barely evolved.

When I still struggled I felt my attackers move away as my arms were released though the main attacker was still over me. I strained to see what they were doing, but the alley was too dark with only one street lamp illuminating the alleyway opening dimly.

Next thing I knew, something had hit me in the stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of me. I grunted but the sound was muffled against the cloth in my mouth. Then my main attacker slid his torso between my thighs, taking advantage of the fact that I was in out of breath. Then, to my utter terror, he ripped off my scanty shorts.

He finally spoke, "This is something you should be used to, right Trash?" he pushed his nose against my ear.

What he did then sprung tears from my eyes.

He started unbuckling his pants, making the belt clang in an eerie bell; signally my doom-he spread my legs impossibly far apart with his hands and thrust into me. His torso moved away from me, but he continued thrusting violently in my dry hole.

Before I knew it, more dicks were being shoved against my face, chest, and arms. Anything they could use at all. I screamed against the fabric but it came out muffled, and since this was a generally empty neighborhood, the likelihood of anyone saving me was slim at the most.

The three men ripped the remaining clothing from my body making tears flood my eyes and by now I had almost completely given up while the last string of my sanity held tight.

And as the man pulled out of me, I was relieved. But shock took over my body as another man took his place, and continued raping me. They took turns fucking me, at one point they even shoved two in at once. It hurt.

It was humiliating.

I was scared.

But the worst was yet to come.

After the three men soaked my body in semen, they took turns hitting me with various objects such as their particular favorite; their own members or a completely sadistic person that I signaled out to be sick in the head- he liked to hit me with his golf club.

Their laughter echoed through the alley as I screamed and grunted into the cloth. The fabric around my wrists was way beyond just chafing me at this point, it had ripped the skin. When they finally got bored with hitting me they picked up bottles from the trash infested alley and threw them at my broken, raped, and soiled body. The bottles broke against my skin, shattering and left deep cuts in various places.

Then after my body was beaten, ravished, and cut- they did one of the most painful acts of all. They all urinated on my torn, ripped flesh as if the act of rape and complete humiliation wasn't enough they had to defecate my body.

The urine acted as lemon juice in my wounds; it stung with pain so unimaginable…no words could describe it. They laughed even more loudly seeing my aching body limp on the ground.

Then…they left.

Nothing else; I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes any more. No, that strength had left me when they started hitting me. But I heard their laughter slowly fade.

I tiredly, agonizingly smirked in triumph; "I'm still alive, bastards," I thought as consciousness left me, but I was completely sure I was dying. And that's the last thing I remember about that night.

A man I didn't know at the time -Sebastian- found me the next morning. He called an ambulance and they took me to the hospital or at least, that's what I was told.

I remained unconscious for the next few days; apparently my wounds were too much for my body to handle. My wounds consisted of five broken ribs, a nearly shattered arm, a concussion, one blind eye, and quite a few deep gashes that required stitches and some torn tissue in my rectum and anus.

I remember when I first opened my eyes, they slowly opened and I inspected my surroundings. I already remembered my attack, and my still aching body was a reminder that it actually happened. I looked over to see a man sleeping in a chair next to the bed. I didn't recognize him.

My first instinct was to freak out, "He's my attacker!" my tired brain screamed.

I didn't even bother looking at his face; I was staring at his body. Such a strong looking body would surely be able to overpower me easily while muffling my voice.

I mean who else would wait for me to wake up?

My only family was my dad and he was utterly useless. He couldn't even find the front door if he wanted to as he was always so drunk, though he seemed to have no problem finding my room to beat me in the middle of the night.

A feat I still have no idea how he accomplished.

Anyway, I freaked and grabbed the emergency remote that was attached to my bed and pressed the emergency button repeatedly. The machines next to me beeped faster as my heart beat increased.

A nurse shoved the door open, she looked alerted. When she saw me awake she asked "What's wrong?" in an alarmed voice.

"He's here! Get him out!" I croaked.

"Who is here?" She looked around the room and spotted the man next to me, "Him?"

I nodded furiously, but as I moved to sit up I cringed painfully. She saw this and forced me to lie back down, reassuring me in a comforting voice. "That's Sebastian. He's the one who found you." She said calmly.

I looked back at him, getting a good look at him this time. His black hair was messy and his features were calm.

He was still sleeping.

"He hasn't left your side since you got here." She smiled sweetly. "Do you know him?" she asked, directing her attention back to me.

"No…" I trailed off.

"Well now you get to meet him; he made all the staff that were looking after you to promise to wake him up if you woke up while he was sleeping." She said, moving over to the sleeping figure.

She laid a hand on his shoulder and gently shook him. "He's awake, Mr. Michaelis." She muttered to him.

His eyes snapped open, immediately alert. He looked up at her, "Hmm?" he inquired.

"Look." she said, gesturing to me.

The man called Sebastian slowly turned to me, his ruby eyes meeting my sapphire ones. "God." I whispered.

The man seemed to ignore me for a moment as he turned to the nurse and smiled, "Thank you Ma'am. Can I have some privacy with him?"

"Sure, but no shock treatment, got it?" she answered sternly.

She received a sharp nod from the man and so she turned, satisfied and left the room.

Neither of us said anything, a pregnant silence surrounded us.

He was the first to speak, "I…I found you on my way to work. I'm sorry if it bothers you, I just couldn't live with myself if I never found out if you were ok."

I laughed bitterly, "Well, I'm fine. So you don't have to bother with me; you can leave." I answered defiantly.

He smiled, "Well I'm glad I have your permission, but I don't plan on leaving you just yet."

I stared at him for a long minute, "Do as you please." I finally answered. "How long have I been here?"

"Three days." He answered instantly, "Today is your fourth day."

I briefly wandered if dad had noticed that I'm gone…

"Can I have a mirror?" I asked quietly.

He raised an eyebrow, "Sure." He handed me a small hand held mirror that had a crack down the middle.

I ignored the crack and looked at my face. There was a bandage over my eye and butterfly bandages on my eyebrow and chin. Otherwise there were simple scrapes and there was prominent chafing on my cheeks. "I look like shit." I laughed bitterly.

"You look better than you did when I found you." He reassured.

"I hope you know that doesn't make me feel any better." I smirked at his blush.

After a moment, I sighed. I didn't want to talk about the incident any more. I needed a change of topic so I asked the most asked question. "So what do you do for a living?"

He looked at me curiously, "I own a small restaurant. I'd return the question, but you don't look a day over fifteen." He joked.

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Idiot, I'm eighteen." And that was the truth. I was a senior in high school. Well, I was before I quit.

"Ok then, do you have a job?" he smirked teasingly.

"Um…" I pondered telling him, but decided against it, "I used to. I recently quit." Technically that was true too, I used to be a prostitute and I quit recently.

To be exact, I quit as soon as I opened my eyes in this hospital bed and instead of being met with my wooden ceiling I was met with a white bland ceiling that was not my own.

"Oh, really now? Well then, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"Ciel, Ciel Phantomhive." I responded.

"Ciel…" he tested my name out."I like it." He decided. "It's French, right- French for sky?" He asked.

I nodded and winced when it made my neck ache but then I asked, "And yours is…Sebastian…right?"

"Yes sir, Sebastian Michaelis." He smiled genuinely.

We sat in silence once again, but this time I was the one to break it.

"So how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-four." He shrugged.

Then we chatted meaninglessly about nothing. I found myself having fun- talking with this man was the most entertaining thing I had done in a while. My life up until then was boring.

But after this he started going home; but he came back to visit every day. Sometimes early, sometimes rather late, this was probably because of his working schedule; running a restaurant couldn't be easy. Sometimes he snuck me in food from his restaurant, which gave me an excellent break from the bland hospital food.

After a few weeks they told me I could go home, but I had nowhere to go to. So I told them I would stay another day, I would wait for Sebastian one last time before I had to go somewhere far away from this town.

When Sebastian finally came to visit he looked excited, "I got a call, they said you'd be getting released today!"

I feigned excitement, "I know! Isn't it great?"

"It is. I got you something to celebrate." He walked up to the bed that I was stuck in and set a small box on my lap.

"Proposing to me already?" I teased.

"Just open the box, dip weed."

I smiled at the name; he had a quirky way of making up playful insults that made me laugh.

I removed the lid cautiously and peered in. Inside sat a little black eye patch- I looked up at him curiously.

"Well, you're blind in your right eye, right?" he shifted uncomfortably.

I smiled, "Thank you." Secretly, I treasured the gift; after all, Sebastian was the only true friend I had ever made. I noticed a bag under his arm, the first thing I thought was "Fuck yeah, food!"

Noticing my stare, he shoved the bag towards me eagerly, "I also got you some clothes. Sorry if they don't fit, I got them with a lot of guess work." He smiled, it almost seemed childish.

"Help me?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow. I held my arms out, implying he should help me stand.

He gently helped me to my feet, his strong hands supporting me as I struggled to keep my balance. I hadn't stood much while I was here, but when I did, pain always shot through my spine. I gasped and lost all balance.

He held me up with strength you wouldn't think he had with his lanky looking built, you would think he had almost to no strength.

I quickly regained my composure and managed to stand on my own and only then did I quickly pulled off the hideous hospital gown, revealing my naked body that was scarred and mangled.

I wasn't embarrassed though, he had found me completely naked, bleeding to death, and badly beaten. There was nothing physical I had to hide from him. I slipped on the black boxers he got me, and then struggled to put on the jeans without falling.

The shirt was the easiest, a simple white button up shirt. I admired my body in the full length mirror. Then he slipped the hospital bandage off my eye. It looked fine…closed. They had told me a glass shard landed in it or scraped against it. And it showed.

I slowly opened my right eye, ignoring the pain that shot through it; it had an ugly grey/black mixture in it. It no longer looked like its brother eye. I was saddened by this, mostly because my eyes were the most prominent thing I inherited from my dead mother.

Sebastian slipped the silky patch over my eye and tied it in the back of my head. It rested comfortably on my face.

I tried to joke, "Damn, I almost look as sexy as I did before!" I laughed…but it was obvious that it was fake laughter.

I turned to look at Sebastian who was looking down at me with solemn eyes, "Ciel….I've been wanting to ask you this…but…do you have somewhere to return to? You never talk about family or anything…" he hesitated a lot.

I considered his concerned words then slowly shook my head.

This seemed to sadden him. "Come live with me." He offered abruptly.

This shocked me, my eye widened as I looked up at the man who I barely knew. But I trusted him and though that may be foolish to do so, I did not want to go back to my house where a most likely drunk Father was waiting. So I took a risk and nodded. "Ok."

As Sebastian helped me out to his car, the entire hospital staff clapped as I walked by. Everyone seemed so happy that I had successfully and almost completely recovered so quickly. I smiled and waved as I passed by all the unfamiliar faces.

But as we reached the door I recognized a face, my nurse- the one who was there when I woke up and who was the main nurse to care for me, I struggled over to her with the help of Sebastian, and hugged her. When I looked up to see her face she had tears in the corner of her eyes. "Thank you." I whispered before letting go, nudging Sebastian over towards the front exit.

And with that, we left the hospital and headed to Sebastian's car that was parked right in front of the entrance.

Kitkatam: Well I hope you enjoyed this. Review please!

JezebelStrike: *blows kisses* Thank you all and now please review. I thank you all!