Okay this is going to be a, well let's call it a, short story. Actually it is from my latest Quizilla account (although I amended it quite a bit). I'm not quite sure if I'm going to post the other chapters as well, because back to the time, when I wrote this story it was supposed to consist of 7 parts - each part mirroring one of the 7 greatest sins.

So yeah, this part (or not, like I said I'm not sure whether to continue or not) is supposed to reflect 'Lust'.

It is about Sebastian Michealis from Kuroshitsuji and, well, her. Who 'she' is, is up to you. I only gave her a very few character traits in order to give the story a plot, but other than that you can imagine her to be whatever you want her to be.

OH! By the way – if you want me to continue:

Review!

I don't care whether it is positive or negative. I would just like to know how you think about the story, okay? Because the lack of review is the reason why I stopped writing in the first place.

So yeah, enjoy.

I do not own Sebastian Michaelis, nor do I own Kuroshitsuji.

Important edit! I'm begging everyone to read this because it is utterly important to me.

I have been alerted that the following entries might be mistaken with an 'actual story'. I want every reader to be aware of the fact that my entries are solely meant to a mix of a drabble (I do know that it is not a 'real drabble' because I wrote way more than 100 words) and a short story. So please do not expect an enormous plot. Each entry is meant to make sense on its own, while being mainly based on the, in the "chapter x" stated sin. The fact that "she" only shows minimal character traits is, as stated above & in summary, on purpose.

Thank you.

Even though she was a woman of young age, she had, as far as she can remember, hated formal gatherings.
For one, she detested those men. Those men, who would look at her with nothing but lust displayed in their eyes – undressing her shamelessly with their looks. It disgusted her.

And for another, she disliked deceitfulness.

Every time she would attend one of these gathering, these people would not stop coming up to her - these people with their faked smiles and overly friendly attitude.

They were hoping to be seen with her in order to somehow benefit of the influence she held in society. Maybe even manage make a deal, or two.

She definitely hated balls.

That is why it had not surprised her when he told her that she would have to attend yet another one. A

fter all he was a sadist like that - a sadist whose mistress just happened to be his favorite prey.

This is why it had not surprised him in the least, when she headed straight to her room, slamming the door loudly in the process, once she gained knowledge of the gathering.

An oh-so-sweet chuckle left his lips as he watched his mistress retreat to her room - her eyes sparkling with anger.

Once again the game had begun. ~

He slowly made his way up to her room. A

s he opened her room door, he could not contain the smirk that he had tried to hold in.

The sight was just too lovely. ~

Slowly he walked into the room. It seemed as if he was mocking her with each step he took, until he finally stood behind his mistress, asking whether she needed his assistance or not.

Her delicate facial features immediately turned into a frown upon his sight behind her in the mirror.

The smile that he had been giving her earlier was still present on his face and even though he did not look into her eyes directly she could still feel the pervasive aura they held.

He was staring right into her soul.

An unspoken 'yes' had been uttered by her, as she moved her hair, that had covered her back until now, over her shoulder - giving him access to the strings that held her corset together and within a mere second he had undone them, as for him this was nothing but a trivial task.

Her eyes never left his form as he made his way up to her wardrobe, taking out a nightgown which she was going to wear for the night.

She watched his every movement as he helped her into it – her eyes following his gloved hands as he smoothed out the her it felt like he was caressing her body underneath the cloth, but of course she must have been imagining that.

After all a butler would never touch his mistress in such an inappropriate way.

As she shifted her gaze back to her butlers face, who was by now kneeling in front of her, their eyes met.

He stood up. N

ot once did their eye contact break.

His smile was still present on his lips as he was staring down to her small form.

'Why is it that my mistress holds such a troubled expression on her face? You seem…confused. ~'

And she knew right away that he was mocking her once again.

She could tell by voice, for she was used to it by now.

Slowly, of so slowly he bent down to her until they were at eye level with another. Another sickening sweet chuckle left his lips as her eyes widen.

Oh how he loved to play that game with her. ~

'Is there anything I can do to resolve the problem that seems to bother my Lady so much? ~'

By now his thumb was caressing her cheek affectionately. Her eyes shut at the soft touch.

Of course he could resolve it, he knew that very well. And he definitely knew that he would do so.

Another chuckle.

'May I give you a proposed solution, my Lady? I think that I know what is bothering you so much. ~'

A single word left her lips - unbeknownst to her.A word that made his smile turn into a smirk.

His left hand encircled her as his right hands tangled itself in between her hair.

His lips on her neck…

Once again he had caught his prey. ~

She awoke to the sunrays shining on her face. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she let her eyes wander around the room in search for him. And she found him.

He stood next to the door, smiling just like he always did and just like he always would. B

ecause both of them knew very well that as long as he kept his mocking smile on his face, she would always end up in his arms. Whimpering his name in ecstasy. Begging him for more... .

That was how their little game of pleasure worked after all. ~