December 20, 1889

Snow slowly fell from the heavens above, covering the Trancy property with snow. It was a beautiful sight, a winter wonderland for miles and miles around. The air was bitter and merciless.

Exhaling, Alois leaned back in his chair. He shivered and wrapped his arms around him, slowly rubbing his flesh. His sky blue orbs flicked up to the lone dark figure by the door.

After a moment he spoke. "Claude, I'm bored." He said flatly, watching his demon with a look of curiosity.

"Shall I retrieve your chess set?" Claude inquired in monotone as he pushed his glasses up om his nose bridge.

Alois paused. He did love chess. Maybe he could beat that Phantomhive brat if he was to practice enough. But he did not feel like mental exercise at the moment. Suddenly a smirk grew on his face and the inexplicable twinge of excitement lit up in his stomach.

"No, Claude. Infact, bring me that wench, Hannah." Alois sat up straight and unbuttoned his plum coat.

With a silent bow, Claude had left the room. Alois stood up and slipped the coat off. He cracked his knuckles and went over to the fireplace. Grabbing a box of matches, Alois lit it and tossed it into the awaiting coals and wood.

Suddenly the room seemed lighter.

"Ah. So much to do." Alois chuckled as he strolled back over to the desk. He opened the bottom drawer or his desk and set eyes on a horse whip.

...

Hannah had just received the news. Alois had requested her. For what, she had no clue. Deep down, Hannah was a bit scared.

What might he do this time? Would he burn her with the poker or would he put his hands on her?

Hannah solemnly wondered as she climbed the stairs.

Hannah rounded the corner and exhaled. She stood outside of his door.

He may just kill her this time, if he'd been reading up on his demonic biology.

Hannah inhaled and then exhaled. This was for Luka. This was for all the bad she'd done in her life.

Hannah gently knocked the door.

"Master? You called?" Hannah asked softly, pushing the door.

There was a pause

"Indeed I did. Come In Hannah." Alois answered in a low tone. Hannah pushed the door and entered, closing it behind her.

She curtsied before him and kept her head down, careful not to look at him.

Alois watched her from his perch on the desk. He let out a soft chuckle.

"You annoy me." He sighed. Alois stood from the desk and strolled over. He stood infront of her for second, staring at her.

She was taller than him.

Alois' hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Hannah's hair and yanked it. Hannah's knees buckled end she fell to the floor before him.

"I-I'm sorry!" Hannah cried out. "I'm sorry I have aggravated you, Master!" Hannah kept her vision on the floor.

Alois was taken aback. She'd never said anything during their sessions.

'Have I broken her?' Alois thought to himself. She'd said sorry, in a pleading tone. As if she was scared. She was trembling at his feet. A smirk grew on his face, a gloat settling over his body.

"Oh?" Alois tightened his grasp and shoved her down. "Lick my boots, Bitch." He whispered in the most taunting tone.

Hannah leaned down to comply only to have him yank her back up. She gave a surprised gasp.

Alois let out a boyish giggle. "Oh Hannah, you think I'd let a piece of shit like you lick my thousand quid boots?" Alois rose his foot and kicked Hannah over, still holding her hair. Her neck was at a odd angle. She was choking.

Alois loved that look of fear on her face. That look of regret. That look of defeat.

He delivered another kick to her stomach and another and another and another. "You piece of shit! Get up! Get up!" He snapped, yanking her hair one good time. A clump of it came out. Alois carelessly tossed it aside.

Hannah slowly sat up, gathering herself. She then stood to her feet, disheveled and shaken. Sadness was clear on her face.

Alois walked over to the desk and grabbed the horse whip. "You see this?" He held it up. "We're going to play a game." Alois piped.

Hannah wanted to turn and run. Maybe he wouldn't chase her down and leave her be until tomorrow.

"Yes, Master." Hannah mumbled.

"Good. You're going to strip and I'm going to whip your backside up and down this room until I get tired." Alois flashed a smile. "That sound good?"

Hannah wasted no time. She abided by his orders and stripped herself naked. She stood still as he approached her.

Alois stopped a few feet from her. He looked her up and down, surveying her body. He wanted to map out where he wanted to bruise.

But he kept being pulled away from the thought by her body. It was beautiful. She had a perfect hourglass figure with perky large breast.

Alois became curious as his eyes slowly moved downward.

Curious about what was between her legs. He'd heard from older men, his cousin the Viscount. Women had galaxies between their legs, innocent and unexplored. Maybe Hannah had something different, she was different from other women, from looks to origin.

Without delay Alois rose the whip and brought it down upon her. Hannah let out a cry and shrunk away.

"Run! Run goddamit!" Alois screamed, settling her with endless lashes.

He didn't need to tell her twice, Hannah turned around and ran, away from him. Alois chased her, still hitting her with the horsewhip. Her skin was turning red now and swelling. Everywhere Hannah ran, he followed.

She dodged around the desk and Alois jumped over the desk.

She'd shoved a chair to show him down but he'd threw the chair at her.

Hannah cowered in the corner and Alois still was relentless.

Hannah got up from the corner and ran straight for the door. She pulled it open and fled. Alois came out not a second after. He wasn't out of breath in the slightest.

Hannah looked back at him, waving the whip like a madman as he advanced.

Hannah ducked the corner and ran into a random bedroom.

She closed the door and exhaled. She'd be safe for now.

Hannah walked away from the door and exhaled. She was in the guest room. Guest room 11.

The doorhandle turned and Alois came through. Hannah didn't have time to react. Alois tackled her and slammed her onto the bed, he sat on her abdomen and grabbed a pillow, holding it over Hannah's face.

"You pathetic bitch! You call yourself a demon?!" Alois laughed as he placed lashes wherever he saw fit.

Hannah moved her body, trying to avoid the lashes. She was well enough to throw him off of her and snap his neck.

But she couldn't bring herself to do that.

Alois was just lost, confused. He didn't deserve that.

It went on. Alois whipped and degraded her and she moved around, trying to evade the lashes.

Suddenly, he stopped. Alois snatched the pillow from her face and tossed it aside. Silent tears wet the side of her face.

This is what he wanted; to break her.

Alois leaned down, looking into her eyes. He caught a tear with his index and looked at it before flicking it away with disgust.

Alois smirked and leaned back, sitting up straight.

He surveyed her body. The swelling was healing. That's not what he'd wanted. He wanted something that would scar her forever.

Alois reached out and rested his hand on her breast. Then he slowly enclosed his hand around it and began to squeeze her. It was soft, really soft and sensitive.

Hannah whimpered but made no move to stop him.

Alois grabbed her other breast and began to squeeze it also.

He took his time, squeezing and rolling. He liked the way she whimpered.

Hannah bit her lip and closed her eyes. "M-Master." She whimpered.

Alois exhaled. "Shut up." He said flatly.

A boy his age was curious about a woman's body. He wanted to explore her body. Not poke and prod.

But he wanted to feel her body, get to know her body.

Alois squeezed Hannah's left breast and leaned down, enclosing his mouth around her teat. He knew what to do to get it hard, he swirled his tongue around her areola and nipple, feeling it pop to life.

Hannah didn't know how to feel. She'd experienced this before. This thing called sex. It was clear what he intended to do to her on that bed. But Hannah wasn't sure how to feel about it, about him.

Alois pulled back, staring at her hard nipple. He gave her breast one last squeeze before venturing yonder. Hannah didn't stop him, but she tensed up when he opened her legs. Alois paused a moment.

She didnt relax but she uttered a "It's okay." To him.

Alois continued pushing her legs apart. Hannah bent her legs and held her knees together, giving him a good enough view.

He stared in awe. She was completely hairless down there. It looked plump and innocent. It was atleast a shade or two darker than her skin tone.

He'd never seen a woman's body. This was the first and it got him excited. His shorts suddenly became a bit tighter as he felt his penis become stiff.

Alois did the next logical thing. He grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, revealing the whole thing. She had a patch of hair on her chastity. Leaning down between her legs, he opened his mouth and began to eat Hannah out.

He was an expert with his tongue, but this was all too new for him.

She was new to him.

Hannah didn't know how to react. Should she moan like she'd wanted to or keep quiet.

His tongue gently swirled around her clitorus then dipped down to her vaginal opening.

Hannah reached down and ran her fingers through his hair and let out a soft moan.

"Alois.."