Well. It has certainly been a while. This is a very brief entry, possibly the start of something bigger, possibly not. I'm curious as to your thoughts. I will leave out the explanations and synopses and let you come to your own conclusions.
Rated M for a very good reason.
I do not own Black Butler or any of its characters.
Ciel Phantomhive screamed, tearing at the flesh of her attackers. She could not see them, only the filthy bag they had pulled over her head.
"Little prick," one of them exclaimed as a wild kick landed between his legs.
Ciel regretted this as soon as someone caught her with a vicious backhand. Her mouth filled with blood and her head spin, nearly losing consciousness.
"This little pisser is hardly worth the trouble, his skinny arse won't fetch more than a few shillings."
Slavers. Fuck. She was so fucked.
After the backhand, she couldn't put up much of a fight and they quickly wrestled her to the ground. One of them happened to catch a handful of her tits in the process. Curse her bad luck. She wasn't very gifted in that area, and her recent lack of nourishment hadn't done her any favors, but there was still enough flesh to attract the wrong kind of attention.
The slaver cursed and ripped apart her already scrappy clothing, going slack-jawed at the sight of her female parts, pitiful as they were.
As the group began to paw at her flesh and quickly destroyed her remaining clothing, Ciel almost started to pray, pleading for help from a higher power she no longer believed existed.
One of the men touched her between her legs, forcing a finger inside her delicate flesh. She screamed again, this time muffled by the bag, now shoved into her mouth, serving as a gag.
Blinded by the dark cloth, she felt everything. Every violating touch, mauling her in areas that had not fully matured. She smelled their stinking flesh, heard their lewd words and harsh breathing as they grasped at her waning innocence.
In the depths of her enforced darkness, Ciel felt her prayers hangs. They turned desperate and hateful.
And then.
Something answered.
To Ciel, it seemed as if everything had paused. The darkness became absolute, apart from a shape that seemed even darker as if it radiated an absence of light.
"You have summoned me." It spoke in a soft, deep voice that made her whole being shudder. "For that, you will never pass through the gates of heaven. What is your wish?"
The question seemed to have been whispered into her ear. Her mind scrambled for an answer.
"I want..."
"Yes?" It was seductive, drawing her deeper into the darkness. She felt herself drifting.
"I want... To experience ecstasy."
She felt tendrils of sensation all over her body, nearly rolled her eyes back at the pleasure. She thought the voice might have laughed.
"And revenge," she whispered.
"Against these men?" the voice probed, as the sensations nearly made her lose her thoughts entirely.
"These men. And all those responsible for my suffering."
"All may be achieved. But there is a price."
"What price?" she murmured, writhing in pleasure as her every nerve ending was stimulated.
"Your soul."
Ciel moaned, feeling a torrent of pleasure tear through her body.
"Take it!" she screamed, sobbing at the feelings she was experiencing. This pleasure was worth anything. Everything.
"Then we have a deal."
Pain seared through her body, focused most intensely in her right eye, burning as if from a brand. She screamed in ecstasy and agony, and then she felt nothing.