It was a turbulent night for Ciel Phantomhive once again. He was dreaming about that hateful night.
The door opened quietly and someone walked in.
He was reliving the happenings of that night. The horror, the crowd, the unkown, the laughs, the fire and the pain.
The figure silently reached the bed's side.
Oh the pain. The searing pain he felt when his body was marked and stabbed. The screams, the terror, the excited voices.
Soothing words started pouring out of his mouth.
He wanted to be freed from this torture. He wanted to escape, he wanted to leave. He wanted someone to come and save him.
"Master, calm down. I'm here for you."
Fire spread, words were exchanged and the contract was made. Divine punishment came upon the excited voices and he could breathe again.
The figure left as silently it had come in.
Ciel was calm again. His heart got back to a normal beating rate and he fell into a deep slumber.
He was free once more.