a/n: Hello there! As mentioned in the last chapter of my other story. I would have this posted before the end of the night. Now, this is the first story I have written that will be this serious. This story is rated M, not because of lemons or such, it is rated M for its content. Like language and some subjects. Other thant that the rest of the rating is like it is in the anime/manga. You know, the dark past, the death scenes, the fights, and language of Black Butler itself. While I have considered writing a lemon for this story, I probably won't. 1) I've never written a lemon. 2) I don't feel comfortable at the moment. I might just write like serious smut but no full lemon. Something like implied lemon. Yeah but anyways, the story is rated M just because its more serious than any of the other stories I've written. I'm not saying there wouldn't be comic relief , I'm just saying its really serious. But I hope you enjoy it. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

-RemyKeehlJeevas

"Sebastian Michaelis."

"What is it that you wish?"

"You raised her well Wolfe. She follows your order without so much as mumble, and she's a lovely dancer." "And she looks so much like her mother." "Yeah, say Wolfe, she'll be sixteen soon. I can take her for a wife."

"No, no. Turner, I think you'll have quite the competition. "

"She is a beauty isn't she? And she'll be sixteen in two years…"

"Oh, then she will be perfect to put on the market. She'll bring in more money to…"

"What are you saying, Carter? She is the money, and every penny of it. Looks just like her mother did."

She's a good bitch. She'll do well in my care. Save her for me won't you, Wolfe?"

"That will be her decision gentlemen. In the meantime, she remains the money."

"Honey is the money…heh."

"Money. Speaking of which, gentlemen. Time to pay up."

"Yes, keep dancing dear, and dip. Don't be afraid to be a little more provocative. Sway your hips a little more darlin'."
They stared at her like a piece of meat, watching her dance with hungry immoral eyes. What dogs they were.

"Men are disgusting, dear. What you wanna get, you'll only find here. For a good price too, it's only gonna cost your life. Sell it to them, and those men, they'll be begging for more. Like they're supposed to. Beg. They're dogs. Just keep the money coming, darling. You'll have everything you need and more."

All of them and her father included passed her around and let everyone have a turn for a dance. A chance to slap her butt and kiss her roughly. But her father sat there, a proud man, and watched it all. He was so proud to have such a beautiful daughter. And so very pleased to see the men jealous of his treasure. They touched her with their unclean hands, dirtied from their lust for money, power, and adulterated sex.

"Well, this was fun, Wolfe."

"Yes, we'll have to come back another time. That girl of yours is a looker. She'll look great in my arms."

"You've earned your share today, Wolfe. That daughter of yours is something. I'm still swirling from that bit she gave me earlier. Quite talented with her hands, hm?"

"Oh, yes a jewel to be treasured"

"Why thank you, my good men. I shall see you in the morning."

"What is my wish?"

"Oh, Honey, you're such a good girl."

He ran his fingers down her sides, "How shall daddy reward you?"

Sick bastard and that bitch of his.

"We should both reward her, dear. $3,000 she's bought in tonight."

"Oh. Well she deserves it, too."

Disgusting.

"Some new clothes? A trip to another country? You name it, Honey."

The man grabbed her arms and pinned her to the bed.

'Vile,' She thought.

'Disgusting,' She thought.

"Scream for me, Honey!" The man whispered in her ear as he bit her neck.

She would never scream for him. Who did he think he was?

He went for her dress. She fought. He wouldn't dare.

"Are you not going screaming," He yanked down her dress, as her efforts were fruitless, revealing her chest.

She opened her mouth, but nothing would come out. And his anger rose. "Scream. Scream, ya little slut."

Smack. "Ah," she choked.

Smack. Smack. "Not loud enough. You ain't making this worth my wile, your father won't be paid."

"Get off me, you monster!"

Smack! "Who are you callin' a monster? You better watch that mouth, Wolfe girl. Or you'll end up like your mother."

"NO!" She fought him. That night never did end well.

Honey sat there, contemplating the rough life she had had. Those men deserved to pay. They deserved every bit of hell she would send to them. Though she had not loss her virginity, twice her life, those friends of her father had attempted to rape her. These things had scarred her. Scars may heal, but they'll never go away.

What was her wish?

If her mother was there she would have protected her. But she wasn't. Her mother died. Her mother was murdered. Rumor has it, she was raped and killed, but that wasn't true. Honey's very own father had killed her mother and he married that stupid woman whom Honey hated with a passion, Veronica.

And even Veronica let those other men touch her. Every weekend it happened. They'd come over and force her to dance, watch her.

Veronica was something else, too. Her and her uppity family. Her father, his pride, and so called friends. If they weren't lusting after her, they were looking down on her.

All of it started when she was thirteen and a ripe age for marriage, she dealt with it.

But here was a man offering her some sort of way out.

All that anger finally built of inside of her when she was sixteen.

It started with Veronica.

"How dare you!" Honey yelled at you. "Every time I don't do what you ask, you bring up my mother. Don't you speak word about my mother." Veronica growled at her, "Don't you speak to me with that tone, young lady."

"Honey, don't talk you your mother like that." Honey's father rose from the chair he was sitting in, making himself get involved with the situation.

"YOU SHUT UP, DAMMIT! She is NOT my mother! And I'll be damned If I ever call you my father again! I have been here and I have tried to talk to you. But you never listen. You let men touch me, you sick disgusting bastard. I hate you! You let mom down. You killed her! You killed her! This woman is not my mom and she will never be my mother. Stop placing her as my mom! You treated me horribly. You didn't even care. I AM SIXTEEN, WOLFE! SIXTEEN! A sixteen year old girl! I am leaving this place!"

Smack! "That is enough Honey. Now apologize." Wolfe commanded sternly.

"The hell I will. I AM GETTING OUT OF HERE! You have enough money yet you want to profit in the background using my body. I don't think so! Go To hell! Go to hell! "Honey screamed at him, as tears began running down her face.

And that was the last thing she had said to her father. It had been a year and a half since she left.

God must have hated her after everything she went through.

"I want revenge, of course. I want my father on his knees in despair, I want him to suffer. I will succeed him and I want him to watch. I will succeed all of those men who touch me. I will succeed them. They looked down on me and defiled me. I will make them suffer, the lot of them. That is my wish. Sweet revenge."

"Then the contract is done."

"Then you will help me carry it out, in exchange for my soul?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Then what are you waiting for? Help me."

"Yes, my lady."

"Call me, queen."

"Yes, my queen."

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~Remy~