Sorry it took me so long to update, I'd lost my USB with this chapter on it..

This chapter is taken from the point of view of Sebastian. Anyway, here it is.

Those were the events that led up to my current situation, lying on the bed of the Trancy butler, completely exhausted and unable to retain consciousness without feeling my body pulse painfully. I tried to move but to my dismay, I was still bound. It probably didn't matter because in my fatigued state I wouldn't have made it through the door let alone back to the Phantomhive estate, and the incantation that Claude placed upon me also hindered any attempts of escape I may make. As I lay helplessly on the silken sheets of the Spider demon's bed, the realization that I'd been rejecting to acknowledge during my time held captive here finally came to me. I, Sebastian Michaelis, have been broken.

The days went by cruelly slow. One of the other servants would usually come in to help me bathe and bring me food since Claude was usually busy keeping Alois entertained and I was always too drained to do it myself. The maid, otherwise known as Hannah, was the one to usually do this task. She often apologized as she would help me wash, also taking care to be gentle on my bruised skin. I acctually enjoyed when she came by to assist me, whenever Claude would find the time to wash me, it'd usually end up with me being in need of another bath. As for when Timber, Canterbury, and Thompson would help, I could hear the hushed whispers that they made to each other, discussing the marks on body and all other things they find on me through the courtesy of Claude.

As days went by, I became allowed to wander the Estate with the permission of Alois, I could tell he felt pity for me seeing as he knows the feeling of being kept in this very mansion for the same reason, he would've let me go if it wasn't for being who I was. I found ways to keep from losing muscle by using furniture from the rooms that are less used as weights. Soon after I'd started this habit of lifting furniture and finally getting a few days away from Claude and getting a chance to recover, it was just my luck that he would walk in just as I'd finished my routine, sweaty and tired.

I could see his smirk from across the room, the tinge of panic nipping at me from the back of my mind. He approached me as predator stalking its prey with a feral gleam in his eye. I backed away in hopes of putting distance between he and I until I found that a wall was blocking my escape. The spider was already upon me and had me by my wrist.

"Why if it isn't my little toy, having fun are we?" Claude chuckled. I glared at him then reached for a vase with blue roses painted on it from a nearby table and smashed it against the side of his skull, hoping it'd buy me enough time to break free and get to some other room far from this one. My attempts were in vain for he only looked furious.

"Michaelis, you just made a dire mistake..." He said in a voice that could only be described as venomous. The glassed demon slammed my back against the wall with a bruising force then roughly bite into the crook of my neck. I shouted and told Claude to stop, but the demon only laughed. With a swift movement of his hand, the spider had removed the jeans I'd been wearing and had me pinned against the wall with a sinister smirk. Claude then grabbed me through the thin silk boxers I wore and began rubbing my member, eliciting chocked moans to pass my lips.

"Cl-Claude, please.. Stop." I half-begged, only to receive an amused laugh.

"I think not. That was a rather expensive vase you just broke.. How do you plan on compensating for it?" The ebony haired demon questioned, obviously having an answer before I could even reply. He dropped his trousers then grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me forcefully onto a nearby couch and he sat himself between my legs.

"I think I know exactly how you could pay for that vase." The older demon growled. I tried to move back but his grip on my hair tightened and he only laughed at my failed attempt. He then leaned down and licked one of the numerous bruises on my neck, sliding a hand down the front of my boxers and started stroking me. I moaned and weakly tried to push Claude away, but got nowhere. I could feel myself getting harder, he knew just where to touch, where to bite, and where to lick that would send me over, even if it was him. And he knew exactly how to use that all against me.

He grazed his teeth against the skin bellow my ear, with his other hand he took one of my nipples between his fingers and pinched the soft pink bud. I gasped and my back arched up towards him, I could see the amused and lustful look that flashed in his golden eyes. I didn't even realize he'd completely undressed me, let alone himself, until I felt him raise one of my legs over his shoulder then thrust in. All I could manage was a stifled cry then grit my teeth. It was excruciating, no matter how often we did this I could never get used to it. I always felt like I was going to be split in two, never a chance to adjust.

Claude continued to pound into me without mercy, I screamed out when he hit a certain spot within me which made him chuckle as he hit it again. I hissed as my hips bucked on their own and words I didn't mean spilled from my lips.

"Please… Ha-Harder!" I couldn't stop myself.

"Ah! Yes!" I don't know what came over me.

"There, again!" I'd lost myself.

"I... I'm going to-!" Then a sensation of pure euphoria before everything slowly faded to black…