Chapter 2
Sebastian POV
Wiping my blood stained hands on my apron. I look down at the withering figure on the table next to me. The demon had scratched up his throat and had temporary damage his vocal cords. I had cleaned and attended to all the damage done to his body. The damage made me sick, there wasn't a spot that wasn't damaged. There was still one area left to fix and for Finny this was going to be the hardest part.
"Finny, I need you to spread your legs for me." Finny looked up at me fearful. He looked liked a small animal trapped in a corner.
"It's ok Finny, I'm not going to do anything. I need to get that thing out of you." Finny slowly nodded as water silently dripped down his face. His body was trembling as he fulfilled my request. Grabbing one of the several lit candles; I brought it to the area I would be fixing next. Slowly I slipped my fingers into Finny and stretched the abused muscles apart to get a look at the damage done. The poor boy whimpered and squirmed at my touch, as I forced his hole to expand enough to see inside. I could see the branch in him had broken in half and several of the thorns had broken off the branch and were now embedded into his flesh.
Sighing at the job I now had to do. This was going to be a long night.
Finny POV
"Eeeeh!" I whined into the cloth Sebastian had placed in my mouth to muffle out any screams I may let out and to keep me from biting into my lips as attempt to stay quiet. My eyes are tightly shut the pain is unbearable. My nails dig into my palm as I try to keep myself from moving. I could feel part of the branch begin to move as it scrapped and pricked at my insides. I'd yelped in surprised and felt tears stream down my face from it. Sebastian remain silent the whole time, just concentrating on getting this done and over with. Finally I felt the last of it leave my body, I let out a sigh of relief to only still feel something still in there and puncture wounds.
"Finny." Sebastain stated with no emotion in his voice, I'd looked up to him to answer him. "Taken in a deep breath and hold it. This will hurt." My eyes widen in shock and fear, I didn't know what he was planning or doing. I shook my head violently, no more pain. I can't do anymore pain.
"Finny." Sebastian stated sharply getting my attention. He had a serious look on his face, telling me that I should reply. Taking what little courage I had left, I took in a deep breath, laid my head back down and closed my eyes. I felt Sebastian move one of his hands to my chest and gently press down on it, while the other one still lingered near my anal. He gently rubbed my sore hole and kept telling me to relax. In my head I kept chanting the same thing.
'He's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt me.'
I felt him slip one figure into me,
'He's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt me.'
Then another slipped in,
'HE's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt me. HE's not going to hurt me.'
Than another,
'HE's Not going to hurt Me! HE's not going to HURt mE! HE's not going to hurt ME!'
"Finny." I felt myself open my eyes and stop my mantra. Making sure to look in the opposite direction from Sebastian, not wanting to see what he's doing. "Finny, you need to relax your muscles or it's going to hurt worse if you don't." I remained frozen in my spot. I couldn't move or acknowledge that I heard him. I couldn't calm my body down, I felt the tension in my body grow stronger when I heard him sigh and continue moving his fingers inside me. My eyes grew wide as the fear was growing stronger inside me. Slowly I found myself attempting to turn my head in Sebastian's direction.
"Don't LOOK Finny." It was flat, bold and a threat that dared me to disobey. Instead I turned my head to the side. My eyes are still wide from the fear flooding into them. I begin to chant to myself again as an attempt to hold on to my sanity.
'He's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt me.'
Four of his fingers are in me now,
'HE's NOT going to HURT ME! He's noting Hurt ME! He's NotGoing hurt mE!'
He's slowly slips them farther inside me,
'He's NOt going HURt Me! He's not GOING to HURt ME! HE's not Going to HURt mE!'
Now up to his knuckle are inside me,
'HE'S noting to Hurt ME! He's notGoing hurt ME! HE'S GOING TO HURT ME!'
Pressure increased on my chest as something ripped at my insides.
Sebastian POV
I'm putting all of my body weight on the boy's chest, trying to hold him down. Out of nowhere he started flaring and struggling, I'm trying to hold down the teenage and at the same time keep my grip inside the boy, trying to get the broken branch out of him.
"FINNY!" I called several times to the boy, trying to wake him up from whatever trance his has gone in. My only choice now is to work fast. His arms are flaring, legs are kicking, and he's head is shaking back and forth with waterfall of tears streaming down them. He's trying to arch his back to try and get me out him; everything his body is doing to try and get me off is failing, but is making it extremely hard to keep a grip on the boy. Finally I get a good enough grip on the branch and just yank it. He's crying and screams as he struggles more as the thorns scratch and dig into his inside as I pull the remaining branch out of him. The branch is covered in his blood and is missing several thorns. Finny is still screaming underneath me and I'm at a lost on how to calm the boy. I watch him struggle for a few minutes trying to contemplate on what to do.
I remember watching a mother calm her upset child once and found myself doing the same thing. I found myself wrapping my arms around the boy and pulling him close to the chest. One hand held his head against my chest where my heart should have been and the other hand calmly stroking his back. I found myself whispering words along with my actions.
"It's ok Finny, shhhh it's ok. Nobody's going to hurt you. " I kept this up until Finny stop fighting against me and seem to calm down. Tears kept leaking down his face as he wheezed out gasp, trying to get his breath back. Slowly he pushed away from my chest and looked up at me with his big watery eyes before throwing himself back into my chest and started sobbing. His arms wrap around me tightly as he held on to me for dear life. I was shock by his actions and was unsure of what to do at first. Slowly I'd wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly waiting for him to calm down.
His tears finally became little droplets instead of waterfalls. He was chocking on his own snot and his nose was running. I could feel him starting to drift off into a sleep against my chest.
"Finny." I tried to wake him from his daze. "Finny, I need to get the thorns out still." I felt his body tense up, his grip tighten on me. He buried his head into my chest and kept trying to say 'no more' but do to his injured vocal cords, it was nothing more than noise.
"Do you want something to help numb the pain and knock you out?" I still can't believe I'm doing all of this for someone who isn't my master, sigh. I felt him nod into my chest and slowly I tried to remove the boy from my body, but he refused to let go. "Finny I'll be right back. You'll be fine. I need to get some supplies." It took more time than I liked to coo the young boy to let go. Quickly I left the room and returned, not wanting to return to Finny having another panic attack. When I returned, I found the boy curled up in the corner of the room.
Sigh…
Walking over to the boy, I handed him the brown bottle I had in my hands. He took it from me, questioning what it was.
"It's rum. Drink it." Slow he took a sniff of the beverage, making a face of disguise before taking a small sip to taste it. He made a face of disgust and lower the bottle away from his body. Taking the bottle from him, I'd brought the bottle back up to his lips.
"Drink it." I could see tears starting to swell up in his eyes again, as he slowly took the bottle from me and started to drink it. Tears were streaming down his face again as he slowly drank it. He tried to put the bottle down when he was half way through,
"All of it Finny." Looking at him sternly, he didn't question me and just continued to drink it. After the bottle was finished, Finny slowly went from a daze out, to depress to finally passing out. Once he had passed out, I gently lifted the boy up and placed him back on the table to continued the procedure. It took about another hour before I was finished. I could see the light of the day making itself known over the horizon.
Sighing at this, I knew I couldn't bring the boy back to his room. Tanaka and Bard will be up in a few hours and the Finny didn't need them trying to wake him up even though he'll be passed out the next several hours. Slowly making a decision on what to do. Scooping up the boy, I decided to bring him back to my room.