His wrists were bound above his head, but not with hemp or chains.
…Silk, perhaps?
Ciel tugged on them experimentally. He could not open his eyes, the blindfold was bound too tightly. His mouth had been stuffed with bitter, soft fabric, and another twist of silk wrapped around his lips to hold everything in place. He could not speak, he could not give the order for Sebastian to come and save him. The realization made his heart sink into his stomach and he felt panic settle in. In the past, it had been easy for him in these situations. His captors often didn't know better, and they were careless, and…
They were human.
Cold air brushed over his skin, giving rise to chill bumps. Ciel was naked, and he was kneeling on a bed of satin. At the very least, his knees would not come out of this bruised.
"Good morning, young earl." He recognized the voice immediately.
Ciel growled into his gag, thrashing with his bonds. He felt lithe fingers slide underneath his blindfold, pulling it up over his head. He opened his eyes to see Lady Clifton sitting on the bed in front of him. If Ciel strained, he could see Heath Clifton by the fireplace, seated at a desk with his legs crossed, one elegant heel resting on his thigh. The corners of his mouth were still split, making his malevolent smile even wider.
"You look so distressed," Heath rested a hand against his chest, as if it were the most adorable thing he had ever seen. "Do not despair, I won't give you the satisfaction of being taken just yet. Oh, I know it must be disappointing. After you so shamelessly flaunted your assets to me earlier."
Ciel's face was on fire, angry and humiliating. He thrashed again.
"I would you would not struggle. They only get tighter when you do." Heath sighed. "And if you lose your circulation, well… there go your hands, I'm afraid."
Ciel went still immediately, hanging there helplessly, his head drooping.
"Lady Clifton ordered me to kill you." Heath continued. "But I cannot very well do so until I have Sebastian in my claws, so to speak. You see, she wishes him for her own amusement. It occurred to me I might torture you until you commanded Sebastian to submit to her will, but… something told me that you would endure torture too proudly, and then I conjured a far more efficient way to break your spirit."
Lady Clifton held something aloft, and it took a moment for Ciel to focus on what was so close to his face. It was a bizarre tool, carved out of wood and polished smooth, with a shape vaguely reminiscent of a child's spinning top, one end tapered and the other bulbous – leading into a short handle that was capped with a flat top, embedded with a purple jewel.
"Amethyst. I thought it so appropriate." Heath said.
Lady Clifton reached over to the side of the bed, out of Ciel's range of vision. When she pulled back, she held up the tool again, and it was drenched in oil.
"I do not think you are prepare to accommodate me." Heath said, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. "Lady Clifton had a very apposite solution."
"Just take a deep breath." She said. "And relax." She reached underneath Ciel, her fingers slick, and slid them between his ass cheeks. Ciel groaned into the gag, wanting to pull on his bond again, but wanting to keep his hands intact.
She smiled at him.
"There we go." She used two fingers to splay his cheeks apart, and then reached underneath with her other hand.
Ciel felt the tip of the tool against his tight entrance, and he clenched.
"Don't do that," she whispered, massaging him with her fingertips. "Try not to think about it." She kissed him through the gag, and then spread his cheeks even wider, sliding the plug into his ass, persisting all the way up to the cap.
Ciel screamed into the gag, not expecting the violent sensation, the feeling of being stretched so wide he might rip in half. He panted into the fabric, wishing he could swallow properly, his face red from the exertion and heat.
"There we are." Heath said, rising from his desk. "A proper little lord, properly plugged up for the time being. And when you are stretched to my liking, we will start discussion of your demon."
Ciel glowered at him. All he could see was a red haze, his mind racing with thoughts of this man's death. He would order Sebastian to kill him slowly. So, very slowly.
The blindfold was pulled back down over his eyes, and everything was dark once again.
