Ciel stared nervously at the door in front of him. It was an elegant and wide door. It was painted chocolate brown; it had intricate and beautiful design carved into it. It was truly beautiful. However, no matter how beautiful it was, to Ciel it was the door to Hell.

"Come on, young master, come inside. There's nothing to be afraid of," Sebastian taunted.

Ciel clenched his fists and said in a clearly irritated tone, "No."

"Young master, this is important. Please come in, I'm giving you two choices now: either you come in, or I make you come in against your will."

Ciel stared at the door. He clenched his fists tighter. His knuckles were white. He frowned and thought, 'Bastard, he's not giving me any fair choices! If I choose either choice, he still wins. It isn't fair!'

He stood there for a moment thinking, then, a wicked plan formed in his head: 'I'll stand here and not go inside. Maybe if I concentrate really hard, I may still be able to control myself.'

He smirked and stood rooted to the ground.

"I'm waiting," he heard Sebastian say.

Ciel crossed his arms and sat down.

"Well, young master, you are quite stubborn. You leave me no choice. Get inside the ballroom and we'll dance." Sebastian said.

Ciel instantly felt his legs move, trying to get up. Ciel immediately, with all his might, tried to resist his legs. He used his hands and pushed his legs down. His legs stopped moving for awhile. Ciel smirked in victory.

Sebastian saw his smirk and said, "The round's not over yet."

"Well, I beg to differ." Ciel replied.

"Hmph," Sebastian said. "We'll see about that."

And with that, Sebastian pointed at Ciel and said loudly," Dance with me."

Ciel's arm began to move and Ciel had no control of them. His legs started to move and soon he was walking in.

"What? What did you do? How could I resist the last time and not now?"

"Like I said, young master, a magician never reveals his secrets." Sebastian said and he placed a finger on his lips to emphasise his words.

Ciel was sick and tired of Sebastian's cocky attitude. He was fuming. Not to mention, Sebastian's smiling face, AKA taunting face, was not helping him at all.

"Sebastian, I order you to tell me. Why? Why could I resist at the first try but not the second time?"

"Ah, young master, I thought you would have figured it out soon. It is quite easy to understand. You are no fun indeed."

Ciel was not amused.

"The reason is simple: if one is under the demon dancing drug, then that person will be enthusiastic about dancing once they hear the word 'dance'. He can only stop dancing after five minutes. The effect is quite short though – the demon drug wears out only after one day. Also, the louder you say the word 'dance', the stronger the person's enthusiasm. The first time I said that word, it was quite soft, so you could resist it, but the second time was much louder so you couldn't resist it."

"So, Sebastian, you're saying that so long I hear the word 'dance', I will be enthusiastic about dancing?"

Sebastian nodded.

Ciel gave him a crooked smile. The kind which would suggest that the young Earl was planning something wicked. Which, obviously, he was.

"Come on, Sebastian, let's dance." Ciel grabbed Sebastian's hand and pulled him into the middle of the ballroom.

'This will be fun' Ciel thought.

So...what is Ciel's plan? Find out tomorrow!

Hehehehe...to tell you the truth, I'm kind of excited to write the next chapter. Buuuut, I'm too lazy, I'll write it tomorrow.