VERY BIG TRIGGER WARNING; This chapter contains lots of GORE and TORTURE THEMED ELEMENTS. If you are sensitive to those things, I STRONGLY ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ IT. You will still be able to follow the story if you choose not to read this chapter, but it's for the horror of this fic because this fic is not entirely full of roses and rainbows XD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

The path into the town was dark and dreary as ciel pulled his sleeves down and bit his lip. He could hear footsteps throughout the otherwise abandoned streets which only made him more and more worried. He had a hunch it was Sebastian... but what if he was wrong? Ciel paused as a figure cloaked in black snuck its way into a building, and Ciel narrowed his eyes as he looked around and quickly scampered after. The building was dark and murky with it's broken floors and moss filled windows. This place was most likely abandoned... or if someone did live here, they were down right crazy.

Ciel heard a thud, and felt his nerves freeze as he shook with a chill. His thin body easily slide past fallen pieces of wood, and his feet swiftly avoided any shard of glass which could slit his foot. He made his way into a room, and sighed as his arms flopped to his sides. The person was gone, and Ciel was now left in this freaky home. He rolled his eyes and stepped forward... but as his foot landed on the ground, the wood snapped and he fell through the floor with a gasp. He couldn't scream as he clawed the walls around him to try and get out; yet he still fell. It took him seconds before he dropped to the floor. Dirt and mud stained his clothes and cheeks as he coughed with a small wheeze. Why was that fall so long?

Weakly, he stood up and tried to dust himself off as best as possible as his blue eyes scanned all around him. His eyes stopped at a door which seemed to glow with orange in an outline. "You're kidding," He whispered as he slowly stepped towards the door with worry flushing through his nerves. This was a bad idea. He should turn back now... But he was ignorant, even to himself. So he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. He stepped into the next room, and the door shut behind him with a thud. Ciel jumped and looked back before focusing on what was in front of him. It was a fairly large room with sharp, curved tools hanging on the wall. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, and tables with smaller tools. The room had fire all along it, causing an orange glow as closets were lined up against the wall.

Ciel nearly puked from the putrid smell in the room, and confusion laced him. The floor was rock, unlike the rest of the house. How come this place was so... updated? Holding back his gagging, Ciel walked forward to a chair in the middle of the room as he walked around it in a circle. He stopped at the table of tools, and picked a few up. One was sharpened to a point, the other was a razor, and another was like a circle of small knives. He wondered what they were called, as he had never seen such objects before. But what he saw next made him stop. There was a pile of teeth.

His face twisted in disgust and confusion as he bent closer. The small bones were blackened, but flesh hung and dripped from their roots. Ciel then looked back at the chair and saw restraints for the wrist and feet, and he instantly fell back with a yelp. Now it made sense. The tools... the abandoned house... it all connected. Slowly, he lifted his hand from the mucky ground, and saw his fingers and palm were now stained a deep red. Blood. "Oh my god..." Ciel's eyes widened in horror as he scrambled to his feet. He followed someone into a torture chamber.

The boy quickly scrambled to his feet, just about to make a dash to the door... but he was too late. He heard someone walking towards it. His eyes widened as his voice was caught in his mouth. Oh god, what should he do! Thinking quick, ciel ran to a closet and flung the doors open before diving to the bottom. He shut the doors and panted as tears filled his eyes. If he was caught, what would he do? Certainly be tortured, that's for sure. He didn't want to die this way! But his heart stopped as he heard the door slam. The faintest of whimpers left him as he began to shake. He was freezing as anxiety flooded into him.

What if he was caught? What if the person heard him? What if he could never leave?

His jaw shook and he frantically tried to stop the chattering as tears fell from his eyes. Silently, he pushed himself to the doors where his eye peaked out the crack. He made out the figure of a man with another one. But the second man seemed limp and intoxicated as he was placed into the chair and strapped down. The mans fingers twitched as he slowly came to, and ciel watched in horror as the standing male grabbed a long prong looking tool. Gruffly, he took the drowsy mans jaw in his hands, and ciel heard a loud pop, followed by a scream. It made the smaller male shake as he began to loose his steady breathing pattern.

A small tune was hummed throughout the room, and ciel narrowed his eyes. He heard of that song before... It was a children's tune. But oh, what was it's name? He hadn't heard it in what seemed like ages... But the humming got lower and lower, and Ciel heard a loud tear. He jumped as the man held up the prongs, and a single tooth was dripping with blood. Why couldn't the man turn around! All he saw was his back... and his black hair. No, no it couldn't possibly be!-

Ciel heard the sloshing of blood that flicked across the room, and the piercing screams of that poor soul being held down. His body shook violently, and Ciel couldn't even imagine that pain over and over and over again. Not to mention, with a broken jaw. Who was strong enough to break a jaw with their mere hands?

The humming continued.

Another tear, another scream, and the sound of crying and the gargling of blood in a throat. Ciel was petrified. He couldn't look away, but he prayed to god that he could. To plug his hears and stop the horrid sounds. He slowly stood up in the closet, and felt vomit coming up in his throat. Skin was peeled from the man, turning to ribbons which floated to the floor. "Beautiful... simply delectable..." The mans voice cooed darkly as he unstrapped one of the others wrists. He cackled and yanked himself back as the other males shoulder popped from its place. "Oh that wont do..." the man grabbed his blade and kneeled, "lets tear some pretty muscle..." he muttered before the childs tune was hummed once more; accompanied with the sound of peeling and slushing. Was there also a sound of... drinking? The blue eyes filled with tears widened as he realized this lunatic wasnt just torturing. He was eating the bodies and lapping up the blood in slurps and gulps. Ciel took a step back, but instantly stopped as something bumped into him.

He wasn't alone... was he?

The small lad turned, and his dirtied face looked up in pure horror as a cry left him.

Bodies hung, decaying and skinned as their empty eye sockets stared at ciel. He instantly covered his mouth as he realized what loud of a sound he made... but it was too late. The man held up his saw, and his head turned towards the closet as blood was splattered to his face. He grinned, and his tongue slid out to lick at the bitter droplets. All was silent besides the humming that continued... And ciel shook as he peaked back out the crack. But instead of seeing a grotesque display, he saw another eye.

Staring right back at him.