It's been so long~~ This was requested, so I decided to write it as soon as possible. If anyone else has a story to be updated, feel free to ask! I encourage it! This chapter is pretty morbid, so…review and enjoy!
He must have chocked me past the point of my limit as I wake up back in my cell. Alois is there. He watches me with worry. It seems he is scared that he might lose a good fuck if I were dead. He perks up when I reach over and smack his cheek. He takes it all in good stride, and I sneer at him in disgust while he tries to make me feel better with his hands. I promptly and forcibly kick him off me.
I sit up. My neck is sore, and it aches as I rotate it. That damn Sebastian will pay for this, and he will pay soon. We will meet today, and I will drive him back on the field we play on. He will be forced to become defensive as I attack him without mercy. As I withhold the information he desires to know the most. I may have lost consciousness, but it is he that lost his composure. He lost the battle yesterday.
The guards come a bit later with handcuffs ready for me, and I hold my wrists out with an air of pride. To me, the shiny metal is my crown. I am the king, and these people are my peasants that dress me. They are getting me ready to encounter the other king. The king that I intend to usurp everything he owns. I intend to drag him into insanity. He will no longer be on my level. No, he will be a jester, a fool that will live to entertain me. He will be mine.
Sebastian is already seated, but unlike all the previous times, he appears unsettled. His legs jostles up and down, and he is clicking his pen's top in a nervous manner. He should be nervous, but for some reason, a gut-feeling really, I am suspicious. He would never willingly display such weak indications of his thoughts and emotions through motion. No, something is off about his actions.
I sit down in my chair as the door shuts. Sebastian knit his eyebrows as if in deep-thought. My suspicions grow, and it increases when he stands up, walks over to me, and drops to his knees. I have no idea what he is doing and why, but I am determined to find out.
He lays his head on my lap, and he looks up at me. His permanent arrogant face is no longer there. Rather he wears a face of regret, of palpable humiliation, and when he finally speaks, his voice is not the strong baritone that it once was. No, the sound that passes his lips makes my heart skip a beat. The crack of his voice paints my cheeks red. The words that he says has my thoughts in a frenzy. Yes, I am thoroughly infuriated and repulsed by the new Sebastian.
"Forgive me, Ciel. I'm sorry for what happened. I lost my mind. Please, don't tell anyone. I can't lose my job. I can't." His face crumples as if just the thought of being unemployed is a fate full of intangible sorrow. My grimace deepens when he hugs my legs and presses his face in my thighs. "I'll do anything, Ciel! Just please keep it to yourself."
"You think this pathetic acting of yours is fooling me? Get up." I command. He tenses and then relaxes with an ominous grin. A grin that could put a Cheshire cat to shame.
He stands to his full height, and his stature of confidence returns as if it was never gone in the first place. His hand reaches to me, and I flinch, thinking that he will slap me. He doesn't. Instead, he runs his fingers gently across my cheek. His thumb skims my nose until it lands on my right eye.
"Did you think I would grovel at your feet? Did you think I would beg you to tell me about my brother? Hmm?" He puts a little bit a pressure on my eye. It is not enough to hurt, but I squirm in uneasiness. "What did you think when coming here, Ciel? That you've won?" He laughs. The pressure strengths. I grunt in pain. "That you've beat me?" I cry out as I feel his nail dig into my eye-socket. "You know, Ciel, people like you love to inflect pain. How does it feel to experience it?" More pressure. I scream. "You love games, don't you? Let's play one right now." He lifts his thumb, but my eye remains closed. It hurts. "Truth or dare."
"What?" I whisper in confusion. His thumb makes contact with my eye again in an instant.
"You heard me, Ciel. Truth or Dare?" I stifle a whimper as he starts to press his thumb a bit harder against me. "Let me make it easier: For truth, you will tell me who is with my brother, and we can transition back into patient and doctor. For dare, I will take the sight of your right eye. That way, we are both semi-blind to each other's move. It is your choice…But I would choose fast." Despite the unbearable pain, I keep to my character. I remain true to myself.
With my good eye, I lock my gaze with his. I then spit in his face. The smile he gives me sends chills down my spine, but it is not the chills that has my back caving in. It is the excruciating agony that is radiating from my eye. Like I remained true to myself, he kept his word. I feel the blood run down my cheek, but it could also be tears.
I think he removes his thumb from me. I am not sure. I can't concentrate on anything but the pain. The never ending pain. My screams drown out any other sound, so it comes as a surprise when multiple hands grab my shoulders and pull me up from the chair. I writher in pain, but they, the guards, won't let go. With my left eye, I see Sebastian in a panic. He is gesturing to me, and I hear bits of his explanation through my yells. He says I did this to myself. That I had a psychotic break. That he tried to stop me, but I took him by surprise. Even I must admit that he is convincing because the guards make no attempt to imprison Sebastian. No, they believe him.
I vocalize otherwise as they drag me out of the room. "Stop! He did it! You fucking shitheads! He did it! He's lying. He's lying!" I peer over my shoulder. My lone eye zooms in on Sebastian. He wears an expression of distraught, but as he sees me, he gifts me with that smile again. He then waves good-naturally.
I growl in fury. "Liar! Liar! He's a liar!"
Just like I thought, my accusations go unheard. It seems the devil can always manage to fool everyone that he doesn't exist. But I will expose him. I will win.