TRIGGER WARNING: POSSIBLY INTENSE TORTURE FOR SOME READERS. PLEASE SKIP UNTIL YOU SEE "END OF TRIGGER WARNING" IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SUCH MATERIAL.


-Sebastian's POV-

Being subdued so easily was beyond humiliating. No matter how hard I tried, there was nothing I could do to break the man's hold on me. Cerelia had long since been silenced with a gag, her questions and demands remaining unanswered. Instead, her eyes regarded my in worry and confliction. I suppose that was to be expected. She'd thought I was human all this time.

"M~~~~~~, if you could be so kind as to stop resisting and cease resisting from now on. It'd be much appreciated." That cursed gray twig hummed in my ear, once more using my name. It sickened me to hear it so many times from his mouth. It fell casually and flatly as though it were to be used in common conversation. As if it bore no weight at all when in truth it was quite the opposite.

Though my blood boiled and I glared at him, I let my will to resist slip away, leaving myself feeling defenseless and weak.

"You'll pay for this," the low growl escaped from my throat, sinister promise in my voice. It wasn't considered resisting and I was still quite relaxed…physically.

"Hmm, if you say so, little one. Though I doubt you understand just who you'd be messing with." He taunted freely, his back towards me now.

"Oh? And just who are you? I find it rather rude you know my name and yet I don't even know yours." Even I could hear the impatience in my voice. My normally emotionless demeanor was still missing as I figured I hadn't quite recovered from what they'd used to drug me.

"Gale." His answer came simply, looking back me without turning around. "You can call me Gale Kaze and this is Dr. Von Hinklestein. Be a good boy and behave for him. Alright?"

He stepped aside to reveal a short and disgusting man in a lab coat. His stench burned my nose and stung my eyes. Despite his outwardly unappealing appearance, I couldn't help but feel threatened by the glint in his thin eyes. He looked hungry and for once, I wasn't the hunter. Cerelia's reaction to the man didn't help matters either. A look of fear had settling in her pained eyes, and her frame was feebly pressed back against the wall as if she wanted to be as far away from this person as physically possible.

I watched Gale whisper something to the man before moving to Cerelia and unlocking her chains, taking the beaten girl into his arms. He looked back at me, as if feeling the mistrust in my glare.
"Trust me when I say you'll thank me for taking her away," he explained, walking to the door and disappearing.

Now Hinklestein's entire attention was on me; not that he'd ever looked away to begin with. He stepped forward like a child moving to gawk at a candy store window, slowly and with awe in his eyes. A grubby hand reached out and cupped my cheek, sending unpleasant shivers down my spine and eliciting a warning growl vibrating in the back of my throat.

"My, I've never met one as beautiful as you quite yet. Certainly none of have been remotely ugly, but you…you're such a fine specimen." He muttered gleefully under his breath, tilting my head back a bit. "Now now, we're going to have a lot of fun together. Please, let me hear all your beautiful sounds. Speak, my precious. What is your name?"

If looks could kill, the man would be disintegrated on the floor. Nothing could describe how sickened by his touch and presence I felt. Much to my dismay, withholding information or refusing to answer a question counted as resistance, and I found myself answering before I could even think to stop; "Sebastian Michaelis."

"A handsome name for such a beauty. I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream, Sebastian." Hinklestein said, voice growing sinister. "One more question. Are you fallen?"

"...Yes."

I watched him move to a darker side of the dungeon with narrowed eyes, looking for an opening I could use to incapacitate him and escape. Breaking free wasn't resisting after all. I heard him deliberately snap on a pair of gloves slowly, making my eyebrows furrow a little. Creaking wheels rattled against the stone floor as he returned dragging a cart behind him. It was heavy with a multitude of items ranging from what appeared to be torture devices to unknown liquids. There was also a notebook and quill which appeared by used to collect data.

His gaze followed mine, a large grin curling the edges of his lips crookedly, "Yes, we're going to have a lot of fun. Don't you fret now."

His hands sifted through the various instruments before they closed around what looked to be some strange metal contraption. Apprehension coiled and twisted in my abdomen, urging me to press back against the wall, however I doubted this human had anything that could actually do much harm. I didn't care what kind of torture humans had come up with. It never affected me in the first place, but something did feel very wrong with all of this. After all, they'd already proven they could drug me.

A gloved hand pried my jaw open, slipping the metal into my mouth. He held my mouth open with one hand until the metal pressed uncomfortably behind my front set of teeth, forbidding me to close my mouth. His now free hand pushed my lips back, inspecting the pointed white teeth beneath it and occasionally pressing a soft pad against pointed canines or molars. I wanted to draw away from him, put up some sore of fight or voice my discomfort, but all would have been seen as resisting or giving him what he wanted. He reached back on his tray again, pulling up a set of pliers that sent a jolt through me. Closing my eyes didn't help as I felt the cold iron close around one of my canines and testingly pulled back and forth. A quick pull and surprised cry of pain later and I saw a large portion of my canine clamped tightly in the prongs of his metal tongs. My tongue experimentally crept up to the spot the canine had previously resided, pressing against the soft, spongy hole gingerly. The metallic taste of my own blood seeped throughout my mouth, the flow increasing when my tongue had found the edge of the tooth that hadn't been removed. The air assaulted the newly exposed hole in my mouth, making it far more uncomfortable than it'd been before.

"Now now, hold still. I don't have the entire tooth yet." He chastised, coming towards me again, this time with a small knife and a smaller set of pliers.

My hands clenched into tight fists, nails digging deep into my palms despite the gloves that feebly tried to separate the sharp points from the meat. Blood filled my mouth in no time at all as he tore and cut at the gum in search of the root that I was sure had broken into pieces. The bone pressed sharply into my jaw while also cutting into the gums. It was as if it were trying to escape the pliers that sought it out by burrowing deeper than it could go. I tried vainly to turn my head away from, no longer able to hold back the cries of pain that I'd so desperately been trying to choke down. Holding it back was much harder to do with my jaw propped open like this.

"Enough! You were told not to resist, remember?" Hinklestein snapped, purposefully jabbing the knife deep into the gum he was working at, earning a short scream and a jolt that rippled through my body in reply. "Now, are you going to behave?"

As he spoke, he twisted and dug the knife into the already inflamed hole, drawing out short cries and whimpers. He only removed it to allow me a short time to nod or shake my head before he returned to his work of removing the pieces of bone still left behind. He yanked them out piece by piece, making sure to wave the last one in front of eyes so I could see before it joined the others in a little plastic dish.

"Your recovery time is as impressive as your teeth. You must have a strong bond with your contract. So many pointed teeth…I wonder how you eat." Hinklestein hummed, writing something down in the notebook that I couldn't see.

He clacked a new instrument against my teeth, sometimes much hard than before. I couldn't figure out what he was doing through this until the tapping instrument drove itself deep into the gum lining of each tooth until it struck the root. He then proceeded to yank out and drive it in again at a higher place, as if he were searching for the top. A rush of blood from these stabbings left me choking on the crimson liquid and unable to make a sound other than the hacking gurgling. This process continued with each tooth…twice. Once on the outer gum line, once on the inner lining. The pain was sharp an inconsistent, but more tolerable compared to the digging and prying he'd done earlier.

"You bled quite a bit," He teased in lighthearted amusement after he'd finished writing down in his notebook once more. "We wouldn't want you to get an infection now though would we?"

If my mouth had been sore before, it burned now as Hinklestein rubbed salt into the still healing holes he'd created. A small whine escaped as the rough crystals dug into the wounds, seeming to tear them apart more than before. I couldn't help jerking my head back when he pressed more salt into the torn up gap where my canine had resided. The rest of my body stiffly writhed in discomfort and agitation.

"Easy now," He soothed, putting his free, unwelcomed hand on my cheek. "There, there…good boy."

Hatred for this human started to simmer more furiously in the back of my mind as he spoke to me like I were some animal, even going so far as to pat my cheek before removing both hands. I tossed my head a bit, trying to rid myself of the metal holding it open until the firm hand gripped my chin once more. I didn't think it counted as resistance considering he'd never given me an order to keep it in.

"Be still." The short command was shortly followed with a firm hand pressing my chin back. The action drew my attention away from the piece in my mouth to the sound of something bubbling behind him. Furrowing my eyebrows, I wondered how he'd gotten what sounded like water to boil so quickly...or rather where he'd gotten the equipment to boil anything down here.

"You look a little thirsty," Hinklestein mocked. "How about something to drink?"

He stood to one side of me, a hand tangling itself into my hair and yanking my head back while the other grabbed onto the handle of a rather large kettle and lifted it over my head. He tipped it over and the scalding water cascaded down into my propped open mouth, hissing and burning everything it touched. It didn't take me long at all to realize what was burning me from the inside out was holy water. The hot water burned its way down my throat, into my stomach and when no more could fit their, my drowning screams allowed it access to my lungs. I writhed and jerked violently against the wall in agony. Each cry was excruciating, but it was impossible to remain silent through such pain. Even my eyes stung and watered from the scent of burning flesh and a bit of spray thanks to any spluttering coughs made it through the downpour.

"Something in your eyes?" Hinklestein asked innocently, finally tilting the kettle back up. I took the time to cough out whatever was in my mouth, ignoring that it would still cut trails down the sides of my face and drip down my neck.

I heard him put down the large kettle before his hand returned to finally remove the contraption that held my mouth open. The relief was nearly instant as the air no longer assaulted the tender flesh, however it didn't last long as I felt a horrid twist in my stomach. Despite the burns, I felt my mouth begin to water and my newly freed jaw trembled, causing my sore teeth to clack against each other. I tried to struggle or notify him in some way what was about to happen, but he paid no heed.

"Let's wash that eyes out for you, yes?" He hummed, earning a look of surprised horror on my end. "Oh hush, I'm not going to blind you. I swear it's not holy water."

If that was meant to comfort me in any way, it didn't work. I tried to clench my eyes shut or turn my head away from him while he retrieved a smaller kettle, but not only did his free hand hold my eye open, but the order from Gale kept my head still, making escape impossible. Still the twisting in my gut persisted, somehow making my eye problem seem a little less pressing. This changed however once the kettle tipped. The water hissed and sizzled as it struck my right eye, slowly dragging a scream from my burnt throat that I tried my best to swallow back. I grit my teeth as the water seemed endless. My eye tried to fight back, watering furiously at the onslaught, but it was no use. I couldn't even blink.

My struggle to hold back my sounds of pain soon became a struggle to keep what was in my stomach down for just a little longer. It seemed to bubble up the scorched walls of my esophagus and slam furiously at feebly closed doors preventing it from leaving my system.

"s-stop..." I barely manged to say before I couldn't hold it back any longer.

I was thankful he'd withdrawn himself from me in confusion when I spoke for it allowed me to bend forward as I violently heaved contents of my stomach onto the stone floor at my feet. At first, it was just the now cooled holy water mixed with blood, but it transitioned to bile rather quickly which managed to leave scorch marks on the stones. Rough coughs wracked my entire frame, the simple movements pushing me to dry heave. Even what had gotten into my lungs seemed to be pushed out with each cough.

I hung almost limply from the chains after the ordeal seemed to have passed, still trembling slightly. I panted heavily, eyes closed as I tried to recollect my composure. It'd been years since I'd even gotten close to being ill, but now I felt beyond dreadful.

"What's the matter, already worn out?" Hinklestein asked, moving across the room to a crank. "That's a pity…hmm, maybe this'll wake you up a touch."

The sound of rotating gears and shifting chains filled the room and in moments I found my arms being twisted so they made an X above my head. Leaving the crank, Hinklestein returned to stand before me, taking hold of my sides and flipping me around so my chest pressed against the stone wall. I growled hoarsely at the movement, a bit more nervous now that I couldn't see what he was doing.

A shudder of disgust rippled down my spine as his hands ran along my back, caressing the muscles or pressing along the vertebrate as if I were a horse to be sold. I didn't even try to turn my head to see what he was up to. The cool stone felt wonderful as I pressed my eye to it and I still felt drained from throwing up. I wondered if the burns would ever heal completely. Holy water was nothing to scoff at even for a demon of my caliber.

My internal musings were interrupted by an unexpected pinch on my spine, eliciting a short gasp. I tensed up and arched my back against the sharp stinging, only now trying to turn my head so I could see what he was up to with my good eye.

"Hold still, I don't want to sever any nerves." That repulsive voice chimed hideously, another jolt running through my spine as the object was removed. "You're providing me with so much data. You deserve a just reward, but first, let's see those pretty wings of yours."


END OF TRIGGER WARNING


-no one's POV-

The screaming from the basement had become background noise to the entire manor, most choosing to ignore it over all, others listening eagerly for signs that the one screaming was going to break. There were a select few that chose to retreat to the opposite end of the building in hopes of blocking it out, but much to their dismay the pained cries of a demon aren't so easily blocked out.

"Sir, do you think it was wise to leave him alone with the demon? You know how he can get…" Derek questioned Gale, sitting back on a couch, large white wings laying on either side of him. He glanced at the door upon a particularly sharp cry, though he appeared unimpressed. "Sounds like he's getting a little rough."

"While the doctor can get a bit...over the top with things. I think he does know when to stop to avoid killing his subjects." Gale answered, his hand gripping his glass roughly despite his calm demeanor. "I don't care what he does to the demon, but Cerel did seem rather concerned about him."

His grey eyes narrowed, "I can't have her flying off. It would ruin much more than just our plans. You understand, don't you Derek?"

"Of course. I'm not going to loose her again…" The angel rose from his seat and stretched his wings out behind him a bit before drawing them close to his back. "What do you want me to do?"

"Break it up for a bit. I want to speak to the Doctor, after I visit my little rose."

"Yes, sir,"


-Cerelia's POV-

A cool hand on my forehead pleasantly pulled me from the darkness of unconsciousness. Unfortunately though, it did nothing to dull the dull, throbbing pain I was in. I did have to admit to feeling much better than before I'd passed out. Maybe it was the fluffy bed I was laying on.

Gingerly, I blinked open my eyes, trying to focus on the owner of the hand. A groggy haze clouded my mind and made it difficult to make the figure out. It did, however, look like someone I knew very well.

"S-Sebastian?" I tried at first, though instinctively I knew it wasn't him. Sebastian gave off a different aura. It was sinister and chilling, but, at the same time, warm and safe. I liked it a lot.

This man felt different. Still warm and safe, but somehow...floaty. He felt really floaty.

"I'm sorry, but no," his wispy voice glided to my ears. "It's me, Gale. Don't you remember?"

"Gale?" The name felt familiar on my tongue, much like a dessert you've had a million times over as a child, but then you don't eat it again until you're old.

"Yes, that's it my little rose," he encouraged, gray eyes smiling kindly down at me.

Much like the start of a rainstorm, my memory started to piece itself together slowly, with tiny droplets and tidbits before it escalated into a full on downpour, many of the pieces flashing before me without giving much time to process them all at all. The explosion, the kidnapping, being sold, rescued, then kidnapped again. Just relax, breathe. You're safe now. The tests, the pain, being saved again only to be trained to mindlessly kill. Just relax, breathe. You're safe now. Acquire the target, locate the target, eliminate the target, report back home. Just relax, breathe. You're safe now. Acquire the target, locate the target, eliminate the target, report back home. Just relax, breathe. You're safe now.

As my memories returned, my wounds began to heal. Bone pulled back together and mended themselves, flesh drew back in and sewed itself in place. Newly awakened blood pulsed through my veins, rushing throughout my body and encouraging the healing process.

All the while, Gale watched on, smiling softly to himself. Finally, his rose was blooming once more.

"G-Gale?" I tried again, blinking up at him before I threw my arms around his neck. "Gale!"

"Cerel, you remember," He hummed, wrapping his arms carefully underneath the girl's shoulder-blades where large wings had unraveled from the moment she got up.

We remained still for awhile, I would occasionally nuzzle into Gale's neck gently or tighten my grip around him ever so slightly. There came no protests from his side however as he moved one arm from supporting my waste up so his hand could pet the back of my head soothingly, his fingers massaging themselves into the dark strands of my hair. It was nearly picture perfect, both sides releasing contented sighs.

A loud scream from somewhere else in the manor startled me from the momentary sense of peace. That sounded like...Sebastian.

"Wait..." I drew back from him slowly, looking around as if trying to locate the sound. "What was that?"

"Nothing at all, my little rose. Probably just an aggravated crow." Gale hummed, standing up and ruffling my hair as though I were a child. "Please, stay here and rest. I'll go check on it."

"...Alright."

Like Hell.

I waited until he'd gone to stand up and slip from the once beautiful dress into the slim, leather outfit similar to the one I'd worn the day I went to assassinate Ciel that waited for me at the foot of the bed. Drawing on my gloves and donning my boots, I had one thing on my mind. I had to get Sebastian out of here. It had been awhile since I'd heard a sound from him, which, with Hinklestein, was very unnerving.

"Hang in there Michaelis..." I muttered quietly to myself, finally ready to leave the room.


Lunara: Well that was fun. I really enjoyed a writing a lot of that only because I got to research torture methods and ask my mom the effects of things. NOT BECAUSE I SUPPORT/LIKE TORTURING PEOPLE. ((just thought I'd make that clear))

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