I'll never understand why people like this story. It's so messed up, and I still feel like it's OOC.
Oh hey! Random question: On FF, do you read white text on black backdrop or black text on a white backdrop? I find it easier with white on black but how do you guys read?
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When I woke from an exquisite dream about being Viscount Druitt's wife and in a cage, I wasn't particularly in a calm, sane state. I was tied up in thick rope and in the same kind of way when I had been kidnapped just a few days earlier. Ankle to thigh.
Gosh, this position is so uncomfortable and…suggestive. I really can't believe I let someone tie me up like this again!...Maybe I'm not as light a sleeper as I thought I was…
No, never mind that. Where am I? I can't see anything with this blindfold.
Great. Blindfolded and how they call it...Frog-tied? How can this get any worse? This is no good...This is really no good. How am I going to get out of this…? What if I get killed? I've hardly had any experience with physically defending myself. Or worse; what if I'm raped?
I wouldn't be able to bear through that!
W-When I do have those types of relations with someone one day, i-it should be special-
"Is she ready?" I heard, and my head immediately snapped in the direction of the new voice.
"Yes, sir." Another voice replied.
"Excellent."
My heart sped up. Were they talking about me?
"It's a real waste to give you up to these old perverts..But money is money, right?" It was the viscount's voice.
Money is money?
"And here is our last, most anticipated item," He began.
A new fear washed over me.
I was about to be sold, and neither Sebastian nor Ciel were there to save me.
I heard a ruffling of sheets, and chatter begin.
"Ah..I seem to have piqued the interest of even the toughest of customers." The viscount chanted rather happily. "She's a doll is she not? She's an innocent, fair maiden coming from the countryside to socialize during the Season."
"Oh dear, Viscount. Haven't you ruined the poor doll's fun?" A womanly voice spoke, amusement in her voice.
He laughed in return.
These people were so sick.
I hate this type of this thing…and yet I found myself tangled in this nasty business again.
"You may choose to keep her in the cage, or play with her as much as you wish. She could also be used for a ceremony, or even parts of her sold, all according to what the customer prefers."
All the things he'd just listed didn't sound very…appealing.
….But I suppose I have no choice. I couldn't save myself and neither could anyone else.
I felt the blindfold come off and, my fearful, gray eyes were revealed to the awed crowd.
I gulped.
"The starting bid is one thousand." The viscount spoke all too cheerfully.
Well this is it…
"Two-thousand!" An elderly man yelled whilst looking through opera glasses.
"Three-thousand!" A womanly voice, but still a bit elderly.
"Five thousand," I heard. A younger voice, but it's not as if it was better since he was in this business younger.
"Tch! How about six thousand?" The elderly man countered.
"I'll top all of you!" The woman countered. "Eight thousand!"
Jeez, that's a lot of money for some as worthless as I. But I suppose that's what rich people do when they have money. Soon enough, the bidding finished at twelve thousand; which I believe was too high an amount for a sickly, scrawny woman like me."Ha! I win, you old hag!" The elderly man spoke, a smile on his face. He started approaching this stage I sat on, and I felt much panic with every step he took.
"Congratulations," The viscount spoke, beaming. As I watched in horror as he ascended the stage, I felt the ropes previously restraining me fall around me. I watched as the viscount whispered something into the man's ear. Soon enough, the cage was unlocked and the man who now 'owned' me gave a hearty laugh. "You're mine now," He declared, grabbing me roughly by the arm. He dragged me roughly from out of the cage. I noticed he was muttering under his breath, and to my misfortune, his breath smelled of beer. It worried me even further.
"We'll need to get you a bath soon; you probably reek of the Viscount. From now on, I'll be to only man to touch you." He cooed 'lovingly' at me. The fact that he was old, ugly, and reeked of beer reminded me of old painful memories.
He touched me rather suggestively on my backside, grinning ear to ear as he examined my body. We revealed those disgusting golden and silver teeth to me, I decided I wasn't going to keep my cool and let this happen.
I wasn't going to go through this again.
"Don't touch me like that you perverted brute!" I shrieked, slapping the old man hard in the face. I jumped to my feet, covering my body as if I was naked.
He fell back, caressing his cheek in pain."You bitch!" He yelled angrily. "Restrain her!" I felt a familiar fabric wrap around my nose and mouth and panicked.
"My, my…" I heard. My eyes widened at the voice. "You've certainly gotten yourself into a sticky situation."
It was Sebastian.
"I never knew you had it in you to snap at someone like that, considering your soft-spoken nature." He teased. I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smirking.
So he saw?
I felt a pang of anger run through me.
He saw and yet he didn't come to my rescue earlier?
"I was told to retrieve her before it became any later. I apologize on her behalf for the trouble she's caused you." The room began to smell of the sweet scent from earlier, which prompted me to feel lightheaded once more.
"We'll be off now. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
He scooped me up into his arms, and jumped out of the window.
Out through a window was quite unexpected though.
"S-Sebastian! What are you doing?" I tried to yell, but it was a bit muffled. I wrapped an arm around his neck tightly as I looked to ground far beneath us.
"I hope you weren't expecting to walk out through the front door." He spoke.
Well a door would've been nice.
We landed on a rooftop, where he brought his face rather close to mine. I removed the cloth that had been tied around my mouth and eyed him angrily. "What if you had fallen instead of gracefully landing-?" "Hush," he cooed, eyeing something in the distance.
I furrowed my brows at him, while trying to prevent myself from blushing.
"Seb-AH!" He jumped from the rooftop, and onto the cobble-stoned ground.
"That's really dangerous!" I yelled, glaring fiercely at him. "But I didn't fall and gracefully landed." He countered, smirking.
I deepened my glare, and tried to make myself look less embarrassed. It felt impossible though.
"You were late!"
"Late?" He questioned.
"Why didn't you save me from that earlier? You let me be sold!"
"The important thing is that you were retrieved, correct? Everything is going according to schedule so it is fine."
What schedule you buffoon?
"No, it's not fine! You stupid, stupid man!" I yelled, clenching fists. My fingernails were digging into the palms of my hands. "You were late! I could be dead, or ridding off on a carriage somewhere all tied up!"
I slowly unclenched my fists.
"I-I could be going down to live in a basement, with rats. Being a toy to whomever bought me…I could've been raped or being tortured-!"
He gave me a questioning look, and I realized I had rambled on.
I turned stubbornly away from him, crossing my arms.
Damn it.
Damn it!
"Forget what I just said and let's go home." I barked.
He did so in silence.
'She may turn out to be an interesting woman after all.' Sebastian mused, as he assisted her into the carriage. A few of her characteristics reminded him of his young master. As he shut the door, he smiled wildly, his eyes glowing with their unnatural demonic color.
'Maybe even a good meal.'
I came back with OOCness and drama :D
And I think I brought Midori back as a Mary-sue.
Which isn't good. =/
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