"This is humiliating." The first words out of my mouth when I stepped in front of the mirror. Once more, I had to dress up like a woman to make ourselves look believable enough to get into a place. Instead of the formal dress that I had worn last time, Sebastian had found one similar that he had ripped the bottom to shreds to make it 'appear that I had struggled'. The teal color definitely didn't suit what I had wanted to wear (believe it or not) but Sebastian had told me I wouldn't be wearing it for long if what he thought they were going to do was right.

"Your pride has suffered worse, I'm sure." Sebastian said lightly, combing through the extensions he had snapped to the roots of my hair painfully. "Since wearing a hat isn't the most logical explanation of covering the covenant, I would like permission to apply makeup to the area to make it appear as if it's become swollen, so you can close it."

"I'm not wearing makeup!" I protested, but Sebastian began to explain.

"It's either that, or you'll have to allow me to do it realistically. And I would like to not have to hurt you more than you've already suffered." I crossed my arms, but I disliked that option more than the first one.

"Fine." I tried to ignore the smirking smile that shown at me through the mirror.

"Wonderful. We'll leave soon."

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Vera Street matched the rest of its surroundings well. Just like the rest of the street, it looked old, run down, and generally just abandoned. But I knew, and Sebastian knew, exactly what was going on. Well, close enough to it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sebastian asked.

"Having second thoughts?" I retorted. "That isn't like you, backing out."

"I don't particularly like putting you into danger, contrary to popular belief." Sebastian said, and I sensed a hint of agitation.

"If you believe so." I shrugged slightly. "Now, do you actually have a plan?"

"What kind of butler would I be if I didn't have one?" Sebastian asked me, and I rolled my eyes gently. "We'll go in, see what it's about, kill the Bek and save the women."

"And what if Mey Rin isn't in here?" I asked, looking up at him from watching the building. "Or what if she's dead?"

"Then so be it." Sebastian said lightly. His eyes looked down at me, catching my gaze before I looked back at Vera Street. I nodded slightly, and I held out my arm.

"Well. Here goes nothing, I suppose." I sighed softly, and when I felt Sebastian begin to pull me to the building, I fought against him. His grip on my arm was surprisingly real, and it was easy for me to get into character. Soon I forgot that I was Ciel Phantomhive, and rather I was a girl plucked from the street and I had no idea why I was here.

Sebastian probably saw someone through the window, and instead of dragging me, hoisted me up over his shoulder. I drummed my fists against his back, kicking my legs, repeating the same phrase of, 'Let go!' and 'Put me down!' I heard the small jingle of the customer bell, and saw the dusty bar floor and the glass door in my sight. People were talking quietly, and it was dark to my human eyes. I tried to be as observatory as possible to recall details at a later date.

It all became realistic as Sebastian flipped me back over, not very gentle as I landed on my back on a table. I forced myself not to cling to Sebastian for comfort, as I felt cold hands forced my own arms behind my back and tie some sort of burlap-feeling material around my slender wrists. This was it; I was rendered completely defenseless.

"Age?" I heard a Bek ask Sebastian. Calmly he told them I was twelve, and my name was Sabina. I could work with that, I guess. "Which covenant?"

"Vivat resistentiam." I heard Sebastian say darkly, and I was hoisted up as the Bek chuckled.

"Ah. Vivat resistentiam, my friend." He said in return, throwing me over his shoulder. I caught a glimpse of Sebastian as I was taken away. For a moment, I believed I was actually being given away and that it wasn't by a plan, from the way Sebastian looked at me.

The downstairs of the bar was much like the previous one, from what the two had described, with hallways labeled with Latin words. I picked out ones like "white" and "black", and I really didn't know what that meant in regards to sorting. I was carried down the 'white' hallway, and was stripped to only the bare undergarments before I was pushed with the others. The air was sticky and humid, and it smelled something awful, like something died.

I looked at the women that were there, most of which were more bare than I was. But I didn't see Mey Rin. Of course not, that would be too easy.

I sat in that humid and god-awful smelling room for longer than I would have cared to admit. Girls were brought in and out of the area, but none that were brought were Mey Rin. I began to doubt my own intuition that she was here as time passed on. But it wasn't long after my doubts began that she was brought in.

She wasn't completely nude, only her top half, but she looked like she had taken quite a beating. Honestly, it disgusted me that someone would hurt a woman in such a way. It really did. Nonetheless, she sat down across the room from where I sat, arms crossed over her chest. I crawled over to her as to not make noise, and I leaned close to her face.

"Young master-" she began, recognizing my face. I shook my head, holding a finger up to her busted lip.

"Shh. Be quiet. Sebastian will be here soon." I whispered.

"You came for me." She whispered back, glancing at the other girls before she looked at me.

"Of course I did." I furrowed my eyebrows a little bit. Why wouldn't have I come for her?

"Where are Bard and Finni? Are they alright?" She began to ask, but I nodded and held up my finger again.

"You have to be quiet." I repeated, shifting to sit down next to her. Mey Rin nodded slightly, watching me before she looked ahead. I hoped Sebastian would be here soon.

((AN: Sorry for the really late update!))