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A/N: Fondest greetings to you all! Thanks once more for the reviews and encouragment! Only two more weeks of school for me! Yes! Now back to the story!

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"Ciel? Ciel, wake up," a voice whispered in his ear.

When he didn't move, someone started to shake his shoulder. He groaned loudly and opened his eyes. It was, of course, Sebastian, who was looking at him curiously.

"Sebastian? It's the middle of the night. Shouldn't you be resting?" he asked, only half-awake.

"Little brother, you were muttering something in your sleep," Sebastian informed him. "I thought that you might be having a bad dream. Were you?"

"No, it was actually quite pleasant," he replied, angry at his brother for waking him from such a dream. He hadn't felt that happy in years!

"Oh? What was it about?" the older demon asked with a small smile. "Come now, you never tell me what you dream about. Was it one of your memories?"

Ciel stiffened and buried his face in his pillow. "It was nothing important," he murmured. Oh, why did Sebastian have to ask him this? He wasn't going to like the answer...

Sebastian frowned and prodded his stubborn sibling in the shoulder. "Ciel, tell me," he demanded.

Ciel forced himself to groan pitifully and snuggled into the silk sheets. Sebastian sighed and wrapped his arms around the boy in a vice-like grip. Really, the child was beginning to take too many liberties. Perhaps he needed to be taught another lesson.

"Fine, go back to sleep for now," he said in a dead calm voice. "But I'm not dropping this. I expect to hear all about this little dream of yours first thing tomorrow."

Ciel repressed a shudder. He tried to force himself back to sleep, but found he could not. He was already dreading the morning.

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Ciel yawned into his hand as Sebastian finished combing his hair. It seemed as soon as he had been able to fall asleep again, the older demon had told him it was time to get up. He was seriously hoping that Sebastian had forgotten the events of last night. His chances were looking good since it was almost his brother's time of departure and he had not brought it up yet.

But he should have known by now that Sebastian was not one to be underestimated. As usual, Sebastian handed him a vialed soul to eat. This one was a bright green. The smell was both sweet and citrusy but there was something...off about it.

"This soul belonged to a thief who stole to feed his family. Unfortunately for him, nobody ever told him that two wrongs do not make a right. So he was arrested and publicly hanged, with his spouse and children looking on all the while," Sebastian informed him. "Now, hurry up and eat."

Ciel was a bit reluctant to ingest this soul, but he knew that his brother would become angry if he didn't. So he quickly tilted his head back and swallowed it all at once, noticing Sebastian smirking dangerously out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, there was definetly something off about that otherwise delicious soul. He was starting to get a weird feeling in his stomach. He suddenly stumbled as his head became dizzy.

Sebastian caught him and carried him to the table in the center of the room. He sat Ciel down in a chair and then sat himself opposite him. He then reached forward and grasped the boy's hands tightly. "Now Ciel, I believe you had a dream to tell me about. It was obvious to me that you were trying to hide something from me last night, and I find that most unacceptable. And don't even bother trying to lie to me. I spiked that soul you just had with a truth syrome."

Ciel's eyes widened in shock. Why was Sebastian doing this? It was only a dream! Why did he care so much? It must be because I refused to tell him about it, he realized. Damn, why didn't I just tell him that I did dream about some memory?

"So, Ciel," Sebastian drawled "why did you not want to tell me your dream?"

"I thought it would make you angry," he replied automatically, his mouth moving of its own accord.

"Oh? And why is that?" his brother asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It was something you wouldn't want me to dream about," he replied, panic starting to rise in him.

"Ciel, what did you dream about?" Sebastian finally asked flat out.

"I dreamt that I was back home with Lizzie," he answered, wishing more than anything that this was not happening. "We were sitting in my garden and drinking tea. She was wearing this frilly dress that I had just bought her. We were discussing...wedding plans. She told me how much she loved me and that she never wanted me to leave. I said that I loved her too and that I wouldn't ever leave her for anything. She smiled and I smiled back. I felt so happy. The happiest I've felt since my parents died."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he was going to die or something close to it. He cast his eyes down to the table and waited for the worst to come. After a few silent moments, he quickly glanced up at his brother. The older demon was staring at him with a blank look on his face. But he could see anger starting to gather in Sebastian's eyes. eyes. Suddenly, he was tugged out of his chair and shoved so that he was kneeling at his brother's feet. He decided it was best to keep his eyes down.

"My, my, Ciel, I don't even know where to begin!" Sebastian exclaimed, laughing. But not a good natured laugh. It was the kind someone made when they were very angry. "It seems as though my baby brother isn't quite as happy here as I thought he was."

"Sebastian, please, it was only a dream!" he reasoned, still looking down. "There's no reason to get upset over it."

Sebastian roughly grabbed his chin and lifted his head up. Ciel could see nothing but anger and contempt in his eyes. Oh, why did this have to happen now? He needed Sebastian's trust more than ever at this point.

"You know, brother dear," Sebastian said angrily "they say that dreams are a projection of one's secret desires. And it's blatantly obvious that your secret desires are to be with that annoying girl. Better yet, getting married to that girl. And what's this? You still think of that mansion as "home"? I suppose you also wish that I was still your little butler to boss around, don't you?"

Ciel didn't reply and tried to turn his head. He was rewarded with a hard slap in the face. He fell to the floor only to be lifted up again by his hair. When he cried out, Sebastian only pulled harder.

"I'm right, aren't I?" he sneered. "It seems as though I've been spoiling you far too much. I think it's time that I showed you once and for all who is in charge here."

He grabbed the child's wrists tightly. So tightly that if he were still human, they would have snapped. He then lifted him so that Ciel was sitting on his arm and his head was over his shoulder. He quickly walked out the door and started to go downstairs.

"Sebastian, what are you doing?" Ciel demanded, futiley struggling against his brother's vice grip.

"You'll see," his brother replied in a pleasant voice.

Sebastian eventually reached a flight of stairs that seemed to go endlessly down. It took at least an hour to get to the bottom. Ciel was nervous to say the least. From his position, he couldn't see where they were headed. After they reached the bottom, they walked for another twenty minutes. If he hadn't been so apprehensive, he would have fallen asleep. Sebastian stopped in front of a bolted door and opened it with a snap of his fingers. He then turned Ciel around so that he could see what was in the room.

He nearly screamed. The room was giant, seeming to never end. It was full of cages stacked on top of other cages. They looked old and rusted and were covered with foul looking substances. But what was worse than the cages themselves were the people inside them. There seemed to be an equal mix of humans and demons. The humans were absolutely filthy and had a dead look in their eyes, a look he was very familiar with. They didn't even turn their heads to observe the new arrivals. The demons looked to be in the same condition as the humans, but some of them were whimpering and covering their eyes.

"They can't stand the light," Sebastian explained. "This room is kep in total darkness unless somebody comes in here. And that's only for a few brief moments."

"W-What is this place?" he asked, unable to keep the quiver out of his voice.

Sebastian smirked dangerously. "This is a place we take certain souls and prisoners. You see, there are some whose greatest fear is "nothing". These are the ones who would rather face eternal torment than be stuck in an empty void. Basically, we're torturing them with their worst fear. Now, where was that...oh, back there!"

He quickly took them about three miles into the room. They were now in an area with a few empty cages. Sebastian walked over to a small one. "This should do nicely," he said, still smirking.

"What are you doing?" Ciel panicked. He was getting a sick feeling in his gut.

Sebastian opened the cage and tossed him in, making sure it was then locked securely. "I'm teaching you a lesson, Ciel. Since this obviously has not gotten into your head yet, let me say it again. I am your king, and that means that you will obey my every whim, whether it be wearing clothing that I picked out for you or forgetting your previous life. Everything you have now is only what I wanted you to have. Now that I'm taking it away, perhaps you'll learn to appreciate me more." He then started to walk away.

"Sebastian, please, wait!" Ciel begged.

But then the lights went out, and he was left alone in total darkness.

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If there was one thing Ciel Phantomhive never thought would happen, it was that he would be locked in a cage again. And especially not by the same demon who rescued him before. How naive he had been, thinking that as long as Sebastian was by his side, this sort of thing would never occur. But Sebastian wasn't by his side anymore, was he? No, the demon had let his temper and jealousy get the best of him.

Had the demon forgotten what led up to their contract, or was that exactly why he had chosen this particular punishment? Maybe this was better than last time, for at least now he didn't have to see anything. No altars, no strange symbols, no blood, no dead-eyed children, no masked men and women doing unspeakable things to him... Had he ever told Sebastian what exactly transpired in that month? How he watched many other children be sacrificed on the altar? How those cult members beat him, whipped him, cut him, defiled him, all the while laughing at his pain? Well, the demon probably guessed. With the way he acted, it wouldn't have been hard to figure out.

He must have truly been spoiled to forget what exactly Sebastian was. Well, not exactly forget, but he never thought that his brother would be so cruel to him. But perhaps this is what Sebastian was truly like. A powerful, ruthless, merciless, demon king. Yes, that made sense. Since he was born into his first life, Sebastian had always spoiled and coddled him, making the child believe he was only cruel to their enemies. But now he was seeing the demon's true colors. He should have already known this. The man was always cruel to everyone else, and he'd already been punished by him in painful and humilating ways. He wondered if Sebastian saw him as a traitor now.

He didn't know how long he was in there, but it was long enough to do a lot of thinking and sort through his emotions. At first, he was scared. He didn't know what could happen to him in this dark room, filled with nothing but an occasional moan from a fellow prisoner. But after who-knows-how-long of sitting there, he started to become angry, his old Phantomhive pride coming back.

Who the hell did that demon think he was? Didn't their contract say specically that the demon was to devour his soul, all of it? After those occult members were killed, he had been so ready to die. To go into that land of nonexistence where there were no feelings or memories. But, no, the demon had brought him here and gave him a new life. Ridiculous, really. If he hadn't been able to give affection to his friends and family, what made the demon think that he would recieve it? No, he had no reason to give the demon anything, especially not after this humiliation. He was the Earl Ciel Phantomhive, born to human parents in a human world. He was a fool to ever believe that he and the demon ever had anything in common, much less be related.

But after the anger came an...empty...feeling. He didn't know if this feeling came from the room or his own damaged psyche, but it was slowly overtaking him. He grew tired of stretching out and sitting in different positions, so he curled into a ball in what he believed was a corner of the cage. Previously, everytime he was faced with a problem, he would persevere and overcome it. He always had extraordinary willpower, after all. But not now. He just wanted to disappear. He wanted to get away from everything, including Lizzie, his old home, Sebastian, and his new and old friends. He slowly lost the will to move or do anything, becoming just like those dead-eyed people he so despised. He didn't care if he ever moved again. He was still in this mindset when somebody picked him up. He made no protest and much resembled a ragdoll when he was lifted up and held like a baby. For the first time since he arrived in this room, he fell asleep.

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He he woke up, he instantly wished he hadn't. The light was burning his eyes badly. He shut them tightly and covered them with his hands, whimpering softly.

"My lord?" a voice to his left asked anxiously.

"Who-whose there?" he choked out. He found it very hard to talk.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "My lord, it is Careti. Are you alright?"

"Where am I?" he demanded, ignoring her question.

"Lord Ciel, you are back in your bedroom," she replied, growing concern in her voice.

He felt around and realized he was indeed back in his luxurious bed. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't bear to open his eyes again. "Please, dim the lights," he asked in a pleading voice.

"Yes, just a moment, my lord," she replied. She shut the curtains and cast a spell that took all the light away. She then lit a candle so that her prince's eyes could slowly adjust to the light again. "Alright, my lord, please try to open your eyes again."

He had to use a hand to pry them open, but he found it wasn't so bad now. The candle light was making him flinch a bit, though. "How did I get here? Where's Sebastian?" he inquired.

"My lord, King Sebastian brought you back here from the dungeons last night. It is now noon, by the way. He left a few hours ago to deal with another angel attack."

"How long was I down there?" he asked. It could have been an hour or a year.

"You were there for two weeks, my lord," she informed him, her voice hard. "He was originally only going to keep you there for one, but Phygra, the ass licker, told him that you needed to learn more respect for him, so he decided to add another week."

At this, Ciel felt his rage and indignation come back. So the demon thought he could torture him into submission like anybody else, did he? He probably expected the boy to be like that weak-willed guard after this. Well, he was going to show the demon what happened to those who dared humiliate a Phantomhive.

"Careti, bring Cornelius here to me quickly," he ordered. "I think you both know what I have in mind."

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A/N: Hm, I got kind of dark there, didn't I? And I liked it!(laughs evilly) Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter. Ooh, the suspense! Also, I'm going to post the next chapter on Friday instead of Saturday. I have prom that day so I'll be busy.

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