I sat in my cage staring at nothing in particular. Nothing was in it to stare at anyway. I looked up when one of the men who'd held me captive for the past three years. My face showed nothing. I'd hoped they'd finally forgotten about me in the few days they hadn't visited me. He unlocked my cage drunkenly and grabbed my black hair pulling me out of the cage forcing a small scream from my mouth. He pushed me to the ground and tore the skirts of my tattered dress to my thighs before forcing the small bit up over my waist. While I was used to the treatment I still fought the drunk idiot on top of me. Suddenly, the man's weight disappeared from on top of my form. I heard a thump from behind me and turned to see the man's dead body behind me. There was a man who hadn't been in the room before bowing to me from next to his body. He had deep brown hair that fell just under his ears in the back and to his shoulders in the front and golden eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
"I am whomever My Lady wishes me to be." He told me and I looked at him confused. "I am a demon and my former master's final orders were to watch over you until you die a natural death. To seal this contract you must give me a name."
"A demon?" I asked him.
"Yes, My Lady." He answered.
"You are not how I imagined a demon to be." I told him and he said nothing to me. "Your name will be Marcus."
"Yes, My Lady. Would you like to return to your former manor. I heard the new Earl rebuilt it." Marcus told me.
"No." I answered finally standing. My dress was ruined with the skirts falling to mid-thigh and the top being horribly torn. "Countess Nichole Phantomhive is no more. Burn this place to the ground. Kill everyone inside."
"Yes, My Lady."