Sebastian reached out to me with his two hands and grabbed my torso, shifting it around until y back was revealed to him.
He shoved my hair aside and placed one finger on my neck, then he pressed his finger down where he had placed it
and all of a sudden that spot became unbelievably hot to the point that tears began streaming down my face.
The pain was so unbearable that my eyes rolled back and my sight began to fade.
I slowly slid back down onto the bed and the last thing I sensed was how Sebastian said:
„So that you don't forget whose toy you are again."
I don't know for how long I slept but when I woke up I was dressed and tucked under the blanket.
It was bright outside and so I got up as my stomach started to complain about the lack of food.
Walking towards the mirror I thought back on last night.
That spot on my neck was stinging slightly and I tried to take a look at it but, obviously, no matter how much I twisted and turned I just couldn't catch a sight of it.
Disappointed I stopped trying and left Sebastian's room.
While walking through the many hallways I spotted Finny and increased my pace.
„Oh! Lucia! Good morning, are you hungry?", Finny said in an excited manner.
„Yes, I actually am quite hungry...", I replied calmly. Finny laughed and approached me.
„Alright, then come with me!", he then grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the room he was walking towards to beore.
In that room a table had been set and the red haired maid as well as the chef sat there already.
„Good morning!", they both said and I nodded towards them.
„Sit down and eat with us, Lucia!", the gardener said to me and so I had breakfast with them.
It wasn't as fancy as the usual breakfast I received but it tasted well.
I noticed Bart staring at me during the whole time;
I ignored it but there was something about his gaze which seemed to alarm me.
After breakfast I wandered around the hallways, not knowing what to do.
But I wasn't bored, not at all. In fact not knowing what to do was way better than being chained up and not being able to to anything at all.
When I first came here I was rather thin, not to say skin and bones. Now I put on some weight.
„Hey!", I heard a familiar voice shout after me. Bart, I concluded after I turned my head.
What did he want?, I thought to myself as he walked towards me in a fast pace.
„Umm...I...", he stuttered. „Are you free right now?" „Uhh yes, why?", I replied hesitantly.
„Can we go for a walk together?", he suddenly bust out, followed by me nodding and asking: „Sure, but where to?"
He looked even more nervous now. „Um... let's just start walking!", he managed to say before he grabbed my wrist, pulling me along.
In the following 3 to 4 days Bart was somehow always searching for me and gave reasons just to be around me.
At some point, after talking to him I was pulled around a corner by someone.
I instantly noticed the white gloves and black attire. Sebastian.
He pinned me against the wall.
„Even after I put that tag on you, you forgot you're my toy?", he growled, eyes beaming.
„No, he was just talking to me normally.", I insisted; confused. He didn't change his expression at all.
„You're so naive. How can you not see his intention.", his face was now close to mine.
„I-", he cut me off before I was able to finish my sentence, „Silence."
„Once more. If I see you with Bart like that once more. You'll see what will happen.", after he hissed the last words he bit my neck and started to suck strongly on it.
„Ah... Sebastian...", I sighed and put my hand on the crown of the butler. I tried pushing him away but he didn't budge.
Instead he only pressed me against the wall even harder. The smacking noise of his saliva resounding in the corner.
Sebastian had only looked at me for a split second and left as quickly as he appeared, leaving me behind; panting and touching the area Sebastian had touched.
The next day however Bart again came in search of me and when he did find me I remembered the mark Sebastian had given me.
I became flustered and frantically tried to cover the spot with my collar which only led to Bart staring even more.
I didn't exactly listen to what he said because I was unintentionally looking out for Sebastian, remembering yesterdays events.
„...ia...", some sound hit my ear. „Lucia?", Bart was speaking to me but I didn't listen for the past 10 minutes as I let my mind wander elsewhere.
„Yes?", I replied confused. „I wanted to show you something, will you follow me?", he said, grinning as he fidgeted with his shirt.
„Oh... Ah, yes sure...", I hesitantly replied and followed him through the many hallways
until he led me to a small room and as he closed the door I felt the mark on my nape twitch.
Bart gave me a weird look for when I jerked but didn't question me.
„You said earlier you didn't know what a gun was so I figured you'd like seeing one!", he almost shouted out of excitemend
and removed a cloth which was draped around a rather long object.
As soon as he revealed that object I started to feel curiousity dwelling up inside of me.
„This is a Percussioun Rifle-Musket, produced in 1855... It looks amazing, right?", Barts eyes were glistening with passion which made me smile.
„Yes, it does look... impressive...", I approached the rifle and let my hand slide across the barrel; slowly.
Bart went on explaining few things I didn't understand, yet it was fun to listen so I just nodded.
While he was talking and showing me things I kept sliding my hand across the rifle until it
accidentally touched Bart's hand which made his voice crack and quiver.
His eyes were now fixated on mine and he slowly came closer.
Eventually my back hit against the wall and Bart brought his face close to mine now.
His hot breath tickled my neck and his fingertips wandered over my soft lips.
As soon as he touched my waist the spot on my nape began to ache which made me squeal quietly.
The chef must have mistaken it as excitement and pushed his lips on mine.
The mark now felt as if it burnt through my skin, making me whimper in pain.
Bart pushed his hips against mine and grabbed my wasit as he ground against me.
I tried to shove him away but he seemed to understand it as another action of excitement and inserted his tongue into my mouth.
The mark seemed to melt through my skin like acid, making me squirm and squeal and my hands shake.
Bart reached for my chest as suddenly the door flung open and he stood there.
