The fog seem oddly thicker than ever tonight by the docks and the temperature seem to fall at least ten or fifteen degrees more than before, that it actually made you shiver. Tempted to wrap your arms around to provide warmth resist. You would just have to endure, just as you had to with this short dress which you still tugged at a bit walking with a few of Lau's personals, his words not yours. Though you had one in mind. Follow the man who led the group, Ran-Mao was also in the mix.

Walking by a few docked ships come to a familiar one, shallowing your breathing to calm your fluttering heart, put on the right face for this next part. After two knocks from Lau, the door opens and he smiles at the gruff man.

"Ah, good evening good sir," he steps aside presenting the woman. "I have come with your entertainment for the night."

The man eyes everyone woman sketchy, holding your breath the last time this happened the sailor was hesitant when you were presented. This one had a lazy eye which no doubt wasn't working well took his time. Before nodding.

He opens the door. "Alright, come on."Stepping aside you follow the heard of women quickly staying as close as you could.

The foul stench of cabin musk and salt water was harder than before you nearly gagged but held it in. How did this smell become like this? Then again you hadn't been here in some time so, it was understandable. Waiting on Lau and the man to finish the final details of their business, your eyes examine the interior, nothing seem to have changed. The walls still rather tight and with decent lighting. Scraps and nicks on it was normal wear and tear. Minor decorations, nothing was different.

That was good, for you at least. From your memory, you knew the path to where you needed to go was the same.

"Alright ladies," the sailor comes over with a look mixed of hunger and delight, he tried to put on a charming smile, but it was clearly wasted. With that missing tooth, he had. Made it all the more creepier."This way, can't have beautiful ladies such as yourself. This way."

Following him, he takes the group to another room, a larger one where all the men were waiting with bottles and cups. Merrie music started the second everyone entered. Cheers of joy filled the room, they stood up quickly acting like proper gentlemen came either two or three of them went to women taking her hand lightly and lead her to sit. Ran-Mao took the most, all their eyes remained on her. As she took in the attention her eyes flash to you, giving the sign to leave. Taking it slip right out without anyone hopefully not noticing. Racing down the narrow halls carefully and lightly as you could move across the creaking wooden floor.

Believing yourself a feather and snake swiftly with as little noise as you could make it out to the main deck. The fresh air was more welcoming than that stuffy place. Racing across to the doors for the Hold, grab the iron rings give it a light pull open the area. Quickly looking over your shoulder making sure no one heard, drop down nearly forgot to close the doors behind you. Standing still feeling the light rocking motion of the vessel carefully match your balance with it. The small bobbing waves shook the ship deeper at this level. For someone else, they'd surely fall, but this was easy.

Good, crates were still down here. Now, you just needed to find the right one, walking along large crates stopping every now and then to read the number engraved in it. Moving to the next few, with this dim lighting it would be a bit difficult but your eyes sight faired well. Where was it? The certain crate?

Look for number 00378, Ciel instructs.

"00378." You whisper to yourself, repeating it a few times over. "Where are you? 00378. 00378."

A heavy sigh pours through your lips, time was slipping fast that it seem pointless. There was a high chance it wasn't even here, though Ciel fixated that it was. Recalling from the log he read way back. There not a single doubt in his eyes after you presented him the information from the metal worker. The metal being elite, fine, and pure. If not raw.

There was a certain shipment, Ciel recounts. Its entry just says metal, to whom it is going to doesn't state, but whoever it might be can give me a lead to is the one responsible for discarding the bodies found.

All that from reading the log book was rather impressive, still searching for the crate eventually find it in the far dark corner as if nearly hidden. Squeezing through a few pushes some aside carefully. Though to be sure double check the number on the outside, yes, it read #00378. There was nothing else on it, running your fingers briskly over it, feel an indent or was it a craving. Either way, it peeked your interesting believing this would something Ciel would want to know, get a closer look manage to make it out. Just a bit of it. It was craved lighting in the side to make sure it blended in, very good craftsmanship to do such delicate work.

"What?!"You nearly gasp, giving a second look made your blood freeze and your breath snatched away. You nearly stumbled back at what it was. Blinking a few times hoping your eyes were gravely mistaken find it wasn't.

This just couldn't be right, it just couldn't. It was too uncanny, your body remained in a state of shock that if not for the sound of approaching voices to break through you'd stay like this.

"I heard something."

"Down in the Hold? Sure it's nothing but rats?"

Heavy steps approach the doors and open the hatch, walk down the steps hold up a lantern providing more light two bodies stood in the middle looking around at the untouched crates. Listening to the silence to see if it would speak. Holding the lantern higher casting more light in the cracks of the shadows see nothing.

"See, told ya it was nothing." They slap the other in the back of the head holding the lantern. "The crates are fine, it was just rats or something."

Giving one last look, the sailor sighs."Yeah, I guess you're right. But, I was sure I heard something down here. Guess we can go back up."

Walking back the way they came, you wait remaining still like a rock until their light was fully gone. Before peering out from behind one of the crates, urging to let out a sigh swallow it instead. Stand steadily by the crate, if you had gotten caught, you wouldn't hear the end of it from Ciel and Lord knows you didn't need him upset. That was the least of your concerns, right now it was the craving on the side of the crate that held your alarm. Maybe, your mind began to think it was just some sort of fluke, perhaps it was in this time it was also present.

Then again, recall from your history lessons and books there was certainly no way, no possible way. Resting a shaking hand yank it back as if it shocked you. Looking at your hands find no injury, yet felt it. You didn't want to do this, screaming at yourself to turn and run, force yourself through and rest your hand back on the top. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling spiking painfully through your body. Lift the top off, ripping it off like a band-aid, quick and swift. Find stacked medium size boxes inside, packed in each corner. No sign of metals or anything, just boxes. At least two in each corner. Perfectly.

Shutting your eyes listen to Ciel's words. You need to get into the crate, once the crate has been delivered that's when the second part begins. Lifting yourself climb in, taking the top set it back where it was. Believing there would not be any room, was rather surprised when there was. Enough space in the center. If you had a walkie-talkie you could radio Ciel that you were in. But, those weren't invented just yet. Nor were Shell-phones.

An enclosed place, you weren't keen on these, especially in the dark. It brought a haunting beginning, that crushed around you. Nothing but complete darkness, darkness. Silence. Not a single drop of life or light. Seeking comfort hold your knees close and muffle your own fears. Close your eyes finding yourself in more darkness, than before. But, it was better than the one you were forced into.

For Harmony, for Harmony, you mind repeats over and over for you. Giving you a sense of light that made this cold and bleak place bearable. Your breathing became rapid and staggering, counting down from ten didn't help. So you took deep breathes, holding each for a couple of seconds until you felt ready to release them. It gave minimal help at best. It would have to do.

Another way you felt a way to endure this, was the season. Yes, the soon to come holiday. I will try to make Harmony's favorite soup, she much..much enjoys it so. The thought brought a smile to your face, for it to slowly fade. She enjoys building gingerbread houses. Oh, and singing carols. I haven't decided what to get yet. Maybe we can read by the fire as we have done years before. Yes, she enjoys that.

These thoughts provided comfort, but it didn't erase your duress feeling of that craving. As it was etched on the side, it was in your mind. Distorting your warm thoughts. Canceling them out altogether. It stared right at you with a powerful force.

No!

Your eyes shoot open, alarmed. Where you? How did you get in this darkness? Who brought you here? Confused and panicked, your pulse rapidly rises at the only important thought. "Harmony!" Bursting out about to scream when a quick hand covers your mouth from behind and snatches you out. Almost topping the crate over.

Struggling and fighting against this tight restrainment, only fueled your horrid memories. Strapped to the table, unable to move...unable to do anything. And...and...to be...No! You couldn't let it happen again! Enraged manage to get a tight lock on their wrist and without a second thought twist their wrist like a twig, hearing it snap if not shatter released their hold. Muscle memory and memory itself kicked in, jump up and spin around deliver an iron kick targetting their head, land the blow that no doubt separated the two organisms. Find it instead caught by the same strength, this time though it seem to be much stronger. It locked an iron hold on your leg, yanks so hard and fast found yourself pinned to the ground and kept there. It nearly knocked the breath out of you. But, knocked your senses back.

The darkness faded and you found two things, one being in unfamiliar surroundings and second Sebastian on top restaining. He had you pinned like steel clamps on the ground, using one hand holding you down by the shoulder and the second chaining your leg an inch from his head. There was a small cut on his cheek leaking blood just a bit. His eyes pinned ferociously at you, it was hard to tell if it was either defensive or instinctive, with him. All you knew was that it there not a single ounce of life in them. They were completely dark and devoid of all. Killer instincts filled those glowing eyes, waiting for you to make just a single move.

Clearing your throat hear a low growl from him, your words had to be careful. Letting out a calming breath collect yourself in mere seconds. Whence just a bit when his hand quickly latches onto your throat cutting off your air. Speak with words like a feather. "S-Sebastian..."his grip tightens more, you felt his nails poking your skin. He was going to rip out throat. "S-Seb.." gasping sharply grab him by the wrist. "S-Sebastian...le-"you didn't want to resort to this, but, there was little choice you had. With your last bit of strength say it."P-Please..."

His hand releases and his facade returns, taking in a deep breath air never felt so sweet. Roll over coughing from lack of air, make a mental note. "...My throat." Lightly touching the area flinch a bit from the tenderness it now had. Touch it again lightly, slowly calm yourself and focus when something soft wraps around gently over the area.

"There."

Sebastian ties it.

Not sure what he did touch it, it was cloth and it smelled just like him. Looking down find a ripped strip of his jacket around your throat. Not what you were expecting and what came next. "My apologies, Baroness." He said what seem like sincerity, and a hand out to help you up off the floor and all fours. And that damn smile on.

Your eyes move from his hand then to him, then back to the hand. Slap it away. "Don't touch me." He grabs your wrist before you could blink and yanks you up right.

"There we go." He begins to dust you off, about to scream instead smack his hand away and jump back.

Sending daggers at him. He stands there with an innocent and hurt look. "We both know you are not innocent. So stop acting like such, and repeat do not touch ME!"

His true smirk returned. "Is anyone innocent? Now, the master has given us both instructions. We must follow." He holds out a hand to you. "Shall we get started?"