It's dark when you wake. At first you panic; why can't you see anything? Then you remember the blindfold, and assume Sebastian hasn't removed it from your eyes. In fact, he hasn't removed anything from you. You're still bound and gagged, as well as blinded by cloth. How long have you been unconscious for? Is it morning?
You try to sit up, only to be pushed back onto the bed immediately by a slender pair of hands; Sebastian?
Your suspicion is confirmed when you hear his signature chuckle. 'Dear me, trying to move already? I'm surprised you still have it in you. I must have been too easy on you last night.' Last night? So it's morning then? Has he been with you all night? Why are you still tied up? You have a million questions, but no way to ask them.
You feel his nails take down your legs. 'You're not going to be leaving this room for a while, so I suggest you get comfortable. If you do try to leave, I will find you, and I will make this more unpleasant than it needs to be.
'I'll be back with some food for you soon. Rest up until then.' He nips at your thigh sharply before you hear him leave the room.
Your mind is in overdrive, full to bursting with questions. What was he going to make unpleasant? Why couldn't you leave? You feel a sharp pain on your stomach, and remember what he did with the wax. What was that all about? What did he do to you last night?
You try to come up with some answers. Maybe he was just trying to frighten you into submission? You dismiss the idea; you'd already chosen to give yourself to him, he didn't need to force submission by scaring you.
Maybe it's a fetish thing? That seems more likely; plenty of men get their kicks by tying a woman up. Maybe Sebastian is one of those men? The idea is slightly flawed, however; if he likes the idea of having you bound when he takes you, why hadn't he just dragged you into this room on day one and done it? Sure, you've toyed around with cloth and rope before but not like this, not all three at once. He'd always freed you as soon as he was done with you too.
That thought makes you realise one thing; whatever he's planning, he's not through with you yet…
Suddenly, a immense amount of heat spreads through your entire body, as if your blood has been set on fire. You try to scream, only to have them muffled by the gag. You try to sit up, only to find you can't move.
What's happening to you? Why does it hurt?
The pain is intense enough to make you lose consciousness again.
You feel a glass against your lips, pouring liquid towards your mouth. Out of instinct, you open your mouth to drink what's being offered, relieved to discover that it's only water. You sip it down greedily, as if you've never taken a drink before in you life. You feel a hand stroke your forehead.
'Good girl, drink it all up. It's important to stay hydrated. I have food for you, too. I've taken your gag off for the time being, so feel free to ask me any questions you may have before mouthfuls; if you take this opportunity to scream, I shall be most displeased with you.' He takes the water away, and replaces it with what feels like a piece of bread. You take a bite and finish it quickly, wanting answers.
'What did you do to me last night?' You ask, desperate for an explanation. He gives you more bread as he answers.
'I tied you up and flooded you with my essence. I would have thought that was obvious.' You can hear the smirk in his voice. Normally you'd find it irritating but now it scares you.
You swallow your bread. 'It was more than that. What aren't you telling me?' You can hear the anger in your voice, and hope that it doesn't make him angry. He chuckles deeply.
'Alright, let me rephrase my statement. I bound you, marked you, and filled your body with my true essence. It's a ritual, created by my kind centuries ago. It involves selecting a mortal woman of child-bearing age, and corrupting her very being until she is bound to you, body and soul. The original end goal of the ritual was to procreate, but things are different now. Now demons like myself do it to avoid having our favourite mortal playthings stolen away…' you almost choke on your bread. What does he mean, 'demons like me'?.
'Oh, how foolish of me. You're new to this, aren't you? Allow me to explain. I am a demon, you see. A creature born out of mortal sin, who's sole purpose in life is to further its existence by consuming the souls of the very mortals who created us. We do this mostly by forming contracts, offering our assistance with something in exchange for the soul of the person making the contract. We do hunt out souls on occasion, but it's so much easier to just find a willing mortal and stick by them. Lord Phantomhive is my current contract holder. He seeks revenge against those who murdered his family. When revenge is finally his, I shall finally get my meal.' You gulp down the bread in your mouth, finding his words difficult to process. You've never considered the possibility that demons could exist, yet here you are, somehow entangled with one. What exactly have you gotten yourself into?
You have even more questions now. 'When I agreed to rut with you in exchange for a place to stay, did I enter into a contract with you?' He puts something else inside your mouth this time; a slice of cheese.
He strokes you lips as he pushes the food inside. 'Of sorts, I suppose. Though if I'm being totally honest, your soul is a little bland for my taste. Your body however…' he strokes you thigh. 'Oh dear, you've gotten me rather excited. Time for us to have some fun, I think.' You hear a plate being set down, followed by the rustling of clothing.
You have a choice to make; do you fight his advances, remain totally passive, or spread your legs and welcome him inside?
You're not in a position to fight his advances, and you're not sure that you want to. Last night you felt pleasure like you've never experienced before, and that you desperately want to feel again. You're sure that if you remain still, he'll coax your legs apart and help himself, but you don't want that. You made a deal with the devil, and you must be the one to give him his due.
You spread your legs wide, inviting him to take you.
As he slips inside, he begins talking again. 'I wasn't expecting you to be so… accommodating.' He's thrusting slowly today, clearly not in any rush to finish. 'Most women… refuse to participate… when they learn the truth…' you can't feel his weight on you; all you can feel is him working his way in and out of you.
You decide to take full advance of the gag's absence, talking back to him. 'I'm not… most women. I… I told you… you could… have me… and I… meant it…' pleasure is clouding your mind again, and you wonder if you'll climax with as much intensity as before.
Before you get a chance to find out, Sebastian withdraws, earning him a small wail of protest from you. You hear him dress. 'My apologies, but there are intruders in the immediate vicinity. I must protect my meal. Speaking of, I hope you enjoyed yours. I'll be back tonight to finish what I just started.' You hear him leave, and realise he's forgotten to replace the gag in your mouth.
This is the perfect opportunity to assess your situation properly. Do you really want to stay here and let yourself become corrupted by a demon? You may have been content to let Sebastian use you in the past, but this was different; you were still your own person then. That'll change when this 'ritual' of his is complete, of that you're certain.
On the other hand, haven't you been his property for months now? You've willing allowed him to do with you as he pleases for months now. All the ritual is going to do is make it binding.
You think of the kind of life you'd lead outside of the manor. You'd be homeless, and probably end up selling yourself just to eat. At least here, you only have to give yourself to one man rather than several. One man, who would see to it that you were well-fed and healthy; he wouldn't want to risk his 'mortal plaything' becoming ill.
Neither option is idea, but you're already here; why not let him do as he pleases? Let him take you as his whore; you have been all along, after all. From the very first moment you'd seen him, you'd known he held some kind of power over you. Why not give into that power?
You've made your choice now; you're going to let the ritual take place.
You've been waiting for Sebastian to return for what feels like forever. You have a few things you need to tell him before he picks up from where you left off earlier.
You hear the door open; he's finally here.
The lock clicks behind him, a sound that most would find ominous. Not you, though; not now.
You can hear him removing his clothes, and decide that now is the time to speak; he'll rob you of the opportunity otherwise.
'I have a few things I need to say.' You try to sound firm, a difficult task given your current situation. You hear his clothes fall to the floor.
'Oh? This should be good. Make it quick, though; I'm long overdue my fix of you.' He grabs your breast forcefully, using it to punctuate his sentence. You take a deep breath.
'How long until this ritual is complete?' You need to know how long he'll keep you in your current state.
'The timeframe varies from woman-to-woman, but given how much I've prepared you beforehand I'd say a little over two months.' Two months?! You can't do that, you can't stay like this for two months. He senses your panic.
'I'll keep you in your current state for a week, proving you continue to be obedient. After two, I'll even be willing to let you wander about the manor as usual. The level of freedom I give you depends entirely on you. If you behave like you have since your arrival here, we won't have a problem.' That's a relief.
'What changes will I notice?' You assume that there will be some changes; he was going to corrupt your very nature, that wouldn't come without some kind of symptoms.
'You'll start to feel quite feverish at times, almost as if you've been set alight from within. I believe you experienced it earlier?' You nod. 'I suspected as much. It's very common, especially in the first few days.
'The only other thing to concern yourself with at this point is the mark I created last night. It'll burn every time I climax inside of you. That mark is what binds you to me. The ritual is complete when the mark disappears. After that, you're mine.' He starts tweaking your nipples, and you realise his patience is growing thin.
Deciding not to push your luck, you assume your position from earlier, inviting him to begin proceedings. He does so immediately, entering you without a moment's hesitation. As he does, you realise you have one final question.
'Is this form… a disguise… or do all… demons look… human?' He's going slowly, just as he did earlier. You only pray there isn't another distraction; he probably wouldn't take kindly to that.
He bites you neck before seductively whispering 'The form you all see is a façade. However, I cannot make you mine if I wear a false skin. The form I'm in now is my genuine one. I'd offer to show you, but the idea of you having no idea what I truly look like excites me to no end.' His movements become harder and faster, causing your lust to awaken in earnest. 'I could be anyone right now, and you'd never know. I could whore you out to a total stranger, and you'd have no idea. Maybe when I'm finished claiming you, I'll do just that. There are plenty of men who'd go for such things; I could make a fortune with you.' You should feel disgusted, you know you should, but his words only stoke your arousal, thoughts all but lost to the wave of carnal ecstasy washing over you a present.
Sensing your end, he pulls out and flips you over, shoving your face into the bed as he picks up his pace again. 'Best try to contain those screams of yours. If you wake the Young Master, I'll have to punish you.' You bite down on the bed, hoping it's enough to contain your scream as you climax, body awash with pleasure.
Sebastian follows suit, and proceeds to fill you just as he did last night, his seed flooding your womb before seeping into the rest of your body. His mark on you burns, just as he said it would, and your mind feels hazy. You're determined not to pass out again, but that proves difficult as he triggers another orgasm, your body awash with sensations.
You're not sure how long he keeps going, but he eventually stops, pulling out of you slowly. Your body feels like lead, so you try to move it, wanting to see just how heavy your limbs are. You find that you can't move them, however; your whole body is paralysed.
You feel Sebastian leave the bed. 'Still awake? I'm proud of you. Only your second night and you're able to take me without fainting. You must have been born for this.' He strokes your back, and you continue to attempt movement. It doesn't work. Sebastian notices.
'Ah, I probably should have mentioned the post-coital paralysis. Your body is so busy adjusting to its changing biology that it loses the ability to move for a time. It'll happen every time we engage in sexual intercourse during your transitional period. It lasts about an hour, so try to get some sleep. You're going to need all the rest you can get. I have big plans for you; I need you at your best. Understood?' You can't answer; your vocal cords seem to have stopped too.
You close your eyes, and do as he advised. As you drift off, to begin to wonder exactly what it is you've gotten yourself into.