'How did he find out?' Is your first thought. Did he follow you? Did the driver tell him? Surely the Undertaker didn't tell him…?
No, he wouldn't. Surely he knows that Sebastian is prone to violent outbursts. Why would he tell Sebastian? Unless he wanted to hurt you, the same way you hurt him…
Whatever the reason, Sebastian has found out, and is clearly furious with you. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest; what is he going to do to you? He won't kill you, of that much you're certain, but anything else… he could break both your legs if he wanted to, and you'd have no way of stopping him.
His threat, combined with your own imaginings, is enough to make you weep at his feet, and begin begging for mercy.
'Please forgive me, master. I thought he might have more information for you, so I went to visit him. I was only trying to please you, I swear! Please don't hurt me.' You begin sobbing violently, losing your ability to form sentences. It's a lie, and you know it, but the truth would almost certainly anger him more. That, and it would put the Undertaker's life in jeopardy; you doubt Sebastian would allow him to remain unscathed after such a thing.
Sebastian remains still and silent above you, watching you as you cry. His expression is a neutral one, as it often is when he's angry with you. Only when your sobs die down does he finally speak.
'What a silly little whore you are, lying to me after I dealt out such a severe threat; don't say I didn't warn you!' With that he grabs you by the hair, dragging you over to the bed. He produces a rope from somewhere, and ties your arms to the headboard. Your whole body freezes, paralysed with fear. What is he going to do to you?!
Your levels of panic reach new heights when he produces a knife.
You begin to cry out at him, hands desperately trying to escape their confines. 'Please, don't hurt me. I swear I'm telling the truth, master. Please, don't do this!' Part of you says you should come clean about Undertaker's visit, but you remain tight-lipped. You get the feeling Sebastian will hurt you no matter what you tell him, so there is no point involving the Undertaker in all of this. You only wish you hadn't slapped him earlier today; you get the feeling you'll need patching up after Sebastian is done with you.
Sebastian begins slicing the sleeves of your dress open, sliding the flat of the blade across your shoulders. You whimper helplessly, but he ignores you; nothing you can say or do with cause him to stray from his purpose.
The blade moves down into the valley of your breasts, before he yanks it down forcefully, cutting the dress straight down the middle. He pulls the ruined garment away before he starts on your underthings.
You underwear is unceremoniously torn from your body, Sebastian's demon strength reducing them to mere scraps of cloth. When it comes to your corset, he's much more restrained, cutting it in half with speed and precision. When that's done, he pulls the two halves apart, connect only by the laces. He yanks the whole thing out from under you, leaving you totally exposed. He hovers over you menacingly, knife in hand.
'Tell me the truth, whore, or I swear I shall make you stuffer.' You keel trying to escape, nude body writhing on the bed. Where is he going to stick that knife?
'I am telling the truth, master! I swear it! Please believe me!' He starts tutting at you, shaking his head as he does.
'I had such high hopes for you. You were to become my most treasured belonging, worshiped and adored by me and every other man who saw you. I would have placed you on the highest of pedestals and given you the world. Alas, you have destroyed my hopes with your lies, and for that I must punish you.
'I wonder which part of you I should ruin first. I shan't touch anything that brings me joy, so that quim of yours is safe. I shall spare your breasts too, if only for the sake of the children you shall bear me when the time is right. However, the rest of you is fair game.' He drags the knife along the inside of your thigh, causing it to draw blood. He licks your wound, making you hiss in pain. He moans into your leg.
'Your blood is so very sweet. Maybe someday, when you are no longer fit to act as my whore, I shall drain you dry, delighting in watching the life drain away from your lying eyes.' He bites down hard, and you cry out in pain, gritting your teeth out of habit. Your mind keeps telling you to behave as he expects you to, even though you know full-well that it won't help your situation; he's gone past the point of reason.
He makes his way up your body, leaving a trail of bites and cuts all along your body. You can feel drops of your body trickling onto the mattress, which are soon joined by your tears. He's going to do something horrible to your face, you just know it. It seems to be his destination, after all… you just pray that he sees reason before then.
Your suspicions are unfortunately confirmed when his face hovers over yours, knife in your face. Your eyes flicker between him and it, silently begging him to stop. He speaks to you one last time.
'This is your final chance. Come clean now, or I shall cut that lying tongue of yours out, and make you watch as I feed it to my feline friends.' Your blood runs cold. He's serious, and you know it. Almost all of you is in total agreement to sell out the Undertaker, just to spare yourself the pain of his blade. However, the tiniest of voices in your head tells you not to do it, that you should tell Sebastian one final time that you're being truthful, then endure his punishment. After all, it seems inevitable. He's been paranoid ever since you started this ritual. His jealously was always going to make him do something like this. If you tell him the truth now, then there is nothing to say he won't do this to you later. With that thought in your mind, you speak for what you assume shall be the final time.
'I have told you no lies, master, but I see now that my words are not enough to convince you. Do what you must to me, if it'll put an end to your paranoia. Just know that I have always been faithful to you, despite what you may think. I only ask that you make this quick; you don't want to risk me bleeding out on you.' With your final words spoken, you close your eyes and stick out your tongue, inviting him to take it.
The room is silent, save for the sound of your breathing. Your body braces itself for mutilation, hoping that it isn't as painful as you think it's going to be.
You gasp in shock when something warm and wet slides against your tongue.
Whatever it is slips into your open mouth, plundering it with wild abandon. It suddenly dawns on you what's happening; for the first time ever, Sebastian is kissing you!
Initial shock wearing off, you start to move your tongue in time with his, only wishing you could thread your hands into those raven locks of yours. As if he can hear your thoughts, Sebastian brings the knife up to your bound wrists, releasing them before throwing the knife away. You grab his hair instantly, pulling him as close to you as you possibly can. You figure it's the adrenaline in your veins that's causing you to behave like this, combined with sheer relief. You really don't care what it is though, just so long as he isn't going to hurt you anymore.
Your hands leave his hair, making to undress him instead. Skin-on-skin contact would be incredible right now, given how much passion Sebastian is radiating right now. He's kissing you like a man possessed, intent only on deriving as much pleasure from kissing you as possible. His hands roam your body greedily, as if he's trying to touch every inch of you. You want to question his sudden mood swing, but think better if it; it's better to just go with it. After all, this is a thousand times better than having your tongue cut out.
When you've finally removed all of his clothes, you straddle his lap, trapping his erection between his stomach and your somewhat damp entrance. The adrenaline has served to get you slightly worked up, but the lingering fear is stopping you from getting as wet as you normal does. Sebastian clearly notices, and takes it upon himself to insert two of his fingers into you, thumb playing with your clit as his finally break the kiss.
He nibbles your ear, whispering to you between bites. 'Forgive me, my darling. I know my actions tonight have been despicable, but I promise you it won't happen again. I had to be sure you were telling me the truth, I had to know that I could place my absolute trust in you. Listening to you pleading with me did not excite me as it once did. I like hearing you plead with me for more pleasure, not for your life. The fear in your eyes was distressing, but I knew I had to proceed as planned.
'I cannot help the possessiveness I feel towards you, but you have proved to me without a doubt that I needn't be so concerned. You could have lied to me, told me what I expected to hear, just to spare yourself from the pain. Alas, you did not. You remain truthful despite your fear, proving to me once and for all that you are fully deserving of my trust. From this moment onwards, you have that trust. Never again shall I question you, or grow angry over your interactions with other males. You can visit the Undertaker every single day if it pleases you, so long as you promise me you'll be faithful to me.' His words ease your anxiety, and normally you'd be content to leave it at that. Not tonight, though. Not after what he's just done to you.
You remove his hand from your depths, not wanting anything to distract you from what you're about to say. He looks at you, confused at your boldness. If he finds that confusing, your words will shock him to his core.
'After the stunt you just pulled, you should be lucky I allow you to even look at me. This ends now, Sebastian. I am no longer content being your 'plaything'. You either start treating me with the respect I deserve, or I'll walk out of this room, and fuck Baldroy until the ritual is compromised! I refuse to call you 'master', too! I shall no longer submit to your violent urges like a common whore! From tonight, we go forth as equals, or we do not no forth AT ALL!' He looks at you, eyes so wide it looks like his eyebrows are about to take off! You worry that you've pissed him off, that he's going to turn on you again.
He merely smirks at you.
'Finally, that hidden spark inside of you has come to the surface. You are like the Phoenix, born again in flame. It is a beautiful sight to behold, and I'm privileged to witness such a thing. I agree to your demands, on the condition you agree to mine.' He's rubbing himself against you now, and you're certain he's planning to seal your agreement with something more than a kiss. You look him dead in the eyes before answering.
'Not once have I ever been unfaithful to you, and nor do I plan to. Treat me right, and I'm yours. Hurt me like this again, and you'll lose me for good, even after the ritual is complete.' Your answer pleases him, and he thrusts inside of you, setting a casual pace this evening.
You move your hips in tandem with his, eager to prove how much you want him. He moves his head down to start suckling on your nipple, making you cry his name in pleasure.
The sound of his name makes him more forceful, speeding up the pace as he chases his end. You slide a hand of your own between the two of you, and start rubbing your clit. He stops his ministrations on your breasts, so he can better see the spectacle between your legs. He eyes the sight hungrily, before slipping his tongue into your mouth again.
The unfamiliar sensation sends you other the edge, your cries muffled by his kiss. He follows soon after, his release shooting up into you unexpectedly. Your mark burns a little, but nowhere near as much as it usually does. His release doesn't drag on for ages either. He's finished with in moments, breaking the kiss and burying his head in your neck.
You prepare for the paralysis, but it never comes; you can move as usual, albeit with fatigue. You eye Sebastian with curiosity.
'Paralysis only applies if I take you in demon form. I fear I was too carried away to transform. Fear not, it shan't disrupt the ritual; it's still my essence, after all. I shall have to take you again later, but rest for now, my beautiful.' You snuggle into him, exhaustion setting in. He moves up the bed, tucking you both in. You drift off in his arms, but not before thinking one last thing;
Can you really trust him?