Chapter 3
A woman should never cry. It ruins the mascara and the foundation and blush. Not to mention the eyeliner. But after Sebas – chan has taunted me like that, I couldn't hold back anything. I would never see Will again and he wouldn't care. Like Ciel said, nobody likes me. I'm just a toy. Men want their lust fulfilled, and that's what I do.
Ciel laughed. "I would never imagine that you would cry. Get used to it. You are into hell deeper than you ever imagined."
"What do you need to do to me to trade the contracts?"
"Nothing much," Sebas – chan smiled, "Just a little torture. First, we have to cut open your soul, and by doing that, we have to separate it from your body for a while. So, that being said, you can guarantee physical torture for a few months while we take your soul. Then, we have to mentally break you. We have already started. Your conscience is saying you are nobody, and I must agree. Nothing but a soul ready to be devoured. I will destroy your mind day by day. Little by little. Eventually, you won't remember anything. This hasn't been done before, so I don't know the end result. But you certainly won't be pleasant anymore."
I just stood there. For once in my life, I had no confidence to flirt or show off my body. I just felt more blood gush from my arms and legs. It leaked over my clothes and down the wall.
Sebas – chan took metal out of my body and grabbed me and threw my limp body over his back. He soon walked with Ciel in front of him to Phantomhive mansion. I was thrown into a dark cell along with my chainsaw. Sebas – chan followed and bond my hands and feet to the ground of the jail floor, laying me face up on the cold ground.
"We will get on with your procedure tomorrow." With that, he closed the iron door and continued up the stairs of the dungeon to be of Ciel's service.
I had a horrible night, to say the least. I think Sebas – chan started the procedure the moment the clock struck twelve. I kept waking up in the middle of the night, screaming in pain. It felt like thousands of knifes were coming out of my skin and red hot irons were pressing into me. Never had I been so miserable.
Nobody in the Phantomhive estate noticed me. The only thing that happened the next day (I assume it was the next day, there was no window) was a glove covered hand inserting some burnt table scraps into my cell. It was Baldroy's cooking, and if it wasn't bad enough, I could hardly move my black leather covered hands to put the food in my mouth, and I was starving.
Why? Was anyone worried about me? What would happen to me? Could I even live after this? What was Will doing? Will… Oh Will…
He had told me not to do this job. He was worried about me. And what happened? I'm on the verge of death, and this is start, not the end. Come to think of it, Will told me that the humans involved in it were not from the "Underground". There was no humans. Those were fake files. Will was right. I wish I could see him now. I would embrace him but it's impossible. By the time I get out of here, I might be just a body sent to the Undertaker. Will, what will you do now?
I updated twice in one day! I hope to get the third chapter up soon! I know this is short, but I want to switch to William's point of view and finish up Grell's first day with the Phantomhives.