Chapter 5

When Sebas – chan returned, it seemed to me about five days later. My mouth reeked with the taste of burnt bits of dry food. I haven't had anything to drink since when I was back at the Shinigami building, living the good life. I haven't seen anyone in between that time period and the cell in the Phantomhive mansion certainly wasn't the place I wanted to be. All I wanted to do is go home.

I sighed, laying my head on the cold brick floor. A mouse scuttled by my head, its tiny paws mimicking the freedom that I did not have. I tried to glance down at the chains around my wrists and ankles binding me to the floor. My chainsaw was somewhere I did not know of. Oh, my baby! Once I get it back, I'll cut that brat's head off and paint it a pretty shade of red.

The iron door moved open slowly and a tall man dressed in black walked in. Sabas – chan.

"Grell, I have started the basis of the procedures on you just to see how you handled them, and it seems like you lived. So now you are ready for the ultimate treatment, ripping your soul from your body!" He laughed evilly.

I growled back. "A Shinigami can't die!" I lied. Yes, it is true that we will not die of old age, but even with our spectacular athletic abilities, we can die if we are fatally wounded. Or in my case, if your soul is ripped out.

He chuckled again. "Your soul will taste wonderful I'm sure, Grell. Now… for a change of environment."

He quickly undid the chain and led my handcuffed hands into a large room down the hall. It had a dark area with cement walls and nothing was in it except for a single chair, metal in the spotlight of a single bulb. The room didn't echo, but it didn't look like it ended either. The only walls that I could see were circular, next to the door which I had entered. As I walked along, I noticed something slippery underneath my red heels. It was blood. This was no banquet room.

Sebas – chan led me to the chair and bound my hands once more in the metal clasps soldered into the chairs' arm rests. I couldn't escape, although this was not a new concept for me.

Sebas – cahn left the room and returned shortly after. He had a dagger in his hands. It had a black surface with a sign engraved in it that envied the mark on Ciel's eye. Sebas – chan's eyes turned red with blood lust. "Welcome to hell."

"What do you mean?"

"Only splitting of the soul and body can happen in a special place, or else it will not work. Calm your breath for a minute. Can't you hear those voices?"

I held my uneven breath and heard it. Screams. People who had done bad in their life only to be paid back through eternity of torture. They were screams of agony and regret. Every so often I would hear laughter or "Yell for help! Make me hear that voice!" I started breathing heavily again. What was the demon planning?

"This is hell?"

"Hell comes in layers. This is the uppermost. The farther you go down, the harder it is to come up and the more vicious demons you meet. This is not my level, however, the young master would not let me put something deeper because it might lead to my fellow demons to come and seek his soul."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Watch and learn, Grell."

He took the knife, moving towards my chair and turned my wrist upright. He carefully cut the slightest scratch.

I started screaming as much as my lungs would let me. My eyes ran with tears of pain. It was the most agonizing thing I have ever experienced. I could feel imaginary red hot metal pressing into my wrist, ripping up my chest, slowly. It was taking every ounce of my strength to live now. The pain flooded to every section of my body, tormenting me in pain and anguish. This was torture unlike anything I have experienced.

"That was just the beginning. Soon enough I'll be able to cut your body into shreds and your mind, too. If cannot live through this little cut, you won't live to see anyone except me." He took the knife and ripped off my shirt with it. I felt a deeper cut go into my shoulder. I screamed again, louder than before, if possible. It tore through me once more like a pack of vultures tearing through rotten flesh of an animal. Suddenly, a thought passed through my brain. My favorite thing to drink was red wine. More pain went through my neck and up to my head. It racked my brain. Red wine? What about it? Wait… what was I thinking of? Never mind. The torture in my pain came to rest in the cut while my mind was throbbing.

"It's already starting," Sebas – chan said. "I split a little part of your soul. Every time I succeed, even in the smallest way, you will lose a memory. What did you forget? Don't worry, you don't have to worry about anything you don't remember."

I closed my eyes shut and couldn't believe what I heard. I would lose everything, even remembrance about my dear William and all the time we spent together. Tears started rolling down my checks again. I couldn't help it.

Every day, this was the process I went through. He soon cut my arms, chest, back, neck and face. More of my memories were lost. I had more scars and my blood leaked all over hell's floor from weeks of soul splitting. I don't ever remember falling asleep or going unconscious because of the pain or my fatigue, but today I had. I suppose not eating or drinking anything but your own blood that fell down your bleeding lips wasn't really the best meal. He cut me more than usual, smiling the whole time. Blood dripped down my already stained chest. He laughed one last time, and that was all I could remember before falling into sleep the first time in several months.

I woke up suddenly. Blood was covering me and my clothes were torn. Why? Why did I have scars? I tried to remember anything, something. The only things that I could uncover in my mind was that my name is Grell Sutcliff, I am a Shinigami, and the directions to the Shinigami building and my house. I looked at my hair. It was dark black with dirt. I needed to get out of here, fast. Something told me that where ever "here" was, it wasn't safe. I got up from the chair, the metal clasps undone. I walked out the nearest door I could find. It lead to the Shinigami building, as if knowing where I was going to find a hint as to what happened.

Pain raced through me, setting the scars on fire. It only lasted a single moment. I laughed. It doesn't matter who I am. I know who I am, I am a killer. A monster who kills everything without regrets, leaving my victims in the most pain possible. No nonsense allowed. Just murder. Murder filled me with joy. But first I need to get some new clothes instead of these stupid red rags.

Violent. I know. I would want to emphasis the hurting of Grell more, but I think most people would get the idea. I really enjoy writing bloody stuff, and this was probably the most interesting chapter for me to write. This took up over four pages on a word document, and hardly any space here. Oh well. Thank you for the views, reviews, follows, and likes! I love you!