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Ciel stared at her aunt in growing horror.
No, No!
"Please, young mistress, it isn't that horrible… at least you're not a boy, it would be much worse if you were." Sebastian tried to placate her.
She turned to him, eyes wild.
"Not that horrible! Look at that thing! It's all frilly and, and PINK! It's everything I despise about dresses and gowns! NO! I won't do it!" it wasn't often she lost her composure in such a way, however it was unavoidable in this case.
She was trying to play it off as horror at having to wear such a monstrosity, but it was getting difficult to conceal her growing anxiety and panic.
No one other than Sebastian knew, what really happened during her imprisonment, no one else even knew that she had been imprisoned…and she wanted to keep it that way.
She did not want to dress in that, that thing her Aunt Red called a formal dress, just to have a sick, perverted man hit on her, let him take her wherever he was taking his other victims, so that they could catch him in the act… why couldn't Lizzie do it!?
She sighed, she knew Lizzie would never be able to go through with it.
She looked to Sebastian, her eyes pleading… she didn't, couldn't do it, she felt pitiful to beg in such a way, but she was desperate.
"Would you leave us, Madam Red, Lou? Young Mistress must get ready."
Her Aunt Red squealed in happiness, as both she and Lou left the room.
Finally alone with her Butler, Ciel allowed the distress she was feeling show on her face.
Sebastian tsked as he lead her to the chair set before the vanity, before beginning to remove her clothes.
"Young Mistress, you are not a boy… and one day you will have to start mingling with other aristocrats your own age, male aristocrats, you can't leave this world without giving an heir to the Phantomhive line, now can you? Maybe it is better for you to start now… dressing, and acting more as your gender implies?"
She was down to nothing but her shirt by now, and frowned as she made her way to her bathroom for her bath.
She knew on certain level that Sebastian was right, but she didn't know if she could do it, she had never been naked in front of anyone other than her mother and father, Tanaka, Lizzie, Sebastian, and her… kidnappers.
However Sebastian was the only one she let touch her, or see her naked since she escaped.
He woke her, dressed her, made most of her food, he took care of her.
He's seen her scars, both her physical, and mental ones.
There has been many a night when she asked him to stay with her, too scared to sleep on her own.
At first he had simply stood there, then he laid there, now he slept there, as she cuddled into him. She knew he never actually fell asleep, but he would close his eyes, and breathe deeply… letting her believe he had fallen asleep.
Maybe it had something to do with the contract they shared, but their bond had developed quickly over the year they had been together.
She trusted him, deeply, and she knew, just knew, he would never let harm of any sort come to her as long as he lived.
Ciel wasn't delusional, she knew he was bound to, as long as he was her master, to protect her, and never any harm come to her.
However, she knew there were loopholes, if she didn't order him to do something, he needed do it, and if he truly didn't care, he could've left her every night she asked him to stay, he could've ignored her silent plea for physical affection, he wouldn't be speaking soothing words of encouragement as he bathed her.
She had panted and cried as he secured the corset, he simply wiped her tears away with his thumb, before running a brush through her hair in a calming gesture.
After placing her naturally wavy hair into high pigtails, he helped her into a different dress.
It wasn't the one her Aunt Red had tried to force on her, though very similar, instead of the sickening pink and white, it was a blood red, with black lining, and elbow length black gloves.
The hat was much the same, and placed in such a way that her contract eye wasn't visible behind her side swept bangs.
All in all, she looked beautiful, her pale skin contrasting nicely with the dark colors of her hair and dress.
"Are you ready, young mistress?" Sebastian asked, his hand placed on her shoulder in silent comfort.
No, she wasn't ready not at all.
"Yes, I'm ready."
Sebastian smiled at his brave Mistress, leading her from her bedroom.
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