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She groaned softly and sat up, waking groggily from her light sleep. She had been in too much pain to sleep properly. The damned creature had bound the bandages well but that didn't prevent the bleeding, nor did anything to prevent the pain.
Sadist monsters.
Blood was beginning to seep through the white bandages. She went to touch it but found herself unable to. Blinking in surprise she tugged at her wrist and hissed in pain as something cold cut into her delicate looking limb. Looking down she saw the thin silver shackle around her wrist, but it was tight and didn't move from its secure place at the thinnest point on her wrist. She tugged it once more, causing the chain attached to the bedpost to clink together but not allow her any more movement. It was a wonder this hadn't woken her at some point while she slept.
She sighed softly. How could this have ever happened from just passing the stupid Earl on the street?!
More hatred built in her. What she wouldn't give to see him drop dead at any moment now. She had done little but meet his eyes once, and now she was being held captive by a sadistic little monster.
The heavy door unlocked once more and the blue eyed… thing… came in. He didn't look happy. Then again, she wasn't either.
"What do you want?" She asked bitterly.
"I want your actual name Emily." He hissed in annoyance.
"Again, why is this of such importance to you? Why would you possibly care if I gave you a fake name or not?" This made Ciel think for a moment.
Why did he want to know her name so desperately?
A dark smile flickered across his features.
"Simple, I want to break you. I want to be the one to destroy that mental power which you posses and show you just what your place in society is. Seeing as you clearly do not know it yourself."
This caught her off guard slightly.
"Do as you please, you won't discover my real name, this pain is only temporary." She said smugly, looking past him as if he meant nothing.
Though in her eyes, he was worth nothing anyway.
His smirk never altered. He walked gracefully across the room.
"I have come to the conclusion that you have a high pain tolerance. So, no matter what I inflict on you, it will not have much effect, am I correct in assuming so?" He asked her, continuing to pace around the room slowly.
She nodded stiffly. She didn't know where this conversation was heading, but it couldn't possibly end well for her.
"I see. Keeping this in mind, I have decided to go along a different route. I am sure if the same pain is inflicted on say, someone like your grandmother, they will quite willingly tell me what I would like to know before I would feel the need to kill them. Don't you agree?"
She froze completely, barely understanding his words anymore. Surely… He wasn't using her poor defenceless grandmother as a threat. The only who had looked after her so kindly when no one else would take her in. The only who had kept her title safe and untarnished.
Was he really that cruel?
The cold, dangerous glint in his dark eyes confirmed her suspicions.
"Ciel… no… please," She whispered, not looking up at him anymore. She wouldn't dare let him see the tears beginning to form in her eyes. He couldn't hurt her! Not the one person who cared about her. She didn't give a damn if he went after anyone else, just not her.
Ciel blinked when she mentioned his name. He had a hunch she would know. How, he had no idea. But she knew somehow. She seemed to know ever other detail about him.
"So Emily, tell me your real name and there will be no need to hurt your grandmother." He said silkily, standing only inches from her.
Her lower lip trembled slightly. "…Rosalie Ashford." She spat glaring at him with disgust and hatred.
Ciel froze.
"… Ashford?" He repeated.
The burning hatred in her eyes slowly merged into to a dark look that promised nothing but evil. A look that could match the Earl's quite easily.
"Ciel Phantomhive… You have made a very powerful enemy."
But she was shocked when he smirked back at her. He placed one of his knees on the bed, placing both his hands on either side of her head on the headboard. She tried to slip underneath his arm quickly, but he jerked the chain that was attaching her wrist to the bed sharply, pulling her backwards and back underneath him.
"Have I now, my dear? Do remember where you are… Your grandmother will never be able to track you down here. Even with your family's influence over the Queen and the Scotland Yard." He chuckled.
"You cannot honestly think that is true. I am an Ashford. The Queen requires my services more then she requires yours. Once my grandmother reports me missing, you will be tracked down without a doubt." She snarled. Ciel grabbed onto her chin, forcing her to look at him. Her piercing stone coloured eyes battled against his now blood coloured ones.
"The Queen would not suspect her own guard dog. She will ask me to find you. In which case, I could easily pretend you were murdered, and she would never be the wiser." Rosalie gaped at him.
"Why me, Ciel? What have I ever done to deserve this? All I did was look at you!" She demanded in a harsh whisper.
He chuckled.
"You tempted a demon with your sinful looks… You shall never leave this place Rosalie. So get used to it. I want to break you… dominate your body and soul, until you learn to serve me willingly." He smirked, leaning in close to her ear and nibbling it gently.
Ciel noticed how her hand fisted the silken bed sheets beneath her. He smirked, at her futile attempts to control her anger.
"You expect me, me of all people, to be your slave? Who do you think you are?" She demanded.
He grinned down at her. "I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive and if I want you as my slave, you shall be it, understand?" He breathed into her ear, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
"Then you may as well kill me now, as I refuse to be your slave."
He chuckled. "Let's make a deal shall we? Your loyalty towards me… we'll call it a barrier. This barrier prevents me from doing anything to your grandmother." He explained. Every nerve in her body turned to ice.
"You bastard…"
He grabbed her chin roughly again, he was so close that his dark hair brushed lightly off her forehead. "Such language is very unbecoming of a lady of your status."
"It is very unbecoming of an Earl to kidnap people." She countered. He chuckled. "My, my, what wit you possess my dear. Though it will get you nowhere here. Just behave just like a good little girl and maybe you'll be treated better…" He smirked down at her.
She matched it with a cold glare.
"I am not your slave Earl Phantomhive." She hissed.
"Believe me Lady Ashford, if you accept your new place in life, things will be much easier for you."
He smirked down at her once more before standing up and walking out the room. She was about to lunge at him in her anger but the chain stopped her from moving.
A few hours later Rosalie was shaken awake roughly. She groaned and sat up. She was about to brush her hair out of her eyes when she remembered that she was still chained to the bedpost. She frowned when she saw some blood on the shackle. She watched a drop splatter onto the white bed sheets with a sigh.
She stared at the person who had so rudely woken her. The butler clad in black smiled at her. "Good morning Rosalie."
"You have no right to refer to me so informally!" She snapped furiously, glaring at the demon butler who was acting absurd. He chuckled. "Lady Ashford…Do remember that now you work under Bocchan. You are now my equal."
He nearly laughed again as a look of pure horror crossed her features. She was about to give another snide remark when Sebastian unlocked the chain from the bedpost and jerked it suddenly, pulling her to her feet. She glared at him.
"Was that really necessary?" She demanded, ignoring the searing pain in her wrist. "I did not know how compliant you were going to be. It was just to save time." He explained unhooking the chain but leaving the cuff on.
"Now Rosalie. Today Lady Middleford will be here to spend time with Bocchan. I expect you to be on perfect behaviour. Lady Middleford knows nothing about the world of demons or the like. I have been instructed to punish you in any way I see fit if you suggest anything about demons, or who you are, to Lady Middleford." His infernal smirk was slowly but surely driving her to the brink of insanity.
"I do not take orders from servants, however, I will listen to you this once." She said, crossing her arms and looking to another area of the room.
Truth be told, she looked away and didn't argue merely to mask her shock. She had known they weren't human, but demons? She swallowed in apprehension. She had prayed the Master and butler had been some other creature, anything else. She could remember, vaguely, what these creatures were capable of. They were twisted. Contracts with them were often two-sided.
Sebastian smirked when he noticed her reaction, walking slowly in-front of her line of vision and tipping her chin up lightly. She jumped slightly in surprise, but quickly covered her surprise, masking it perfectly with a look of disgust as he touched her.
"What's this, little Rosalie? You were not aware of what we are?"
"Of course I was you incompetent fool!"
He leaned in close to her ear, noting she was trembling ever so slightly. "Then why are you so shocked? Fear is leaking out of your every pore. I can sense it, smell it. It makes me ravenous."
His smirk grew as every fibre in her body stilled and her breathing hitched. He continued to lean in close to her neck, letting his cool breath roll over her skin, causing her to shiver. He inhaled deeply and could feel his mouth water at her sweet scent.
He could fully understand why his Master had decided to take her with no real reason or logic. Or without even thinking through the possible consequences of his kidnapping of the Lady. Her scent was deliriously delicious. He wanted to consume her now, consume her body and soul-
Rosalie suddenly shoved against his chest, causing him to stumble back a step from her. Her face was expressionless but her eyes held a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. They quickly settled back to disgust.
"Don't you dare touch me you monster."
Sebastian smirked at the near white haired girl. Oh how he did enjoy a challenge.
"You have fifteen minutes to get ready. Your uniform is in the bathroom." He explained, indicating to an adjoining room. She nodded, only half paying attention.
Sebastian left her in order to get ready. Rosalie was silently contemplating her options. She washed quickly and dressed in the maid uniform. She couldn't believe what she was wearing. She looked at herself in revulsion. There was nothing remotely appealing about this uniform.
She frowned and tried to smooth out the non-existent creases in the uniform. She combed out her hair and tied some of it back with some black ribbon.
Just as she finished tying it, Sebastian came back in. She barely held back a glare towards him. She wanted nothing to do with him. All she wanted was to go home.
She knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Sebastian circled her, inspecting her carefully. "Good, you look presentable. Lady Middleford shall be arriving at any moment. Once she does, make sure to serve her appropriately. She may not know who you are. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" He asked with mock sweetness.
She gave him an equally fake sweet smile. "Crystal,"