Rosalie stared absently at the ceiling above her. She had found nothing better to do over the past couple of… days? She had lost count if it was days or if it was months already. It must have been some amount of time, her wounds had practically healed by now. Deep in the back of her mind, she was getting worried. She hadn't seen head nor tail of either the butler or Earl. She was still hoping, despite everything, that the Earl would eventually get bored and release her. Or the Queen would get involved. Though, she knew her outlook was bleak. She could hope though, if nothing else.

It's not as though she had anything else left at this point.

She knew the only way she'd leave this god forsaken place was if she could manage to escape, or else she would leave the premises with a sheet draped over her dead body. Rosalie shuddered when the second option seemed to be the most likely at this stage.

How long has she been in here?

With a heavy sigh she stood up, pacing aimlessly around the room. She had to get it clear in her head.

Earl Phantomhive had kidnapped her, reasons unknown really other than he was acting off a whim and was too stubborn to back away from a challenge. Her, unfortunately being that said challenge. The butler wouldn't help her if that meant going against his master. She had considered belittling herself to the point of attempting to make the butler fall for her, then making him leave the doors unlocked allowing for a silent and clean get away. But as the days wore on, she realised this was as stupid as attempting ram the door down.

The butler had said himself he wasn't prepared to help her.

She sighed again, sitting on the edge of the bed, tucking some blonde strands behind her ear. It was maddening. As much as she didn't want to see the crazed Earl that had a bloodlust problem, being kept in this room endlessly was even worse. She also knew there would be no way to affect that heart of stone that the master of the house had. Rosalie knew he would never fall for her. She felt somewhat happy about that, pretending to love that creature would probably kill her quicker than he would.

She stood up again walking over to the solid wooden door. She didn't understand it. She would fall asleep, sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes for what she assumed could have been a few days. Food would always be there when she awoke though. Rosalie often attempted to stay awake, tempted to ambush whoever was delivering the food and making her escape that way. But she always fell asleep. Always.

She also quickly realised they would only come when she was asleep. Therefore the longer she was awake, the less food she would receive. Eventually she just passed out, and to her frustration when she opened her eyes, a hot meal was on the bedside table next to her.

Rosalie pressed her shoulder against the door, testing the strength of the door. It didn't budge an inch, not even with her full weight against it.

So ramming down the door really wasn't a possibility.

Rosalie whined softly, pressing her back against the door and sliding down its smooth surface until she sat on the floor. Soft sobs raked through her that she just couldn't contain. She couldn't possibly live here like this! She would go mad! What about her grandmother? Was she still alright?
She took in a deep breath, quietening her sobs until they stopped completely. She had to think clearly.

She had been in here for countless weeks. She had established that much during her confinement. Not really much help. Rosalie knew seducing her way out wasn't going to work either. The door wouldn't budge and that would cause too much noise. She frowned, looking around the room as she stood up. She walked to the other side of the room, to the large French windows. She sighed once again, pressing her forehead against the cool pane of glass.

Rosalie wished she could be outside. Despite what she thought of the Earl, it was undeniable that he had some of the most beautiful grounds she had ever seen in an estate. She couldn't help but wonder if he used to love running around outside in those grounds when he was a child. Rosalie could picture it so perfectly. A small young boy running happily and laughing in the beautiful summer evenings, the warm glow of the sun on him as it dipped behind the trees.

Rosalie scoffed at herself, pressing her hands against the glass as well. Why the hell was she thinking of the madman as a child? She would only go soft around him.

There was a soft popping sound, and Rosalie nearly had a heart-attack.

With a small yelp, she jumped back from the window as a cold breeze raised goose bumps on her skin. She couldn't believe her eyes.

The window… was wide open.

They didn't lock the windows.

She could escape!

The room nearly spun around her as all the thoughts bombarded her at once.

She pressed herself carefully out the window, looking at the drop below her.

Her room was on the second floor. It would be dodgy, but it was her only escape route.

Without a second thought, she turned to her bed and ripped the sheets violently from it, giggling gleefully to herself.

Abigail jumped at the sound of the study door being slammed open, the door missing her only by centimetres as she dusted the bookshelves in Ciel's office. She spun around, gaping at the Earl who had suddenly barged in unannounced. As she thought about it though, it was his house. Of course he would barge in unannounced.

Abigail suddenly felt an incredible amount of sympathy for the other servants if this is what Ciel was usually like.

The man in question collapsed into his plush office chair ungracefully, running a hand through his dark silken hair, groaning quietly to himself. Abigail watched him curiously, dusting the shelves at lot slower than she had to begin with.

She stilled her actions completely when his dark blue eye stopped at her, their eyes clashing for dominance for a split second before Abigail merely rolled her caramel eyes, continuing with her dusting.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was low, rough and it sent chills down her spine instantly. She turned slowly, facing him as she walked over to him, making sure to swing her hips as she walked. It worked in her favour, his eye immediately dropped, watching the gently sauntering hips walking towards him. "Whatever do you mean Early? I'm merely doing as you asked and keeping the house tidy." She chimed sweetly.

"I never expected you capable of housework. You have never struck me as that type of a woman."

She giggled softly. "Oh I'm not, don't be disillusioned. And I will prove that if you almost smack me with another door."

This caused him to crack a smirk. "I apologise for not noticing your presence behind my study door." The sarcasm was dripping off his voice, causing Abigail to scoff. "Always kind to ladies, aren't you?"

"I am very courteous to a lady. I see none before me."

Abigail twitched slightly but didn't say anything in response. Instead she leaned over the desk and plucked the file Ciel was carrying clean out of his hands. He glowered at her. "Abigail…" He called warningly. She merely dismissed him with a wave of her wrist and she flicked open the file. But before she could so much as read the opening title, the file was snatched from her. The Earl was looming over her, his expression dark. She merely smiled sweetly, her eyes never leaving his as she kneeled down to pick up a page that had fallen from the file. Her curiosity was piqued as she looked down at the picture.

Abigail tilted her head, analysing the picture.

"So this is the missing boy huh?" She asked softly. Ciel watched her extremely closely. He was surprised that she would soften at the thought of a missing boy, considering she was probably the one who took him. It wouldn't have been the first time after all.

"Yes, Edward Cunningham. Seven years old. Will eventually inherit the title of Viscount from his father." Ciel murmured, still paying attention to her reactions.

But she had none. Aside from the slight affection in her eyes, she showed no remorse or guilt he had been suspecting.

"How do you know of him?" He questioned her. It took her a minute to tear her eyes away from the boy's picture and blinked at the coldness in Ciel's eyes.

"Oh don't tell me you think I had something to do with this! Don't be ludicrous."

"I asked you a question Abigail."

She sighed angrily and glared up at him. "I work underground, of course I would hear wind of plans to abduct a little boy, especially one of high status." She snapped. "Lau knows of it too, we all do. But it's not as if we all kidnapped the boy."

Ciel stared down suspiciously at the furious brunette in-front of him.

"You seem terribly defensive."

She let out an exasperated cry. "Oh seriously Ciel! I've been here minding the house with the other servants the two weeks you were away in Wales looking for the boy. Ask the other servants yourself if you honestly think I'm so deceiving."

Ciel looked at her carefully and smiled, gently running his fingertips down her cheek. Her anger disappeared and slowly melded into confusion. "You are like a sweet little open book… My dear Abby, I would never suspect you. The boy's dead body would have shown up by now if you were involved after all."

She giggled softly. "Oh don't you know me well?" He chuckled, smiling at her cute little smile. He couldn't understand it, maybe her happiness was just contagious that way. His lips gently brushed her cheek, causing a light blush to rise on her cheeks. He found he liked that colour on her. "Well then Abigail… With your expertise, why don't you tell me all you know about this situation?" He breathed in her ear.

She shuddered and glanced up innocently. "About this situation hmm? Well… What are you doing?" she suddenly questioned as his lips descended onto her throat, which was currently displayed perfectly for the Earl as her dark curls were being held up in a lose bun by a navy ribbon.

"Oh nothing… Tell me what I want to hear Abigail." His voice had gotten lower again, husky. She shivered and moaned quietly as he lips brushed her soft spot in the junction of her neck and shoulder. "You've searched for two weeks now haven't you?" she questioned breathily. He hummed in agreement to her statement. "In that case… the boy is probably done for."

Ciel pulled back, looking down at her. She looked up at him in confusion. "Done for?" He repeated quietly, trailing his fingers along her sides.

"Look at him Ciel…" her caramel eyes dropped down to the picture once more. "Ignoring the fact he's quite high up the social chain, he's quite striking to look at. Blonde hair, eyes that are nearly silver… Completely unblemished skin… There's only one reason he was taken. If he's quiet, he'll still be alive but he'll be wishing he was dead. If he was lucky enough, he'll be dead. He's better of six feet under than were he probably is now. Take my word for it Ciel, if anyone knows what they're talking about it's me."

Ciel contemplated her words.

"What did you do with them Abigail?"

She smiled. "I wound find the most atheistically pleasing young boys. They were never hard to capture. Especially not in a big town like London. People knew of the children of nobility, but they wouldn't be able to recognise them. All you would have to do is pretend he was your little brother who had run away from home. Regardless what he screamed, the public would believe you." She twirled a lose curl around her finger, her eyes distancing as she recalled the memories.

"About once a month there would be a sale. The most charming looking young boys you had ever seen would be there. As well as some unwanted girls that had got caught up in the mix. Pretty little things. Usually died quite quickly. But I suppose in the end, they were the lucky ones. One by one, I would stand by the sidelines watching the boys get sold. The ones I bring forward usually fetch a high price. Once he's sold to some disgusting Lord from the country, a hooded figure hands me the money and I leave. All the facts point to the exact same thing happening to your boy." She explained.

He was surprised there was no remorse across her features, even now.

"Why?" He asked drily. Her eyes flickered back up to him, zoning back to the present day.

"The money Ciel. The money. I needed the money and those pathetic old men paid a fortune for young boys like that."

"Did you ever regret it?" He asked tonelessly.

"No."

An odd silence passed between them as her eyes dared him to challenge her and her life choices. He gave no reaction but continue to stare at her.

"When is the next sale?"

"It's probably in a matter of days. They're usually towards the end of the month."

Another silence passed between them. Neither of them uncomfortable with it.

"Why have you told me all this? I have enough information in that one conversation to send you to the gallows." She smiled at him.

"Ah but you won't tell anyone. We have a deal remember? I'll keep you protected whenever you visit my turf, so long as the Queen never knows of my whereabouts and you get the information you need. Did you honestly believe Sebastian alone could keep you safe?" She snorted. "All the scars on my back are thanks to you." She added softly.

"The least you could do is keep your mouth shut about where my current location. Imagine, the enemy of the Queen being right beneath her in the den of her watchdog."

He smirked at her, cupping her cheek lightly and kissing her forehead. "You are entertaining as always. But yes, your location will remain hidden so long as I get information I need. Remember you will always work for me Abigail." His eyes hardened as he looked at her, making sure the statement had sunk in.

She merely grinned back.

"Why would I have it any other way?"

With that statement she stepped back out of his touch and dropped the picture of the boy on his desk. "You best hurry if you want him alive and not a slave to some old lord. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to give food to Rosalie."

"You spoke to her?"

She blinked at him, looking at him in confusion. "No, you specifically asked that I didn't. Plus she's always unconscious from the mist in the room that gets sprayed in there before anyone walks in."

She had him there.

"Then how do you know her name?"

She smirked darkly. "Of course I have my ways darling. I am rather good at … obtaining information."

He laughed at her and smiled, dismissing her. Oh yes… She was most entertaining.

Abigail grinned as she easily balanced the tray of food on one hand as she waltzed down the hallway to the captive's room. She pulled the key out of her dress where it had been lying in the valley of her breasts, attached to a thin chain around her neck.

She pulled it off and unlocked the door, knowing Sebastian had already misted the room. Abigail pushed open the door and walked towards the bed.

The tray slipped from her hand.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" She yelped as she threw herself against the open window, looking out of it and looking out frantically. The tied together sheets just swung limply in the light breeze.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Ciel! Ciel!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, running the way she came.

Oh god, he was going to kill her.