Death Eaters somehow managed to get an old mansion in a secluded area, where the children's wails wouldn't be heard. Not only that, Death Eaters' hideout was in atrocious conditions. The place, especially the torture room, was unsanitary. Everything was shabby and would crumble at touch. Corpses were carelessly cast wherever there was space. Small rodents gnawed at random pieces of flesh. Even those who were alive were broken and lifeless.
The condition was more dreadful for Ciel. While other captives were those of lower or middle class, Ciel was used to the luxury as an aristocrat. Even without poor conditions, he had been repeatedly tortured and humiliated for amusement. He was tortured daily with "the Cruciatus Curse," as called by the group. He didn't know what the group was called and didn't care to learn. The nightmare continued for so long that Ciel lost count, lost hope that someone will rescue him.
Days have passed without any torture. There actually weren't any signs of the group at all. They ceased to visit the room entirely; no tortures, no food, nothing at all. Ciel was suspicious, of course, but he didn't complain. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and two distinct groups came in. One was obviously Death Eaters. The other was an assortment of people who hated the Phantomhives.
"Where's the Phantomhive boy? I really hope he's in a good enough condition," said a man wearing a strange mask.
"Oh, don't worry. Don't fret over how fragile condition he's in. He should be good enough," answered a Death Eater, "for your… amusement. We'll be back in a while to collect the body."
Death Eaters left the place as abruptly as they appeared. The group started setting up the place for some kind of ritual. One had drawn a circle around a table that looked like the one used in demonic rituals. Then, two men dragged Ciel out and chained him on the counter. Ciel was in no shape to resist nor care at this point. He thought death threat was just a bluff, and he was used to pain by now. But this was different. The masked man walked over with a knife, held it up, and actually stabbed Ciel on his abdomen and near his heart.
"AHHHHH!" Ciel started screaming. He desperately clung to his feeble life as the man continued to stab him slowly. He thought over and over how he wanted revenge and hated himself for being so powerless when he heard a scream that wasn't his own. Ciel looked up to see the man was fatally wounded near his heart. He stared in a confused daze when he heard a voice.
"Well, aren't you… A very small master. You have summoned me. This fact will not change for eternity. What has been sacrificed will never be returned. Now… Choose."
"This is an order! Kill them!" Ciel somehow found his voice to shout as his right eye lit up.