A/N: Warning! Non-con ahead...


Sebastian had stood at the window, staring down at the ground, for a few moments more. His gloved fingers threatened to splinter the window sill. Rose. He gritted his teeth and shoved himself away from the window. "Damnit," he said louder than his normal tone.

The whole scene replayed in his mind. When he'd seen that demon holding his blade against Rose's throat, it had awoken a dormant flame within him, an uncontrollable rage. Sebastian had wanted nothing more than to rip him limb from limb with his own bare hands.

He almost wished that Ciel were able to take care of himself. Sebastian would've been after them in a split-second if he could leave Ciel alone for a time. However, at the moment, his young master was in no way ready to defend himself against anyone on his own. He clenched his fists and reminded himself that Rosalina was a demon herself; therefore, she would be alright until he could get to her. She'll be alright.

In the back of his mind, however, thoughts of Dragus surfaced. He knew how he was. The things he could and would do to Rose were horrifying for anyone to imagine. Sebastian thought for a moment about the fastest way to get Ciel's abilities under control.

He'd have to break contract.


"Hello, Rose."

The voice startled her. She'd been talking amongst a group of demons in her class when the deep voice came to her ear. Turning, she saw him, the brown haired demon butler she'd thoroughly pissed off years before. She straightened. "Oh, great; it's you. What was your name again?" she asked, annoyed.

His hand shot to her throat and she started pulling at his arm to free her. "Dragus Verrine, but you'll call me Sir here and later you'll be calling me Master," he whispered cruelly. "I'll see you after class," he said louder, releasing her.

This demon had been put in charge of her class since the previous professor had been reassigned. She rubbed her neck, swallowing hard. Honestly, she had long feared this demon; ever since she'd first laid eyes upon him at court, he'd sent chills up her spine. Now, Sebastian wasn't here to help her anymore. She had no protection from this demon.

After her class finished and all the demons had left, she obviously was left alone with her teacher. "Come," he commanded her. Rose was hesitant to follow. Dragus let out a burst of energy and looked over his shoulder, his eyes glowing. Her boots created a soft clacking against the stone floor.

The demon led her down a dark hallway at the back of the classroom. Her heart started to beat harder as she emerged into his office. The desk at the center was an ebony colored wood. Strewn across the top were books and miscellaneous files. There were a few candles illuminating the room.

In a flash, he was in her face. She tried not to flinch. "I don't appreciate your attitude, Rose. I guess it's to be expected, though. You were created by a most disrespectful and ungrateful demon," he noted, which immediately put her off. She gritted her teeth in response, trying not to land herself in deeper shit.

He reached up behind her, to her hair, and released her low pony-tail, which was a requirement of butlers with long hair. Rose looked away from him in disgust as he fingered her hair, bring it to his nose and inhaling gently. She wanted so badly to lash out, but knew that, in her position, she'd either die or be imprisoned for a very long time. It would be to her benefit to just deal with it. A demon of his age and position in the hierarchy could do, basically, whatever he pleased.

"When I'm done with you, you'll wish you'd never interfered. What you did cost me a newborn soul. I'd been promised that boy's soul once she'd conceived, as well as her own, but that little bitch had a miscarriage. Thanks to you, the egg never fully developed and, even if he'd been born, he'd never have been worth eating," he growled into her ear.

Rosalina now understood why he'd given her that look that day. He wanted nothing more than to make her pay for what she did. She had yet to eat any soul, but she knew that the taste of a soul depended solely, forgive the pun, on the innocence of the person or lack thereof. The truly innocent tasted like heaven itself. You couldn't get more innocent than a newborn child. She was thoroughly disgusted by this demon and she dreaded what would become of her.


Rosalina slowly opened her eyes. Dragus had knocked her out not long after they'd left the manor. She had no idea where she was, but she sensed the cold air around her and figured that she was either in the deepest levels of Hell or still in the human realm.

She found herself stripped of all clothing, strung up by chains attached to the rafters above. Her hair felt wet against her back and shoulders. Her breath turned to fog in front of her face. Rose tried twisting her wrists free, but there was no give; the shackles were snug.

She froze when she heard the slow footsteps coming from the darkness. They echoed around her. She glanced in all directions trying to hone in on the origin. Two red dots gave it away. "Forgive me; I had to wash his scent from you. It was a putrid stench," he chided. He stood before her and grasped her chin. "You truly are a filthy whore," he said, nonchalant.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, finding her voice, shaky as it was.

"You, Rose, are just a means to an end. I couldn't care less about you. It's Sebastian that I want…impaled on a giant spear," he hissed. "Your torture and death would please me, and he and I go way back, farther than you can imagine."

"What are you planning?" she asked, jerking her chin from his fingers.

Dragus shrugged and smiled. "Dunno. I haven't made up my mind yet. Maybe I'll just kill you and send the pieces to that butler," he said, walking around her. He seemed to be analyzing every inch of her. Stopping in front of her, he peered into her eyes, "Maybe I want to finish what I started centuries ago."


"You do understand your position here, correct?" he asked. She clenched her jaw tight and nodded, fearing where this conversation would lead. "Good." Dragus traced her cheek with his fingertips and rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. Rose still refused to look at him. "Kneel," he said, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. When she hesitated, he sighed, "I will not repeat myself, Rose." He grasped a handful of her hair and pulled her down to her knees. "I'll be lenient this time, but from now on, I expect you to be in this position as soon as I ask. Understood?"

She hissed when he gripped her hair tighter. Rose nodded. Her rage was reaching an all-time high at that moment, but she also felt this undeniable fear of this demon. Her gaze fell to the floor and she swallowed hard when she heard the metallic sound of his belt buckle. She held her breath, biting her lip to keep from making any sort of sound, when there was a pop of a button. Her nails scratched deep into the fabric of her pants when she heard the zipper, every link echoing around her.

Rosalina had never felt this way before. Even before Sebastian came into her life, she'd never felt this sort of fear. The rage she had felt many times, but never mixed with this level of fear, which made her hands begin to tremble. Preparing herself for what was to come, she took a breath to steady herself. She had to stay strong. Letting him see her fear would be even worse and she refused to give him the satisfaction.

"Open," he commanded. When she hesitated once more, she felt the back of his hand whip her head to one side, the contact stinging her cheek. "Open," he repeated. Rose complied. Closing her eyes, she felt the thick member being pushed into her mouth, rubbing against her tongue. She felt disgusted and ashamed. When the tip hit the back of her throat, she nearly gagged. "Now, suck."

She started slowly, pulling her head back and forth, only doing the bare minimum to please him. Apparently, it wasn't enough because the demon growled in displeasure, grabbing a handful of hair once more. When he crammed himself into her throat, she did gag, her eyes beginning to water. Dragus guided her movements and met them with a rhythmic thrusting of his hips.

The speed at which he took her mouth was throwing off her balance; so she raised her hands, resting them on his thighs to steady herself. She wanted so badly to fight him, to push him away, spit out the taste of him, and gag herself, anything that would help ease this feeling. She'd never felt so helpless.

Rose heard the demon's breathing begin to hasten, the muscle in her mouth hardened even more. He pushed into her, spilling the hot liquid in the back of her mouth. She tried to close her throat to keep it from running into her throat. The taste made her want to puke.

He pulled out and slammed his hand over her nose and mouth. "Swallow," he hissed at her, tilting her head back. She choked a few times, but made herself swallow the disgusting cum. When he finally released her, she fell to the floor, choking and gasping for air. Dragus paid her no mind while he adjusted himself and sat at his desk.

"You're dismissed," he said, not looking in her direction. Putting on his glasses and focusing his attention on the files before him, he added, "for now."


A/N: Hope you enjoyed that…just a warning…it'll get worse from here on out.