A/N: Special thanks to for pointing out misspelling Ciel's name. My apologies and corrected. Spelling is my weak spot, but I hope my plots make up for. I'll go back and correct after theis story is finished :)
Again, forgive my rusty German, but I think I have everything strait. My hubby loved the action in this one, and in the next chapter, I'll go into more details about what Finny did.
Also, the hubby wrote a Black Butler crossover with xxxHolic. You may want to check his story out.
The Tight Spot, part 4
Finny let the coachman, Barrington, lead him into, what he assumed, was his new home. It was half the size of the Phantomhive home, but he could care less. He only wanted to feel "home" again. He didn't struggle with the coachman in the least. He had dried his tears on the way and decided he had to obey his new master, because Master Ciel wanted him to leave. He had to at least respect what Master Ciel had done for him, and respect this last request.
He looked around. It was the same kind of furnishing and things he expected to find at Phantomhive, only on a smaller scale. Barrington whistled and two burly men joined them on their march upstairs.
Finny knew he could resist all three men easily, even though all of them were at least four times his size. He just couldn't disappoint Master Ciel, even though he was cast off. He'd try to make Master Ciel proud of him in the service for Sir Garner. Maybe if he did a good job for Sir Garner, Master Ciel would take him back. Maybe he could go back home, to his... family.
The words "home" and "family" were a little less strange to him now. He still had to puzzle them out some more. He was trembling when he saw the large door on the second level of the house creak open. He saw a lavish bedroom before him. He was shoved in before he could take in much.
Barrington demanded that he strip out of his clothes and changed into some different clothing on the bed. It was strange, indigo clothing to Finny. He'd never even heard of the word "kimono" before today, so he didn't know how to wear it. It looked like a robe, though. Finny shook his head and covered the back of his neck with his hand. Those clothes wouldn't cover his tattoo. He shook his head more and said, "I can't."
"Master Dean won't be happy if you don't obey," the coachman snapped.
Finny waited a few minutes and then Barrington stepped towards him with a horse whip. This man would beat him for sure. He pleaded, "Okay! Please don't! I'll be good."
He started removing his clothes and got down to his shift and boxers. He was careful to keep his back away from them so they couldn't see the tattoo. Barrington smacked Finny across the chest with the whip and demanded, "All of it!"
The sting wasn't as terrible as some things he had been through, but he stumbled back, not having felt that kind of pain in a while. Why did Master Ciel sell him to this man? Had he really made Master Ciel this angry? After the tenth strike with the horsewhip to his right shoulder, the men around Finny gasped.
"You took that beating? Horses don't even disobey after that!" Barrington asked with wide eyes. "How could you take that beating? I've seen grown men, real hardened criminals, that can't take half of those lashes!"
Finny looked up innocently, blood now soaking his shift. He was very tough, but he could still bleed if enough damage was applied. "It didn't hurt me all that much, but why would you do that to horses? It would really hurt them. That's terrible!"
The man was shocked, and then he glared at Finny. Finny had the sense he had just said or done something not "normal." Maybe he should have acted as if he was hurt or something. Sometimes these things didn't come to him until after people reacted to him.
The coachman said, "Master Dean said we could do what we wanted with you except for claiming you. That is his privilege."
Finny was totally baffled. He had no idea what the man meant. The coachman didn't give Finnian a chance to ask anything before tearing off his underclothes. Yes, he was forced naked, again, in front of strangers, only this time he felt confused rather than helpless.
He would do as he was told for now to honor the Phantomhive household, but he was about to lose what little control he had. The men looked him up and down. Their faces went from some sort of cruel smirks to something like shock. "What kind of drugs did you do?! Good night... your arms and legs are covered in tracks! Master Dean won't like that. What are you hooked on?"
"I don't use anything. I hate shots," he admitted numbly, doing his best to cover himself. His face was blazing, and he was bleeding, now. This was so much like how he used to live.
"Now you're a fucking liar, you freak!" the coachman accused and then slapped Finnian across the face. He stumbled and fell to the floor. A woman came in, a maid, he assumed by her clothing. She carried a washbasin and didn't met his eyes. She scrubbed his skin free of blood and dabbed on some alcohol over the fresh wounds. She gasped when she got to his back and bolted away.
The coachman came around to Finny's back and gasped himself. "What the hell is that on your neck? S-012?"
Finny wouldn't answer. He just shook his head and let himself do something he hadn't in two years. He went numb. He wanted his tattoo to remain private, just like Master Ciel and Mister Sebastian had impressed on him. Now, he felt so violated, like his most intimate secrets were on display for the whole world to see. The only choice he had now was to withdraw into himself; his emotions shut down and his eyes grew dull.
Barrington sneered, slapped him several more times, and then said, "Fine! Don't talk, you lying piece of shit! Master Dean will loosen your tongue when he gets here."
Finny made his body limp as they forced him into the strange, indigo clothing. They shoved him to the mattress and put a collar and manacles on his neck and wrists. His bare ankles were also chained down, one to each post on the foot-board. Even at the place he lived before Sebastian had rescued him, they had never used a collar. It made him feel so lowly, so very dirty.
"Stay there and get that weird look off your face," Barrington said. "You'll get it slapped off, otherwise."
All Finny could do now was respond in a detached way, "Wie Sie wünschen. Sehr guter, Herr Doktor. Ich werde gehorchen." It came pouring from his mouth, and he despised himself for it. To give himself willing over to this type of treatment again wasn't what he wanted... ever! Yet here it was again. There was the start of a little flame of anger towards Master Ciel. Why had his master sold him into this?
"What about the wine cellar?!" Ciel raged and slammed his hands on his desk.
"The door was opened," Sebastian reported.
"Finny broke it down?"
"No, it was broken into. A note was left, but I could tell it wasn't from Finnian."
Ciel snatched the note, gazed at it, and nodded. "Obviously. Sir Garner may forge a good hand, but he has no clue about Finny's education level. Not only is the grammar too perfect, Finnian would never use the words insipid, tepid, and vapid... EVER... to describe his work here!" He slammed the forged note on his desk. "How did he get Finny out of the wine cellar?"
"More than likely, a skeleton key of some sort. The wine cellar's lock isn't as sophisticated as other locks in the house. I, like you, assumed Finnian would stay put after he'd been talked to this morning. He was sincerely sorry for disobeying."
"Garner said something to persuade him." Ciel sighed and shook his head. "Finny has some great things about him, like his loyalty, but he's rather naive. I know he didn't run off without some sort of lies being told to him. He would have resisted if force were used, and well, Garner couldn't have forced him to go."
"Master Ciel!" Bardroy called out, breaking into the study in spite of decorum. "Please, Finny didn't run off on his own! I know the kid." Mey-rin rushed in after him, sobbing.
"How did you know Finny was gone?" Ciel snapped at his emotionally distressed servants.
That's when a "ho, ho, ho" drew there attention to a sofa in the side of the study where the Japanese man was sipping tea. Ciel gritted his teeth and snarled, "Tanaka..." in a low voice. He'd never, ever chide the man further than that. After all, the man almost lost his life trying to save Ciel and his parents.
"Please, let us go talk to him. Whatever the problem is, we can convince him to come back and get everything hashed out. I'm sure we can. Please don't be mad at him! We're sure he wandered off because of that jerk! That's my fault, I'm afraid," the American chef said with slumped shoulders and full of frustration. "I just want to find him before things get over his head. Please."
Ciel was touched by how close Bard, Finny, and Mey-rin had grown. Of course, he'd never express that, but it showed that Sebastian's instinct about his three choices in servants was spot on. Ciel saw the fear and tension running through Bard and Mey-rin.
He nodded and said, "Sebastian and I will go track down some missing children from the list you got earlier, Mey-rin. That way, we'll bring Garner to justice. You two will go raid his mansion and bring back my servant he stole from me." They both grew steely and nodded after Sebastian gave them the directions. Both had firm determination now. "You have my permission to use any force necessary to make that happen. That includes doing whatever you need to drag Finnian back here. Even if he resists for any reason. Go!"
"Yes, Sir!" they shouted and ran from the study.
Sebastian smirked. "I have a feeling they'll find Sir Garner before we do."
"Heaven help the man." Ciel stood and looked up at the butler. "Anyway, while they do that, lets go get the evidence against the man and save as many children as we can while they do that. If Garner does end up dead, my servants won't come under the gun."
"Yes, my lord."
Bard parked the jeep several yards from the small manner house. Bard put out his cigarette and looked over to Mey-rin. He was about to ask her if she had ever raided anything before, but bit his tongue seeing her armed to the teeth, glasses free, and with a firm jaw. How could he have ever doubted her for a minute? If he had to have someone at his back, Mey-rin was it.
"Okay, I'll go in close. You cover my back. We'll go in through the back door. This house probably has the same layout as most, but we don't know where Finny is being held. I'll grab the first goon we run across and make him talk. Sound good?"
"You lead the way, Bardroy," she affirmed, taking the safeties off her guns. She was so determined, just like him. He wasn't going to leave this spot without Finny.
"Good. Let's go," he said, after arming himself out of the back of the jeep. He jogged forward, keeping his eyes aware. When he reached the back door he kicked it in and drew his pistol. "Show time, you clowns! Come and get it!"
A bullet flew past Bardroy's shoulder and took out one of the guards sitting at the table that was playing poker. Yeah, Mey-rin was on top of her game. He charged forward and slammed one of the men to the ground while Mey-rin had the other three paralyzed under her guns.
"Okay! Where is the kid?" Bard pulled back the hammer on his pistol and put it in the man's face when he didn't start talking. "He's like a kid-brother to me, so you better start talking before my last nerve is worked."
"Upstairs with Master Dean."
He asked, "Where?"
"Third bedroom on the right!" the man blubbered, almost wetting himself. Suddenly, there was a hoarse scream that came from upstairs.
"Mey-rin, cover me!" Bard ordered, charging towards the stairs. He heard gunshots behind him from Mey-rin, but didn't stop taking the stairs three at a time. "Finnian! We're coming!"
When Bard slammed his shoulder and broke the door open, he wasn't prepared for the bloodbath or the blank, wide-eyed look on Finny's face. Finny looked up from were he was sitting on the ground, naked, and coated in blood and gore. He said numbly, "He put his mouth on me... he put his fingers inside of me... I told him no... I didn't want him... and so I... I think... I hurt him."
Finny had been chained to the bed and hadn't moved. When Sir Garner came in, Finny started trembling. He still wasn't sure what he was to do. Why was he in this man's bedroom chained down? His mind went back towards Master Ciel. He started feeling so utterly miserable. Maybe he wasn't good for anything?
The man came in and started peeling off his outer clothing. He said nothing at the start. It was like those men that experimented on him. They just did things to him and didn't care about Finny's pain. There was never an explanation to him about what they were doing or why. That was the most unnerving part. Sir Garner was probably assuming Finny knew what he should do.
Sir Garner now crawled on him, yanked his hair back, and said, "Damn, you look so good in indigo. Just like I thought. You're going to wear that every day I keep you with me. And the kimono. Eastern dress on a Western boy just looks so appealing. Count Trancy was so right."
"My neck... it hurts... it's tight."
"The collar? No, you'll learn to be in that until I decide to cast you off. My boys all have to wear collars."
The man pushed his lips against Finny's and forced his mouth open. This was a kiss! His first one, but he hadn't asked for it. Sir Garner parted from him and pulled apart the clothing, laying Finny bare. The man's brown eyes greedily took him in.
That's when it occurred to Finny, "Master Ciel didn't cast me off, did he? Did you lie to me?" The man glared down at Finny. The man's expression was growing darker and darker.
"Ich werde dich schlagen besinnungslos."
The threat of another beating froze Finny. The man smirked, now seeing Finny was still. The man started nipping and kissing Finny's neck. His hot hands roamed down Finny's stomach. Sir Garner's kisses traveled down towards Finny's stomach.
Finny's mind went blank. His started feeling feverish, then clammy. The man's head went between his legs. He let out an "eep" of shock. The man was doing things he'd never even knew could be done. Suddenly, anger welled up inside. He didn't ask for this! He just wanted to be asked, not forced. Wasn't it his right? Yes! Mister Sebastian had said he could choose to protect himself.
Finny easily yanked the shackles free of the bed. The man looked up in shock.
"Aufhören!" Finny shouted.
The man went to strike him and Finny blacked out. The next thing he was aware of was Bard wrapping him in a blanket. "Don't look around, Finny. It'll be alright. I'm taking you home and getting you cleaned up." Bard said firmly, draping part of the blanket over his head as well.
Bard quickly jogged out of the bedroom, carrying Finny, following Mey-rin. Finny wrapped his arms around Bards neck; he could hear Mey-rin firing every now and again. All he wanted to do was go home and forget this whole thing. He really hoped Sir Garner had lied to him and Phantomhive was still his home.
To be continued.
A/N: Wie Sie wünschen. Sehr guter, Herr Doktor. Ich werde gehorchen. = It'll be how you wish. Very good, Doctor. I will obey.
Ich werde dich schlagen besinnungslos = I'll beat you senseless.
Aufhören = Stop