Chapter 4

I rubbed my slightly sore behind and raised out the bed turning the lamp on. I rubbed my eyes and stared into the light until I remembered what I was awoken for.

Knock knock

I rose up and walked to the cell gate.

"Your food" He said

I nodded. He slipped a key inside and turned the lock and stepped in with the tray.

"Here you go" He said holding out the tray. I never really liked him.

He was short, the size of a 13 year old kid. Wore and eye patch, with navy blue hair that looked soft and silky. His exposed eye was blue and glassy and he went by the name…

"Ceil"

"Yes"

"Why is it that you dislike me so much" I asked, my voice gentle and soft. Even I was surprised by how weakened my tone had gotten.

He grinned, "Dislike?" He rested it in my hand or more precisely pushed it onto me as I stepped back a little due to his strength. "I hate you" He said almost in a correcting tone

Hate?

He removed the eye patch and glared at me red eyes with black slits. "I have no reason to like a low peasant like you. You're only my master's slave"

My inside sunk and I looked at him, "Sebastian is your master?"

His eyes widened a bit. Almost as if he was surprised by his own words. "Shut up! You disgust me" He said wrapping the eye patch back over his eye. He went ahead through the gate and closed it behind him before making his way back to where he came from leaving behind the sound of his footsteps distancing away from me.

I turned back to the tray and rested it on the little table in my room. The entire serving looked perfect. My main dish, my appetizer and my supper. I got a glass with a metal container of ice and a glass of Champagne.

So much for a slave

After a couple months at my new home. It had become clear to me that Sebastian had realized my entire demeanor and my personality.

I was clean, silent, always sleeping and enjoyed torture. I never found myself eating three meals a day, consider it a miracle if I at least consumed two meals. Breakfast and Dinner. I was less of a eating person and only enjoyed my food that came once a day that was heavily packed with nutrients starch and everything needed to renew a day's strength. My bathing was in the day and I received a change of clothes every morn. It was always the same. White satin knee length dress with white cupped bra and laced underwear. I wasn't a fan of laced garments and fetishes but if it was what was provided I guess finding fault was inevitable.

I loved music yet the only thing I could say was every noon at everyday, three pieces of Beethoven was what I listened to from my dungeon every time that was being played above. I never saw the sun since I arrived yet my skin remained silky and well tone it was possibly the bath oils I received from Ceil. He came everyday delivering clothes and food, I mostly only saw him for my meals since sometimes he just slips my clothes in and leave while I'm asleep. He usually has a day when he arrives with a basket. It had bath soaps, bath oils, lotion and list goes on. Everything a woman needed including 'those things'

Gladly I was already healed enough to sit. It was only one day so far since my spanking. I was quite aware by now of what I was. Over the 2 years my master had been kind enough to let me know just exactly what I am.

"An anomaly"

I looked at him. An anomaly? You mean-

"I don't know exactly what you are, but I can give you this. Somehow your birthmother when she died left her soul inside your body. Everyone has a soul, and with her soul added to yours, you had two. A human cannot or most likely shouldn't possess more than one. It usually leads to death."

"But I'm alive"

"Not for long….I'm sure you realized it's only been 1 year since your mother's death. You've been here for six months now, lovely ones if you ask me" He said recalling yesterday's activity.

Almost on reflex I looked down and rubbed my wrist. Wearing handcuffs didn't work well with the shade of my skin, neither did hot water. I was burnt for god sakes, it works well with nobody!

He watched me as I rubbed my wrist and smiled before looking into my eyes when I looked at him. "They were worse yesterday"

I remained silent.

"That's another thing. The soul of a human possesses the ability to exist, love, heal, repair. A regular human would heal in 2 weeks if they had those scars. Yet you heal half the length of time because you possess two lovely souls. You are truly exquisite Miss Collonae"

I blushed….."You seem to always have much to say about me"

He grinned, "I always do and always will. As long as you keep surprising me I'll always be amazed by you" he said seducingly that silky tone of his dancing o the tune of my desires

"Now…..close your eyes and allow me to torture you"

I looked at him and obeyed, "Yes my master"

I never really understood exactly why he was s amazed, all I knew was that when he was near, I couldn't help but have these feelings inside me reawaken. I bit my lip as I felt it again. When I see him…..and when I think of him, it always happens.

Cursed feelings, i can't control them.

I tried to think of other things. Like father. What came of him? Bad thought. I'll forget it immediately.

I looked down at my food and began eating. I finished the entire thing in the next 15 minutes and continued sitting on the chair staring into space. He should be here soon.

I rose to my feet and felt myself getting a little tipsy. I had too much wine?

No…..I wasn't a drinker, I had before consumed the sum of 4 bottles though, yet I hadn't gotten drunk. I sighed and spoke to myself telling my body to at least move. I collapsed on the bed and looked on the clock on the wall. It was only after 5

Could I be tired?

I looked into the roof on my bed and very slowly…..I closed my eyes.

Can you tell the difference between gold and silver?

"No mommy"

Look at them closely, they are one, yet they separate, the same….yet opposites….similar….yet different.

"…..The gold glimmers while the silver shines….yet both of them are stone?"

Yes….that's the same with life, there is reality…yet there is fantasy….but in the end…there is death. We all die…whether in our dreams or in…our lives

I opened my eyes and rose up in the bed. I haven't had that dream for some time now, why all of a sudden? Why dream of her?

I looked down to find my body covered under the sheets. I turned around in my room and looked into the darkness to see if anyone was there, I was sleeping on the covers if I recall correctly.

"Looking for a ghost?" An over familiar voice said. I turned to the chair and saw him sitting there with folded legs staring at me. I looked at him and then back at the sheets

"Did you-"

"A master arrives to find his slave asleep" He said almost in a pondering thought.

I then realized he was in the room, sitting in my chair, and I…was still lying in the bed. I pulled over the sheets remembering was to be in the center of the room staring at him waiting to be dealt with

"Oh no please stay where you are" He said raising up and walking over to me.

I shrunk under the sheets. I loved being tortured. Only by him. It was great. But right now instead of being thrilled…..I was scared.

Meanwhile

Ciel played back the medication inside the covered and turned t the dishes to finish them up. A nice grin split across his lips as he turned on the water.

She must be asleep now….it was a good thing I drugged her food. She won't be awake for the next three days.

A burst of laughter erupted from his lips. Two years ago he was just a servant. Then suddenly, she came. Without warning or a conversation, Sebastian brought her home from one of hs errands. She was Sanelle Collane. A 21 year old girl, brunette, blue eyes, barely spoke, feeble, yet, for a weak subtle human like herself she carried the scent that any demon would die for. He looked it. It was undeniably tempting, and that's how he knew that was the only reason Sebastian brought her back.

"That little Bitch" He said rubbing the plate so hard that it broke in two.

He held down his head his bangs covering his eyes.

I was his toy! I was the one he tortured! You came and I became just a servant. Not a toy and everything in one but just a servant!

The tear ran down his face.

He won't even look at me.

He wiped it away.

He replaced his sadness with happiness, not anymore, three days you'll fall in a deep sleep and in that time that poison will eat out you restore body…..you'll be dead.

His eyes gleamed pink, And I'll get to be with Sebastian again.

I coughed up an inconsiderable amount of blood causing my bed to be a mess. The white sheets now painted red with blood. My blood.

"How long can you continue being quiet?" I heard him say

Not very long, my conscience replied. I was on all fours on my bed with him behind me. I could hardly maintain on my hands and knees. I stared at the sheets in horror. They were soaking right through.

"Let's pull everything back into place now"

My eyes widened

"No" I said as I felt his hands lacing around my waist ready to pull me up to straighten my back. "No!"

I felt him pulling me up and I started telling him to stop over and over again, it was coming, I knew it. With one hard pulling I felt him pull me up completely one hand at my lower back behind me and the next at my chest pulling me back completing flexing me causing me to arch my back against my will. I felt the bone slip back into its place, a load crack as my vertebrae found its way back into its set position.

He dislocated my entire spine vertebrae by vertebrae and then snapped everything back into place.

I began crying. It was pain. Horrible pain. Whimpering cursing,, uncontrollable whimpers and tears escaping my lips.

"I'd like to do that again"

I shook my head violently, "No, please" The tears continued pouring

"No no….i mean it, it's a lovely sound when that bone slips back into place, especially your cries, it echoes within this room.

"No! Master... please….please" I begged, it was too much. It was pain. Real…terrifying….horrible…pain. I reached down for the sheet and began crawling away. I can't do that again, never. I continue d crawling only to feel him walk around the bed to the area I was climbing to and watched me as I fell off the bed and continued slowly crawling to the cell gate.

"Crawling is surely an unsightly picture for you Mrs. Collonae. However you do look very pleasing when you do it, especially with that look or fear and agony in your eyes."

I continued finally reaching my destination.

"Are you going to call for someone? This would be new, I'd like to see it, Mrs. Collonae screaming for help" He said laughingly as he walked over to me. I gulped and pulled my body up using the grill as support. I looked back at him as the blood ran down my lips. I turned to vomit up a mouth full of blood and lazily wiped my lips.

He laced his hand around me and carried me to the room of torture. He lifted me and placed me on the wall cuffing my hands apart, one to the right shackles and the other to the one on the left. I felt like Jesus.

I looked at him and he was staring back at me.

"You have no idea how much you amaze me"

"I do" I replied

"Oh" He said. Quite surprised I did know

"I amaze you so much…..that you're getting so turned on by watching this" I said or rather managed to say as I looked at him. He grinned and walked to me now wearing his gloves and reached for my chin holding my face into place.

"You have no idea" He said with a grin his fangs gleaming at me.

I looked at him and blushed.

"But of course I'm the only one to be feeling pleasure" He said softly at me. His finger running down to my chest before running over one of my breast gently squeezing it causing me to intake a short whip of air and then exhaled as soon as I felt him continuing to squeeze it over and over again.

"Master~"

"I isn't that right?" He asked looking into my eyes

I couldn't even find the words to answer. My body was unfamiliar to this feeling and with what he was doing right now it felt so weird and so unfamiliar but it did cause that weird feeling to be awaken once again and stronger than before.

"Am I not right Miss. Collonae?"

"Y-yes" I said as I felt his hand rubbing over my nipple.

Oh God. He's saying that but look at what he's doing!

His hand pulled away and he went over to the drawer pulling out a whip.

"Continue touching me" I said to him.

I watched him pause in his movements and then continued closing the draw and walking back over to me.

"Where?'

"Everywhere"

He grinned.

"Wouldn't that be pleasure Miss Collonae?"

I looked at him

He then raised the whip and slashed me with it causing me to gasp and then hiss at the burning pain.

"Yes, yes, just like that I don't see why I'd want to pleasure you. That little action earlier has gotten to your head hasn't it.

I blushed

He grinned and whipped me again this time causing me to scream in pain.

"I don't want you to fall asleep now; losing a lot of blood must have made you weak and caused you to feel sleepy. Let's see how much you can last for three days. If you dare fall asleep, I'll whip you very hard over and over again"

Th-three days…..my eyelids are so heavy I can hardly last a second!

...

He undid the shackles and I fell down. A bloody hump. A collection of meat and blood. I was a mess. He picked me up and I immediately pushed him away.

"Don't touch me there…please…it hurts" I said.

My back had thankfully healed, but my newly earned scars from dosing off in his tormentings were burning awards of my stupid actions. It had reached the limit, where even while he whipped me, I was dosing off.

"Just bare with it for awhile-"

"No! I've been bearing with it for three days!" I said, or rather shouted. This was the first time I ever did this and I was quite aware that even he was surprised. "I only fell asleep! That's all I did!" I looked at him tears beginning to round down my face, "After I ate I felt drowsy and I passed out on the bed" I said more softly my voice quavering as the pain and agony began rushing in. "My body hurts" I ended, "My legs….my arms….my chest…my torso…..everywhere hurts"

I said softly, I was a bleeding mess. He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me up carrying me into the room. I didn't even have strength to retaliate. I simply obliged allowing him to carry me to the bed. He placed me, or rather, threw me unto it causing me to scream in pain. He walked over to the drawer and took out the first aid.

He came to the bed and began choking me

"The next time you speak to me like that, I will kill you "

I struggled in his tight grasp and he released me slamming my body back into the bed. I looked at him through weak hazy eyes.

"I'm going to rub something on the wounds…it might hurt a bit"

That's Cell's Job. "Yes master"

Later

Sebastian rose to his feet and stared at him sleeping slave. She had passed out only mere seconds after she replied to him. He had made an effort to rub the cream on all her slashes bruises and cuts. Even as he did it he was surprised to see she was already beginning to heal some of the wounds already closing up. He rubbed it over the wound still and then covered her in strips of bandages. She breathed in and out gently at least allowing him to believe he didn't went over the edge. He redressed her only removing her ripped dress and replaying it with a new one. He wanted to do more but urges must be repelled.

He walked over to the cell door and looked back at her underneath the covers sleeping almost like a newborn. She looked so pure and so devouring. He liked that. And he wanted it. So much had changed since he first saw her, from the fact that she was quiet-well- she still was quiet, physically, she made an effort to gain and extra two and a half inch higher and didn't even put on any weight. Her hair grew longer, she seemed more beautiful and countless times he wanted to have her. He locked the gate behind him and ran his hand through his hair.

Ceil had just finished the laundry and placed the bloody sheets-but now dry and clean- on the bed to be ironed and folded. He was about to pick them up when he froze on the spot. He turned around to see his master and immediately he bowed.

"Master-"

"Miss Collonae is dead"

Ceil looked up at him and then looked down. "I-I'm terribly sorry for the lost"

He said with a grin across his face, Target achieved….finally!

"Or is that what you expected?" Sebastian said with a grin

Ceil looked up at him with confusion, "Par-pardon me?"

Sebastian grabbed his neck lifting his small frame up to his height. "Coating her food with Doxylamine doesn't cover up for her drowsiness does it?"

He-He Knows?!

"Mixing a sleeping drug with poison, seriously? The minute I entered her room I could smell it"

"It doesn't matter, she's dead now"

"As if…..you seem to be forgetting that she's a very unique human, something so delirious can't even scratch her"

His eyes widened.

"All she needs is a few straight nights without sleeping to keep her body repair system up and enough to eliminate the poison inside"

"That's crap!" The boy retarded pulling out of his grasp

"You're a little bitch who simply doesn't realize your place" He said as he slammed Ceil into the wall. "Know your place servant….for what you've done….you will be punished"

Ceil gulped

"How dare you do that to her, my toy, my slave, My Sanelle"