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The second day of being in this stinky old room was no better. The men that were supposed to be watching her were getting bored. This was obvious as she could still hear them messing with their guns, but she could also hear them playing card games. She let out a sigh every now and then and enjoyed the rest she was getting. She would hum to herself every now and then and sometimes would get away with it, but was kicked when she was told to stop. She didn't mind being treated the way she was, no, she didn't like it, being kicked when she hummed or getting a gun pressed to her forehead when she spoke, but the hostility didn't alarm her the way it would most. She was a Phantomhive after all. After the initial shock wore off, she was no longer panicked and could think more clearly. She wasn't thinking about escaping though. It would be useless as she had only seen the room once and if the opportunity to escape opened, she would simply shift and make a run for it. There was nothing else to do. Instead, she thought about how she could save Ciel if he ordered Sebastian to stay behind or to stay out of the way.
This would be a direct violation of their contract, to put himself in danger and order Sebastian to do nothing about it, but it was something she could see her brother doing. She would do the same thing, so it must have been a family thing, she supposed. But she always ended up not thinking about saving her brother and instead thinking about what she was going to do the next time she was alone with Sebastian. She figured she would probably be comforted by him while she cried, it was probably the most realistic thing she could think of, as she was probably one step less of a cry baby than Elizabeth. But she didn't cry when she was told no, the way Elizabeth did.
But it felt nice to daydream about how strong she would act for Sebastian, how she would kiss him and thank him for saving her, or helping Ciel save her. For saving Ciel and trying to forget about the fact that Sebastian would soon be killing Ciel by eating his soul. But she tried her hardest to forget these things. It was Ciel's fault for making a contract, she would try to convince herself not to feel guilty for falling in love with Sebastian. But she couldn't stop the guilt from eating away at her insides and from climbing from her stomach through her chest and clawing at her throat and demanding for her attention. Merely thinking about the subject made her insides crawl and she had to fight back a whimper or tears.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down and sighed softly as she tried to straighten up where she was positioned.
"Hey, Phantomhive, you trying not to cry again or something?" a man asked, just by the way his words slurred she could tell he was drunk. She sighed and tried to ignore him, but she heard the chair move on the floor, the sound enough to make her cringe. She could tell he was standing up, and could hear, not to mention feel, his footsteps walking towards her. She felt the sack getting ripped from her head and looked up at him, trying to keep a straight face so that he wouldn't know how badly she wanted to rip his head off.
She knew she failed when she heard him say, "What's with that face? C'mon! If you're going to make a face at me when I talk to you, you might as well speak too!" he shouted, laughing when he kneeled down and got on one knee to look at her and she could tell from where his eyes went that he was eyeing the bruise forming on her jaw from where she was hit with the butt of that gun.
She growled a bit, her stubborn and rebellious nature showing. She glared at him and spit on his cheek, smirking with satisfaction when his face contorted. He stood up and kicked her hard in the stomach, growling and smirking at the pain he was causing her. She gasped when she felt the first blow and cried out accidentally. The second blow was more painful than shocking. She whimpered, but didn't move her eyes from his, still glaring at him. As "punishment" for looking directly at him, he kicked her again hard and then slammed his foot down on her head, but not had enough to cause any real damage.
This caused her to cry out again. She quickly averted her eyes and growled a bit, trying not to look directly at him again. She had made that mistake already and she could already feel a headache coming on.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" questioned the woman from earlier. She was walking in from another room and was just now realizing the situation. Kimberly was laying on the ground, blood drops on her lips. She had her arms and legs tied behind her back and the man had his foot on top of her head, holding it to the ground.
"Uh, she looked at me funny, I figured I would teach her a lesson for it." he said, looking at her, though the look on his face made it obvious that he wasn't supposed to hurt her without permission.
"And what did I tell you about harming her without permission? You don't have the authority to harm her. I, however, do. You know that very few people right now have that privilege." she said, moving closer and closer until her feet her right in front of Kimberly's face. The man slowly moved his foot from her head and set her up right. She growled a bit and looked at him with a smug look, which was warranted with another hard kick to the stomach. She growled, this time the kick was from the woman.
"Fine, whatever…" he said and picked up his gun and the bottle of whiskey he was drinking. He took a swig of the liquid, allowing his throat to be set on fire and fighting back a glare at his authority figure. "How much longer do we have to wait? I'm bored as all hell of waiting for the Phantomhive brat to come."
"Five days at the most, Elise said that she was confident he would come to save his bratty sister," she said, making the name sound like it was casual. But to Kimberly the name stuck out like a sore thumb. She knew her aunt was a bad woman. But what she didn't know was that she would kill her own nephew. There was no reason to do so.
Kimberly's eyes widened at the sound of the name, "Elise? Elise Phantomhive?" she asked, but was awarded with a hard kick to the stomach, "You don't need to know any information. So don't ask for it."
Kimberly growled and knew that she had to get out. She had to warn Ciel that their aunt was behind all of this. From then on, she would begin to orchestrate her plan to get out of her captor's hands. Out of the place they were holding her in. They replaced the sack over her head again, but that didn't stop her from attempting to escape. Throughout the next four days, she had tried several times to escape. On the fifth day, she knew she had to do it. It was Sunday. She had to save Ciel as best as she could. But it was already about an hour before midnight. At least that's what everyone kept muttering to each other. She could hear guns being loaded and shined and taken apart and then put back together. She frowned at the thought of being shot. She had been shot once, and it didn't feel very nice. But, she knew that it would probably happen anyways.
She waited, trying to break the rope without being noticed but failed several times at doing so. She stopped whenever she felt like she was being watched and stopped, frowning inwardly and waiting for the feeling to go away, but was soon becoming sure that the feeling was merely paranoia. She could hear a clock ticking down the time left for her. But she was sure it was just all in her mind. She was absolutely sure that there was no clock in the room the last time the sack was off of her head. But of course, it wouldn't surprise her.
She hadn't noticed the changes in her own personality, but they were there. She was more alert; the tiniest noises that escaped and entered her ears made her sit up straighter, as if panicked something was going to happen. Whenever she was spoke to, her voice would crack and sound defeated. Her eyes seemed to hollow, losing the spark they once held. She would try to make herself seem smaller whenever the guards got drunk, or came close to her, having been kicked so many times she could taste the blood in her mouth still, even though it wasn't there and her wounds had healed. Even though these changes only happened in a matter of a week, it was to be expected of someone who already had a past with such abuse, who had already suffered from the harshness. She had acted this way only once before, and that was when her aunt had first began to accuse her of it being her fault her uncle had died. She couldn't stop herself from the behavior, however, even though she was nevered in much pain for long, it was all in her head that made her think she was still hurt physically.
"Dammit!" she heard a shout and a slam of the door she suspected was the front door of the shabby old building. "That damned Phantomhive brat didn't show up tonight either!" it was a man's voice. She could hear his heavy footsteps marching towards her, she whimpered slightly and tried to push herself against the wall and seem as small as she could make herself.
She heard a woman's voice, recognizing it as the woman who had fist slammed the butt of her gun into her jaw, "Calm down, we still have another half an hour until we get to kill the girl. If you guys want to, you can get to torturing her again. Except this time, when it hits midnight, she will be shown mercy. She will be killed. Got it, boys?" the woman announced.
That was another thing that had happened to her while she was being captured by these people. She was being tortured every night Ciel didn't show up. It was something they did mainly to take pictures of her bloodied up, mangled body and they would develop the pictures before sending them to Ciel, just to rub it in his face that it was his fault she was getting hurt. But this time, she was just glad they would finally let her go. Of course, they didn't know they would be letting her go, but a bullet to the head wouldn't kill her.
She whimpered as she felt the sack getting ripped from her head once again and then quickly blindfolded. She was placed in her usual chair that she was always sat in when they needed her for something. They tied her in place and then pulled out several items that Kimberly could not recognize. She whimpered and knew that the pain would be temporary, but that didn't stop her from dreading it. She hated pain, she had been through enough of it to last her a life time but still, she knew that it wasn't over. She could hear the mental clock tick down until her time to be shot and tried to block out the thoughts of at any moment, she would feel the cold, sharp knife slice into her skin. It was practically a routine for them. First came the knife, then came the alcohol that they rubbed into the wounds they had already made. They did whatever they wanted really. They stick her feet in a bucket of eels, they brand her, though not with anything specific, just with a random iron. They whipped her, they did anything they could do that wouldn't kill her. She was just glad they would shoot her soon, and when they left, she could be on her way.
Suddenly, though, the torture stopped, and so did her screams. She panted softly and felt the blindfold coming off. She blinked a few times, tears still in her eyes from the pain and looked up at the woman who was to execute her. She tried to summon a strong face, but with how submissive she had become while being held hostage, it was more difficult to do than if she still acted the same.
The woman placed the barrel of the gun on her cheek and pressed in, grinning and obviously just trying to get a reaction from her, "Well, first is you, next up, the Phantomhive brat, don't worry you'll be reunited with him soon enough," she said in a sing song voice.
Kimberly didn't know what happened next. She heard a shot, a sharp, painful wound, and everything went black.
((Thanks for sticking with me guys, I'm sorry for the rant in the 5th chapter, but I just couldn't stand being harassed because someone decided they didn't like my character. Anyways, thank you, I hope you stick around for the next chapter!))