Warning: Physical abuse of a minor.

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It's dark.

Small shards of light from the cracks in the doorways bleed though and fade as they dissipate into the darkness.

Water drops echo out as they slide from the rusty pipes and drip into the puddle forming on the ground. Stifled whimpers from covered mouths can be heard as they desperately fight to stay as silent as they possibly can. There is a putrid stench that wafts in the air and it follows us around like death waiting for its next victim.

This has become my life.

A door creaks open, flooding the place with a bright light before it quickly disappears as it shuts again.

"Listen up you little shits, it's dinner time!" A voice bellows out to us from the shadows. A heavy thud is heard as a bucket is dropped on the floor by the thick iron bars of our cage. I don't need to see what they are doing, I already know; it's become a ritual that is reenacted three times a day, every day. This is how they feed us, picking us up one by one and shoving the funnel down our throats, forcing tasteless gruel into our mouths. With each child they pick up, it's always the same, they dare not splutter or make a sound as anything other than complete compliance results in something far worse than they ever wish to imagine.

It is my turn now.

He roughly grips the collar of my worn shirt and jerks me towards him, smashing my body against the bars. One hand grips my cheeks firmly as fingers force their way into my mouth, widening it before the tip of the funnel goes in.

"We can't have you dyin' on us so stay still you little fucker and swallow it down." He barks.

I fight to turn my head from him, spilling the gruel down my front.

Hands wrap tightly around my throat and he grapples with my flailing arms as I feebly struggle against him.

I'm weak.

It hurts.

I'm scared.

I am nothing more than this, nothing more than a prisoner here and yet I still try to fight against him, even though I know it is completely useless. Dropping me to my already bruised knees, he goes over to the door of the cage. I hear it squeak as it opens and slams shut behind him. He hovers over me and tangles his hands into my shirt, lifting me up to my feet. I wiggle and squirm to get out of his hold but he just shakes me repeatedly.

"Don't struggle you little shit." He spits as a powerful blow lands right in the middle of my already collapsed ribcage. I desperately gag for whatever bit of air is on offer but my lungs are too weak to fill.

Save me please... Mother, Father... anyone...someone must hear me.

I know my eyes are open, I can feel them blink but the already darkened room starts to dim further and go black as I become light headed.

Will I finally end here?

No.

He throws me against the bars of the cage and I crumple over like a rag doll. My mouth is gaping and gasping for air as I hear footsteps come towards me. I squeeze my eyes shut out of fear or instinct, I don't know which but I do know that they burn as they well up with tears. Footsteps halt right in front of me and the room goes completely silent. Everyone is hushed and scared as the soft click of a metal hinge sounds out. It is followed by the deafening and familiar sound of leather sliding out through belt loops as he pulls it across his waist. The noise reverberates across the walls as the others are even scared to make a sound, let alone breathe for fear that it will be their turn next.

"You know what happens to brats who don't obey."

Please don't.

Not again.

Please.

My body starts to convulse as I desperately press my back flush against the bars in a worthless effort to try and escape from him.

I whimper out your name, I beg for you to help me but I know you're not there; you're gone, they already took you from me.

"They're not coming for you, no one is."

"Someone... will come." I mutter weakly. He chuckles at me as he drops his belt to the floor.

"Didja hear that lads? The little fucker still thinks someone will save him!" He exclaims and the room fills with a chorus of braying laughter from his cohorts and other watchers. They are always here, whenever we think that we are alone, we're not. They watch us, beat us and in most cases they do so much worse. "And just who do you think is going to come for you? Santa? God?" He chortles as he bends over, grabbing a fist full of my tattered shirt, pulling me upwards. "Don't you know? There is no such thing as Santa and worse of all, there is no God, God is dead here." He growls and before I knew it a hard strike hits the right side of my face.

The pain jolts through me like an electrical shock, white hot and searing as I go completely limp. The next thing I hear is a blood curdling scream, a sound that will haunt me until the end of my life, which I hope will be now. The unrelenting wail refuses to stop as he hits me again. Why? Why won't they stop? The overbearing sound is a horrific and constant shrieking.

Don't they know that any sound only makes it worse for everyone?

Please stop.

They don't.

I'm struck again, again and again and again but the screaming continues. I feel sick, I feel powerless and dead, although, I am seemingly still breathing so I know I am alive.

Please kill me, just let me die.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" He hollers at in my face.

Is it me? Is this my voice? I can't feel that my mouth is open; there's no air in my lungs and no vibration in my throat. How have I gotten so numb? How am I the one screaming?

Letting go of my shirt, I stagger back and he shoves me the rest of the way down. I collide back into the bars and try to sit up as every inch of my face throbs but still, I scream.

"You won't shut up? Then I'll have to make good use of that mouth of yours." He cackles as he comes towards me. I can't stop screaming, not for all the will in the world, I'm too petrified. It's almost as though my body is working independently from me, as though screaming is the only thing I can do as I try to move my body but I can't. I attempt to curl myself into a ball for protection but I'm much too weak.

"H-Help me please!" I beg in between my wailing screams but they fall on deaf ears as he comes closer.

Kneeling down in front of me, I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down and the rustling of heavy fabric, the noise cuts through my pathetic cries for help. A hand forcefully grabs the back of my head, thrusting me forwards.

"I'll give you something to cry about you worthless shit." He scolds, yanking my hair as he pulls me forwards.

Worthless? I guess I am worthless and I am nothing. My parents are dead, you are dead and there is no one who will come for me, no one to fight for me. This is all I am now. I feel an arm wrap around my waist and with as much force as I can muster, I try and thrash about, deciding not to give up so easily.

"Ciel..." A voice calls to me and I know I cannot run, there is nowhere to run to. I cannot hide; there is no place to go and I am so very scared.

"Let me go..." I whimper but they do not, they only hold my tighter. "Please..." I begin to cry as I continue to strain and fight against them.

"Ciel, please, wake up." He speaks to me, calling me and my eyes jolt open as I gasp for air.

Flying out of his arms, I push myself against the headboard and instinctively grab my right eye, covering it with both of my hands.

"W-where am I?" I pant frantically.

"You're at home, in my room." He speaks to me as gently as possible.

"Home? I'm at home?" I repeat to try and convince myself that these words are true. "S-Sebastian?" I exhale out as I catch my breath.

"Yes, it's me." He replies as he sits down on the bed beside me.

"Where did you go? Why weren't you here?" I swallow but my throat is dry.

"I went to get some water; you are very hot to sleep next to." He smiles as he holds out a water bottle. I don't take it, instead, I don't know what comes over me but I throw my arms around him, squeezing him tightly. I feel his hand on my head and he gently strokes me, running it down from the top to the base of my neck, soothing me. "Did you have another nightmare?"

I want to respond to him but the words do not seem to want to leave my mouth, instead I just bury my face into his side nodding.

His hands grip my arms as he peels me off of his torso and places me on the bed. Sebastian slides back and maneuvers himself behind me, long legs stretch out beside me and arms reach out, encircling me. Drawing me close so my back rests against his chest, Sebastian wraps his arms around me as he holds me close and rests his chin on the crown of my head.

"What are you doing?" I wonder curiously as he runs his hands up and down my arms.

"I am trying to comfort you."

"Comfort me?"

"Yes, well admittedly, I am not sure how to really go about comforting someone." He admits. I nod and smirk to myself.

"You know, I'm not really sure how to go about being comforted." I reply. He hums lowly as he hugs me tighter. The vibration goes right through me causing a sharp shiver to run up my spine, making my hands grip his sleeves firmly.

"What was your dream about?"

I almost don't want to say.

Drawing my knees up to my chest, I rest my chin in the gap as I think about how to answer.

"I was trapped in a cage without any hope of getting out." I begin, "But I heard you, your voice, you called me back."

"I'm glad." I can hear the smile in his voice as he moves his head closer to my cheek. My hand reaches out and slides across the back of his head, letting my fingers tangle themselves in his hair.

"You're glad?"

"You're safe now, you're out of that cage and you will never go back there again." He reassures me but he pauses for a moment as he thinks to himself. "Ciel, I need you to remember something."

"What?"

"I need you to remember that no harm will ever come to you as long as I am around."

"I know." I nod.

"One day, you will have to tell me what happened to you. I want to know, to understand."

"I will Sebastian, when I feel ready, I will tell you everything." I promise, even though I am unsure when that will ever be. I know that I have told him next to nothing about my past and what happened, all he knows is what he saw when we first met and that wasn't anything at all. At least, not compared to what I experienced.

We sit in silence for twenty minutes and I don't mind. I feel completely calm and at ease in his arms as he nuzzles my shoulder, continuing to hum softly to himself. After a while, moist lips plant themselves along the nape of my neck, trailing up and behind my ear. A pleasurable sensation starts to course through me and I can't help but squirm as my body reacts to his touch. Closing my eyes, I roll my head to the side as he nips the exposed skin on my throat before finally sucking hard.

"Sebastian." I exhale his name in an almost breathy moan and he stops, releasing my neck. Long fingers trace the freshly made mark on my skin causing my whole body to quiver.

"It's time for you to get some sleep Ciel." He grins as he starts to push me off of him.

"But-" I try to protest but he cuts me off.

"No, you have school tomorrow and I would be remise of my duties if I allowed you to fall asleep at your desk, now come on and lay down." He moves beside me and sprawls out, propping himself on his elbow and resting his head in the palm of his hand.

Sulking, I scoot back further onto the bed and lay down beside him. Sebastian drapes his arm over my waist and his head hits his pillow with a thud.

"Good night Sebastian." I whisper but he is already asleep. I can feel his chest push into my back with each deep breath he takes. My own eyelids bat slowly as they become heavy with sleep, stinging me each time they open. Giving up fighting it, I let them close and keep them shut as my mind starts to wander.

They left me empty, a shell of a child. I was nothing and in the end, I accepted that as my fate. I accepted my nothingness even if that were to mean my death. In fact, I welcomed death, I wished for it daily and prayed for it nightly. I almost welcomed it to the point that with each blow I endured, I hoped that it would be the one to finally end me. That was never the case, no; fate had other plans for me. It was clear that it wanted me to survive. To this day, I am unsure as to why.

Why must I live whilst others perish?

I miss you sometimes and I think of you more often than not.

Whenever my mind allows me to venture into thoughts of you, I cannot help but think that it should have been me. I should have been the one who died and not you. You promised to protect me but I couldn't do the same for you and I'm sorry, I know I failed you. I often wonder if my being alive is meant to be an act of penance, something I must do in order to redeem the sacrifice you made for me.

I have lost many things along the way, you, my parents, and my innocence, all gone, never to return. It's now replaced with a desire for revenge that used to consume me. There was once hatred that did nothing but eat away at me and I let it as it justifies my means. From the day I left that cage, I thought that I would never feel anything other than the anger that's seething inside of me but now, now that seems to be changing.

Sebastians' breathing is deep as he starts to snore lightly, waking me from my thoughts. I slide back to make my body flush against his. An arm slips underneath me and wraps around my waist. I can feel my face start to heat up as my face burns with a blush I cannot seem to stifle.

Is this wrong?

Drawing in a deep gasp of air, Sebastian exhales a lengthy yawn. His breath breezes past my neck as he holds me closer to him, nestling into the back of my head. My heart thumps wildly and no matter how many slow intakes of breaths I take, I can't seem to steady it, then again, I don't really care to. I want to feel this; I want to know that I can feel something other than the hatred that has consumed me for so long. I smile and relax as I let myself be held by him.

I feel confused, you confuse me Sebastian.

He makes me feel safe and at ease whenever he's around me but however safe I think I feel with him, I can't help but worry. I trust you but are you really someone worthy of my trust?

You told me that you are a creature, no more than a killer and I believe that, I saw how capable you actually are and it scared me. There is a darkness within you that I cannot fathom and as scared as I am, I can't help but be drawn to you. It makes me curious, it makes me want to know more but then again, it also makes me hesitant. You are bound to me because of our contract but who are you really? Are you as they say you are - a demon? You are certainly not a butler named Sebastian Michaelis but you play the role well.

I sigh as open my eyes, rolling them to the side to look over my shoulder at him.

Can you really be trusted?

Do I care so little about who you actually are that I'm willing to be consumed by the darkness you bring? Should I be worried that you will devour me?

I suppose I should be but I'm not.

I don't care who you actually are and I don't care if you drag me to hell. Wherever you dwell, in that place in the shadows, I wish to go too. I've turned my back on the light long ago, there's nothing left for me there and even if there was, I simply don't want it. I have never been scared of hell nor am I worried about being judged by a God I don't believe in. There is no hope in me ever wishing to be with the righteous and you see that in me, you see me for who I really am and embrace that.

With that final thought, I smile to myself as I tuck my hand underneath my pillow, snuggling into it. Yawning, I finally let myself succumb to sleep.

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A soft knock on the door disturbs me from my sleep; it is low but constant as it tries to grab my attention. Stretching my body out from the tips of my fingers right down to the length of my toes, I groan slightly at being woken up so abruptly. My head rolls over to the side to see if Sebastian has woken up too but my eyes land on an empty space and then I realize, I'm in my own bed.

Sebastian must have brought me back in my sleep last night. There is another knock on the door and I start to sit up, rolling my eyes at the thought of why he just doesn't come in as he usually does.

"Come in." I call out as I wait for the door to open.

There is a slow turn of the handle and it cracks open slightly as the silver service trolley appears in the gap. It hesitates for a moment, and then starts to rattle slightly before it's fully pushed into the room.

"G-good mornin' young master." Mey-Rin greets me as she enters. I gasp slightly and quickly scramble over to the bedside table to grab my basic medical eye patch, which I swiftly loop over my earlobes.

"Where is Sebastian?" I ask, smoothing my hair down over my patch and trying to remain as composed as possible. Unsteady hands pick up the teapot on the trolley and shake as they try to pour the liquid into the patterned cup beside it.

"Um, Mister Sebastian asked me to attend to you this mornin'."

"Why? Where is he?"

"I'm really not sure young master." She smiles as she hands me the teacup on a matching saucer.

Mey-Rin almost freezes as she watches me examine my tea.

Looking at that dark brown liquid, I bring it to my nose and take a sniff. Well, it's clear that he at least prepared the tea before leaving it to her.

"Is everythin' all right?"

"Yes, everything is fine Mey-Rin." I nod as I lift the teacup up to my lips and take a sip.

Seeming satisfied with my response, she goes over to my wardrobe and pulls out my uniform along with a white shirt. Walking back over to the bed, she lays them out flat and turns to me.

"Will you be needin' assistance in gettin' ready?" She asks, her coarse Essex accent always seems to become heavy and thick whenever she is nervous, which she currently seems to be.

"No, that's all right, I can dress myself." I reply. Mey-Rin smiles at me as though relieved. "Do you know what my schedule is for today?"

She nods, "Yes, well, you 'ave school until three, then fencin' lessons with Miss Lizzie from four to five-thirty. Afterwards, your Aunt Anne and her partner will be joinin' you and for dinner later."

"I see." I sigh as I place the teacup and saucer down on my bedside table.

I desperately fight the twitch in my arms as they want to cross my chest and I bite my lower lip to stop from pouting in annoyance. I can't say that I'm looking forward to dinner tonight with that insufferable sycophant Grell. However, Grell does seem to preoccupy my Aunt, which in turn keeps her from putting her nose into my business, so I suppose, a purpose is served.

"Is there anythin' else I can do for you?" Mey-Rin inquires as she takes out my tie from one of the dresser drawers and walks back over towards me.

"No, that will be all. I think I'll get dressed now."

"Okay, well, um, breakfast will be served shortly then." She smiles, bowing before quickly leaving the room.

"Right then." I begin.

Pushing the blankets off, I slide out of bed and over to where she has laid out my uniform, perhaps if I can get dressed quickly, I will be able to find Sebastian so that I can talk to him. With that plan in mind, I hurriedly dress myself. I fumble over the buttons, as my fingers are not as adept at doing this as Sebastian, but I make do. Smoothing the shirttails down along my waist and pulling up my trousers, I fasten them and look around for my belt.

"She didn't take out a belt." I mutter as I rest my hands on my waist and drum my fingers as I think. "Where would Sebastian put my belts?" I wonder aloud as I go over to my dresser, pulling open each drawer until I find them rolled up neatly next to my socks. Taking out a thin leather belt, I unravel it and slide it through my belt loops and through the metal buckle, pulling it tight and latching it closed.

Going back over to the bed, I pick up my tie and toss it around my neck, popping my collar up in the process. Looping over the ends together, I try to tie my tie but it falls apart with each attempt. My head falls back and I exhale loudly as I start to get frustrated with every failed try.

"Where are you Sebastian?" I groan as I try once more and it comes undone. Giving up I flop down on the bed, my arms rest above my head and I stare at the ceiling as I think. "Why isn't he here?" My thoughts vocalize as I start to sit upright again. Reaching behind me, I grab my tweed waistcoat and slip it on over my shoulders, buttoning it as quickly as I can. Once finished, I stand and attempt to tie my tie again. Finally knotting it in something that may hold, I tuck it in, put on my jacket and head out into the hall.

Walking along and looking into each room I pass, I can't seem to find him. Is he avoiding me? If he is, I wonder why?

A little ways down the hall, I notice that the door to my office is wide open, which is odd, as I prefer to have that particular door kept closed. Going over to the doorway, I see Sebastian stood by one of the bookcases; putting the books I had taken out to study the previous day, back up on the shelf. He doesn't notice me as I slip into the room and as silently as possible, close the door behind me, leaning my back against it.

"Where did you go last night?" I ask. My eyes lower as I look at him with a half-smile.

"Good morning young master." He greets me almost officially, without any warmth in his voice as he continues to put the books away.

I saunter over to the bookcase, stopping right beside him. I am unsure what to do here; do I reach out and wrap my arms around him or wait for him to do something? My arms start to rise but hesitation gets the better of me and I drop them back to my sides. Still, he doesn't seem to be doing anything either, especially as he barely acknowledges my presence.

I don't understand, why is be being like this?

After a while of standing in an uncomfortable silence, Sebastian finally looks over at me; his head tilts to the side as his eyes drop to my neck.

"What happened to your tie young master?"

"I tried to tie it."

"Why? Wasn't Mey-Rin there to assist you?" He asks as he puts the book down on the shelf and turns to me. Without so much as a smile, he takes my tie into his hands, tugging at the feeble knot, causing it to come undone with little effort.

"She was but I thought that I could do it myself." I reply and he nods at my response, remaining focused on the task as hand. I watch as he loops the fabric together and I shrug. "I suppose I failed." I chuckle lightly but his face remains stern.

"You were closer than you think; perhaps I should teach you how to tie a proper Windsor knot."

"Perhaps." I agree as he glides the knot up my neck to the base of my throat, adjusting it around the collar.

My gaze drops to the floor as I bite my lower lip and think about what to do. My hand reaches out and brushes past his waist but he doesn't move, not even a flinch. Feeling brave, I let my fingers stretch out and slide from the side of his waist to his back as I press my face up against his chest. We stay like this for a moment and then he steps out of my hold, letting my arm fall to the side.

"You have to stop." He states.

"Stop what?"

"This. You cannot be affectionate towards me." His tone is even and cold.

"Why not? There is no one else around." I move towards him, wrapping my arms around his as I try to pull him towards me but he slides it out of my grip, stepping over to the bookcase.

"I'm sorry but for now, we have to keep this professional."

"Professional? I think we crossed that line last night, don't you?" I reply almost snidely.

Sebastian bows he head as he nods, putting his hands on one of the bookshelves, leaning against it.

"I've spent the whole night thinking about that and I should have never allowed it to happen in the first place. I let my desire get the better of me and for that I am truly sorry." He sighs, turning around to face me as he presses his back against the edge of the bookcase. It feels as though my heart is going to explode in my chest, it's squeezed so tightly, it's actually forgetting to beat.

"I don't understand, are you saying that what happened between us was a mistake?" I blurt out as I stagger towards him. He holds his hands out, grabbing on to my upper arms, halting me.

"No, I don't think it was a mistake." He answers calmly.

"Then what?" I snap and he lowers his head again. "Are you - are you leaving me?"

"No, I'm not going to leave you."

"Then I don't understand."

"Can't you see I'm wrong for you?"

"No." I respond plainly.

"God damn it Ciel, open your eyes and see me for what I really am."

"And what is that exactly?" I snap. His eyes lock into mine as he stares at me hard. "My eyes are open and all I know is what I see."

"And what is that?"

"You are the butler I named Sebastian Michaelis. You call yourself a creature and a killer but everyone else calls you a demon. Before we met you called yourself Black Cat, that much I know."

"And you're not scared?"

"Of course I'm scared, I'd be foolish not to be but as per the terms of our contract, you cannot hurt me. The question is, are you a man worthy of your aesthetics and will you honor the contract?"

"You know that I will."

"Then you are right for me." I smile wryly.

"I will do nothing but break you." He warns firmly and I shrug.

"You can't break what's already broken Sebastian." He sucks in a deep breath as he shakes his head.

"You think you're broken now? Then wait until I'm through with you."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, it's a promise."

"We shall see." I smirk. Sebastian squeezes my arms tightly.

"We can't continue like this." He mutters softly to himself.

"But-"

"We don't have any rules or boundaries in place. I think it's best if, for now, we just kept it professional until we do."

So that is it then? You've made up your mind. After all that I said you still wish to deny me?

Fine.

I struggle out of his grip and fall back towards the desk, the back of my knees hit the edge causing my legs to weaken and I brace myself to keep from falling. Sebastian comes towards me to help but I swat at him.

"Get away from me; I don't need your help." I hiss as I start to stand up right, pulling down my tweed waistcoat and straightening myself out.

"Will you let me explain?"

"No need, you're quite right. We need to keep this as professional as possible."

"I think you misunderstood me."

"I understood you perfectly Sebastian, it was silly of me to think anything to the contrary." I retort as I start to head towards the door.

"Wait a minute Ciel." He calls after me.

"No, we're through here and I have to go to school." I almost bark as I storm off.

He just dropped me, like it was nothing, like I am nothing.

Again, I am not anything to anyone.

A hand grips my wrist tightly and I'm thrown back into the middle of the room. Stumbling over my feet, I fall to the ground but I don't try to get up as Sebastian looms above me. I roll my head towards the ceiling to see his face as he scowls above me. Dropping down on his knees on top of me, he hovers so close that I can feel his breath on my face.

"Don't think you heard me Ciel." He growls.

"I heard you just fine Sebastian." I snort. "You want to keep things professional then let's, I'm not going to stop you."

"Will you stop being a brat and just listen?" He instructs and I fight hard to keep a pout from forming on my lips.

"I'm listening."

"There is something that I need to put in place first before we do anything more. As I said, we're going to need rules and boundaries."

"What is it you're planning to put in place?"

"I can't tell you young master." He smirks.

"You can't lie to me Sebastian." I warn lightly.

"Well then, I'm in the clear. How can I lie when you don't even know what it is?" This time, I do pout at his comment, it's true, he hasn't lied about anything but he still won't tell me. "It's for your benefit in any case."

"My benefit?"

"You just have to trust me." He looks at my sulking face and smiles, "Do you still trust me?"

"Yes." I quickly answer without thinking twice. Yes, I know that I do trust you.

"Do you feel safe with me?" He asks me seriously. I feel like the question is heavier than he meant it to be but I understand why he needs to know, he must still be worried about me.

"Implicitly." I state clearly. "I trust you not to hurt me, I trust you to keep me safe and protected. I've entrusted everything to you Sebastian, from my life, my skin and bones to my very soul." I finish.

"Your soul?" He repeats, "Are you really willing to give up something so valuable to me?"

Folding my arms across my chest, I let a sardonic smile cross my lips as I nod. "If you think it's of value demon, then you can have it."

Sebastian emits a low guttural growl as he presses himself into me. Hands travel up my sides to my chest and underneath my arms, unraveling and raising them above my head. Lightly gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head, ruddy brown eyes look up and straight at me. I swallow hard as those eyes narrow on me.

"I like it when you call me a demon." He purrs.

His back arches and dips as his chest slithers through my legs and along my body. I can't help but shiver as every bit of fine hair on my body stands on end. Ever so gently, he brushes his lips over the skin of my neck. I roll my head back as I sigh out.

Everything stops; there is no rush as he takes his time with me. His tongue licking every bit of my neck, almost as though I was as sweet as his favorite candy.

There is no other sound, just my breath as I pant softly into the air. There is nothing, just he and I.

I don't feel anything other than his hands as they explore my body, pulling at the fabric of my clothes and running up my bare skin, feeling every part of me.

My lips are still raw and swollen from last night and I know that I'm being selfish but I greedily want more, he's inches away from me but it's still too far. Come closer Sebastian and let me taste you.

You are what I want right now, what I need. Please, give me all of you; let me have all of you. Finally, he works his way up my chin, I lick my lips as they part slightly, beckoning him to touch them and he complies. His lips meet mine as he kisses me forcefully.

I am no longer simply nothing, I have become something. Something worthy of being possessed by you and I've never wanted anything more.

Mother...Father...who will save my soul now that I've given it away?