Her Butler, Persistent

All she could feel was the burning sensation of rough and scaly knuckles pounding into the back of her thin and bruising shoulder. "You little shit!" his saliva was hot as it oozed down her naked spine, she was shivering with tears cascading down her pink cheeks. 'Please stop… Make it stop… Mom, please… Where are you?'. Her father continued to beat her senseless, he was nowhere near finished. "I'm going to bash your fucking skull into the boulder! You hear me?! I'm going to destroy you! And you're going to like it…" he grabbed her small jaw, nearly breaking it out of place with his firm grip.

She struggled to breath, her heart racing and adrenaline pulsing rapidly through her veins. Her arm was bleeding from the cut of a kitchen knife acquired prior to now. There were scabs running down her lanky legs and her hair had bald spots in multiple areas of her scalp. She could feel the lice crawling in her hair. Everywhere. God, it was disgusting. Her torn underwear was tossed somewhere in the room, and she refused to look in her father's green eyes as as he continued to touch her in a way less intended for harm, but for pleasure. His own pleasure. She whimpered in fear, crying for her mother. But no one would come to help her.

Love truly is a waste…

Between the years of 1882 and 1887

"What do you mean you have to leave?" Samuel asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. You stared at him in frustration.

"It isn't hard to make the Mistress her soup and tend for her. I'll be back by dusk." you assured him. Before he could continue to ask why you weren't even taking a carriage, or where it was you were going; you had already left the estate.

The Phantomhive manor was in the horizon, the darkening white clouds and graying blue sky in a swirl above the building. The large shrubs were currently getting trimmed by the three servants whom worked there for Ciel Phantomhive. Mey-Rin, Bardroy, and Finnie. You never really spoke to them, they usually stayed at the manor to make sure it was safe while Ciel and Sebastian went to do their errands. They didn't notice you, they were all too busy talking and making sure not to clip too much off of each branch.

As you approached, you stopped on the stone path to taste the rolling wind with your tongue. Sebastian was definitely here, but where? You wandered around for a bit, trying to pin-point his exact location. "What a surprise.".

You didn't jump, in fact it made sense now why you couldn't find him. He was behind you. "Sebastian, just the butler I was looking for." you said slyly as you slowly turned, a fake smile across your lips.

He didn't look amused at all, instead he looked rather irritated. His lips were in a line, and his eyes looked down upon you loathingly. It caught you off guard, usually he had a long smirk on which was usually what caught many female mortal's attention. "Unfortunately." he sighed, blinking once before continuing. "Might I ask why you are in search of me, snake?".

The word made you flinch. You took in a deep breath, your goal was to get what you needed out of him no matter the consequences and then return to Lady Cora. And those were your intentions. "Tell me, Sebastian…" you blinked a few times, turning around again and pouting your lips. "Your boy, Ciel… He seems awfully determined with something.".

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked with impatience.

"What is Ciel out after?" you turned around, so close to his face that you could feel the air coming out of his nose against your own face. You squinted a bit, looking into his red eyes.

Sebastian finally gave a smile, not moving a bit once you got near him. "I'm afraid that is none of your concern, madam." he said, bowing a bit before taking a step back.

You bit your bottom lip in tension. "I wouldn't be asking, if it wasn't." you spat in return.

"Snake sure are slimy creatures, don't you think?" before you were able to ask what he was rambling about, you saw under his foot a squirming garter snake. You could almost feel the crunching of his spine in your own. His small, slender scales shined in the light. You wanted to punch Sebastian right then and there, but you looked up at him with your best look of apathy. He lifted the snake up from under his black shoe, letting the serpent wrap around his arm in preparation to strike. Before the snake began to arch its back, it quickly sensed your staring and slithered towards you, stretching from the space between you and Sebastian until his head safely touched your shoulder. "Smh," Sebastian said in disgust, watching the snake protectively rest on the back of your neck.

You grabbed the snake and safely set him back onto the ground, and watched him as he slither away from the manor. "You seem to be avoiding my question, Sebastian. It's beginning to seem suspicious why it is so crucially important to keep Ciel Phantomhive's-".

"Sebastian? What are you doing out here?". You glanced over quickly, seeing Ciel with his snake-designed cane beside him. "(F/N)?".

You gave a respectful bow for the Earl's presence, followed by Sebatian. "My young master," Sebastian began. "Forgive me for my sudden disappearance. It seems (F/N) had forgotten to say an appropriate farewell last night and has come here today for the currently ill Lady Cora to say her forgiveness. Isn't that so, (F/N)?" Sebastian glanced at you, his eyes glowing.

You raised a brow before nodding in agreement and smiling again. "But of course, Ciel." you stepped forward, and felt the sudden tension Sebastian gave off when he saw you approach his feast. "Lady Cora asked me to give you an apology." you went off of what Sebastian had been able to awfully make up.

"You have my condolences, you can leave now." Ciel rolled his eyes, shooing you away with the flick of his hand. You nodded, walking past Sebastian slowly and giving him a glare with your pink orbs before returning to your green mortal irises.

Whatever Ciel Phantomhive was up to, it was a secret...