Fragmenta Glacialis: a Ciel X Sebastian

Blizzard...

A/N: this entire chapter is semi-graphic torture. If you have a weak stomach skip this chapter.

Narrator's POV

The maid scowled at her mother, "She is rude and controlling, everything had to be perfect or she would make me hurt. Any loaves of bread uneven, any pastries unsymmetrical, any baked good not perfectly sliced would earn me a lecture and a slap."

The ruler of the realm sat down on a chair of ice he conjured, "Then get your revenge."

Elizabeth smiled wickedly and walked into her mother's cell, not hesitating to reach into her apron pocket and pull out a sewing needle and spool of white thread.

After all, every maid should knew how to sew and always be prepared to mend clothing.

Humming a cheerful tune, the blonde began to sew her mother's lips shut, taking her time to thoroughly get every piece of her mouth.

Frances was screaming and thrashing in pain, but her icy bounds kept her in place.

By the time the sewing was completed, the teal eyed girl smiled at her work, "I dare say the stitches are perfectly spaced and are the exact same height. Do you agree, mother?"

The older blonde looked down at the ice, seeing her mouth permanently stitched into a smile.

"MMMMMMMM!" She screamed, trying desperately to rip the stitches open

Lizzy laughed, "I will take your enthusiasm as a confirmation."

Walking out of the cell and then into her brother's, the maid smiled again, "While mother stews in her suffering, let's give you your turn, shall we?"

Both of the maid had been given the slightest bit of magic upon their transformation, not enough to properly call them magic wielders, just enough to complete their tasks in a timely fashion.

Said tasks were not just to clean the place and tend to their prince's needs, but to protect at all costs —so torture magic fell under that category.

A mere snap of her icy fingers made a icicle appear in her hands, the ice not melting in her grasp since her body's new natural temperature was in the sub-zeroes.

Forcing her brother's mouth open after tilting his head all the way up, Lizzy forced the icicle down his throat sharp side first.

She felt the tremors of the blade as it scraped his internal organs lining, occasional piercing the organs and stabbing the muscles.

Once the the smooth top was all that could be seen —effectively corking his throat shut— they all watched as he slowly suffocated to death —though it was unclear whether he truly suffocated, frowned on the melting ice or bled out.

With Edward dead, Lizzy moved onto her Uncle Vincent's cell.

Before she could open it, the Ice King spoke, "Not him, Elizabeth, I will be torturing him myself."

Obeying her master's order, the maid walked to the next cell which held her father.

Looking at the pudgy man, she decided on a method to use on him.

Another snap gave her a ice funnel —the end of which was forced down his throat— and a pail of icy water.

Placing the bucket down, Lizzy reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a small pocketknife and stabbed it into his trachea.

Having given him a tracheotomy to prevent Alexis Leon from drowning, she poured the water —ice chips and all— down the funnel.

Within a few minutes, the never ending flow of ice water began to make his pudgy belly bulge and bloat more and more until it finally burst.

Blood and guts and water spilled all over the floors and onto her pale blue and white uniform.

Wiping a bit of blood that had landed onto her face off with her finger, she licked her finger clean.

Enjoying the taste, she repeated the action twice more before snapping again, instantly cleaning up her appearance —a perfect maid was always presentable after all.

She then made her way into her Aunt Angelina's cell.

The red woman began begging her niece to spare her, pleading with the girl to let her be.

Lizzy did not care, all that mattered to her anymore was obeying her master's orders.

She quickly snapped and made her ice sword that master had given her during the fight earlier and pressed it to her aunt's navel.

Ann spit up blood, already horribly injured.

Though, her pain had only just begun as Lizzy dragged the sword up, cutting the front of her torso in half like a filet.

All of her internal organs were exposed, her terrified heart pumping madly as it was exposed.

Feeling peckish, Lizzy pulled the major organ out and bit into it like an apple.

Blood spurted out of it and measured the maid's clothing and face, but that was easily fixed with magic.

With one aunt dead, Lizzy went into Rachel's cell.

"DO NOT TOUCH HER!" Vincent screamed

He pleading and bargaining was ignored, watching helplessly as his wife was forced to stand and walked out of her cell.

Rachel was not being free, she was led to the corner of the room where an Iron Maiden waited.

Well, call it an IRON Maiden was inaccurate as it was made of solid ice.

Elizabeth shoved the strawberry blonde woman into the cramped space and closed the door.

Because the torture device was made of ice, it was completely clear and made every detail obvious.

The onlookers watched as every major vein was punctured by the icicles liking the interior walls of the Ice Maiden.

Instantly, blood pooled onto the floor, dripping down the woman's body and off the spikes.

It did not take long for the puddle of blood to find its way through the cracks and drip down the dais and onto the floor.

Before long, Rachel's body went ghostly pale as she was frowned slowly of her blood.

With the last member of her family —excluding her Uncle Vincent– dead, the devoted maid returned to her mother's cell.

"Did you enjoy the show, mother?" Lizzy asked, tilting her head slightly

Naturally, the older woman did not speak, just mumbling out screams.

"You loved it?" Lizzy giggled, "Well it's time for the grand finale and you are the star of the show!"

Snapping her fingers for the last time for this session, Lizzy conjured a simple white corset —it was not a beautiful elaborate corset like the ones Ciel wore nor was it like the plainer yet still elegant ones the maids wore.

"Due to your through training on being a proper young lady, mother, I know all about how to make and wear corsets perfectly; which is wonderful since corsets are my mistress' favorite garment." Lizzy informed, "No matter how much I tightened my corset, no matter how hard I found it to breathe, I was never skinny enough for your liking. So let's see how tight we can get it."

Using her pocketknife, Lizzy cut off her mother's dress laces and tossed the ripped clothing aside.

Left in only a chemise and her corset, Frances was out in another corset and Lizzy began tightening it.

Her ribs began to crack and then break under her strength, her organs were squished under her ever tightening stomach.

Before long, Frances felt her intestines and other organs getting out of the way, rising up her throat.

Just as she feared, she began to vomit out her insides, choking on her own intestines.

The last thing she saw was her reflection in the ice, her corset so tight that the only thing under it was her spine...