sharp blades cut deep

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! I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of its characters !

A/N: Welcome to my first ever fanfiction! English isn't my first language, so I apologize for incorrect spelling/grammar. If you find any mistakes, please comment so I can correct them. Thank you for reading this story!

(Trigger Warnings will be mentioned at the top of every chapter)

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TW: violence

Ciel POV

I was back again. The darkness, the stench, the pain...

It was exactly how I left the place.

I felt fear and despair. Some men looked at me, no, examined me as if i were a piece of meat.

I chuckled lightly. I am a piece of meat. Nothing more than a delicate body, an exhibition piece to hand around and to applaud the buyer  for the price he has been able to negotiate.

The men came closer. I couldn't see their faces. They stood still for a moment.

"This one." an ugly man said while pointing his finger...

...towards me.

A small cry escaped my mouth. No, no, not me, please, let him pick another boy, but not me.

The man laughed when he saw the fear in my eyes. He bent down towards me and I tried to escape, I didn't want him near me.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I closed my eyes, mentally preparing for the pain I would have to endure.

He came a little closer. I could smell his bad breath. I felt nauseous and tried to turn my face away.

His other hand grabbed my chin, bringing my face even closer to him.

Now I could also see him, an unkempt beard, rotten teeth and and dark eyes in which a perverse cruelty sparkled.

"What a pretty face you have. Such fine features and those big blue eyes."

His fingers ran down my cheekbone.

"You will be very, very good to me", he whispered and smiled a spoiled grin.

I felt anger creeping up as I clenched my fists. Once again, I tried to escape his unsettling grip, without success.

His gaze was still settled on my face, his hands were now even tighter around my body.

I couldn't escape. I was becoming panicked and tried to pull away with more force.

"Stay still you little shit" the man hissed betweet clenched teeth.

No, don't touch me, get away from me, I don't want your filthy hands on my body.

I couldn't stand his touch anymore. I was angry, my fear forgotten as my eyes narrowed and I spit in his dirty face.

I used his confusion and broke away from his grip. I tried to bring as much space between us as possible.

I looked at him while I crawled backwards.

He was pissed. Very pissed.

My back bumped against the wall. I felt calmer now, without this old man touching me.

But then, the wall started to move. I yelped as two big hands grabbed me with force.

I kicked and punched, a desperate and futile attempt to regain my newfound freedom without the man.