The Ball Night

Liberty and Death

Catherine's P.O.V

Kill me.

The desire to jump off a cliff was becoming stronger as Francis rubbed his knee against me. Choking back the moans that threatened to come out, anger filled my heart for feeling the pleasure that Francis was doing.

To be honest, he wasn't very good, he caught me off guard with the first rub, not knowing he was going to grind on me like an filthy animal. I no longer took any more pleasure from his ruff rubbings and his disgusting breaths against my ear, although he was taking it quite...enough.

He has surprised me for the 5th time, I didn't have a clue that he would find me in the common area of the castle. Levin has stayed near Jacks and Francis's quarters as he assigned me to find servant clothing and disguise myself.

Not one person from this section of the castle has recognized me as I went in and out of the kitchens all morning. I haven't caught an ounce of sleep after witnessing Jack and Francis's brawl in the library, so I slept in this room.

Oh, Jack. How I have betrayed you for disgustingly moaning from the devils touch. Heated from the odd sexual interaction with Francis, he was dragging me once more through the twisted castle to see my dearest Jack.

I had no choice but to allow him to do what he did to me, after his chilling threat on killing my only family that I have, the weight of it all caved in as I utter the words 'ok' to him.

I know he will take this threat with much advantage, controlling me as a puppeteer does with his puppets, holding all my dear ones on a string with his repulsive fingers. If he were to ever find out about Jack...there's no other option but to end my life.

For that Jack is my life.

"We're here." Said Francis.

We were standing in front of Jack's door, instantly noticing the smell of blood escaping from the room. Goosebumps ran up and down my body when the scent hit me, what did he do to him?! My eyes wandered around the hall, trying to catch a sign that Levine might be snooping around and spying on us.

Francis then opens the door, feeling my heart sinking lower and lower. When he pushed the door in all the way, my eyes landed on Jack, for there I swear my heart has stopped beating.

I let go of Francis, from the amount of shock that was in my mind, I felt as if I have floated towards Jack.

With each step I took, I began to notice more and more of his exposed chest, the large scars that rested underneath of his breast made me gasp terribly.

I finally stood besides him, his breasts were gone, flat, as if they disappeared. His nipples were still functional, for they were hardened and pink, not a scratch on them. He was asleep, his face gaunt and pale, no doubt from the loss of blood from...whatever this is.

I bent down, tears falling as my heart shattered into millions of pieces.

With a shaky hand, I reached out and ever so softly laid my index finger on one of his scars, the thread of the stitches that held the skin together felt rough. Gingerly trailing the long scar, I felt Jacks body jolt, my head snapping towards his handsome face, his startled eyes meeting mines.

The room was now filled with Francis and another male muffled voices going through my hearing. I payed no attention, as all that I can focus at this moment is Jack. And it seems so for him, for that he has not yet noticed Francis or the other in the room.

He attempted to grab my hand, but his face twists with pain as he hiss's from moving even an inch of his arm. His eyes, glossy and red, teared up.