That Butler, Isekaid (Modern!Reader Insert)

That Butler; Vision

[TW; Sexual Abuse, Grape, Past Grape, Implied Grape, Grap Grape Grape. POV You]

Within the confines of your mind, you breathe out a sigh. The air is cold and crisp, freezing you in place. There's a chill that you can't explain down your spine, something isn't right. And when you think you've opened your eyes you are only met with a void of darkness. You walk, stepping carefully upon an unseen surface. It's silent as the dead of night, perhaps even more than that. But as you continue to walk, voices are soon heard. Familiar, strangely so. However it doesn't sound like Ciel's, Sebastian's or anyone one from back there...

It sounds more like... Home..?

However, you'd long forgotten what home felt like, it's been ages and you haven't even been able to visit (Sibling)'s grave since your arrival to the other world. You suddenly feel a rush come through you, and you can't help but start to sprint to the sound of the voices. Running and running and running, you reach the destination you seek past the darkness. You find yourself, as if looking through a mirror. Your eyes staring back at you until the other you in the mirror turns away to face someone.

It's your father, standing before the you behind the glass. Yelling and screaming at you without a care as you cover your ears and cry. Hi voice loud and booming like-

BOOM

Thunder... Ah yes, you remember this, this was a few days after (Sibling)'s death. When you'd asked if he was even human for disregarding his children as such. The man snapped, screaming at you- that without him, they'd be nothing...

"You forget one detail my child..."

"What the fuck are you talking about? You-"

"I OWN YOU!!! I GAVE YOU LIFE, AND HAD YOU AND THE OTHER BRAT NOT LIVED THAT WOMAN WOULD HAVE LIVED LONGER!!"

You flinch, the sound of your father screaming scaring you a good bit. Just like every other time he'd yell at you, it was thundering. You suddenly feel a tug on your arm, and the next moment you are thrown into a dark room. Devoid of light and only a small window, it's that place again. That horrid dark and lonely place where your father would keep you when he's upset. Now... Now no one can help you, no one can get you out now that (Sibling) is gone. It's cold oh so cold...

"You may come out, when you learn to be a better child." Says your father with a growl, before locking you back inside the cage he'd made for you...

Every bit of you shakes with fear and anxiety, the feeling crawling up your spine and giving you chills. Images start to flash before you, images so dark and painful you'd wished not to return to it all.

Another scene emerges, and you are yet again within the confines of your cage, your 'father' looming before you. Your accursed father walking in, and calling you his favorite little toy. You have seen through the man all this time, and the years that have gone as his 'child' has given enough to know how his mind worked in the past. The man you call father is sick, a vile being with no heart or love to give even you, who is his supposed daughter.

"You are mine, and you will never be able to escape that..."

"And you're an idiot, but you don't see me complaining."
Your father is angered by your words, grabbing you by the collar and leaning close to your ear. Before taking a harsh bite at it. Causing it to bleed as you still try to go against him. Ultimately, this does not change anything, including the mans' claim over your existence*

"This blood, tastes of my blood. You are mine, through and through..."

As your father cruelly sinks his teeth into your ear, a sharp pain radiates through your body. You wince, tears streaming down your face, a mixture of pain and defiance in your eyes. You try to pull away, but his grip on your collar tightens, his fingers digging into your delicate flesh. Despite the pain, you refuses to let fear consume you.

"Bite me all you want, fucker" you hiss, voice filled with unyielding determination. "My blood may be tainted with your disgusting existence, but my spirit will be untainted. I will never submit to you."

Your father's grip tightens even further, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and sadistic pleasure. "You think you can defy me? You're nothing but a fragile little homunculus, a creation of mine. Your existence is only worth what I deem it to be."

Your body trembles under your father's cruel assault, but you refuse to back down. With every ounce of strength you can muster, you raise your hand and slaps him across the face. The sound of the impact echoes through the room, and a look of surprise crosses your father's face.

"I may be a homunculus, a creation, but I will never be your puppet," You declare, your voice steady and filled with defiance "You may have influenced my beginnings, but I am my own person. And I will fight for my freedom until my last breath."

You father recoils from the slap, a mixture of shock and fury etched across his features. He releases his grip on your collar, and you stagger back, clutching her bleeding ear. Your eyes still burn with determination as you stare at him.

"I will expose your true nature and bring an end to your tyrannical reign," You vow, voice steady and unwavering. "No longer will I be a pawn in your twisted game. I will find a way to break free from your chains, and when I do, you will pay for every ounce of pain you've inflicted upon me."

Your father's expression darkens, his anger simmering beneath the surface. But you remain resolute, refusing to let the fear consume you. You know the road ahead will be treacherous, filled with uncertainty and danger. But you also know that you can no longer remain complacent, allowing your father to dictate your every move.

You are pushed down onto the floor, and he spreads your legs despite your protests. He scoots closer, and touches you. He shifts, his head between your legs as he lays down. He starts to lick and suck. It hurts at first, of course it would. Then you let out unwanted moans and moans again. He becomes eager, increasing his sick pleasure. You moan louder than before, holding onto your hands in a sort of prayer and crying out, silently begging for someone to save you.

You release, your back arching. It always would end up like this, but you can't do much as your father just has that control over you despite your consistent defiance. Once you're done, you go limp on the floor. But the mad man continues his work, "Don't cover yourself. Let me see them~", he huskily said and was licking his lip while gawking at your now half-naked frame. He grabs and settles your arms by your head.

"So soft~", he murmured as he gave a testing grope on both of her breasts. His thumbs and index pinches your pink buds, earning a reaction from her immediately. Nobody had ever touched such an intimate part of you, which is why you is undeniably sensitive. "I want to taste them" *The Marquis didn't waste them to dive into his meal, enveloping his mouth around her and tongue craving around the bud. "Mmm~"

Clenching your teeth together for the purpose of hiding your voice due to your denial of this being reality, however the man disliked the silence. He detaches himself. Seemingly the small mewls motivate him to suck harder, simultaneously rolling his tongue around your hardened bud. His free hand is massaging your left, spreading his leftover saliva with his fingers. He only chuckled playfully at your negative reaction before his right hand travelled downward.

The man you call father pulls away, his face shining. He adjusts, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. He positions himself on top of you, and he sinks into you, his size stretching you, "N-no.. Augh..."

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he begins thrusting in and out of you without any hesitation as you screamed from the sudden intrusion, the man made sure that he tore your hymen and slid all of his inches inside of you. Making sure he was buried all inside of his precious homunculus. It's not real, or at least it wasn't. But this memory haunts you, you were soft and warm, fitting around him so perfectly. The horrid man deemed you as heaven on earth as he warms his cock with your insides despite his child crying and squirming from the never all that new sensation of you being intruded by his member. Instead of him immediately arranging your insides to fuel his insatiable lust, his perfect slave was a moaning mess as he body was denying their own mind...