"You are mine."
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Despite Yumi's reluctance, she had been giving into Sebastian's darkness every night since their first kiss, and she couldn't stop.
As they investigate a string of missing teenagers, Yumi finds herself stuck in the blackness...
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Episode 11 Continued - Her Butler, Careless
"They're all just ugly carnies and stupid low rides," I remarked as we stepped through the carnival together. "I don't see any freak show."
"We only explored half the carnival, my lord," he said then. "It was advertised so it should be here."
"And why is everyone dressed like goons? All that makeup and face paint," I said then, brows drawing together when a saw a man pass by. "What is that green thing? It's hideous."
"I think that's one of the superhero characters, master," Sebastian said then, glancing around for threats before looking back down at me. "He's in that famous movie about superhero's who fight. I think his name was... Bulk or something?"
"They need to rethink colors," I said then, shaking my head, "he looks like he's about to vomit all over the place."
Sebastian chuckled.
I then glanced around. "What is that?"
"I belief that's an interpretation of a ghost, master," Sebastian said, glancing over at a person wearing a sheet over themselves. "Very poorly done, but I'm not one to judge."
I just scoffed, nose wrinkling. "What is with everyone today and dressing like loons?"
"Well... I guess today is a holiday." Sebastian kept walking beside me. "Halloween, I believe."
"Halloween?" I echoed then, shaking my head. "They still celebrate that? I thought that grew old long ago. I hadn't seen anyone dress up since I was fifteen."
Sebastian gazed down. "If I might be frank, my lord. You haven't gone into the real world since you were fifteen. And three years isn't long enough to detonate an entire holiday, I'm afraid."
"Whatever," I said then, glancing around to find more people walking around, "three years, my ass, it feels like a decade. Endless, if you tell me."
Sebastian's stance seemed to falter. "Sadly, master, nothing is endless. Everything withers eventually." He smiled. "Except for me, of course. Don't worry even a little. When you die, I will be right by your death bed, knowing I will surpass you for years to come."
