The Blackest Market (Claude F. x Servant! Reader)

The Blackest Market - Part 9

Eyes open. Eyes shut. Turn this way. Adjust your legs. Too hot. Too cold. Turn back that way. Move your arms. Adjust your head. Too much noise. Too bright.

Finally you sat up and huffed softly. "Still no sleep." This was the third night since the party and the lack of sleep had begun to show itself on your face. The dark circles under your blood shot eyes couldn't even be covered up with makeup anymore. You didn't mentally feel tired, but your body was on the verge of exhaustion. Slowly and carefully you pulled yourself into your bathroom and drank down some cool water after pouring it into a cup.

You had only been in the house a couple of months but the place already began to feel like home. The master had allowed you to personalize your room since you were the only female in the mansion at present. You picked flowers from the garden which stood in a vase on the sink. You drew pictures of flowers that hung on the walls, and the older butler had even begun to teach you to sew so you could make dolls.

You set the cup down and pulled yourself into the hall, hoping a small walk would tire you out. You went out the servants door and into the garden. The flutter of bat wings could be heard and you raised your gaze to the full moon. Shining a silvery white, you marveled at its beauty. You walked further into the garden and picked a few daisies for your room.

You walked along the edge of the small lake that was in the middle of the garden, listening to the frogs and crickets play their respect night time lullabies when your stomach rumbled.

Back in the house you walked into the kitchen, daisies in hand to grab something to eat. You finally began to feel...somewhat tired. You pulled a piece of bread from the bread bin and slowly began to chew away on it.

"You're certainly up late..." A soft voice came from behind. "If you stay up this late you'll ruin those beautiful eyes..." You looked over your shoulder to see your Master. A soft blush painted across your nose and cheeks. "Master." You stood and bowed softly, hiding the piece of bread.

"There's no need to be formal right now. You're technically off duty." He smirked softly and grabbed two pieces of bread for himself from the bin before smearing them with a small bit of butter. "Are you having trouble sleeping?" He asked as he sat down at the table in the kitchen. "You seem a bit lack luster as of late. Not to seem rude to a lady." You nodded shyly and continued to nibble on your bread. Claude smirked when he noticed the sheer fabric of your night shirt just barely hiding your still growing chest. You followed his gaze to your chest and quickly moved to cover yourself with your arms, but your now C size chest made it difficult and your blush darkened considerably.

"It should wear off soon if it hasn't started to already. Your physical energy is drained because you came into contact with another demon on a level most wouldn't dare. Not to mention you belong to me. There is a flow of energy in this world that humans do not yet understand. Some have heard of it, and have tried to master it. But its more powerful than they know. Your...intimacy with Lord Beel caused your energy to become scrambled for lack of better words." He quickly finished the first piece of bread and gave you the second. "Try it with a bit of butter. The fat in the butter will help." He stood and walked toward the door, stopping in the door way to look at you. "Be sure to get some sleep, we're going someplace special next week and I want my escort to be in top condition, hm?"

He chuckled as he walked out of the room and you sighed softly. "Escort?" Where could you possibly be going now? You finished your bread slowly and after cleaning up you slowly made your way back to your room, accidentally forgetting the daisies on the counter. You walked into your room and closed the door behind you setting the shoes by your chair for the morning. Sitting on the bed you stared at the wall for a minute before laying back and staring at the ceiling, the lids of your eyes slowly fluttering shut as the exhaustion was slowly realized by your body.

"You're certainly up late..."

Like lighting you sat up in your bed, eyes darting about for the voice. It was a bit too familiar. Sinister.

No one was there. Floor, corner, door, bed, corner, ceiling, behind you, floor. Nothing. There was no where for someone to even hide. After several minutes of rushing thoughts and frantic searching with your eyes you convinced yourself that it must have just been your mind playing tricks on you. Slowly you allowed yourself to lie back down and relax, and again your eyes started to flutter shut when suddenly a cold, clammy hand pressed itself over your mouth and another hand pressed a foul smelling cloth to your nose. You felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness as a vicious voice whispered into your ear. "If you stay up this late you'll ruin those beautiful eyes..." The two hands yanked you through your pillow, sheets and even the bed itself, into a pool of blackness and as you frantically tried to stay awake it whispered to you, "No one makes a fool of me....you bitch."

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Head pounding. Loud noises. Too loud. Trying to speak but with no words. Talking feels like sucking on a plastic bag. Too dark. Can't move.

Your eyes were open, but nothing could be seen. You tried moving your limbs only to be met with a wooden wall on all sides. A wooden box. Or a trunk most likely. You had been wedged into a trunk with a layer of fake books over you. Your finger tips met the ragged spines of the now mutilated books. As your ears began to adjust to the noise you heard rumbling. The box rocked side to side and occasionally bounced. A sharp noise pierced your ear drums. A train whistle? You were on a train?! You began to pound and shout but you were too weak to do much damage to the box, and over the noise of the train who would hear you? What time was it? Did your master even know you were gone?

To be continued......