We Stitch These Wounds (A Black Butler *Sebastian* FanFiction)

Chapter 11: Picture Day

•Mallory•

"Sebastian, let me out of this freaking room!" I yell, while kicking and beating on the door.

He locked me in a bedroom.

"Not until you put on that dress!"

"I don't wanna wear a dress! It's just pictures!"

Today is "picture day".

Basically, me, Savannah, Sebastian, and Ciel have to take pictures.

And I have to wear a dress.

"Mallory please, if Savannah will wear a dress, then you can too. And do you see me wearing band merch and skinny jeans? No, I'm wearing my tailcoat. The only thing 'out of the ordinary' is the Converse because Bardroy set my others on fire."

I groan, and look over at the dress.

It's black and gothic/punk rock like, but it's still a dress.

"Am I allowed to wear my Converse?"

He sighs, "I guess."

"Okay, then. I guess I'll wear it."

"Thank you." I hear his footsteps fade away, so I walk over to the dress.

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"HEEEELLPPP." I groan.

"What is it now?" Sebastian asks from outside the door.

"I can't do this corset thingy."

"Mey-Rin, come help Mallory!"

"I'm busy at the moment, Mr. Sebastian." I hear her yell.

"Savannah!"

"No!"

"Either somebody helps me with this or I'm not wearing it." I fight.

"I guess I'll have to do it. Let me in, please." He sighs.

"W-what? No! The only thing I'm wearing is this petticoat tutu thing and this half tied corset! Are you crazy?" I panic.

"Well if you won't let me do it, then I'll have either Finny or Bardroy do it."

"Come in." I say quickly.

He jiggles the doorknob, "It's locked."

I roll my eyes, and go open the door, while hiding behind it at the same time.

"Mallory, why are you so worried? It's not like your not wearing anything at all."

"The tutu is really short."

"It's called a petticoat, darling. Now will you please come out from under the bed?"

I was now hiding under the bed. "Um..."

"Come on, Mal, what's the worst I could do?"

"Well I don't want you eye- raping me. Why do you think I always wear jackets and jeans?"

"I'm not gonna do that, you know."

"I'm not coming out from under this bed until you promise."

"Okay. I promise."

"Promise what?"

"I promise I won't eye-rape you. Now will you please come out from under there?"

I sigh, and then hesitantly crawl out from under the bed.

"Now hurry up with this. I've still got my hair and makeup."