Behind those eyes {black butler fanfic}

Act I - The demon woman

"Wake up prisoner 819" the bastard man purred in my ear.

I opened my eyes to the dimly lit room. Inside was a stone bed, which I was on, to the right of me was a table which had medical tools which I presumed were used on me.  There was nothing else in the brick room except him but I was going to pretend he didn't exist. Well for now anyway. He hadn't particularly managed to worm his way into my good books so he didn't deserve my attention.

"Oh come on 819, you can't possibly not want to look at me, especially now after all I've done for you." The assholes voice continued.

Done for me? What could he have done for me that deserved my praise? All I can remember was being stabbed by a cloaked man and then waking up here. God I don't know what he did but he certainly doesn't even earn the right to breathe the same air as me.
Sounds snotty but, I am a lady after all.

Recalling that I was indeed stabbed, I pushed myself up with all my arm strength I could muster, ignoring the comments from him, and looked down at where I recollected being attacked from earlier, or however long ago it had happened.

The area of the wound had been patched up as far as I could tell as the blood around he region was dry. All that remained was a massive scarlet patch and a dash where the knife or whatever it was, had gotten me. My vital fluid had made a nasty stain on my crystalline dress.

Damn, I really liked that dress too.

"-glad with my handiwork on your wound?" I zoned in on his final sentence. I didn't even notice he had been blabbering on all this time to be honest. I thought he had stopped annoying me with his presence.

I guess we all can't get what we want.

"Bastard" I muttered under my breath.

"Hmmm I didn't quite catch that" he blissfully chirped.

"I said bastard, you bastard" raising my voice a little bit. He bloody knew what I said to him the first time, he was just trying my patience. That just made me want to lash out at him more.

I guessed by the footsteps that he had moved from my left side to my right where the medical tools were. I still wouldn't dare gaze at him. I heard something going on from where he had walked to, it sounded like the soft 'tink' metal makes when it's softly moved together.

I gasped as I felt something sharp plunge into my wrist. I winced in pain and bit my lip as a held back tears. I could clearly feel the blood trickling down my wrist and onto my hands and I let out a small whimper.

"I don't think you understand 819" the man got real close to my ear and whispered darkly "as your master I would expect you to be nice to me, or at least mask your hate for me" his hand touched my right one and caressed it, my blood mixing with his hand.

I took in a sharp intake of breath. I cautiously decided to inspect my capturer, not knowing what I was going to see. After all I was literally 'stabbed in the back' and I didn't get a chance to have the face welcomed into my life. Sarcasm intended.

I gasped as soon as I turned. I was expecting him to be some mid forties looking pedophile, but he actually looked quite handsome. He seemed to be in his early twenties with not a flaw on his face. He had black hair that scruffily cascaded down his face and piercing green eyes. His mouth was turned upwards into a cocky smirk.