•Mallory•Ciel and Sebastian were on business or some shit. And I broke into Ciel's house because I'm bored, but Sebastian knew I was gonna do this so I think he told Ciel.
Fucking cunt.
Out of nowhere, Ciel busts the door open, and frantically runs over to me.
"She took him!" He says.
"What? Who took who? The hell is wrong with you, boy?" I ask.
"Angela! She took Sebastian! I don't know how he couldn't beat her, but she took him!" He yells frantically.
I jump up, running towards the door, dragging Ciel with me.
"Where'd she take him?" I ask.
"Probably where she took him last time. It's an old dungeon thing."
"And where the hell do you find a torture chamber in the 21st century?" I ask.
"I'll tell you how to get there."
***
Thank God, me and Ciel arrive at this crazy house.
We quietly run down the stairs, Ciel behind me.
It's fairly dark, and candlelit.
I hear psychotic laughter, and the sound of a whip cracking.
That's really weird.
I reach back and grab Ciel's hand, leading him down the stairs. I walk further into the basement, and find where the crazy ass noise is coming from.
Angela's dressed like some kind of stripper, and has Sebastian chained to the freaking wall, beating the shit out of him.
Aw man, she ripped his clothes. He fucking loved that shirt, you bitch.
"Feel the wrath of God's purity!" She screams at him, still beating him.
That is not purifying....
It's called church, prayer, holy water, and repenting and being baptized.
Abusing someone isn't purifying.
She hits him in the face with the whip, and he lets out a mixture between a groan and a yell.
Either way, you can tell it hurt him.
I growl, and my grip tightens on Ciel's hand. I turn around, and kneel to his height.
"Ciel, listen to me. You need to get out of here, now. Call Savannah to come get you. This is gonna get pretty dangerous." I tell him.
He furiously nods, and runs up the stairs.
"Ugh, let me go! Why can't I break free from these stupid chains?" Sebastian yells, tugging on the restraints.
"It's demon proof. Basically a devil's trap." Angela smirks. "Except it burns your skin, if you haven't noticed."
I look closer at his wrists, to see they look red and burnt or whatever.
I squint my eyes, glaring at Angela.
"Get the fuck away from him." I growl.
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