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

Kidnapped- Part 11

  The box you were in was small but not indestructible and, after about an hour of kicking at the left corner it finally gave in. You wiggled your way out of the trunk but not without scratches to your face right arm and legs. You also managed to tear your pajamas in the process but not enough for it to really matter.

The train didn't have much time left on the tracks and you needed to escape or find away aboard the train without being noticed. You carefully began to rummage through other passengers trunks, trying your best to put together a suitable outfit and somehow you managed but the color scheme was all wrong. It was best to lay low for the time being, you weren't sure what or who could be waiting at the end of the line. Knowing Lord Beel he had probably set up some sort of arrangement involving you. Could you be heading to the home of another demon? Back to the Market? No..Anywhere but there. This is why you opted to dress in the clothes of a boy. Finding clothing in your size was a bit difficult but you managed, although the pants were a bit too long. You could only hope that no one recognized their clothing on you as you walked to the door of the luggage car. You fixed your hair as best you could, and tucked it into a cap.

You slid open the car door and stepped carefully into the next car. Looking around to be sure no one had seen you enter. The last car was occupied by an older gentleman who was fortunately in a heavy sleep, you slipped in and sat in the corner, out of view of the car door's window, just in case the staff came by.

There were a few times when you thought the man would surely wake up but oddly enough he didn't even wake when the staff came by to knock on the door and announce that the train was 10 minutes from its destination, Italy.

ITALY?!

Your heart sank. You were only a maid after all. Why would your master come searching for you? He was a demon, and you, a human. He could easily replace you, as he so often felt the need to remind you. Should you even bother trying to head back? It was all you had for a home, but this was the chance to escape that you had been waiting for. David, well, he seemed to be happy about living there. Perhaps it was time to finally escape.

The train slowed and came to a halt, but not before you slipped out of the car and back out the back of the train. The last thing you wanted was to be questioned or run into the owner of the clothes you borrowed.

The train station was crowded and, unfortunately, Italian wasn't one of the languages your tutors knew so most of the signs and street names were not familiar to you. At the very least you'd need to find someone or someplace that spoke English.

You noticed a few people pointing and mumbling to others as they looked in your direction. You then realized that you had forgotten to wrap your chest. So while the clothes suited the role you were trying to play, your overly large chest, did not. You quickly walked out of the station and found an alley where you were able to use your pajama pants to make a sloppy chest binding. You thought that keeping your old clothing might be useful.

You began laying a plan out in your head. Find someplace that speaks English, or needs an English speaking person to work for them. It would be a few days before you could find a place to live and then perhaps...

"Well look at what we 'ave here..."

You turned around quickly to see who was speaking. In front of you stood a tall man with a thin mustache and dark hair. "It seems our little package was shipped to ze wrong address. Lord Beel said you were a naughty girl. You're lucky I like my girls to 'ave some spirit in zem."Two men who were clearly body guards grabbed your wrists which made you immediately try to pull free. "I wouldn't struggle if I were you mon cher..My boys don't take kindly to people who make zer jobs more difficult." A knife was then pressed to your throat.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jorge, your new Master." He chuckled softly and his eyes flashed red. You were then thrown into the back of a fancy looking car where the two lackeys bound your wrists and ankles. The Frenchman got on his knees and, starting at your feet, took long and slowly breaths as if taking in your scent. "Mon cher, you still smell of lavender and lilac. It is nice." He smirked softly, "Lord Bell told me about your previous Master, alzough he forgot to mention his name. No matter, I'll know in a moment."

So this was another demon?

The man found what he was looking for after another round of sniffing you. All you wanted was this pervert to stop touching you, but it only got worse. He found the seal your master had place upon you, many weeks ago. "Let's zee who you used to belong t-" The demons face froze, then as if in panic he snarled at the driver. "Step on it!"

He then looked at his body guards. " When we reach the villa take her to ze basement. Put her in ze cell furthest from ze stairs. Cover her in blankets, zen in salt. Wash her head wiz holy water so she can still breathe." His tone became more serious, "She is a Faustian maid." He snarled. "Dammit Beel, It's going to be at least a month before I can put her to work. Still...she'll be ze prettiest little pet. Ze men will file in line to play wiz 'er." A wicked smile curled on his lips as the car sped off toward their destination.

Meanwhile, your Master was running, hoping to find you when he reached the train. Your scent was fading, and fast.

To be continued...