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

New wounds -Part 12

Escape. Why couldn't you escape this life? What had you done to deserve this? As you rode in the back of the fancy limousine the French man made the driver pull over by a church so his lackeys could collect some Holy Water.

Across the street was a small cafe, and outside it were groups of people sitting at small tables. You blinked for a moment as a particular couple came into view...your parents, and your mother was visibly pregnant. Why were they in Italy?

"THOSE BASTARDS!" You yelled at the window without realizing.

"Hm?" The Frenchman turned to see what you were talking about. "Oh...Your Parents are zey?" He smiled cruelly. "How does it feel to know that zey are enjoying tea and toast while you..mon cher...are being towed away into a life of servitude. Gross and Desperate men will be your only companions from now on!"

He laughed loudly and you became furious. You kicked wildly, landing a shot right in the family jewels causing the French man to double over in pain, the lackey that was holding you struggled to keep you down but you slammed the back of your head up into his nose. Blood gushed everywhere. You felt a bit bad as the man began to scream in pain but something in you had snapped. No way were you becoming someones pet. You kicked open the car door and scrambled out, freeing your arms in the process.

You first thought was to run, far away, but not before running over to the cafe to look both of your parents in the eyes. It felt like an eternity. Their jaws hung open in surprise and shock. The rest of the cafe's patrons just stared at you. Not for long though. You promptly flipped the table which bore everything that was left of their meal and ran, shouting back at them.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET YOU ASININE PIGS!!"

Run. Run. Running. More Running. You didn't want to be caught. The limousine wasn't far behind you when you had run off. You cut through back alleys and hid in boxes and barrels to avoid the Frenchman. Running. Until finally, night fell, and you couldn't move let alone run.

You crawled into a box in another random back alley, finally feeling the soreness set in. So stiff, it hurt to breath. Your clothes were barely keeping you warm as the temperature began to drop slowly. Then, reality set in.

Your master was never coming for you. You'd be found, and sold into prostitution, but only after being beaten for kicking the Frenchman in the crotch and breaking his lackey's nose. Or...you would die from starvation and freezing cold. Why had life decided to be so cruel to you? You couldn't wrap your head around something like this.

Slowly you drifted off to sleep. Your eyes were so heavy. You couldn't stay awake. Were those footsteps? Was your mind playing tricks on you?

"Heheh. Zere you are...mon cher." You couldn't fight anymore. Perhaps your new life wouldn't be so bad.

"Put. Her. Down. You Filth." Your eyes opened slowly. Was that really the voice of your master? No, it couldn't be. The shine from the demons glasses proved you wrong.

"Faustus? What makes you think I would give her up so easily? Ha! You are a laughing stock in ze underworld! Taking a liking to humans!"He growled, his lips in a mocking sneer.

"Strange. One would think you valued your life Frenchman."

Your eyes opened in time to see your Masters' burning red orbs, as the alley got even darker. Thousands of tiny whispers began filling the dark area that surrounded the alley. Was this your master's power? Spiders. Millions upon millions of spiders flooded the alley causing the Frenchman to swallow nervously.

"This is your last warning. Surrender the girl."

"Why? W-What does ze girl even mean to you?"

Claude hesitated for a moment and the Frenchman noticed.

"Hehehe...I thought so. You-.."

"Shut the hell up!"Claude became anger and spiders attacked the Frenchman, biting and injecting their venom into the mans' skin. After a few seconds he dropped you roughly onto the cold stone of the alley way.

Your master walked over, eyes glowing and an angry expression on his face, to pick you up. together, you both walked out of the alley, and into the night.

His eyes were still glowing as he looked down at you, his face stern. The Frenchman was gasping for air as the spiders crawled into his ears and down his throat,finally ending his life as they blocked his nose, leaving him gasping for air as they tiny insects filled his lungs.

"Rest Caspia." He commanded.

You didn't need to be told twice. Knowing you were in you Masters' care you slipped into a deep sleep. Sounds and light were wasted on you as you slept for the next day. When you finally woke up a soft light was surrounding you and you were in a soft bed. "M-Master?"

"Caspia. How do you feel?" An eager yet, gentle and relieved voice came from your Master who had been watching over you.

"M-My head hurts."

"Well you've been asleep for quite some time. Sit up and I'll get you something to eat."

After eating and taking some medicine you felt a bit better. Claude sat next to your bed the entire time, waiting patiently.

"What happened?"

He smirked softly, "I stole you back."

"I...saw my parents."

"Oh? And what did you do?"

"I...got angry."

"Rightfully so. Some would think getting angry wouldn't be enough after what you've been through."

"So...What now?"

"Well...We can go home. Or...We can pay your parents one last visit."

You carefully considered both options. You thought of how you felt that day when they sold you, the auction, your weeks of learning to be a maid, your fresh anger a day ago when you saw them, and a fire lit behind your eyes. You looked at Claude with determination on your face.

"I see." He smirked softly, "Speak the words then dear Caspia...I know you know them. Together, we'll make your dreams a reality..."

You breathed slowly. "Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel..."

To Be Continued...