black butler || larry

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"Please. Please dont hurt me!" The little boy cried to the hooded man who was strapping him to a metal table.

"I wont, Harry. Calm down. This wont hurt I promise."

"Yeah?"

"Yes! Now, shut up." Harry whimpered at the harsh voice of the man who just finished strapping him.

There was a crowd. Everyone in mask. Man and woman. Cold eyes peaking at the mask's hole, looking at him like he was a prey.

He was.

"Now." The man in the hood starts. "This is Harry Styles. Young and fresh, ladies and gents! Do everything you like! Everything! Enjoy!" The man laughs as the people applaud.

People started surrounding Harry's young naked body. Touching him, feeling him. He squirmed but the cuffs in his wrist and ankles were tight enough that it would scar in every pull.

Harry jumped as someone poked his butthole. He screamed, cried and tried to remove the finger by squeezing his little bum close. "Please dont." He pleaded only to be whipped in his stomach. Everyone laughed at his painful scream of agony.

A woman ran a sharp dagger along his red stomach to his chest. She started carving scars, ignoring the poor boy's plead for help. She even punctured his right eye, making his loudest scream for the night.

And there were more to come.

Hands, fingers, sharp objects touching the lad's tortured body with no mercy. Someone fucking him. Fucking his bum. His throat. Everything hurts.

"Please. Anyone. Please. I wont tell anyone. Please help me. Let me go. Please." Harry cried but nobody showed sympathy.

As the event came to an end, everyone backed away. Harry thought it was done. But it wasnt.

Harry sobbed. Crying so hard. Crying with blood in his eye.

"Noooo! Arghhhhhh! No more! Plea- arrrgghh" Harry screamed as the flaming hot metal with a symbol touched his skin.

And it was done. The straps were removed. He was carried to his cage.

It wasnt done.

"Such a dirty little boy." The man starts. "A shower is a must! Ah! Yes! A shower!" he continues amusing the rich crowd. "The one with the highest bid will give the lad a shower." The man announced. Harry then blocked the commission.

Harry hugged his legs. "Please anyone. Anyone. Anything. Help me. I'll give anything." He whispered to no one.

But there was someone.

"Really now? Anything?" A voice said.

Harry didnt look who or what it was but he answered. "Yes."

"Even your soul."

"Anything."

"Say the words Harry. Make a contract with me."

Harry's eyes widened and looked at the black smokey figure it front of him.

"W-wh-what are you?!" no one seemed to notice the figure but him.

"You summoned me, didnt you?"

"I didnt. I-I I didnt summon anyone."

"Oh dear. That is a problem. Such a waste. Tsk." The voice started fading.

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"Can you help me?"

"I can. But can you give me what I want?"

"Anything. I dont care what the damn it is! My soul, I dont care. Kill them. Kill all these people."

"Well then. Is that all? You might know that if I do only this, you will give your soul as it is your only goal."

"No. Help me take revenge to the people who started this. The people who took my parents away from me."

The voice chuckled and vanished.

Harry was still a bit shocked but the next sinister thing that happened brought a smile to his system. The sight of a blue eyed man, caramel hair and tail coat, killing the people around him, giving them agony that they plead for mercy they didnt show was a sight indeed.

The scene was over and the man was carrying his injured body.

"What are you?" He asked.

"Why, Im your butler, my Lord."

"What is your name?"

"What name do you want me to have, my Lord?"

"Louis. Your name is Louis. Louis Tomlinson"

"Excellent, my young master."

"Thank you, Louis." That was the last words poor young Harry said as pain and exhaustion took over his body.

an: hi,
yet another fanfiction.
lol, sorry.
if you like black butler/ kuroshitsuji as much as i do.
please do read and enjoy this.

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thank you.

all the love -j xx