The phantomhive brat threw me it the cell, I gasped out-- most likely from being winded. I breathed in an inhumanly rate-- like a dog hyperventilating, but faster. The best chuckled a sadistic laugh. "Enjoy your time, you'll be here a while." He slammed the door shut. I coughed up blood. After awhile of sitting on a cold hard floor I decided to get up. Along time ago I used to live in a place like this.... I used to be an orphan. I technically still am. Kinda...
I grew up in a bad part if a small town called, Wander City. Not really a city. It got its name from a newspaper boy ride his bike down our rode. All he saw was, killing, thugs, kid being beat. And most importantly. People wandering. Doing nothing productive. I was one of those people. Sorta.. I was there youngest thug. How many people have I killed? How many lives have been lost by my hands? How many family's are still weeping till this day for their loved ones? Who know... I don't.
Rising like the smoke--
The hurried sounds of their pleads lead me on to my nightmares.
You linger on me--
How long will I be here? Looked up in this place?
You got me so high--
How long was I in the place I called home?
I can finally breath--
Oh how cruel life can be--
Your walking poetry,
I hear the chain of my cell rattle.
It's what you do to me--
The door opened the the bright light spread through the door--
It's what you do to me--
By now I was sitting on the wooden bench with my knee up to me chest and the other one out straight, looking out the window I shoot my head towards the door.
Touch me with no hands--
The tall blonde with a cigarette hanging from his mouth came towards me and pulled out metal cuffs.
Hold me with your eyes.
"Cmon, hoop up." He spoke. I did as told. I'm getting out of here..... Somehow. I have a plan.
Unwind me with your mind tonight--
The much taller male (sorry) cuffed my wrist pushing me through the door. Walking in front of him I walked slowly occasionally getting a shove from behind telling me ti go faster.
Speak with no words--
Passing by several doors. Oh how much this reminds me of prison. I've gone before. Not fun.
Show me and I'm all yours--
Finally made it to our destination the male threw me to the floor and on my knees. I winced.
Show me and I'm all yours--
Looking up as my eyes down casting seeing a taller (sorry again) eye patched boy. Younger than me yet taller. How sad. He's like what--?? 13? 12?
All that you are.
I put on my stoic face glancing to them side looking for my original escape route.
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Since then (Ciel X Male Shota reader) *Book 1*
Hayran KurguA relationship between Ciel Phantomhive and a Male Shota reader. What could go wrong? Cover made by: Star-sama
