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Chapter 2: Meeting the Viscount

Author's POV:

It has been a few hours now since the Englishmen and (Y/n) had boarded the ship to England. The three males who were ordered to watch over (y/n) were just mere pawns of the Queen. Of course, not all of her dirty work has been tasked to the Earl Phantomhive her guard dog. But, lesser than her such as lowly commoners.

They were assigned to watch over the peasant to make sure she wouldn't escape or something suspicious happened. There were Johnny and Clive the handymen of the Captain which were the males taking orders as well as Adam the youngest of the three. They were mainly sent so none of the more important men got hurt or killed by the foreign "guest". Even though that was something (y/n) never vowed to do- which was harm or kill a mortal. It was one of the main tasks that the gods have assigned her in order to gain her trust. No one knows what happens if she shed the blood of mortals. But, it was a very important promise she had to keep if she wanted to become a demi-god. She was the chosen one after all.

The silence was all that filled the room, (y/n) stared down into her lap in shame for she could not make any eye contact with the pale faces. Until it was interrupted by the captain.

"Johnny, Adam, Clive." He called out their names. They stood up immediately and took off their hats to not be rude. "Yes, sir?" They replied.

"You may take your leave. Someone important is here to see the savage."

"Yes, sir." The three men take their leave from the room.

The captain glances at the bruised, bloodied and ashamed women in the corner of the small, isolated cell. " Aleister, you are welcome to meet the woman now. Please, give any orders you desire and I will have contacted the Queen immediately." (Y/n) slowly picked up her head to see the new stranger who was coming into the room. A very tall and handsome man he was, with violet in his eyes, his hair was stained in yellow which reached his shoulders and his outfit was a spotless classic white.

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes in disgust at the new stranger for even his looks did not intrigue or interest her in the slightest, his presence alone made her shiver in discomfort.  A slight chuckle came from Aleister. "Would you be so kind to unlock the cell? I want to take a closer look at those lovely eye's."

"But, Aleister... we know nothing of this peasant. She could be dangerous for all we know-"

"Are you talking back to me? I don't think the queen will be very happy about the decision you're making." Aleister interrupted. The captain was choked at those words. "No, sir. But, if she tries to attack you I will not hesitate to kill her-"

"There will be no need for that. Now." He opened his arms and gestured towards the lock. "Do carry on."

Readers POV:

My breathing hitched when the Captain began to unlock the chamber. I made contact with the man who was now subtly approaching me, afraid if I looked down I would be beaten. He pinched my chin and gazed into my eye's with a small smile on his face. "My, my you're even lovelier up close my darling. What is your name?" He asked.

I hesitated before I said anything. "Y-(y/n)," I replied.

"So you can understand me. Such a strange name for such a strange woman. You have a certain spice that makes me crave you more." He smirked. His hands went from my chin and traveled down to my waist and pulled mine in closer. "Your body is so small... so fragile... I feel like I could break you... you're such a lovely toy, I want you for myself." He whispered into my ear. I could almost feel the heat radiating from his body and I mentally cringed.

"When I get out of these ropes I swear on my soul you won't see the light of day," I said softly. 

"Your accent is one of a goddess and your language descends of the ancient... how lovely."The man arose. "Captain."

"Yes, Viscount?"

"I have made up my mind to what I'm going to do with her. I see that our ship has reached the docks and I will not stand patiently any longer. We will take this woman to the Queen where I will discuss more important matters with her."

"Very well. Shall I get the carriage cell or do you trust her to ride with you, sir?"

"You shall get the cell. That seems fitting for my liking." He smirked. I only felt more disgusted the more I heard the men spoke. They were so unclean and vile that I could vomit at how disgusting they were. "I want all of England to see what we have in store for them." The Druitt finished.

"Very well. Johnny, Adam, Clive! Take this woman and make sure she doesn't get away! Put her in the carriage cell!" The three men run into the room and swoop me off my feet once again. "Right away!" 

As I was dragged away the Viscount followed right behind us. I could feel eyes traveling up and down my body. I felt as if I was being raped with just his eyes and I still can't help but squirm in displeasure.

After we had made our way off the ship I was put into another cell but with bars all around which could be visible from every side, like a cage. The Viscount stopped and looked at me once again. "Do not be an afraid little wildflower. What I have in store for you will not harm you in any way. You will be a marvelous display to all of England." Was all he said to me before he got into the strange box in front of me where we were carried off by horses.

As we were heading to the place I noticed that a lot of pale people were noticing me as well. They looked at me with shocked, curious, intrigued and disgusted glances and began to whisper to each other. A number of them had noticed the Viscount and started to follow us. I grew afraid for I was always outnumbered. Hopefully, I was able to get out of this pretty soon. I sighed to myself and grasped the bars in front of me.

"One day the blood moon will curse you! I call out to the gods and goddesses! Hear me out! Your grey skies will soon be filled with the color of crimson and many will burn to crisps! You have been warned! This will not be the end of me!" I cried out to the people.

Though they didn't understand me. I could see the terror washing across their faces as.

I suppose they were scared of my accent and language. It wasn't anything they heard before. Which is understandable.

The crowd stopped following us because they were afraid of how I sounded. But, I didn't care... It made me feel slightly better. Even so... I'm still left alone. A tiger in its cage... unable to be free.