𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 || sebastian michaelis x reader

『Chapter 11』

The next thing you knew after a couple of men knocked you out was you were placed in a cage wearing nothing but your cream chemise. Well... At least you felt it, you couldn't actually see a thing after they blindfolded you. Even though you put up a fight after they tried to gas you, they managed to catch you just like that. Defeat? No, you'd prefer outnumbered. You heard a bunch of bickering and shoutings as you guessed those were the people.

Ugh, more people...

"Now, you're gonna like this one. She's a rebel, as they said. I'm sure she's a biter." Oh, you could say that again. Suddenly, the blindfold on your head was pulled off. Adjusting your vision with the sudden lighting, you squinted to see yourself in a dark chamber, filled with nothing but greedy and selfish nobles. You gritted your teeth at the view, snapping your head as the host, Aleister Chamber himself, started his auctions.

You tried so hard not to fall into one of your memories. But with the dimmed candlelight, the bitter sounds of their laugh, the numbers coming out of their lips, it shook you a little. "So, anyone wants to start the first number?" Your eyes widened at the words, remembering your younger self, how scared you were back then.

But you had one thing straight, you weren't going to let yourself be weak again. Pushing all your thoughts deep down, you wiggled the rope binding your wrist, trying to somehow loosen it. As Chamber continued his words, you ripped off the rope and jumped, moving to the verge of the steel cage. You shrieked as Chamber turned to you. You took your chances and reached your hand up, gripping his collar, and yanked him until his face was pressed against the metal cage.

The audience gasped as you pulled him deeper. "I knew you were up to shit! Let me go, you imbecile!" You practically spat at his face. Chamber held on to the cage, trying to free himself from your tight grip. "You can beat me for all I care, but no one will come for you." He spoke up through his pressed cheeks.

You chuckled slightly at that. "Is that your dying wish? Because I tell you, you're wrong about that." Sending him a smirk, you let go of your grip on his collar. He brushed off the place you put your hand on before you reached back at him again, pulling his head to the metal bar and letting him go. It hurt a lot, you bet, as he dropped onto his knees, hands gripping his head.

Kneeling at his level from inside the cage, you whispered at him, "You're the one who's at lost here. The Yard is on their way here, mate. And you're all fucked." You spat out freely. To your surprise, he widened his eyes at you, stumbling backward. Just as the words escaped your lips, the room darkened as the temperature dropped. Screams and heavy footsteps were heard as the crowd scattered their way out of the room. Of course, who could it be?

When the light brightened the room once more, in front of you stood no one but Sebastian himself. You grumbled through your greeted teeth, "Took you long enough." Sebastian opened the cage easily, helping you out. Seeing you being underdressed, he took off his coat, wrapping it on you. The actions surprised you as you felt your cheeks warm up. You looked up to him, "... Wipe that smile off." You spat, seeing him smiling at you. He merely chuckled, "Good to see you too, kitten."

"Yeah, but I'm not done yet." You nudged at him, pointing to a figure hiding behind the curtain. You glanced at Sebastian, seeing him giving you the permit. You yanked the red curtain, revealing a terrified Chamber under it. He shrieked and put his hands up in defense. "Coward." You mumbled before pulling him up by his collar.

"Where do you keep the other ones?" You scowled, knitting your brows. "It's just you tonight!" His voice cracked as he pleaded with you. "Oh, please. I've been through this, I know there's more. Where?!"

"Backstage!" With that, you thanked him and threw him to Sebastian, which he quickly caught. You found your way backstage. Opening the door, you hear a few girls whispering to one another, but then it stopped when the light from where you came touched their form. "It's okay. I'm not them, you're safe." You scanned the people. Most of them were teenagers. Judging by their dresses, they were just commoners. This was sad, they reminded you of yourself.