Once Upon A Dream *Sebastian Michaelis* (Black Butler Fanfiction)

Chapter XI

Upon reaching the manor, Claude ordered me to a specific room, and I was forced to follow that order.

Once I’d entered the room I noticed an assortment of strange objects aligned on a table, a king sized bed, and mountains of chains. I stiffened at the sight of all of it.

I began to back towards the door, but instead hit a mass of flesh instead of a cold lifeless wall.

“Going somewhere?” Claude’s deep voice slithered into my ear.

I turned to him with eyes narrowed.

“… You see… before my late master, Alois Trancy, there lived the Earl Trancy who was a rather sickening old fool, whom loved to play,” Claude explained to me, backing me towards the bed and gesturing toward the assortment of devices as he spoke.

He pushed me onto it, and with a jolt of pain, I realized it wasn’t a bed at all, but a slab of colored metal with an overhanging.

“Now, stay still,” he growled out an order.

He reached behind me and pulled out a chain with a metal collar on the end of it. He strapped it around me neck, and with a quick movement, shortened the length of the chain, causing me to choke. My head banged with force against the metal. He chained my wrists and ankles as well.

Ripping the bottom of my tank top, and trousers, he left me in a shortened and revealing top as well as barely functional shorts.

He then walked over to his assortment of torture devices and took a small sharp knife from the pile.

He walked over to me, his white teeth glinting in the dimmed light as he smirked.

“Though we were so close to performing the mating bond… I never did see you fully unclothed,” he murmured as he moved on top of me, sitting on my hips. He trailed a careless finger along my stomach and then bent forward and trailed his tongue down my neck, to my cleavage.

“Hm, no matter… that isn’t required for what I’ve decided to do with you,” he whispered in my ear.

He flicked the knife across my wrist with out warning, and I gasped in surprise as the cold metal left a burning trail in its wake.

He continued for only a moment more, before moving off of me and holding a whip in his hand next.

His eyes widened in a crazy stare before he brought the whip down across the flesh of my stomach forcefully.

I clenched my eyes shut from the pain, already feeling a welt building. He brought the whip down again and I grimaced, though trying my best not to show emotion. He continued this, and soon I grew habituated to the feeling, and it no longer effected me.

He sighed, “As much fun as this is… I have a young lord that needs attending,” he smirked then pushed his glasses up.

I glared at him darkly, not replying.

“You three, continue what I’ve started,” I heard him order the purple haired triplets before he left.

The three grabbed an assortment of whips, one barbed, another sheathed with leather… you get the idea…

I stared at the ceiling as they continued, no longer wincing or acknowledging the pain that burned on my skin at each blow.

The three left hours later, then returned the next day to move on to different forms of torture.

This continued for a while, and I lost track of the hours and the days, though I doubted it was as many as I thought.

One day, they didn’t return and instead, Claude himself came in.

“Come along, kitten,” he purred, unchaining my ankles and wrists, and then holding the chain connected to the collar around my neck in his hands.

I stared at him emotionlessly, and stumbled behind him.

He brought me outside, and I grimaced as my eyes adjusted to the light, he walked me to a tree behind the manor and chained me there.

“Now, be a good pet, and stay put,” he smirked and was gone.

I gazed off into the trees, my eyes distant.

Suddenly I sensed an all to familiar presence, and soon enough a dark figure stood before me.

“Sebastian,” I breathed out, my voice coming out hoarse from disuse.

“Lavender,” he whispers softly, bending beside me. I tiredly flick my eyes over to him as his gaze rakes along my marred skin.

He hesitantly takes my arm in his hand and brushes his fingers against the slowly healing welts.

He draws his hand back and hisses.

“The whips were coated in salt,” I smile weakly at him, “Which is why the welts haven’t healed yet,” I explain.

His eyes are dark and glimmering red with anger.

He trails the tips of his fingers along my stomach and I shiver automatically at his touch. I confuse myself as my body reacts, his eyes moving to mine in equal confusion, and his face flushed ever so slightly.

“I have a plan,” he murmurs quietly, still gazing at me intently.

“…Then I’m saved,” I say in a slightly sarcastic tone, just to tease him.

He gives me a small smile, “I can take you with me,” he whispered, his voice surprisingly soft and filled with some sort of foreign emotion.

My face falls, “The young master has ordered me under Claude’s jurisdiction… I’ve been ordered to stay put,” I tell him, my voice soft and melancholy.

His eyes gaze at me sadly, and he leans forward a bit, placing a hand to my cheek.

That same tingling feeling spreads across my cheek, as if our skin is magnetized to each other. I lean in to his touch and his eyes darken.

He bends forward and our faces grow dangerously close.

“You sure you don’t want to cleanse my tainted lips first,” I whisper teasingly.

His mouth forms a devilish grin as he speaks, his breathe hot against my lips,

“Actually, the exact opposite… I’d like to taint them further…”