Black Butler; The Purest Souls Hide In The Darkest Places {Ciel x Reader}

Escape

I can't sleep here or I risk another Tommy incident. I can't leave because people are still awake. If I had to guess, I would say it was about 12:30am, seeing as how we had left the manor around 10:00pm. I laid back against the cool metal, allowing my eyes to close. I focused on trying to remember. Something. Anything.

I searched for familiar faces, my parents, stories, friends. The only thing I could remember was darkness. My thoughts shifted and I remembered feeling Tommy's hands on my body only minutes before, how dreadful it made me feel.

Hands roam over my hips, my hair is yanked and my body is thrown against a wall. I can't see the face through my tears and the hair that has fallen into my face. A slap against my cheek, words that aren't quite clear enough to hear. There's hands on me again, tearing at my dress. I feel hands on my bare skin, I'm clawing at the ground to escape. I can make out one word, "Stop!"

I shot up, breathing hard. I held my chest, trying to understand what just happened. Was that... A memory? I look around, remembering where I am. Then it all comes back and I wish it hadn't.

"Right. Time to start sneaking around... I hope that everyone is asleep. Or else... I'm probably screwed," I snickered to myself, pulling the pin out from my corset. I unlock myself from the cage, handcuffs and all this time. I don't plan on coming back in here. I start down the hall that seems least likely for someone to catch me. The hallway with all the girls.

I start walking down the hallway, hurting for all the helpless girls, giving them a silent look of sympathy. There isn't a single empty cage. I counted 35 girls down the hallway, plus the one that was in the room with me. There is one door at the end of the hall, the door I was interrogated in. I risk it and slowly push the door open. It's dark inside, too dark for me to see anything or anyone. I take one of the lanterns from the wall in the hallway and reenter the room. The memory of that sick old man asking about me flashes through my head. There isn't any other doors in here. Nothing but a table and a wall of chains. I see what looks like blood stains on the floor and honestly, I am not surprised. Sadly.

I leave the room, quietly closing the door behind me. I rush out of the hallway as quickly as I possibly can. Alastair was right. You really can smell the suffering. Even more in this hall.

I slowly pulled the door open to the second hallway. There was rows of lanterns lighting my path. There wasn't any actual doors on the rooms from what I could see. There was just more cells. There was a difference between these cells and the ones in the other hallway though. To start, the ones in this hallway had beds. With men sleeping in them. Some of the beds had girls sleeping at the bottom of them, like a pet dog. I kept as quiet as possible as I moved. I counted the girls that I saw as I walked. Some of these cells were empty. Maybe this is a waste of time, why would the guy behind this all stay here?

As I reached the end of the hall there was a ray of hope. An actual door.

Please don't just be a door to more cells, please don't just be a door to more cells...

I slowly pushed the door open, glad to see that it wasn't locked. I could hear light snoring coming from the corner of the room. I crouched down low to the ground, holding my lantern up barely off the ground. I dimmed it and started to crawl around, looking for clues. This man didn't have just one girl at the foot of his bed. He had four.

Make that 43 girls. Fantastic.

I made it to the desk I had been eyeing since I opened this door. A dark wooden desk, covered in paper and picture frames. I sat up on my knees, setting the light down beside me. I didn't want to risk opening any drawers in case I didn't have to. I checked the top of the desk and found what I was looking for after barely any time. A bill. He was renting this space from someone, who may or may not know what he has been doing. On the bill his name is written loud and clear.