Good Boy: Ciel Phantomhive x Male reader

Blood & Whiskey

Y/N's P.O.V

The wet snout arouses me from my induced slumber "Dash, it's too early go back to bed," his yap startles me "I don't understand want your saying,". His tail falls and he sits impatiently. I rub my side where a grisly bruise formed. I'm no longer a dog. My joint pop as I sat up my back leaning on the bars "Ciel, did something o Elizabeth to make her forget everything,". A whine escapes his throat as he clawed at the cobblestone floor "Is something wrong?". My brow knotted together. I couldn't understand Dash. 

My eye roams the dim world around me "Pssh... Y/N is that you?" the corners of my mouth lift at the sight of the princess and a confused Tille "Yes, princess it's me, Dash is here too," she giggles at him clawing the ground "Y/n, where are your clothes?" I smirk "I left them in my other cell,". The ebony Saluki growls at me "Did my scent change?" I sniff my arm and feel my heat rise to my cheeks. I reek of Ciel. Dash bows his head in embarrassment "Dash, you acting like this the first time you saw me naked!". The female all raise a brow at me yelling at Dash. Tille clenches the bars "Why are you talking to a dog?" I shrug "I'm a dog,". She glares at me "E/C?" I smile "Yes," the light brown eyes stare at me "You're not a dog, that's a dog," Tille gestures to Dash. I scratch my neck "I don't understand, why they turned me back?". 

Footsteps creak from the narrow passageway of the stairs. Shadows of the figure approach closer from the illuminated steps "Hello fox," the dog's bark at the raven "Where's your master?" he licks his lips "Playing with yours," my eyes widen at his fingertips caress my jawline "Let's get this over with," he shakes his finger at me "I'm not Ciel wishing to sleep around with you," I grumble "I wouldn't have sex with that snob,". Argentino let's go of my face "Lying now are we, I smell him all over you," my throat bobbed "It's not like that Argentino,". I avoid his gaze finding Dash's bewildered ones "Shame, your the only thing he talks about," my face harden at the cobblestones "Shut your trap," he tsks presses his forehead on the icy iron "You of all people fell in love, disgusting," I grip his maroon tie "I'm not love!" he barks a laugh "Ebba, will love to hear this, shame she's being controlled," Dash draws away from me in a low grumble "Why can't I understand Dash?" Argentino rolls his eyes "I'm baffled that Zlata didn't inform you that the longer you stay in one form the more you lose yourself,". I seize the bars "That's disgusting!" he sighs "You're talking about your feelings for Ciel aren't you," my body trembles "Why have warriors with emotions?" he keeps his focus on my face "It's a side-effect of the transformation," I sigh "I lose myself either way," he smirks "You like being a human servant," I shake my head "Not if I forget who I am!". He fingers rake through my hair "You would live as a bait dog rather than live as a slave," I smirk "I'll get beaten anyway, why not in style,".

Argentino had a mirthless smile on his lips as he pushed the brass keys in the lock hearing a click stumbled back "Out," I swallow inching closer until I reach behind the barred door watching him close it. He hides the key in his breast-pocket of his black suit. The icy hand seizes the scruff of my neck "Stand still," he leads me to where dense shackles hung from the ceiling. The handcuff snaps into place on my wrists and ankles. The chain clinks me higher. My feet are lifted from my tiptoes putting all my weight on to my arms. 

The knot in my stomach grows larger at Argentino takes something from a nearby table. My canine pierces the inside of my cheek as he circles my bare form. Chestnut eyes sharp like a dagger while examining all my scars, scabs, bruises, and cuts. Before I inhale a tinging lash mark appears in between my two ribs. My fists are white while clasped to the chainlink. The stripe whipped until it bleeds. I tremble to feel lightheaded. I gasped when the tender skin of my thighs have narrow cuts "S-stop!" my voice weak losing the strength from before. He chuckles "Tell me, why should I?" scarlet speckles the mossy bricks. The pain is searing! I heave a breath through the hits tasting my salty tears. His form is clouded. The whip cracks against my hipbones. I grit a toothy grin. Delusions blur my brains with lustful moments. I bark a laugh the adrenaline pumps through my veins giving me a hazy high. He halts lower his whip "You're like your mistress, perhaps torture isn't the method I should use," I chortle weakly "How sad I was having fun?" my tone makes his eyes widen "No wonder you're a bait dog," he chucks his toy in the corner. He removes his coat folding it on the back of a chair. 

A glass bottle filled with cinnamon-colored liquid. He gulps some down "If you want pain, I'll give you pain," he splashes the unlabeled bottle on my thighs. I shriek in pain and the chain jingle "B-bastard," panting as he massages the whiskey into my gashes "Masochist,". My cuts pool with whiskey and blood. With a lick of his lips, fire spreads from his fingertips. The blue flames dancing on my wounds and I screech. My vision goes black at the crackling fire and the loud pop of me falling limp.