||Masked Intentions||~Sebastian X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

·Locked away again· CH 6

Warning! Before reading this chapter, I want you to know this has triggering content. This is my only warning.

§·Sebastian's POV·§

(Y/N) started to yell at the young master, saying why she shouldn't go back to the cell. And still trying to keep up her little lie. I walked behind her and hit her neck which caused her to pass out. That was a pressure point for her and many others, so that's why she passed out. I caught her before she could fall to the ground. I looked at her unconscious body, So beautiful yet she is such a feisty woman. I will never be able to understand humans. And it's probably for the best.

I walked out of the room with her body, in my silk gloved hands. Thankfully all the servants were outside at the time so they couldn't or hear what we were doing. I Carried her all the way to the cellar or dungeon and placed her gently on the small prison bed. I looked around the dungeon. It's a pity how dirty it is. But at the same time, Do people who defile the young master deserve luxury? I stared at her for quite some time. It's a shame she is part of all of this. I mean she is a very lovely girl, she could have lived a happy life free of the queen and any worries. I know her family are assassins but she had a choice to be happy... She had an older brother who is an assassin. Well that's at least what I've read from her family's files, Though the assassin part wasn't recorded there. I had to find that out myself. She sure is a very ambitious person. Before me and the young master even knew that she would be coming, A little kitty told me that the young master would be in danger. And to be honest. That's why I love cats, So soft... furry... cute.. And their paws! Just everything about cats is just so Mmm!

But enough about cats.. That's a mouthful to say. I looked over to her again, only to see her eyes suddenly flutter open. This took me by shock and I took a step back. As soon as I saw her Fierce but sweet (E/C) Colored eyes, I remembered the Young Master had sent me down to punish her. Not just stare at her. I SIghed and looked at her with somewhat empathic eyes. I actually felt bad for her. I don't understand that though. Demons aren't supposed to show Empathy or show sympathy. We aren't supposed to even have human qualities. We only show any love if it's another demon... Otherwise it's very rare for a demon to fall in love with a human. She looked back at me with a confused look in her eyes. I chuckled softly to myself and looked at her with glowing red eyes.

"(Y/N)...." I said lustfully as I placed my hand on her cheek through the bars.

She looked at me still confused at what was going on, probaldy adjusting.

"I believe you will be one Hell of a weapon one day." I smirked and walked away from her.

Using her as a weapon would be way more beneficial to the Earl than a maid. She seems fine being a maid. But being emotionless too would be better. We would just have to break her spirits down enough. Everyone loses their class when they travel through hell, but only a few will regain it if they remain humble and accept the part they played in their own misery. And I should know. I've seen it many times before.. Anyhow I shall go to the Earl and report this idea. He may like the idea. Besides, I don't think I could bring myself to break this young woman so much to the point that; she is in no condition to be standing.

§·Your POV·§

I watched as he walked out the dungeon and made his way up, perhaps the little brat? I took a step back and I accidentally hit my head on the wall. I shrieked but then suddenly, I started to feel very dizzy and Light headed. It felt almost as if my head was being pounded from the inside out. I held my head and curled up into a ball. I felt the memories flowing back in my head from when I was a child. I remember the time my mother threw me in a lake... telling me I wasn't good enough. Telling me that I was worthless. That I was nothing. Not even supposed to be born. I started to whimper and cry a bit. My life as a child was bitter. Until I grew up and I was able to fight and kill people; That was only when I really was respected by my family. They would tell me they were so proud of me when I completed my mission. I realized that my family had never loved me. They only wanted me for my skills and talent. But who am I to judge? My own mother told me it was a project. I was born just to kill and to be used as a weapon. So to hell with it! I don't understand why I'm protecting my family. They were so awful to me in the past! Calling me names, hitting me, kicking me, beating me up and most of all hurting me mentally and emotionally. So why protect them? Is it because of my pride ? Is it to make them happy? Or is it because that's why I was born...? Whatever the reason is... it doesn't matter now! I made a commitment to my family that I would never betray them! Or let them get hurt! Not even a scratch!

"I will never abandon my family! No matter how much they tourtue me! No matter how much they hate me, It is my job to protect them! Jusqu'au jour où je mourrai!" (French for "Until the day I die!") I shouted at the top of my lungs.

As I finished saying those words, I heard a sly snicker near the entrance of the dungeon. I said the shadow of what looked like the butler. Sebastian Michaelis.