Two Faced Lover (A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji fanfic)

Chapter 1

I sit alone in a cold dark room, with little to none to eat. It's not like I'm hungry anyway. I've gotten quiet used to this life style. Which should never happen to anyone... But I guess I just got unlucky. Despite the slight comfort I now feel towards the dark, I still desperately try to escape it... Nothing will change my hatred, or fear towards it.... The lonely, cold, dark room... That forever will hold me captive..... Along with her.

PART 1: A maid held prisoner

Interrupting the silence and solitude of the room, was a loud creek of a rusted metal door. Behind the door, seeped in light and a tall silhouette of a grown man that stretched across the floor.

"Number 17." He spoke in a low rumble.

His voice was deep, and cracked. I would assume it was from all the cigars he smoked. Or maybe the yelling he did to the other girls. I couldn't quiet tell for sure to be honest.

"A customer is requesting you."

"...."

I didn't reply.... I wouldn't reply. I've lost the will to fight for my life. It no longer mattered to me anymore. Freedom was too far from my reach anyway.

I struggled to get up, but seemed to have managed.

"You better not screw this up! He's a good paying customer."

I just continued walking slowly. I heard my cell door slam shut, and heavy foot steps follow behind. We walked down a hall into the changing room.

"Hurry up and put on that bunny girl costume, he'll be waiting at room 104. Don't make him wait!"

He slammed the changing room door behind me. At that moment, the other girls in the room stared at me. Some started whispering, others continued to get dressed for their customers. I eventually did the same.

When I finished putting my costume on, I headed to room 104 down the hall. What was waiting for me inside was unpleasant. It was the old man from a couple days ago. He's a usually customer of mine, who visits atheist three times a week. From what I know, he has a family at home, but stops by here to get a good look at the cute young girls here. People like him make me sick.

"Oh? It's you again my dear! Welcome, welcome. Come on in." He said patting an empty space on the couch next to him.

I walked over to take a seat next to him. He scooted much closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He reeked of alcohol and cigars. It was suffocating.

"So how's my favorite girl doing! Ahahahaha!" He seemed to be drunk.

"Aha... Just fine." I spoke awkwardly.

"That's GREAT to hear! Ehahaha." He spoke awfully loud.

"But, let's get straight to the reason why I came here for."

He pulled me close and kissed my neck. I cried a little.

This is my reality. To sell my body to paying customers to live. I might not be best at pleasing customers, but our boss finds me best in another aspect.

Girls here are trained to fight battles for him when people threaten his life. Out of all the girls, I have never been injured in anyway shape or form.... But that wouldn't matter anyway.

After countless minutes, I changed back into my ragged dress and was placed back into my cell. But just as my master was closing the door, he spoke quietly.

"Tonight, we attack the house of Phantomhive. Be prepared, and be at your best performance."

That being said, we all headed to the house of Phantomhive that night. I was ordered to find and kill the Earl. I've never seen the Earl of Phantomhive, I just know he makes toys and such.