Sebastian x Abused!Reader

Chapter 8

~Narrators P.O.V~

Sebastian drew his weapon carefully just like Claude, both knives gold and silver were thrown in the air both barley missing each other. Now some people would thing that even if they were hit by human made objects such as knives that they would not be affected by them.. It's actually quite the opposite they do feel pain and oh. It does hurt like hell.

But while they were fighting someone had snuck into the room where __ had resided.

~Your P.O.V~

I whimpered in pain, the chains on my wrists bled more from trying to escape but it had only a made it worse. It wasn't until I heard the door to my room close an more severe pain enter my right shoulder blood dripping down from the wound as the scent of Vodka hit my nose making me wince in disgust. I always hated that smell, my mom was always drunk on that stuff- "Hello you bitch did you think you would escape me?" The familiar sickening voice of my mother said. Tears began again as she began pushing the blade deeper into my shoulder a loud scream left my mouth but she covered my mouth with a rag covered in that Vodka, I immediately wanted to throw up at the sickening taste but my teeth were clenched into the cloths tightly as the blade was pushed through my skin

All. The. Way. Through. She seemed to enjoy my pain just like every other person I knew.

I then felt a cold grip on my throat cutting off my air if possible my eyes opened wider to the size of plates my mouth went dry, my feet were attempting to kick her away but the pain in my waist was preventing them from moving an inch this looked like the end maybe god had finally gave me pity and decided to end it here.. but why did it have to be so painful?

-Sebastian's P.O.V-

I smirked down at Claude, I had been able to entangle him in his own web the thin, sharp webs surrounded him at each angle slowly I walked along one piece of the we that was I front if him crossing my hands behind my back leaning down to meet his gaze "shall we say this a draw Faustus?" I asked. He only replied with a slight glare and a flash of his eyes making me assume his way of saying 'yes' "very well, now another question if you will-" his attention drawn to the ground as I said this "Where is she?" A sick smile grin plays on his lips.. Oh satan how much I hated this Spider. Before I could even utter another word to him. Blood. I could smell it and it was fresh and i could smell hints of her soul my eyes widen but quickly he ran toward the familiar delicious scent

-after wandering around many different halls-

"____.......?" I asked slowly opening the door only to see a woman with blood splattered on her cloths and the familiar (h/c) haired girl hung up by chains "Huh who the Hell are you?!" The woman asked as she finally turned to face me, "Yes. Who the Hell [hell slant edit] indeed?" I asked approaching her picking her up from the ground by her neck watching her struggle "What a dirtied soul you have, not even the Angels would cleanse you" I said my eyes glowing from their normal crimson to a bright pink the next thing I knew there was blood splattered on the wall behind me as well as on my tail coat.

The next thing I heard was whimpering shooting my head up from the corpse at my feet seeing ___'s dull, pained, (e/c) eyes staring back at me.