|Misery Loves Company
Author: deviantgirl PM
Who knew that even demon contracts come with a 30-day free trial offer? But, with all devious creatures, there's always a catch… So I've got a few choice words for him: Run, Devil, Run. Rated T for language and violence.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Mystery - Sebastian M. & Ciel P. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 186,134 - Reviews: 125 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 36 - Updated: 12-01-12 - Published: 03-15-12 - id: 7926293
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Umm, yeah, I know what y'all are thinking. "That's not a hiatus! You updated around the same time as usual too!" Ok, let me explain: I only said I was maybe pondering the possibility of a hiatus. I never knew for sure whether or not I was going to take one. I was just letting y'alls know that if I didn't update for a couple weeks, that I gave you fair warning about my hiatus and that I am, in fact, not dead.
Butttt, I have all this end of the year shit, and I now have a therapist to go to on top of all of this. :p Well, I bet a bunch of you guys could've guessed that I would end up in a mental hospital/therapy one day. :D
Love you all!
Warning: Violent flashbacks, mentions of rape, le sexy times, etc.
And I will die alone, and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home, oh, god knows where.
Because death is just so full, and man so small.
Well, I'm scared of what's behind, and what's before.
There will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears and love will not break your heart.
Week 2, Day10
"Seul, doll, it's time to wake up."
I didn't make a move while soft hands gently shook me.
"Seul, we really have to go. I told you that our flight is at 6 a.m."
Still no response from my languid body.
"Come on, you incessant brat. Are you really so incompetent-"
I ripped off my covers and lunged straight towards him. He was sitting on the foot of my bed; acting like everything was perfectly fine, as always. "What did you call me?" I demanded and stood in front of him whilst shooting him a dirty glare.
Sebastian only smiled and replied, "Excellent, it looks like you're up. You have a half hour to get ready." He turned to leave and close the door.
Confusion crossed over my face and I was puzzled for a few seconds. Then it hit me. "Hey, wait! You only made fun of me to get me out of bed!"
He shrugged. "It was the only way to wake you up."
I started to yell, but he slithered out the door and I decided to get ready.
I was finishing up brushing my teeth as I led my suitcase into the hall. "Are you ready to go?" Sebastian asked.
I quickly spit and rinsed in the kitchen sink, slipping my toothbrush into a Ziploc bag in my suitcase. "I've got to run Dominatrix over to Lizzy's and then we'll be good."
Said dog trotted gleefully over to my side, thinking she was going along with. I picked her up and stared into her eyes. "You're not going too, babe," I chuckled as worry lines crossed her face. It was almost as if she knew what I was saying.
I locked up the apartment and quickly handed Dom over to Lizzy, who was more than happy to take her. I thanked her, then made my way out to Sebastian's car, which was waiting by the curb. He had already distributed my luggage in the trunk and I entered through the left door.
We started along the way, and halfway down the block, I decided we needed some traveling music. So, I turned on the radio and luckily, the last song was just ending. Suddenly, a familiar beat started playing, and I turned the music up as loud as I possibly could.
"Oh hell no," Sebastian commented. He figured that nothing good could come out of this; he was right.
(Greetings loved ones; let's take a journey)
"I, know a place! Where the grass is really greener!" I belted. "Warm, wet and wild. There must be something in the water~!"
I started grooving to the music in my seat, while Sebastian sat, open-mouthed, staring at me.
"Sipping cherry juice, lying underneath the palm trees~"
"Boooyys, break their necks, trynna creep a little sneak-peek."
Now Sebastian was no longer amused, he was looking at me with the most deathly glare possible.
As the song built up to the chorus, my voice steadily got louder and louder. "You can travel the wo-orld! But nothing comes close to the golden co-oast! You can party with u-us! You'll be falling in love, oh-owowowo!"
Then, when it got to the chorus, I went full-on ambulance siren. "CALIFORNIA GURLS ARE UNFORGETTABLE; DAISY DUKE'S BIKINIS ON TOP! SUN-KISSED SKIN SO HOT, WE'LL MELT YOUR POPSICLE. OH, OHOHOHOH, OH, OHOHOHOH!
CALIFORNIA GURLS WERE UNDENIABLE, FINE FRESH, FIERCE; WE GOT IT ON LOCK! WEST COAST REPRESENT NOW PUT YOUR HANDS UP! OHOHOHOH~ OH, OHOHOHOH!"
I immediately jumped into the next verse, but unfortunately, Sebastian stopped me. "Sex, on a –"
"Stop it right there," Sebastian commanded icily. "I never expect to hear behavior like that from you again."
I made a puppy-dog expression. "But, Sebastian, that's my song! We're going to California, and I'm a California Gurl. I thought it was remarkably timely."
"You were literally screeching the words like a boiling tea kettle," Sebastian snidely added. "I'd have been fine if you were singing in a normal tone, but that, that was something not even human."
I folded my arms and stared out the window; Sebastian was such a fucking buzzkill. Obviously he had never visited the golden coast before. Because when he did, he would realize all the fun he was missing.
"Can't you be just the least bit excited to be getting out of the country?" I whined.
"If it means traveling with you, I presume I could ever get excited," Sebastian said harshly.
"You're so mean," I complained, crossing my arms over my chest. I looked out my window, and realized that everything was not all right.
"Sebastian," I stated worriedly. "We're going the wrong way. The airport is in the opposite direction."
"I've got it under control," he said unfeelingly.
"No, I demand you tell me where we are going right now!" My chin jutted out as my blood started to boil.
"Calm down, we'll be there in a few minutes," Sebastian hushed.
"Are you kidnapping me?" I shouted.
Suddenly, a hand was thrust over my mouth and my cries for help were reduced to quiet, muffled sounds. I tried licking and gnawing at the hand, but it didn't budge. I averted my eyes over to Sebastian, whose one hand was still on the wheel and he looked unhappier than usual.
We pulled into a private, fenced-off area and Sebastian parked at the only building in sight. I couldn't see much, it was all open, expansive space and marked pavement. Sebastian removed his hand in disgust, and wiped it on a handkerchief in his pocket.
"Get out," he ordered.
"Okay, okay," I moaned. Was this some kind of weird trade where I would be handed over for money and Sebastian would just run off and leave me here? That would be plausible, except Sebastian Michaelis had all the money in the fucking world. He wouldn't be apt to take cash bribes.
I stumbled out of the car into the small, neat building, and kept my distance from my boyfriend. God, why was he always such an asshole?
There was a nicely dressed man waiting at the door, and after Sebastian murmured a few words to him, he nodded and left. All of a sudden, there was thunderous noise from above and I was momentarily deafened by the sound.
I clapped my hands over my ears and cringed in fear. Were we being bombed?
Sebastian shook his head as if he had read my mind and led me outside when the noise calmed down. What I saw out in front of me amazed me.
There was a giant, elegant, private jet just sitting in front of me, engines on low speed. It all made sense now. The marked pavements were actually runways, and the expanse was needed in order for the plane to take off and land.
I turned to Sebastian. "What is this?" I demanded to know.
"It's the Funtom Company private jet. It's accessible to me at any time," he explained.
I was shocked; I had never flown first-class, let alone in a private aircraft before. Whenever I visited home, I always flew economy. Shit, this was more than I could ever ask for. I guess dating one of the rich and famous got you sucked into that sort of life of luxury.
Man, I guess I just sounded a lot like a gold-digger right there. But I'm not. I have no need for physical things. Or emotional things. I was just a vapid, empty person.
"Seul, are you coming?" Sebastian held out his hand to help guide me on the plane, and I unwillingly accepted it. Even if I was angered by Sebastian, there was no way in hell I was passing up the chance to fly on a private jet.
When I stepped inside, the interior was exactly how they depict in movies. Comfortable rows of roomy leather seats, followed by flat-screen TV's and smiling flight attendants. The décor was an elegant red, and dim lights lit the passageways. I picked two-seater in the middle of the left side of the plane.
I immediately curled up in the snug seat and Sebastian unfortunately sat next to me. I wish I could be rid of him for at least one second of my day. Being tired and lazy, I decided to make Sebastian get some blankets for me.
"Yo, Sebastian, grab me a couple blankets from the front." If I knew anything about private aircrafts, it's that they always had a full supply of warm, cozy blankets.
Sebastian sighed. "You can't move yourself for once?"
"You woke me up at four in the morning. I'm not getting shit."
"Alright, I'll be right back," he surrendered.
Although, he wasn't even gone for more than a minute before I fell into a deep slumber.
Flashing, spinning light
I was falling, falling, falling,
There was a deep abyss below me, all black and endless
I hit the ground, but oddly, I made no impact in the soft land, and I was able to brush myself off and walk around fine. The sky was an odd purple and salmon color, and there was an edge of a forest ahead. I could see a young boy and a man hovering over him, but I couldn't make out their features.
All too soon, the elder one bent over, and smashed the younger's head in. I cringed at the spurting blood coming from the dead boy's body. I looked away, hoping the man wouldn't notice me, but before he even had time, I was being whisked away again. A sudden, strong wind picked me up off my feet and I was transported elsewhere.
Once again, I was dropped harshly on my bum, but I didn't seem to have any physical injuries. This time, I was standing in a bedroom, waiting at the door. In front of me, Sebastian was working at what looked to be a fireplace, gathering something up. I noticed a younger, well-dressed man with almost-white blonde hair, creeping up behind him, fireplace poker in hand.
He moved quickly, swiftly stabbing Sebastian in the back. I expected him to move, but he didn't. Sebastian just laid there, as if he could have been killed by such simple means. The other man stood up, brushed himself off, and exited the room.
Suddenly, it was the next day, and not only was Sebastian's dead body lying out, but now there was a small gathering of people surrounding him. I saw him, unmistakably dead, with blood pouring out of his mouth and chest. He seemed so breakable, fragile, at this moment. Almost human.
I slapped at him wildly to wake up, but he wouldn't wake up. I shouted orders at him, screamed his name, but still there was no response. I sat there, waiting, out of breath and alone.
Next, I was mysteriously transported to a boat. It was a boat of wide girth and there seemed to be shouting from somewhere. A man dressed in normal Chinese dress abruptly came at me with a sword, trying to strike me dead. But at the last moment, a man in a long brown trench coat stepped in front of me in order to shield me from the blow, and the knife went right through him. The other man pulled out, and the man in brown slumped to his knees.
One of the weirdest scenarios was when I was transferred to a dirty, stone courtyard. I was backed up against the wall, and I could feel my body quivering in fear. There was a tall woman in red, who very much resembled Lady Scarlet. The woman was holding a knife high above her head, eyes fierce and body ready to strike. She kept that position and my fear spiked even high.
Just as she was about to kill me, there was a sudden falter in her gaze, and she lost sight of what she had intended to do. She was bringing her knife down, when all of a sudden, a brilliant red chainsaw whipped out of nowhere and gutted her thoroughly.
Then the images began flashing more rapidly, I couldn't keep track of them all.
Everything, the entire town of London, was on fire. People panicked and ran through the streets, trying to save their loved ones.
A man dressed as a butler was stabbed by a bright green sword right before my eyes.
I cringed as a woman had her eye dug out by a boy whose face I could not see.
Lastly, I found myself at the top of a balcony, being held hostage by Undertaker. We seemed to be on a sinking ship, because the boat kept rocking unsteadily from side to side. Sebastian was on the ground, and I've seen enough of The Walking Dead to know that he was battling an army of zombies.
I cried out for help and he looked up at me, knowing he had to help me before it was too late. He leapt up onto the platform where we were and was only a few feet away when I was suddenly thrust off the edge of the balcony, falling backwards into oblivion. I held my hand out, and as Sebastian's was about to grasp mine, Undertaker pulled a giant scythe out of thin air and struck Sebastian in the back.
His expression was on of pure surprise, and he lost his hold on my hand, and I continued tumbling, off into the darkness while I watched animated filmstrips spill out of his body. I fell deeper and deeper until I could no longer make out Sebastian's face, until it disappeared completely from my sight.
I opened my eyes, wide in fear. Somehow, I had fallen asleep with my head on Sebastian's shoulder and I removed it at once. He sat stoically, paying little attention to me, and I gazed at him wildly.
"S-Sebastian, you're alive!" I gasped, my voice sounding out of breath. I felt my forehead and it was completely soaked while my damp bangs clung to it disgustingly. I ripped off the sweatshirt I had been wearing to reveal a navy tank top, and tore off the sweatpants in favor for the blacks shorts I had been wearing underneath.
It wasn't until then that Sebastian finally turned to face me. "Yes, of course I'm alive, why wouldn't I be?"
I only stared and spat a couple words out. "They're…they're dead…they're all dead…every single one of them…"
Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Seul, listen to me. Who's dead? Why are they dead?"
Single droplets of tears made their way down my face. "All of them, not even, not even, not even one."
"What could you possibly be talking about? Please, explain Seul, I can't help you until you tell me what's wrong," Sebastian pleaded.
More tears seemed to gush out of my eyes. "Alois…Claude…Hannah…Aberline…Lau…Madame Red…Those children…the people in the basement…the citizens of London… Everyone." Now I started to choke up even more. I could barely get the last words out. "E-e-even, even, y-y-you." I made out finally.
Sebastian clucked his tongue. "Now that's absurd, Seul. I'm sitting right next to you aren't I?"
I blinked and noticed his flawless face once again. "B-b-but, I saw you. You got stabbed, twice. You were motionless, lifeless. How could you survive? You should have been DEAD!"
Sebastian wrapped his arms around my hysterical being. "Seul, I'm alive, I'm right here, and I'm not going to let you go. Please note, that I will never leave, not until the end of the contract. Only then, will I have my right to go."
I looked up at him with my big, blue eyes. "Why? Why did they all die? Why did they all leave me alone? Why, why am I always so alone?"
"You were hallucinating, my dear. Those things never happened, it's all in your head. Your mind created them out of nothing, and to nothing they must return." He looked at me adoringly. "Besides, it is your destiny to be alone, that's what you were named for."
I cast my eyes off into the distance, out the wide never-ending horizon of clouds. "If I was dreaming, why did it feel so real?"
"Seul, the mind is a wondrous thing. Yours is quite extraordinary in the fact that it can spin such nonsensical tales. Now, come on, do not believe anything it tells you. Its seeks only to lie and to harm you."
I nestled my head into his chest, covered with my blankets once again after my hot flash had gone down. "So, none of it was real?"
"I assure you it was all a figment of your imagination," he smirked.
I didn't close my eyes again, but just laid there contently. I heard a slight chuckle from behind me.
"You look so beautiful when you sleep," Sebastian noted. "Like a napping kitten."
I felt more waterworks drip down my face, but this time it wasn't because I was upset. "You've never complimented my appearance before," I noticed.
"I really should more often, you're an alluring and winsome creature," he grinned, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
Seeing his messy black hair in a state of disarray and his sparkling red eyes, I couldn't help but have my vision be clouded with lust. I reached up and kissed him passionately.
I always knew you were a bad boy
"You're a handsome devil," I whispered over his lips, barely breaking the kiss. My tears were fading with each look at his soft expression.
I used to think that it was cool
"You have no idea," he responded, smashing our lips back together and expertly guiding his tongue into my mouth.
You took me down just like a Rob Roy
I adjusted my position so that I was at an easier vantage point to Sebby's perfect cupid's bow.
But now I'm coming after you
As our two muscles battled for dominance, my hands dug into Sebastian's hair, and his into mine. One of his hands slipped down under my lower back guiding me closer to him.
Run devil run run, devil run run, run devil devil run run
I leaned across his face and nibbled on his earlobe. I bit down especially hard and drew blood. "You taste so good," I whispered into his ear. His blood was like pure ecstasy to me.
I never knew about your red horns
I could feel a growing problem under me, and I used it to my advantage. I turned back to face Sebastian right in the eyes again. "Have something you need help with?" I asked coyly.
I never saw your evil scar
"Only because you asked," he replied smoothly.
You used to be what I would live for
I palmed the 'problem' and he let out a small moan.
But then you went and stabbed my heart
It would have gotten more intense, had an annoying cock-blocking pilot not called over the intercom to tell us we would begin landing shortly. I rapidly slid off of Sebastian's lap and buckled my seatbelt before the plane began its expeditious descent.
The promises that you promised are about as real as an air guitar
It only took about fifteen minutes before we returned to solid ground, and I was still horny as fuck. Sebastian gripped my hand as we grabbed our carry-ons and went around to the storage potion of the plane in order to retrieve our luggage.
So watch your back, cuz I'm wanna steal your car
A limo was waiting at the runway, and we busily threw everything into the trunk before resuming where we had left off. Luckily, limos have plenty of space, so moving around wasn't an issue here. I got in first, then jerked Sebastian's black tie and dragged him in on top of me.
You better run, run, run, run, run (Cause there's gonna be some hell to pay)
The driver already knew the directions to Ciel and Alois's condominium beforehand, so he set off right away. The landing strip had only been minutes away from the condo, so in no time, we were there. By then, Sebastian and I could barely keep our hands off each other. He kept having to stop my hand from wandering to unwanted areas.
You better run, run, run, run, run (And that's the only thing I'm gonna say)
The limo driver called us out, and we hastily grabbed out things before entering the building and briskly climbing the stairs. Once on the correct floor, we could barely wait much longer. Sebastian pushed me up against the wall and groped me as we made out.
I wish I'd known right from the start, that I was dancing with the dark
I stopped him only because we still had our things with us and it wasn't a very comfortable position for me.
You better run, run, run, run, run
(Devil run run, devil run run, run devil devil run run)
I found the right number on the door, scoured the potted plant for the key, and fumbled to open the lock as quickly as possible.
We burst through the door, cascading our luggage and bags to the side and scampered off to the nearest bedroom. Once inside the room, Sebastian and I stopped to catch our breath before deciding what to do next.
Now that you're living with the vampires
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sebastian made sure, not wanting to force me into something I didn't want.
You better get yourself a gun
"Does shooting a gun cause the same chemical reactions in the brain as a passionate kiss?" I asked smoothly.
I'll make you sing just like a boy's choir
"I wouldn't know, but I'm assuming that's a yes." The sides of his mouth turned into a knowing smirk. He laid me down on the bed with much care, and stared into my eyes for a second. "You look so sinfully delicious right now," he commented, taking in my messed-up hair and wild expression, my body laid out just for him on the gently mattress.
I'll string you up to have some fun
"Well, hunger, thirst and lust all affect the same area of the brain," I informed, leaning up to snag a kiss from his open mouth.
Run devil run run, devil run run, run devil devil run run
"Oh, look who's full of knowledge," he noted, licking the right side of my face. He took the time to suck on my neck, letting me release my head back in a pleasure-filled moan.
I'm throwing the trash, clearing the junk
Suddenly, I stopped him. "You know, I have one more fact." I said sharply into his ear, "Undressing your partner burns about eight to ten calories. I think you can guess where this is going next."
I'm firing the cannon, you're gonna get sunk
Sebastian needed no further instruction. He pulled my tank top swiftly over my head and dragged the shorts off my hips. Instantaneously, I loosed the tie around his neck, slid the jacket off, but I grappled the buttons on his shirt unsteadily.
You better sail off to the seven seas
"Let me help you," he grinned, taking my hands in his and unbuttoning the shirt together. In no time, the shirt was off and lying next to the already-made pile of clothes.
There's not enough room for you and for me
I next went for the zipper, and remove his pants as well. I could feel his manhood pressing on me and my cheeks flushed bright red.
(Once again if you would please,)
"Now, now there's nothing to be scared of," he soothed, pressing his lips at the corner of my mouth.
There's not enough room for you and for me
"B-but, you're so big~" I whimpered.
Run devil run run
He grinded against me and I mewled in delight. "You'll be fine, I assure you, my love," he vowed.
Devil run run
"Okay," I stated finally, staring straight into his crimson-pink eyes, never losing sight of him.
Run devil devil run run
"I trust you."
Week 2, Day 11
When I finally woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the window. Sebastian was still next to me, arms wrapped securely around my waist, his warm body heating mine.
I slowly turned my head and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He smirked and opened his eyes.
"Were you sleeping?" I questioned intently.
"No, I was just resting my eyes," he told me.
"Can demons sleep?" I asked.
"Yes, but we do not need it. Demons that do sleep are considered lazy."
"Makes sense," I nodded my head.
"I just stayed because I figured that's what you would want me to do. I wouldn't leave you unless completely necessary." He gave a kiss to the top of my head. I lied facedown with my head in my crossed arms.
"Oh my god…we just had sex, didn't we?"
"Technically it was last night, but yes. We did participate in intercourse together."
My muffled voice came from the pillow barrier. I turned my head to the side in order to be heard better. "Do you always have to say everything so proper? Just call it sex, at least.
Sebastian sighed deeply. "Fine, if you so wish me to do so, I'll rephrase it. Yes, we did have sex together last night."
I pondered for a moment. "You know what, never mind. I think I liked 'intercourse' better. "
"Sure, darling," Sebastian traced circles on my bare back with his pointer finger.
I winced at the term and thought some more to myself. "Sebastian, what if I get pregnant with, like, your demon babies? And then I'll almost die giving birth so you'll have to turn me into a demon and I will be a pathetic cliché just like Bella in Twilight?"
Sebastian chuckled a lot at that comment.
I narrowed my gaze. "What's so funny?" I demanded.
Now Sebastian was tracing his finger up and down my spine in a relaxing manner. "Seul, you have nothing to worry about. Humans I am in a contract with cannot get pregnant by my means. It's something about how us sharing a child may cause me to develop sentimental feelings for the contractor and therefore, be unable to take their soul in the end."
"But what about me? You're not eating my soul, or at least I hope not," I pointed out.
"The rule applies whether or not the contract has to do with devouring souls. It's pretty much a general rule."
"Do you know what time it is?" I wondered aloud, changing the subject.
"It's around ten a.m." Sebastian replied.
I yawned. "Whoa, I was asleep for about nine hours. Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"
"After our…'activities' and a ten hour flight, I figure you could use some sleep."
"Thanks," I responded. I rolled over out of bed to open the shades a little more, my bare skin glinting in the sun's beams.
"Where did you get that brand?" Sebastian asked, all of a sudden, from behind me.
I turned around sharply and tried to cover it with my hands, but it was too late. He had already seen.
I sighed and grabbed Sebastian's button-down shirt off the ground before loosely buttoning it and sliding back into bed. I laid my head down on Sebastian's muscular arms and began tracing figures on his stomach with the tips of my fingers.
"Why haven't I noticed it before?" Sebastian interrogated.
"I usually cover it up with makeup and such," I frowned. "But it must have come off last night."
The brand in mention formed a U-shape with a weird squiggle in the middle and was circled by a red sphere shape. The whole thing altogether was an ugly burnt red.
"May I ask again, how did you get that?" Sebastian inquired.
"It's a long story," I muttered.
"Then you better get started, shouldn't you?" Sebastian said cheerfully.
"If you really want to know…" I trailed off. "It all happened four years ago, in the middle of summer.
I was walking downtown by the beach, you know, like most kids my age did. There had been a number of kidnappings in the area, but that's kind of typical for L.A. Nevertheless, my mother warned me about being careful and told me to always travel with a group of friends.
On that particular day, my friends had left early and Ciel and I had decided to stay a little longer because the weather was nice. We were strolling along on the boardwalk when we decided to stop for a bathroom break. I didn't have to go, so I waited outside while Ciel went into the restrooms.
A young man approached me; he was dressed differently from everyone else. He had styled, shaggy red hair and wore an excessive amount of eyeliner. He had on a black and white diamond pattern tank top and a yellow bowtie around his neck. He introduced himself as Joker, which I thought was a very peculiar name.
At first I was a bit scared by him, god, I was only in junior high. I think it was seventh grade…? Yeah, it was the summer between seventh grade and eighth grade. Anyway, he right away calmed my nerves and told me to relax. He was exceedingly kind and we soon got onto the topic of surfing. At the time, I was really big into it, and he said there was this awesome surf shop just down the road. Being the naïve young girl I was, I decided that I would only be gone a short time and would be back in time before Ciel started to miss me.
We started off for a little while, Joker keeping up his 'nice-guy' charade and I fully captivated by this strange man. We were gone for about fifteen minutes before I noticed something was up. I asked him how much farther the shop was, to which he replied,
'Just a little while longer, sugar,"
I somehow believed the words he said and kept following. We finally stopped a short time later, at which time I was starting to get worried. I had heard about kidnappers and child molesters, but this man seemed too friendly to be any of those."
I sighed, and glanced over at Sebastian, who was still listening intently with care in his eyes. I took a deep breath and continued.
"We finally stopped at a dark alley. I know, that is probably the most suspicious it could get at this point, but I didn't seem to care. Maybe it was the sun, or the day, or that man, but I was still going along with his scheme. I was uncomfortable, yes, but I didn't run away.
We stood there, and all of a sudden, Joker snapped his fingers and I was restrained by a bunch of men who had suddenly appeared out of the shadows.
'Take her back to the house, boys,' Joker laughed maniacally, and spurned on his heels out of there. I couldn't believe that I had just been deceived so cruelly. Why had I been so trusting?
A big burly man pinned my arms behind my back and I was dragged into a car. I was swiftly knocked out after that point, and when I awoke, I was in the dirty cellar of some mansion. There were other kids around me, most of them gaunt and filthy, looking as if their last meal and shower was months ago.
This made me wonder if these were the kids that had been abducted as of late. If I remember correctly, there were about twenty other kids beside myself, give or take a few.
The first horrific thing I noticed was, that many of the kids were missing parts. Some only had one arm; others had only one leg. A couple of them still had bandages wrapped all over their body, and I couldn't make out the parts they were missing.
To put it bluntly, I was horrified. I mean, I was a beach girl from some suburb of Los Angeles. I knew nothing of death, tragedy and suffering. That first sight, when I arrived there that night, is something I will never, in all of my years, forget.
There was a girl there around the same age of myself, as I was thirteen at the time. She still looked fresh and healthy, and she had all of her appendages.
'Who are you?' I asked her.
'I'm Doll,' she said melancholy. She had short red hair and freckles spattered across her nose.
'What is this place?' I interrogated her.
'For most of the kids, it's the equivalent of something out of a horror story. The fittingly named man, Doctor, performs awful operations on the kids to remove their arms and legs. When they run out of those, he kills them, simple as that. They are no longer useful to him.'
'But what does he use them for?'
'He believes that children's bones are excellent quality for making prosthetic limbs, so in order to get his materials, he kidnaps the kids.'
'What about that man, Joker? What is his role?'
'This operation is run by a gang called the 'Noah's Ark' gang. You could say Joker is the ringleader of this whole organization. He lures the kids in, abducts them, then directs and sells their parts to different companies. You wouldn't believe how many people are dying to get their hands on these kids' bones.'
'You said that most of the kids get their appendages removed. What happens to other percent?'
At this, Doll shuddered. 'You don't want to be those kids. I'd rather get my limbs cut off than be them.'
'Why? What's so wrong?' I inquired of her.
But she refused to tell me. She only looked away and shook her head.
'Why aren't you missing anything?' I asked.
'I've only been here about a week. Plus, Doctor has enough...' she cringed 'supplies.'
'So we just wait until they need something from us?' I asked.
'Well for you, they're going to perform your induction ceremony soon,' Doll explained.
'What do you mean by that?'
'You'll find out."
"So, you what was Ciel doing at his time? He must have been worried sick, no doubt," Sebastian interrupted.
"Yeah," I nodded my head. "I later found out that he realized after ten minutes that I wasn't there, and decided to go home, thinking that I had pulled some prank on him and ditched him. When he didn't find me at home, he knew something was up. My parents waited twenty-four hours before calling the police and filing a missing person's report. I was added to the long list of children already missing in the area.
Anyway, I found out that night what an 'induction ceremony' was. I was hauled out of the cellar and strapped to a table in middle of a room lit only by candles. The people in cloaks joining in the room started chanting, and the same large man who had dragged me into the car branded me. It hurt like fucking hell, getting my contract wasn't even close to the pain that brand brought.
The man wiped some liquid over the mark and I was thrown back into the cellar until about a week later.
That night, I didn't say a word to anyone, not even Doll, but she didn't bother me. She had gone through the same experience and knew that I wanted to be left alone.
I finally recovered and little by little, she told me about the people there. The main leaders of the gang were Dagger, Beast, Joker, Doctor, and Jumbo.
Jumbo was the big guy who the other members made do all their manhandling. Beast was the vixen that was the cruel mastermind behind the corporation. Dagger was the evil sidekick who was basically Joker's bitch, and Joker was the figurehead and had some sort of a relationship with Beast. Doctor produced their goods to sell, and the rest of the gang let him do as he pleased with his test subjects.
Later that week, Doll lost her arm and I was taken out of the cellar for the second time."
At this point, I began to break down as Sebastian ran his hands through my hair in an attempt to soothe me and I squeezed his stomach harder than ever. I closed my eyes, and all I could see were those awful images before my eyes. It seemed as real as the day that it happened.
"You don't have to say it if you don't want to," Sebastian comforted.
I shook my head in disagreement. "No, I want to. I have to tell it sooner or later, and it may as well be now."
"Alright then. Continue."
I wiped my eyes and started again. "Turns out, I wasn't ever returning to that cellar. When I was roughly taken out of the basement, I was then taken down a series of halls and doors before being thrown into a bedroom. The door was locked behind me and I was unable to get out. I was utterly helpless.
I decided the only logical thing to do was to sit on the bed and go to sleep. I thought that maybe I was being transported to nicer quarters after all.
That wasn't the case.
Not long after being in the new room, the door opened and Joker entered. I didn't know what to think of him since he had tricked me last time, but he was charming and sweet again, so I started to trust him. He only sweet-talked his way into letting him get close to me, but as soon as he was within arm's reach, he started removing his shirt.
I didn't know what to do. I obviously knew what was going to happen next, but I couldn't escape as he could easily overpower me. And as you can assume, he raped me.
That's what happened to those kids who didn't get operated on. The kids deemed 'too pretty' for the surgeries were kept apart from the others. After Joker was done with me, I was taken away to a cage. No, I wasn't even given space to move around in. My cellmate was a young boy with pale blonde hair and dashing green eyes. His name was Snake. He didn't speak much, but he did tell me it had been about three months since he was taken. He was always talking to himself, probably because he was crazy, and I don't blame him. If I had been in his situation for that expanse of time, I would probably be crazy too.
Just about every night, either Joker or his friend Dagger raped me. There were a few other people at random times, but I mostly was stuck with those two. After they fucked me, I was returned to the cage where I would try to rest and forget what had happened. Of course that never worked, but it never hurt to try.
It only took about two weeks until I realized that I was what one would consider Joker's 'favorite.' I started seeing Dagger less and less, and eventually I was moved into an extravagant cage all by myself in his own room. He stopped seeing other kids and focused solely on me. I was shamelessly his sex slave.
Of course, this sparked retaliation from Beast, who seemed to have a fancy for Joker. She became extremely jealous of me, and whenever the opportunity arose, she would beat me or physically abuse me. I tried to avoid her as much as possible.
As the days grew on, Joker started to be kinder to me. He would let me out of my prison more, and sometimes he even let me sleep in his bed for the night. I got better food, clothes, and living conditions than all the other children. Albeit I had to take most of my baths and showers with Joker, at least I was staying clean and keeping my limbs. That's more than I could say for most of the kids there.
One night, when I was in the kitchen for meals, I saw Jumbo carrying out something on a stretcher. It didn't take me long to realize that it was a dead body. He set it on the table for a brief second while he went to go talk to Joker about an issue that had come up, and I quickly took a peep underneath. I wanted to scream in horror, but I couldn't for fear of being found out. But the memory of Doll's leg and armless body and empty face still haunts me to this day.
From that day on, I knew I had to escape and avenge Doll's death. Even if that meant having to kill a few people in the process. I didn't care."
Night has always pushed up day.
You must know life to see decay.
But I won't rot, I won't rot.
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot.
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