Episode 33 - Beheaded by Red
It was dark.
I couldn’t see a thing.
I stared into the darkness, breaths shaking as the cloth in my mouth dampened with my saliva, and it tightened around my ears, making my breaths shake.
It was dark, but… I was blindfolded.
I could feel it tickling my lashes, and I kept blinking to rid of the feeling.
My hands were tied behind my back, my legs tied down, too, but by the position I was in, I could tell I was in a chair.
I struggled against the bindings harder, but suddenly I felt a cold hand running along my cheek.
I froze.
“Little girl,” Damien said quietly, making my breaths shake, “did you really think you could fool me?”
He ripped the blindfold off, making me cry out through the gag, but he just stepped back, chuckling.
A sudden light burned my eyes, a large, white one… a spotlight.
I gazed around then, eyes widening when I found a crowd of people gathered under a stage I was on.
Every person wore a masquerade mask of some sort, or some kind of blindfold that they could see through.
I gazed down then, finding myself in the same dress, same outfit, but my eye patch was gone.
I closed my eye then, hoping no one noticed the mark inside it.
If only they could remove the gag… I could call Sebastian.
I struggled harder, fear burning through me like fire.
Damien just stepped over, gesturing to me. “This girl is a perfect description of criminal. She was my first child I took, an alone child with a broken eye. Perfect for my freak show, huh?”
My eyes widened then, and I felt my bones chill.
He knew… it was me the whole time?
“She was the one I tried to sell to a wonderful family who could have some good use for a broken thing like her. But she murdered all of my people after throwing a tantrum at the stage.” He gazed down at me then, eyes darkening as my breaths shook. “You’re a liar, aren’t you, little Phantomhive?”
I struggled harder.
“As you know,” he said then, gazing up at the crowd, “this stage is for fixing misfit behaviors. Murdering the ones who cause me anger. And… this little bitch was so, so ungrateful after I took her in. She deserves every speck of this.”
I watched as he stepped over to a tray on the side table, and he picked up a thin, small scalpel.
My eyes widened in horror, and I shook my head frantically.
He just stepped over to me carefully, and I fought against the bindings harder.
Sebastian? Where was he? Why hadn’t he intervened yet?
My body grew cold, bones chilling, every aspect of me burning and freezing at the same time.
Damien just stopped in front of me, making my blood run cold.
He knelt down, a small smile forming on his lips. “You thought you could trick me, didn’t you?” I winced when he ran the tip of the scalpel along me chest. “Yuna Claerita,” he scoffed, “dumb girl. You were my first victim, Yumi. Why did you think I wouldn’t recognize you?”
He lightly scraped my collarbone with the blade, making me wince when I felt my skin open slightly, blood spilling down the front of my chest.
Sebastian… Sebastian!
If only I could call him aloud… he would come right away no matter what problems he was facing.
“You caused me great misfortune,” Damien said darkly as I tried to remain calm. “I think I might give you an even greater death than your parents. They fought back, too, you know. Very well, indeed.”
My eyes widened in horror, bones chilling.
So my parents murder… and my kidnapping were connected? He murdered them just so he could take me and sell me off to some rich asshole?
I closed my eyes tightly as he ran the blade on the already open wound, making me whimper.
But he gazed up, lightly undoing my gag and letting it fall.
I gasped for air, breath shaking.
Damien just smiled darkly. “Any last words?”
My head shot up then, eyes shrinking in horror. “SEBASTIAN!”
Damien shrank back then, brows drawing together when he glanced at the crowd.
He then looked back at me, smile widening. “Your butler’s name? How unfortunate. You’ve become very close to him, haven’t you?” He then raised the blade again, making my eyes widen. “Too bad I’m going to screw up that pretty face of yours. Jab both eyes, watch you bleed out and beg for mercy.”
He started toward me then, smile widening like the psycho he was.
I just smirked, making him freeze. I chuckled darkly, tipping my head back a little as I stared at the ceiling. “Too bad your crowd isn’t here to watch your show anymore.”
He blinked then, and looked toward the audience.
He dropped the scalpel. “What…?”
Every guest was scattered across the floors, blood slipping out from their necks, eyes, noses, and ears… some pierced with freshly washed silverware, others with their heads spun backward, and the last with their ribs caved in with in-human force.
“What…?” he said then, glancing around nervously. “How did…?”
But a voice came from behind him:
“I apologize, sir, but my master’s late to bed.”
Damien froze then, eyes rounding when he stood up straighter.
He spun around, breaths shaking when his eyes locked on Sebastian.
He who stood at the end of the stage, eyes glowing their demonic red as his entire body remained a shadow; the only thing visible were his irate gaze and his shark-like smile.
“You…” Damien said then, pupils shrinking, “what are you?!”
“Me?” Sebastian said then. “Why I am a butler. Simply one hell of a butler. And you, are a dead man, I’m afraid.”
Damien just stared in horror, taking a couple steps back.
“I’m done with this game,” I said then, brows drawing together as I fought the dark pain consuming me. “I’m tired and in pain and SUFFERING! I want him to die! JUST KILL HIM ALREADY!”
Sebastian vanished.
One second passed.
And the next, Damien lurched forward, eyes widening when something tore through his chest all the way through his back.
My eyes widened then, blood splattering on my face.
Sebastian stood on the other side of Damien, his hand piercing completely through Damien’s chest, bursting a massive hole as if he was torn through by a missile. I could even see Sebastian’s chest through the gap, as well.
Sebastian pulled his hand back, and Damien fell forward, collapsing onto the ground, deceased.
I watched as Sebastian stood up straighter and pulled off his reddened glove, tossing it aside.
The mark on is right hand glistened with the spotlight on us, his black nails glowing a slight purple.
He just stepped over to me and knelt down, his demonic-like appearance gone and replaced with his normal butler attire.
I watched hazily as he undid my ties and let them fall.
He pulled me onto him, and I closed my eyes tightly, breath shaking when I wrapped my arms around him.
“I could’ve died…” I whispered uneasily. “Where were you?”
“I won’t let you die,” Sebastian promised. “I would’ve come if you called me or not, either way, I would still be here.”
I just held onto him tightly. “You should’ve come sooner.”
“I apologize, master,” he said quietly, “Edward sought fit to attack me right as I attempted to follow you. I have reason to believe this was a scheme of his to kill you, and then eat your soul once extracted.”
I stared down at his chest then, lashes lowering.
“Master…” Sebastian said then, tone dark, “why didn’t you tell me that Damien was the one you wanted killed? That he was the finishing to your wish?”
“I never knew his name, only his face,” I said then, the cold swelling deeper when I gazed down at his corpse. “I knew his face when this task was assigned to us. But… I didn’t know how to tell you. I guess I hoped I could spend a little more time with you before my side of the contract vanishes.” I was silent for a moment before realizing, “You killed him.”
Sebastian was silent for a moment. “Indeed, I did.”
“So… does that mean… that this is the end?”
“No, my lord,” he said then, letting go and watching me with dark eyes, “I can do with your soul as I wish now, remember?”
“Yes, but you are no longer bound to me,” I said then, eyes darkening. “You’re set free.”
Sebastian just smiled, making me blink. “When have I ever wanted to be free? What if I want to be chained? What if I want to be bound to you for eternity?”
I stared for a moment, eyes darkening. “You don’t want to be set free?”
He just smiled. “What do you think?”
“But my soul still belongs to you.”
“Indeed, it does.” He gazed up then, smile widening. “I like playing butler. I wouldn’t mind it if I spend it a lifetime with you.”
Something inside me heated, and I felt the cold wash away. “You… like playing butler?”
“Why else do you think I’m obsessed with the butler aesthetic?” he said then, chuckling. “I’m overconfident with it.”
“You’re overconfident with everything,” I retorted.
He just smiled.
I then sighed and stood, and he stood with me.
“I want to go home,” I told him. “Now.”
He just bowed. “At once, master.”
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