The room was dark, the most minimum light coming from a small candle, lighting the other side of the room. Thanks to the small flame, one could make out the figures of the distinct furniture in the room, as well as a long, metal chain.

One of its ends was attached to the left foot of a large, king sized bed, which was so heavy, it took ten men to move it from one side of the room to the other. The metal trailed all the way to the ankle of a pale, strawberry blonde girl, whom was laying on the carpeted floor, curled up into a ball.

She had bright green eyes, framed by numerous scars and gashes received from her master. They adorned almost every inch of her body, ranging from small scratches to big black bruises. The only thing keeping her warm from the cold was a tattered black maid uniform, and a thin cotton blanket that her master had thrown at her earlier.

He was a noble with anger issues, and instead of lashing out at his subordinates or guests, he would beat her up instead, almost every day. Sometimes he'd obligate the poor girl to dress him and bring him tea, unlocking the chain on her ankle and making her walk with it following behind, making a rattling sound on the floor.

Today specifically, her master was attending to his business in his study, leaving not long after a beating session. The room she was in had all the curtains closed, being it a secret chamber, so she didn't really know what time it was.

The girl slowly sat up, hearing muffled sounds coming from inside the manor. It sounded like people were yelling, and if she concentrated, she could hear something like muffled gun shots. The door of the chamber opened abruptly, letting inside rays of light, making her squint her eyes to see who it was. No doubt, it was her master, but he was acting strangely.

Being still dizzy from the beating from earlier, she watched as he locked the door behind him and moved a chest to block the entrance. He then looked around, spotting her, and fell to his knees in front of her, hugging her face close to his sweaty chest.

"Oh, Emily!" He wailed, seemingly crying, "He's here! The Queen's guard dog is here for me!" The blond didn't move, not processing fully what he had said. Last time her master had spoken about such a person, he had whined about him being just a small kid playing earl. Why was he here for him? What did he mean?

Emily was startled when the door was slammed open, with the chest that was placed over it flying across the room from them. Even if she was scared, she wouldn't cling to her master. He had done nothing for her but bring her pain. However, her master did cling onto her, sinking his nails onto her arm, making her bleed slightly.

Turning to look at the door, she saw a tall man dressed in black -seemingly a butler- standing under the frame, and aside him a small boy dressed in fancy blue clothes. "Sebastian," called the boy, frowning upon them, "Put and end to Lord Jaques and his schemes! That's an order!" "Yes, my lord," the jet black butler responded with a small bow.

Her master shook in fear, throwing Emily against the bed, causing her to get hit on her back. She grunted in pain watching him scurry to grab the gun that was inside one of the drawers. The butler began to change in appearance slightly, looking more like a fog-like creature, a little inhumane.

She knew what he was. He was a demon. His bright eyes and evil smirk gave him away. She knew about those creatures, for when someone is in a tight situation like herself, people tend to whisper to her to try and help without getting themselves involved.

The small boy walked towards her, and she instinctively scurried away from him, bumping into a wall and grunting in pain. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said with a very serious tone. He eyed the chain in her ankle, thinking of a way to release her. "Sebastian, check if he has a key," he mentioned to his butler, and in a few seconds, a key was thrown their way, and the boy caught it.

Emily wasn't taking her eyes off him, watching as he unlocked the chain from her ankle, a purple bruise revealing itself from underneath it. "What's your name?" He asked a little harshly, but she was more than willing to ignore it as he had just set her free. "E-Emily Caramelo," the blonde manage to say, her voice shaky from the cold.

The boys eyes widened a little. "Are you Italian? French?" "S-Spanish," she responded to him, and he nodded. A metallic smell filled her nose, so she moved her head to see where the smell was coming from, but the boy told her to look at him instead. "Forget about Jaques. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, and I've been sent to put an end to your master's black market sales. Do you happen to know anything about that?" She nodded her head slowly, lowering her gaze.

"Everything has been taken care of, my lord," the jet black butler caught her attention as he suddenly appeared aside the earl, "Oh my, what do we have here? I'm guessing human trafficking?" "I'm guessing." The butler extended a hand to her, which she gently took, and he helped her stand.

Emily had no shoes or stockings, only her maid outfit was now covering her, with her bruises, gashes and dried blood on her. But yet they couldn't see it in this darkness. "I-it's not-" she was interrupted by a set of gun shots, seeing her master covered in blood in the corner of the room, aiming at them. By impulse, Emily threw herself to protect the earl, and the butler somehow managed to kill him for good.

The gun shots flew right to the windows behind them, smashing them and ripping the curtains off. The light entered the room, and Ciel's eyes widened as he saw for the first time the soft, kind eyes of Emily and she towered over him, bullet wound on her side. "Sebastian!" The boy called, and the servant rapidly rushed to his side, apologizing to him.

"Forget that! Help her!" The little earl said, making Emily lay down on the carpeted floor. "Oh my, just look what he did to you. Truly, what a disgrace," the butler said as the light shone through her bruises.

Emily panted as the two men spoke, her eyesight getting blurry. "Let's take her to the manor," she heard Ciel say, and soon saw only Sebastian's face as he picked her up and walked out the manor, the small earl leading the way. "Don't worry, Emily," the demon looked down at her, "we'll take good care of you."

Before completely loosing consciousness, the strawberry blonde girl fluttered her eyes and spoke slightly, "Y-you're a demon, r-right?" This caught the butler off guard, for no human had seen through his facade. However, he nodded his head. "We'll take good care of you," he repeated before she fainted.