~* Raven's POV *~

We entered the dark room, a sweet smell drifting in the air. I took a step forward, the Druitt locking the door behind us. There was absolutely nothing in the room, only a lone candle flickering in the darkness. I've got a bad feeling about this.

"We are going to have so much fun," he grinned.

My vision began to blur, exhaustion suddenly washing over me. My legs buckled from underneath me. An arm wrapped around my waist, catching me. Welp, that's not a good sign.

I fought the urge to sleep, meeting the Druitt's lust filled eyes.

He gently caressed my cheek, purring in a low voice, "You will fetch quite the price, my dear angel."

"Screw you, dude," I murmured incoherently, on the threshold of unconsciousness, "You.. you.. demented goldfish..."

"Who knows?" he chuckled to himself, slipping the strap off my dress, "I might have fun with you first. Perhaps even purchase you myself."

His disgusting hands starter to wander, getting dangerously too close to certain places.

With every ounce of strength I had left, I slapped his cheek, his head snapping sharply to the right on impact. Unimaginable anger coursed through my veins, glaring at the scum in front of me.

"You are absolutely repulsive," I sneered, my voice changing. It sounded warped, monstrous. Something felt different. This man... just pisses me off so much. He deserved to disappear.

He trembled in fear, "Y-Your eyes."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Knock her out!"

I felt pain at the back of my head before everything went black.

~*~

I awoke, a black cloth covering my eyes, obscuring my vision. Another was tied over my mouth, silencing me. My hands were bound in front of me. My back was pressed against metal bars, the sound of soft chatter reaching my ears. It sounds as if there are many people. I felt around and rolled my eyes as I realized something. I'm in a bloody cage! I'm definitely suing.

"And now for the moment you've all been waiting for... Tonight's crown jewel!"

The sheet over my cage was pulled, revealing my vulnerable form. I felt spotlight on me, still not being able to see because of the damn blindfold. There were ooh's and aah's from the audience, their burning stares making me uncomfortable.

"This young woman would make quite the pet. Or a sex slave if that is what you prefer," the Druitt's voice announced, "You could also sell her for parts if you'd like but I believe that would be a complete waste of her exotic beauty."

Excuuuuse me? Sex slave? What the hell? I've just turned 18. Barely a grown up! Damn you, Ciel! This is all your fault.

"This woman is like a succubus in heat, stunning and desirable in every way. With mesmerizing blue eyes, tempting soft lips and seductive curves, any man would be lucky to have her under him. I know I sure did."

I clenched my teeth in anger. That lying bastard. We didn't do anything!

"Would you all like to see for yourself?"

The crowd cheered.

I heard the creaking of the cage I was in opening before I was dragged out, thrown over someone's shoulder. My ass was in full view, men whistling at the sight. My face burned in humiliation. Absolutely disgusting.

They suspended my bound arms, tying them above me, keeping them suspended as I was forced to stand in the center of the stage. The blindfold was untied. I looked out into the audience, glaring. They left the gag in place, muffling any sound I made.

The Druitt began to take off my clothes, a sense of panic washing over me. The straps slipped from my shoulders, the dress soon falling to the ground leaving me in nothing more than my undergarments and a corset. He quickly unlaced the death tube, letting it loosen before it fell from my body. The crowd's lustful and curious stares never strayed from me, only looking over my nearly naked body. I trembled in fear and embarrassment but kept my eyes narrowed into a glare of defiance.

Every time my skin became more exposed, the audience became more and more intrigued.

The Druitt reached for my underwear. I struggled harder, desperately trying to escape but to no avail.

"Hush now, my little angel," he cooed, teasingly playing with the hem.

No..! The scars..!

The Druitt slid them down a little, exposing an inch of my skin below my waist before his hands suddenly stopped. He caught sight of them, freezing in place. Multiple scars ran across my right and left pelvic bone, just below my hip. Most of them were targeted towards my birthmark which looked like some sort of brand, etched onto my left side. Memories that I've been trying to suppress surfaced, a sick feeling growing inside me. ( A/N: Raven's "birthmark" on the side → )

His fingers lightly brushed against them, a frown present on his face.

"These look self admitted," he murmured, a pained look crossing his face. He looked up at me in sympathy, "You really are a broken angel, aren't you?"

"No. They're battle wounds," I said simply, watching his frown deepen.

He asked, "Who were you battling?"

"Myself."

I replied before kicking him right where his precious family jewels were. The crowd gasped at my sudden attack. His face scrunched up in pain, covering his crotch as he sunk to the ground, writhing in anguish. He definitely deserved it.

My vision blurred. I didn't even notice the tears that escaped. My hidden scars that were just revealed brought back painful memories that will forever haunt me.

"Devil child... devil child... you, who will never be loved."

Their screams that hurled insults at me... that hurt more than their beatings ever did... Why the hell am I remembering that now!?

Even though my memory of before I got here is fading, why do I still remember them? Those people who abused me, treated me like nothing... worse than nothing... treating me as if I was the spawn of Satan himself just because of some damn birthmark that I have no memory of getting.

The candles that lit up the room suddenly went out. Panic erupted in the room. I heard grunts and pained screams as well as bodied dropping to the floor. Fear overwhelmed me, the darkness reminding me of the time when... when...?

"Celeste, help me!"

"Ciel, where are you?!"

The candles lit up once more, revealing Sebastian with Ciel on his shoulders in the midst of the sea of bodies.

"Help her," Ciel ordered, guilt laced in his voice as he saw me shaking.

The butler appeared before me, the rope holding me suddenly tearing apart. Sebastian swept me into his arms, wrapping his tail coat around me. His eyes lingered on the scars, a knowing glint present as he did.

"You heard everything, didn't you?" I sighed, his silence giving me the answer.

"Why would you do that to yourself?" he asked lowly, raw with emotion as he lightly wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"They are battle wounds," I repeated, Ciel approaching us. I tightened my grip on the fabric, making sure to hide the scars as the Earl stood in front of us.

"Raven, I'm terrible sorry for what happened tonight. It is all my fault," the little pirate confessed being completely sincere.

I laughed, ruffling his navy blue hair much to his displeasure.

"Don't worry about it, short cake," I snuggled in Sebastian's embrace, feeling warm and safe, "Let's go home. I'm starving. I want cake once we get back to the manor. Cake with extra sprinkles. Okay, Sebbyyy?"

He raised his brows, "Extra sprinkles?"

I nodded in excitement.

"Ah, yes, I forgot to mention," Ciel cleared his throat before commanding, "This is an order. Follow Raven's orders as you would follow mine unless I tell you otherwise. You can accomplish that, right, Sebby?"

I stifled my laugh, watching the butler's uncomfortableness as Ciel mimicked my words. We exchanged mischievous looks. Looks like I found a partner in crime.

Sebastian bowed reluctantly, "If I couldn't do this much for my master and now, mistress, what kind of butler would I be?"

I giggled as we began our walk back to the Phantomhive manor.

"Waiiiiit, did you just call me a mistress?!"

mis·tress
noun
    a woman having an extramarital sexual relationship, especially with a married man.

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