twisted

capturedmaiden:

Well, she’d made her way from where she had been trapped. Now what?

She’d dressed herself, and even questioned the maid as to why she was here. Receiving little information in return. But not wanting to sit and remain where she could easily be found, the girl curiously explored her newer surroundings. Her boots made soft foot steps. 

It wasn’t long until she found herself in the dining room, which was a step forward at least. Hard to believe it was right outside her own room. 

Opening one of the two doors in the dinning room, after pocketing the item on the dinning table. She soon found herself in the castle kitchen. No one was in sight…and yet there was a large pot of boiling water on. Who in the world would simply leave that going? The water could boil over…

Making her way around, she inspected the cabinets, only glancing at them for anything useful, when she opened one and discovered instead, a child.

Gasping and nearly falling backwards, the girl choked back any other noises she might make. 

Calming and steadying herself, she extended her hand towards the youth. Apparently, she was not the only one to be mysteriously abducted and stranded in this strange place. As her heart slowed it’s speeded pace, she finally found the words.

“H-hello?” She asked. “Are you alright?” Despite her own circumstances, Fiona could only show concern. After all, the child looked to be rather cramped up in the cabinet. She figured his legs could use the stretch, if she could squeeze him free that is. 

It was like a battle with his mind to distinguish his memories apart from the nightmares. The last thing he remembered was taking a carriage ride to a so-called “ghost town”, which the Queen ordered inspection on, and he had his butler, Sebastian, with him. He was wrapped up in a black cloak, fighting for warmth against the harsh weather. It took them a day and a night to arrive, and the earl was nearly asleep until he felt the ride come to a stop. Around the corner came his butler and they were moved into an old-fashioned, rather eerie house. When he laid his head to rest, he thought the morning would be the time they do their work and report back to the Queen. The entire night was filled with unwelcome dreams, shaking him awake in the night, covering him in a thin sheet of sweat. It was when he recovered from the final nightmare that he finally fell to a comfortable rest.

When his eyes opened once more, it was like his dreams left his mind and entered reality.

Stuck in a cabinet like an ingredient was not what he expected to wake up to. His legs were cramped up, and he found that he couldn’t move at all. It was as if the wooden walls holding in his form was build around him, rather than just shoved him in. He was curled up into a ball, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not budge. The frustration it caused him nearly made him scream, but something told him not to do that. It was no surprise that he was frightened beyond belief, stuck in a place where he couldn’t get out of. He felt like his spine was about to snap from the pressure of having to hold such an uncomfortable position, and it made him wonder how he did not awake while being put there. 

“Sebastian, this is an order,” he croaked out. His eyepatch was also gone, so the purple-ish pink pendant was very visible. The symbol glowed as he activated it, “Get me out of here.” His voice wasn’t as stern as he wanted it to be, since he was speaking in a volume a little higher than a whisper. He could feel the heat from the contract radiate, but nothing happened. His demon butler didn’t appear to take him out. He tried again to call for the man, but all he received was cold air and eerie silence.

The Phantomhive had no choice but to stay put. He tried his best to adjust himself, finally turning around in the cabinet enough give his back more room so he didn’t have to bend so much, and he waited. 

Ciel didn’t bother counting the minutes until he heard footsteps enter the room. He was too busy trying to think of where he was and why, and who brought him here. His thoughts returned to the Queen, and how she wouldn’t be happy if his information was late because he got himself kidnapped. He thought about Sebastian, and why he wouldn’t come for him, as well as other things. The footsteps were small and quite, which made the bluenette listen hard for any voices and if this person would help him or not. He heard multiple cabinets opening up and shutting closed, occasionally wincing at the squeaks and slams of the doors. The wood sounded so old and worn.. who could live here? Was it the person who shoved him into this box? Ciel suddenly put up his guard, though at this point he wasn’t much of a fight. He had no weapon, no means of protecting himself, and he couldn’t even move. A panic set in as he heard a cabinet door open and close right next to him. He took in a deep breath, and with wide eyes, braced himself for who would open the door and find him.

The light was very dim, though it illuminated enough of the inside of where he was trapped. He heard a gasp, but the eye nearest to the light was his bad one - the one with the demon seal. He could see, but it was very blurry. After the contract was burned onto his eye on that horrid day, he soon came to terms with the fact that his vision has been obscured. The gasp told him one thing: a woman opened the cabinet. He forced his shoulder upward, his eyes still wide as he turned his face toward the woman who had found him.

They stared at each other for a while, Ciel refusing to speak up first. He watched the woman compose herself, and take a step toward the cabinet. Her words were shaken, and the tone was sweet. Ciel surveyed her appearance, and he tried to convince himself that he could trust this woman. He had no other choice. If Sebastian wasn’t coming for him, and he couldn’t move, there was no way he’d make any progress if he shut this encounter out.

“I-I’m… I’m alright,” his voice was not like it was when calling to his demon. Instead it was quiet, more like a little mumble. He wasn’t sure if he was about to see the end or not, and his voice reflected his thoughts. Confused, broken. “Can you get me out of here?” The cramping was starting to sting at his limbs, and he felt light and weary. The light coming in showed that his clothes were tattered and ripped. There were bruises and cuts scattered across his body. Whoever brought him into this place did not do it with care or any concern to what would happen to Earl Ciel Phantomhive.