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“Oh, but we only just caught you! It’d be a shame to let you go so early on in the game, wouldn’t it?” the pleasant smile on Alois’s face didn’t falter in the slightest at he spoke to Ciel. He noticed the boy’s struggles, feeble as they were and a cruel idea struck him. “Claude, I don’t think you’ve got a good enough grip on him. It’d be a shame if he got away. You should probably do something about that, hm?”

The demon said nothing in response to his master, but followed the implied order. His arms wrapped tighter around Ciel’s small body, almost as though he were trying to crush him.

The young Phantomhive wanted so badly to rip the smile right off the other’s face. But he couldn’t even move. Yes, this was a game. A game that didn’t hold many advantages for Ciel. An enemy is an enemy, and Ciel wondered if he was in fact waiting for this. For Ciel to become curious, wonder what the plans are - and be taken then. Though his thoughts were screeched to a halt as Alois made his next order. Then the sharp squeeze of his middle made the breath leave his lungs.

“Ah–” he croaked out as he felt his ribs being compressed. Any attempt to struggle would only make his arms and middle sting from being roughly held down. The more the butler squeezed, Ciel found it harder to breathe. His breaths were small, just barely circulating through him. “S-Seba..” he attempted to get out, barely making his words audible. Bastard.