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“Aw, what’s the matter, Ciel? Is my butler too strong for you?” the blonde snickered, watching the boy struggle for air. “I warned you that this game was going to be difficult. I thought you said you could handle it.” Alois new full well that, if he ordered it, his butler could easily crush the bluenette’s ribs. He wondered if such a move would be too much for Ciel’s body to handle. He didn’t want to kill the boy. At least not at the moment.

As he contemplated all of this, the strangled sound of Ciel’s voice met his ears. The sound was so faint he could barely hear it at all, but with only a glance at the boy, he noticed the earl’s lips were moving. “Oh? What’s that? Do you have something to say? Speak up! I can’t hear you.”

If Ciel could speak properly, he’d say that this wasn’t a challenge at all. Though he felt like his ribs were very close to breaking. Damn demons. If his arms weren’t also victim to the squeeze, he could probably thrash around more to get enough air in to call for his own butler. At the moment it only came out in muffled whispers mixed with the small amount of air the bluenette was taking in. “..stian.. Se.. bast..ian…”

His eyes closed then, and he left himself limp. Admittedly, it hurt less not to struggle. He tried to concentrate on breathing in and out. The grip was very strong though. Even when he wasn’t forcing himself away, the sting still circulated through his middle and sides. He would be completely safe if he could only call his demon servant to him. “… Seba… Sebas–!!” as soon as he almost called his full name, the Trancy butler squeezed him harder. He opened his eyes, only to find the floor and his feet dangling above it. I can’t lose. I won’t.