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Alois could see the fear in Ciel’s eyes the moment he’d ripped the eye patch from his face. And yet, he was still attempting to call for Sebastian! The blonde was just about to comment on how useless his feeble cries would be once his seal was gone, when suddenly the boy went limp in Claude’s arms. Alois scoffed.

“Claude! I told you to hold him, not suffocate him!” he chided, tossing Ciel’s eyepatch on the floor and stamping his foot, “Honestly. Can’t you do anything right?” His eyes narrowed at the demon whose grip on Ciel had since loosened. What fun was Ciel to him in this state? “I want you to take Phantomhive up to my quarters. And when you’re done with that, go find that dog, Sebastian and tail him. Keep him occupied. If you can manage that.” Claude simply replied with a bow and the words, “Yes, your highness.” before shifting the boy in his arms and carrying him off to another part of the manor.

What a pain. Alois thought, following his butler through the estate and up to his bedroom. “Just put him down there and get going,” he ordered, motioning to his bed with a wave of his hand. He’d have his fun yet.

He felt himself being carried. The up and down motions nearly made him sick. It was a swift walk. Steady and able. Was Sebastian finally there? He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, and his entire body felt so weak. It was like his being fell asleep but his mind was awake. He felt paralyzed. Words echoed around him, but they were jumbled and he couldn’t put together what they meant. He heard Alois’ voice, and he would cringe if he could. The demon holding him was not his own. It was Claude Faustus, the Spider. Ciel wished he could move, and thrash out of his grip. But the oxygen was still finding its way around him once again - finally free of the tight grip from before. His chest still ached, but not enough to arouse him from his daze. Colors danced behind his lids, though he was too exhausted to follow them. He felt himself drop onto a soft surface, and his breathing slowed. He couldn’t stop himself from surrendering to complete unconsciousness.

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Alois. Claude. Sebastian. Trancy manor. Captured. The thoughts hit him like a bullet to the head, resulting in him scrambling upright. Beads of sweat formed at his temples and his hairline. He released himself from his stupor as soon as he realized he could, his breath caught in his throat as if he had a nightmare. 

Though he wasn’t quite that lucky - his nightmare was reality. He quickly remembered that his eye patch was taken off of him, feeling the burning of the contract against his once blue eye. “Sebastian!” he called, seconds feeling like minutes as they passed. Nothing - not even a response. His hands gripped the warm sheets tightly, quickly coming to terms that they weren’t his. The thought made him shiver.