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Ciel walked into the manor that has recently been suspected of human trafficking, as well as being a brothel.
"Welcome to the party, say hi to everybody"
The owner of the manor showed signs of distress seeing the earl of Phantomhive walk through his doors, knowing if word gets out about his sales, his entries enterprise will fall to shambles. but its a bit too late for that, he doesn't know this yet however...
"Hello! Lord Phantomhive! I see you have a keen eye for entertainment!" The elderly man relaxed a bit, not seeing anyone come with the earl. Coming to the conclusion that the earl is indeed here for entertainment purposes and trying to keep it on the down low, despite being a minor.
"Mmm..." the earl hummed in acknowledgement, the respect for this old man flew out of the window when he walked through the manor doors, seeing women sitting on men's laps, dancing on stages, wrapping themselves around poles, some more happy to do so than others.
The earl moved to a seat, it wasn't as comfortable as the ones at his manor but knows now's not the time to be picky. The elder man from before seemed to be rushing around, disappearing for a moment behind doors, only to reveal himself through the same doors later but this time, a young teenage girl at the elders heels, dressed provokingly but having cuffs around her wrist with a choker around her neck, it had a metal piece in the front and It looked like the skin under it was a bit red, the man hands her an alcoholic drink and ushers her to the earl of Phantomhive.
"Paid for by martini but they're sippin on Bacardi. Body's more than just the flesh you can sell it for success."
She hands Ciel the drink with shaky hands, the shackles looked heavy. Ciel turned his head to the door, watching disgusting men walk out, with a leash in their hand and a sickening smile on their face. Girls tears falling from their eyes like they were drowning in their sorrow. Some were fighting back, only for the men holding their leashes to press a button on the handle, the girls freeze and scream, falling to the floor in pain and losing hope for their escape, reminding them they'll never be free again.
"What's your price? What's your address? We can finish at my place."
The women on poles are dancing with shaky moves, men wolf whistling at them and laughing, throwing money that the women aren't allowed to pick up. Some men taunting them and attempting to allure them with their riches, shouting
"Come with me sweetheart! I could take ya all over the world! And I can make ya see 'eaven!" The monsters laugh as women are brought to tears while some seem to be motivated, this is sick.
"Ever been to Bali? I really need some sun.
Such a shame bout that tsunami, I'll have to go to Cali.
I can get you dressed, wrap your body in excess.
Give them something to obsess over. "
You were grabbed by the man known as the dealer. the asshole who runs this entire thing; shoving you to stand next to a pole, tears pricking your eyes. Despite the fact you were basically a slave and a kid, Ciel felt drawn to you. Maybe because you were one of the youngest here? He definitely thought you were attractive that he couldn't deny, however he felt horrible for your situation.
You grasped at your neck as volts went through you, this was your punishment for standing still for too long. Its cruel and degrading; not something a lady with a pure heart should ever go through.
" you'll love it when I give it to you leave you wanting more.
I know your addictions attention, let's start the show.
Is it everything and more that you were hoping for? "
You stabilised yourself, grabbing on the pole and started circling it, posing suggestively, moving your legs in ways that you were taught to bring customers in. Spread them, but don't show anything costly. Make them pay for it.
Money was thrusting at you, as well as degrading complements and insults. You were the main star on stage, men of all ages we ogling a teenagers ripe body, unblemished, tight...
You saw in the corner of your eye, the old man that's the head of this joint glare at you. You gulped in fear, hearing the words behind his glare.
" show us something we ain't never seen before. "
You pulled yourself up onto the pole, going upside down while spinning, using your legs to do flips, you were drowning the men below you in sights they're now drooling like rabid dogs over. One thought was going through your mind. Survive. If you don't get attention, you're killed.
" SMASH YOUR COMPATITION, BABY!
SHOW US SOME GOOD ENTERTAINMENT!"
Money is being hurled at your feet, men running up to the man who owns your life, trying to strike deals but all inevitable, you're price was something only the highest noble could have. Close to royalty. Men looked defeated, but the man who owns you looked at you with an evil grin at the cash you're not allowed to touch.
" victory's your only payment... "
Men started shouting and moaning your name as they started pleasuring themselves to your dance, tears were pouring down your face as ciel himself watched in horror.
" Gladiator! gladiator!~~ "
(the song is done now)
You wanted to scream. Cry. Beg. But no avail. You were never going to get out of this.. he owned your life after all. you kept dancing, you were panting now as you movements sped up along to the beat of the music in the background. you weren't the only one, women who were fighting for there lives were trying to catch up to you, trying to match your moves, energy, agility and try entrance customers so they wont be killed off for low popularity, but they're either too injured or too old, they're not as agile as a teenager.
some men were hypnotised and only focused on you, some were looking at the other women, some where trying to get up on stage and touch you, you just had to let them. your eyes drifted to the door, noticing some customers leaving, you recall them being interested in you, now suddenly they left.
'shit no no nono NONONO-'
your body jolted, men cheered as your body twitched, seemingly mimicking an orgasm, in reality, you just got shocked with 100 volts. you screamed and men took that as encouragement, your tears falling down your face and the audience loved it, all eyes were on you as you were being electrocuted through that damn collar. the music calmed for a minute, providing you a split second to breath, your chest heaving as tears still slid down your cheeks, your hope slowly diminishing at this disgusting display.
as you took a deep breath, your eyes made contact with the boy from earlier, he seemed pissed. oh god, if he leaves because of my bad serving skills, he'll beat me, the dealer... he wont stop this time to save any cash that comes from my body...
he was walking away....HE WAS WALKING AWAY!... your eyes widened in horror of another customer loss, you'll be punished!
wait... he's walking to the dealer...why...why is that old man smiling like that...?
the dealers eyes turned to me with an evil glint making me fearful...oh this is going to hurt... crap no please...god help me! I cant!
the man storms up to you and roughly grabs your shoulder, that boy! he must have complained to the dealer about me! nonono! please god save me!
the man is aggressively dragging you by the shoulders to the table that the boy is sat at, is he....giving me the chance to repent? I CAN APOLOGIZE?! I might not get beaten!
you were sat next to the blue haired boy with no complaints, maybe you could make him flustered and forgive you?! this could save your ass!
the man started to whisper in your ear, "keep him. he's good. and don't you dare.." his growling sent a shiver down your spine, tears pricked your eyes at the threat. normally you wouldn't cry at such simple words, but that was his warning of your life or your death.
the dealer walked off, limping his way to one of the more busty older women and grabbed them by the arm, dragging her into a room with him that you've seen so many times, only for her to cry and beg, attempting to escape her impending doom. you watched this, fear and concern filling your body, not for yourself but for the poor woman, she was his favourite.
you snapped back to the earl you were meant to be entertaining today, he did request you then showing he wanted you. he wasn't reporting you, he was requesting you! he was very cute now that your panic subsided. no body could request you now as your schedule is full with this kid. must come from money.
"H-Hello sir, may i inquire as to what your name is?.." your voice was quiet in a place like this, that might have been because of the crying but who cares, tears come later, survival first.
"i am earl Ciel Phantomhive. the owner of the Funtom company. i requested you to do nothing but give me information." the boy said lowly, trying to keep his motives on the down low to everyone but you.
Ciel Phantomhive?....Ciel Phantomhive?! the queens guard dog!
you've never been one to believe in a thing such as hope but here you were, seeing a halo around the young earl sat before you.
this was the worst spot to discuss how to discard this old man known as the dealer.
you gently placed your hand on his that was reaching for his teacup. you shook your head to say don't. he looked at you with a glare of "How fucking dare you touch me." while he was deciding to curse you out nonverbally, you flicked your eyes to the teacup he was reaching for and back to his eye that was not covered by an eyepatch, shaking your head once more.
his eyes flickered with recognition and they widened, darting to the cup that was peacefully in front of him, without your hint, he never knew his Ceylon tea would have been laced with something.
you pick up the cup and sneakily tip it in the plant pot with a fake plant in it, to give the impression the earl drank it. you made eye contact with the earl once more, sceptically looking around to see if anyone was watching.
shit. someone was.
the dealer came back and he was smiling evilly at your situation.
'ah shit. that could work' you think to yourself.
time to put that mask back on.
your eyes turned into false seductiveness. while maintaining your innocent iconic Ness that you're known for. you pushed yourself off of the chair you were sat uncomfortably on, moving slowly and 'alluringly' towards the bluenette. he looked confused at your sudden change in behaviour from skittish and shy to seductive? he couldn't lie to himself, you were stunning, he could tell lots of other men otherwise referred to as customers were eyeing you up and some were eyeing up your price tag on the board of girls available. sick.
a blush dusted itself onto Ciel's cheeks as you continued approaching him, he couldn't tell if it was fake but he was here for work, he couldn't take advantage of a supposed hostage. he thought to himself this way and shook his head as if to rid him of these thoughts.
you finished your approach and with that, you bent over to be face to face with Ciel, his face was pink and he looked away bashfully because he's never been fucking seduced before.
you smirk at this but you try to get back to the task at hand. you sit on the boy's lap, he was gradually turning more flushed however that all flew out of the window as you leaned into his ear and started whispering, afterwards licking his ear very obviously to show to the dealer you were doing your work, nothing else.
all that was heard in the background was men screaming your stage name which repulsed you... you were under the age of consent for fuck's sake.
"HOW MUCH FOR ONE NIGHT WITH THE GLADIATOR?!"
"I'LL BUY 'ER!"
"GLADIATOR FOR A NIGHT!"
can't those pigs just keep their traps shut?!
suddenly, the earl's eyes widen and he pushes you gently off him, gesturing for you to get off of him, he starts coughing, which turns into hacking, evolving to gagging and him falling off of his chair, you immediately rush to his side and glance at the dealer who looks pissed, waving you away, leaving the earl in your care.
you wrap an arm around the earls waist and make him wrap an arm around your neck to hoist him up, making him able to walk/stumble.
you walk/drag him to your assigned room, the coughing still being consistent with the gagging sounding more wet, as though vile was creeping up his throat.
as soon as the door shuts when you enter the room: all coughing ceases, the gagging stops and the earl looks at you bored.
"I- I didn't take you for such an incredible actor my lord...." you said with an impressed tone, a smile gracing your lips.
the earl sat on the bed with a thump, springing up and down, testing the elasticity with a done expression. whilst you looked at him slightly bewildered, he just looked at you nonchalant,
"you asked my to put on a show. i needed to act ill. i played the part, simple as that. now what did you want to tell me so desperately in a secluded place. ill ask about what was in my tea afterwards." he looked at you, looming forwards with a serious face.
you took a deep breath and locked to door.
"every woman in this facility is a captured slave. we were all victims of kidnappings, some from other countries. again, there are different types of products. American dreamers, spicey Latinas, cherry blossoms, union girls, and the other categories. we're all separated by looks, ethnicity, and race. human trafficking; the documents are in the Dealer's draw-"
"The Dealer's?" you were pressed.
"the leader of this whole shebang. The master, the ruler, you name it. he calls the shots. he makes to orders.
take him down and this place will vanish. there'll be no more fresh meat as the only reason they're coming in is by blackmail only he knows. the people he's getting these 'products' from are being forced for survival.
he keeps everyone under his nail with either fear, pain, beatings, or this fucking collar!"
just as you say that, you start to pull at the collar, trying to get it off despite it being the millionth fruitless attempt.
"stop that!" the earl shouts as he see's the electrical burns underneath the collar that were shown by your struggle.
"if you do manage to take it off, it will most likely send not only a notification to the owner but also shock you with a paralysing amount of electricity at least!" he said sternly.
well, he wasn't fucking wrong. you got it off once during a beating, but the dealer was so caught up in punishing you he didn't hear the quiet alarm in his pocket, emanating from the controller.
"*ahem* what was in my tea?"
you leaned against the door that was now locked so if someone came looking for the pair of you, it would be a hopeless search.
" most likely either an aphrodisiac such as Red ginseng or a deathly poison such as arsenic, which is what I'm guessing it was because of the reaction it had with the fake plant, it had a chemical reaction.
The immediate symptoms of acute arsenic poisoning include vomiting, abdominal pain, and diarrhoea. Not to fucking mention these are followed by numbness and tingling of the extremities, muscle cramping, and death, in extreme cases.
that's why I told you to act like you had food poisoning"
" *sigh* what else do you need to know earl?"
"do you want to work at my manor when I set you free from these binds?" he asked quietly, almost in a whisper.
you stood by the door shocked, tears pricked your eyes at the thought of freedom. a second chance even!
the more you looked at the boy in shock, the more you noticed a blush dust his cheeks, his eyes kept flicking back to you then looking away once more, only to do this repeatedly.
screams were heard on the other side of the door, screams that sounded like they were laced with fear and terror, the epiphany of fright. sounds of something ripping and sounds of liquid spilling everywhere. these screams sounded like screams of pussies. like the screams of men.
you jumped away from the door in horror as the cacophony of screams echoed throughout the room, meanwhile, the earl was just sat on the bed looking up at the ceiling in wonder.
"do you have an answer?" he said bashfully.
"HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU ASK THAT WHEN IS SOUNDS LIKE A WAR IS GOING ON OUT THERE?!" you shouted with a shaky voice, turning to face the door and backing away from it.
your feet hit the bed and you fell down to sit next to ciel. he turned to you with a small fake smile,
"that's just my butler taking care of the aftermath of a closed case. nothing to be frightened of." he gently placed his hand atop yours in a soothing gesture, your body wasn't shaking as much knowing that you were apparently on the winning side.
silence passed as both of you sat on the bed, the earl's grasp on your hand tightened whenever you flinched at a few particularly loud screams of pain, soon enough, the noises subsided and all that was left was the sounds of running of soft feet, like women patting the ground, women heaving and slamming the front door open, the sound of their escape.
for the first time that night, a genuine smile graced your face, and Ciel the same, only because you showed you were able to recover.
"yes."
"pardon?" Ciel asked confused at your sudden vocalisation.
"my answer to your question"
you turned to face him with a soft smile, you leaned forward to his face and the earl leaned back as his face went red, you managed to reach him though. you pecked his cheek softly.
"is yes..."
you forgot that the earl was still holding your hand, your face then turned red as he interlocked your fingers together and placed his forehead against yours.
"you can be my footwoman." he says with a chuckle.
so you'd be with him every day, everywhere and all the time.
two teenagers with each other constantly who are each other's type of interest. what could possibly go wrong? That was the beginning of a very prosperous relationship