Whilst being hunted down by the most dangerous of species, like a desperate freedom-loving bird in a stray feline’s grasp, Ciel was resolute to withstand his demon’s predacious habits to the bitter end. Yet very little chance to escape this poor lamb had in front of the wolf who bared his pointed teeth at the sight of his prey. The boy acknowledged that he had no way to escape his executioner and all of his petty attempts to do so won’t help much, nevertheless it was his obstinate nature and violent temper the treacherous devil had to deal with first.  

                                      ❝ I am not your toy. ❞

Ciel growled in return, struggling to push away the beast in human’s mask who’s breath was already scorching his skin. Still it was nothing else, but his SOUL this demon wanted and this diabolic asshole was merely searching for a convenient moment to bite off a piece. The boy won’t grant that bastard such a luxury.

The dead end was presaged with the cold wall behind his back — nowhere else to recede; there is only impenetrable blackness growing thicker every second with a heartful promise of dire consequences IF he will succumb to his monster’s filthy desires. With demon’s fangs against his porcelain skin, Ciel was at the verge of panic and maddening bliss. He shuddered, awing each toxic touch with his eyes closed, exhaling shakily. His pale fingers crumpled butler’s clothes in worthless resistance.

                      ❝ Stop… Stop it this instant.

                                           I don’t want to play these games with you. ❞