{A/N: Alright! So, before I start with this part, I wanna warn people it's pretty graphic. Even so, I wouldn't expressly call it explicit. I don't really like to write highly crass things, with vulgar terms and such when referring to certain interactions, and going forward, I'll be more averse to it as well. I took down some older stories that had elements of that, or I tried to, but some of my works on here might still contain it depending on who's reading. Eh. Whatever. I try to be a bit more subtle about it now. (And those definitely were the nicer kind, with normal love and sex and all that other obviously sinful nonsense my church forbade me from doing when I was an active member in my younger days).

Anywayyyyy back to this story, for anyone who may have a history with some sort of assault, be it sexual and/or another form of abuse, etc., please be aware that there are elements herein that are of a more violent sexual nature. I want to be sure I don't trigger anyone. Given the second person format, I'll just put this disclaimer here in case, as I did in previous Author's Notes. I've directly copied a part of this chapter from an older one, "Mission," but I've edited parts of it to fit the present, as before it was foreshadowing, not really happening. Okay, not to give it all away, please "enjoy" this section! It'll get better from here, that's for sure!}

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It was dark when you woke up. The trees around you were thick, impenetrable, though you knew you couldn't be that far from The Midford Estate. You were aware of where you'd been taken. This all was happening too fast. You thought you'd have more time! A part of you wanted to believe the prayers you'd professed the night before would be unwarranted, that something like this wouldn't ever really happen, yet here you were, as the nightmare Ciel had painted unfolded in vibrant, paralysing colour.

They stood around each other, having fun after what they'd done. How could they do such a thing? You couldn't imagine how anyone, let alone a large number of noble-born adults could find such sick pleasure in harming people so young. You never wanted to have to face a situation that could make you question your faith, not after the last person to touch you had been pure evil. Still, these men seemed somehow even more diabolical, much worse than him.

"She's the one we really want. Her old man was in the way, don't you think?" One man spit on the ground before grimacing. "That father of hers really did a number on us, eh?"

"Nah." The man beside him coughed, disagreeing in spirit. He was beaten up just as badly, but he denied it. "We're fine. We messed him up worse, don't you think?" They both spit blood as the laughed with those around them. "The Lion?" He faked a roar. "Oh I'm real scared. How ferocious was he?"

"Not very." The two men both relaxed a little. They stood out as obvious extroverts. No one else was speaking. Instead they watched in fascinated silence. To an outsider, it would appear that they were putting on a show, but no part of this would be entertaining outside their cult, their macabre theatre. "He put up a fight, but he's old. All it took was a couple of kicks to well, you know, and all three good pumps he's got left in there- BAM!- no more ladies for you, my good sir." You saw the man mockingly bow, extending his arms before twirling an imaginary hat.

"It's not like he'd ever be with anyone at his age. He used to be right handsome but he sure fattened up like a big old hog didn't he? He should've picked a boar for his family crest rather than what he did!" As he cackled, the man held his gut, protruding well over the waistline of his trousers.

"His daughter isn't bad." The man panted, turning to you, wagging his tongue. "I'd sure like to show her what pork is good for." Hot, panicked tears streamed down your face.

"She'll fight back, ya know." The other man eagerly agreed, and you could do nothing but watch on in terrified silence as you saw something you'd seen before, but never like this. You saw the effects, what it did to women just like you, only without the faculties to escape, but you never wanted to observe the act itself. The man moved his hands to the area below his belt, preparing for an obscene gesture, one in which was forcing himself on a child. On you. You screamed, his hands holding you down, but he hadn't gone and done it all the way yet. Why was he holding back? What would make him do that? You realised why, even more horrified. He wanted to draw it out. This was worse! This was your worst nightmare! You weren't going to let him have it the way he wanted, and thanks to what you'd heard before, you were able to rob him of at least some of his satisfaction. You didn't respond with the words he expected. You wouldn't call for help like a child. You'd be as brave and dignified as you could.

"Father! Why did they do this to you? Please help me! They took you from me, but I know you're there! Help me, father! I know you can!"

He had you, and you knew he'd been dreaming of this day, for how long you couldn't be sure. "You like that, don't you, you fuckin' cub? Yeah. It's okay. Your daddy isn't here to see us. You're mine now." His taunts turned to threats. "You dishonoured your family just by existing. I'm going to show you how to serve the crown just like your mother did. You're my little cunting princess now, aren't ya?"

The other man moved forward, his aims realised, having the girl he'd been hunting in his clutches. The backs of the others around him concealed what they were doing from anyone who may have been watching, but you could see everything. You could easily see their faces. Some of them were wearing masks, but the two directly above you were unobscured. They were right here, leering at you gluttonously, but you recognised none of them. No one you knew had revealed himself, and you couldn't be sure if any of the masked men were identifiable either. You wondered if the Viscount really was involved at all, but you didn't prioritise that. You saw them. It was enough. The two alone were more than despicable. All of them were. "Yeah, we'll show you why the ripper always gets his way. Dead or alive, you'll be torn to shreds, just like we ripped your precious father."

"Get her to eat it."

"OI. That's sick, mate."

"Do it! Isn't that why we kept any of him? I'm not into trophies." The man tossed a package to the other. "Don't make fun of my aim. I did get you that, didn't I?"

"I never said I wanted to keep it!" The other man turned back. You were still there, and you swore at him, less threatening than you'd ever been before. "Shut up, {Y/N}." He pet your head, and it reminded you of what seemed like a far off memory, one you hated to admit you missed terribly. "You're gonna eat crow, ya hear? You're an animal, just like your pappy was, all right sweetie? Open up."

The man held what could have been straight out of the pages of a horror novel, still covered in blood, before wiping it against his cheek, and a small screech came from the man still on his haunches, as splatter of wet meat fell to the ground.

"EEHKKK!"

The other man laughed and others chimed in, and the sound of a few slaps on backs were heard, like doing this made them better friends. "I ain't a cannibal. That's below me. Sure I'll fuck her ass. I'll stick my prick in her corpse. She's as human as I am. I won't eat my own kind like some kinda savage." He pointed at the ground.

"Lookie there, kiddo. Eat your meat, or you won't get your puddin'."

"Is that?" the other man still holding the air cackled. "That's a blackbird!" He laughed even more, kneeling closer over you. "Let's mince it in her pie."

You prepared yourself for the inevitable, and remained determined to remain faithful. If God had led you to this, he would shepard you through it. You would die before you would forsake him. You thought of you father, and silently prayed, before silence was impossible.

The two showmen started mocking screams, repeating each plea maniacally, savagely, one after the other, as those surrounding them fully concealed their actions, cheering them on. Watching. Enjoying the show. They'd done this before, but this time, they still were holding back. You hadn't felt it yet. All you could feel was scratching, like they were afraid to lose the suspense. Then you felt their scratching stop, and before you could hold back, before they could finish, you screamed at the top of your lungs. It distracted them, but only for a moment. You felt pain. Horrible, awful, the worst pain you'd ever felt. You smelled salt mix with iron, sweat, and blood as one black feather after another fell to the ground.

Please God!
Help me!
Save me!
Aren't you there?
Please!
Father!
Help me!
Send me an angel!
A saint!
I don't care!
Send whoever!
Just make this stop!
I don't want them to do this!
It doesn't matter anymore!
I just wish this would stop!
I can't take it anymore!
God! God! Please! God!
If you can hear me, please help!
I trust you!
I need you!
I don't care! I don't care who you send!
Someone! Come for me!
Stop them! Stop them!

I don't care who you are anymore! I trust you! I wish you'd come KILL these men! God! It hurts! I don't want this to happen!

I can't take it! I need a way out! I need it NOW! I wish for this to end! I don't care anymore! Nothing else matters! I take back what I said before! I trust you! Do you hear me? I trust you! Come find me!

"No ones coming for you, {F/N, L/N.}. Trust us."

"Yeah, now eat crow, pig." They laughed, not knowing anyone could see the vulgarity of their actions. They were worse than he could have even imagined.

Screams echoed through the woods, but they weren't yours. You felt the pain subside, as larger, darker feathers filled the air, the midnight blue glow in the trees filled with black smoke, almost every speck of air around you was stained. A gleaming violet haze almost blinded you. It was the only light you'd seen in the endless darkness. A laugh which should have terrified you, one which you should have recognised at once as evil, the victorious merriment of the devil, comforted you, and more than that, it had saved you. You were going to be okay! You were happy he had come for you, and in that moment, you didn't care about what he was, only that he was here.

You recognised the voice at once as it spoke, the men around you horrified; one feebly attempted to invoke the name of The Lord, at which you actually, even in your state, laughed.

"My apologies, gentleman, for interrupting your party, but this girl you've kidnapped is not yours to possess." Even though you were in no place to judge the manner in which anyone would accentuate any part of a sentence, you were certain he emphasised possession intentionally. One man howled in pain as the bloody foot of the blackbird landed by your face, still shoved down in the dirt. "Additionally," more screams filled the air and another foot hit the ground, before an explosion of bloody feathers sent the remainder of the pitiful creature flying. "I don't appreciate jokes concerning crows. I'll be the only-"

You felt a hand cover your mouth. You struggled against the man holding you, as the glow faded, and the former darkness closed in upon you. A very human laugh made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. A sinister growl followed by a shout indicative of despair was the last thing you heard before a knife slashed across your stomach, the hand on your mouth closing around your throat.