Warning: This chapter contains themes of sexual assault and pedophilia. Please be advised that in the 19th century, relationships between older individuals and those significantly younger were often normalized in society. Don't say I didn't warn you...
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With each step Sebastian took, the ground seemed to tremble beneath him as he made his way back to the dukedom. His palms were slick with sweat as he clutched his suit, looking pale as a corpse, gasping for air, feeling his chest tightening with every breath, as if a weight were pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Huff…! Ha…! Fuck!"
He cursed, stopping in his tracks when his eyes caught the fiery ruby, luxurious car parked in front of the grand gate of the duchy. Sebastian gulped, feeling every strand of his hair suddenly stand on end, as a throbbing pain pulsed in his head, making him feel like a nightmare was about to hunt him.
"Argh! Great, just when I thought I'd escaped it!"
Sebastian spoke sarcastically as he felt his head splitting in half.
"Greetings, my lord!"
The servants greeted, swiftly bowing their heads as they rushed off on their feet, panic vividly written on their faces as soon as he took a step inside the duchy. Their hands were full of various items: a plate full of desserts, hot brewed tea, jewelry, and boxes as they ran back and forth at the flight of the stairs.
Sebastian gulped as he felt a sudden lump in his throat.
I never expected a guest to arrive at the duchy without any prior notice.
Who could it be?
He curiously thought, loosening his tie as he made his way back to his room, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of sunlight streaming from a vacant room three floors below him.
"It's been a while since your last visit; I'm so glad you could come!"
Genuinely spoke by the Duchess.
Although her voice was slightly muffled from a distance, Sebastian knew she was truly delighted to see her guest. Yet, with each step he took closer, his heart pounded in his chest, as if a voice in his head urged him to flee.
"I've heard about the loss of your husband…"
The Duchess paused, gently taking the hand of the woman seated before her.
"I'm sorry for your loss."
The Duchess mourned, gently rubbing the Marchioness's hand with her soft touch. She was clad in a somber black dress and a veil, reflecting the deep sorrow from the sudden death of her husband, the Marquess.
*Sniff!*
"It's hard, but I'm trying..."
The Marchioness replied, dabbing at the tears on her cheeks with a white handkerchief that has been prepared in her hand.
"Hush…! You may remain here in the duchy for as long as you want…"
As Sebastian drew closer to the room, the voices inside grew clearer, echoing alongside the quickening beat of his heart.
"You're such a nice friend, Estella."
Sebastian froze on his feet, his eyes widening in shock as he felt sick to his stomach like a swarm of bees were stinging his insides, making his skin crawl.
"BLECH!"
He immediately covered his mouth as he felt a dry, forceful heaviness retching inside him.
"ACK!-BLECH!"
Sebastian staggered as he tried to flee from the scene, but with every step he took, the subtle tone of her voice haunted him, followed by the bold, blood-stained covering her lips, as the corner of her mouth lifted in a lopsided grin, revealing the mole below her lips, calling out his name.
Bastain… Sebastian… Pft-Ha… kekeke.
He heard her cackle as his vision gradually blurred.
"Shit! Fuck! ARGH...!-DAMN IT!"
A string of curses escaped his lips as he struggled to clutch the pill bottle in his hand, creating a continuous rattling sound of marbles as it fell to the polished ground.
Though he swore on his pride that he would never take the medicine recommended by his psychiatrist, Sebastian swallowed his own words just to silence the cunning voices that trying to devour his mind.
"Huff…! HA!"
What the hell?!
I must be going crazy! HA!-It can't be! It can't be real!
A swirl of thoughts filled his head, his lips quivering as he bit them while he hurriedly removed his tie and quickly unbuttoning his white polo, revealing the thick band of muscles lining the walls of his abdomen, tattooed with scars and stitches from the war.
It must be just voices, an illusion...! It was all just illusion created by my mind!
Sebastian then collapsed on his bed, creating a muffled, forceful thud as he lifted his arms to cover his eyes, drifting off to sleep, unaware that the medicine he took had already taken effect on his body.
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Silence swallowed the room, as a 10-year-old Sebastian was engrossed in his own world, scratching a pen on the pile of papers on the table. His hands were trembling with every move, and his fingers were rolled up with plaster bandages as he was trying to ignore the sharp throbbing pain like needles prickling his calf that had been severely battered by his tutor.
*Creak~*
"I don't have time for cookies, Mary."
He politely declined as he heard the door to his room slightly open.
*Click!*
Sebastian then paused, turning his head to look at the head maid when he unexpectedly met a lady who looked almost like she was above twenty, with wavy styled hair cascading like rich mahogany. Her eyes stared deep into him, an amber eyes like fox that put Sebastian on edge, clenching his pen as his deep blue eyes flickered with uncertainty.
"Mary, I sai— Who are you?"
"I suppose you are not aware lady, but you can't just enter anyone's room without permission—"
He flinched, nearly jolting out of his seat when her fingers slid down his face, only to be swatted away instinctively by Sebastian.
"Pfft!"
She giggled, making him frown.
"You are indeed as pretty as the rumors said, just like Rosmound…"
His gaze pierced her, looking rather uninterested.
"Addressing my father, the Duke, without his title is a grave disrespect."
Sebastian paused.
"You could be punished."
Though his voice was firm as he said it, the marchioness just smiled—a cunning smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth, making Sebastian grip the pen tightly in his hand.
Boldly, she stepped closer to him, as if she had no care for the threats he had just uttered, gradually gliding her hands over the bandages pasted on Sebastian's hand.
"It looks like you've had a hard time with your studies..."
Her voice was a sultry whisper, sending a shiver prickling down his spine, like icy fingers tracing the nape of his neck.
"I-It wasn't that hard."
Right now, the distance between them was gone, as the marchioness's hand slid slowly onto his shoulder, her fingers curling around him with a possessive grip.
"It must be so~ boring~"
She whispered, her words curling around him like smoke, binding him to his seat.
"I... I don't think you understand! I-I actually enjoyed studying! I just go-got punished because I missed one question on the test!"
As she heard him stutter, a sly grin spread across her face. It was clear he was trying to avoid her gaze, staring down at the pile of papers while his heart raced like a train, feeling a painful knot forming in his stomach.
"Tell me, what's the point of learning if you have to know all the answers before it's even taught?"
She sighed dramatically, then flopped down beside him.
"Want to do something fun?"
She then rested her cheek on her palm, staring into Sebastian's face with predatory eyes, as if she had just captured her prey in her hands.
"No, I still have—MMPHH!"
Before Sebastian could even protest, he was immediately silenced by her mouth, his pupils dilating as he felt her tongue play inside him.
"MMPHHHHHH!"
Though Sebastian tried to push her away, the tight grip on his face and the gradual loss of his breath weakened him. He felt powerless, like a defenseless child; the only thing he could do was wrinkle her dress with his pleas, his heart pounding in his chest and blurring his sight as he heard the squelching sound coming from his own mouth.
"HAA…!"
The way she swirled her tongue inside him lasted for minutes that felt like unending torture. And just as he was about to lose consciousness, Sebastian felt the marchioness suck his tongue, followed by the sudden sharp but brief prick of an ant bite on his neck. He saw her grin like a devil as she seductively licked her lips, leaving a stain of red lipstick like roses on Sebastian's lips before placing the injection on the table.
This is a drug!
Sebastian began to panic. He couldn't breathe, either because of the drug or from the fear circulating in his body, leaving him with darkened features and widened eyes in disgust as he broke into a cold sweat, unable to scream or even move his body.
"Don't worry, this would make you feel good~"
All Sebastian knew was that she was now on top of him naked while he tightly gripped the blanket with his hands. Tears soaked his cheeks, escaping through his eyes, feverish as his breath felt warm—the same warmth he felt below his manhood that was trapped inside the marchioness.
S-stop it!… No more, please… G-god, please make it stop… I-I'm scared…!
Only muffled cries and groans escaped his lips as the drug paralyzed his body, watching in horror as the marchioness moved above him, bouncing, while her breasts shook vividly on her chest, moaning nonstop as she enjoyed how she claimed his body.
"UGH….! HAA! UHM!"
Please s-stop…!
"Ugh…! Haah…! AAH!"
"Good! Uhmm…! It feels so good, my lord…! Ugh~"
The marchioness's moans came in quick succession as she continued to thrust her body against the lower part of Sebastian. He was exhausted and petrified, no longer aware of what time it was. The only thing he knew was that he would never escape her amber eyes that would haunt him forever in the dark...
"HUFF! HA….! Fuck!"
Sebastian gasped as he struggled to catch his breath upon waking from his nightmare, making his body stiffen as soon as he opened his eyes, revealing the marchioness, who was wearing a thin nightgown that showed a pair of her breasts, sitting on top of him.
"DAMN IT! YOU—"
Without hesitation, Sebastian immediately pushed her to the floor. She barely kissed the ground before he grabbed the revolver from beneath his pillow. His hands shook with rage as he pointed it at her.
"Dare to touch me with those filthy hands again, and I'll show you the gates of hell!"
Sebastian warned, his voice filled with wrath, making the marquess tremble in fear.
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Author's Note: Sebastian was only ten years old when he was sexually assaulted by the marchioness, who was 24 years old at the time.
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