[Closed] They Said That Hell's Not Hot

[earl_ciel]

WHO: Ciel Phantomhive (earl_ciel), Sebastian (blackestate), and Shira (cut_em_open)
WHAT: Butler is doing some cleaning.
WHERE: Somewhere seedy where twelve year-olds shouldn't be.
WHEN: Day 127, after Shira's post.

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[blackestate]

The limbs and upper body done, Sebastian could afford to take his time with the lower pelvic region-the bones there were, in his opinion, the most peculiarly shaped and, when damaged, would affect Shira’s sitting posture. That wouldn’t do, so to make the matter easier, he simply kicked Shira off his stool and onto the ground. With the body stretched out, lying on the stomach, Sebastian had more direct access to the pelvic bones. It would have been quickest to simply crush the structures beneath his now-darkened boots, but Sebastian was not one for sloppy work and, frankly, he seldom had as free rein as this to show off his skills in all their practiced glory.

He bent down, long, ungloved fingers pressing delicately against the man’s filthy garb, seeking out with devastating accuracy the locations of the bones he wanted. Inhuman strength concentrated in a single digit, Sebastian carried out his work with a clinical eye, his words like injections, and he occasionally pressed too hard and broke skin, leaving circles of profuse bleeding and bared bone on Shira’s body, the marks symmetrical about the spinal cord, which by now was no longer a solid line but more like a rough guideline as to where the center of the man’s body would be.

"Before I leave you, Mr. Shira, I humbly impart upon you one last piece of wisdom I’ve gathered-one you would do well to commit to memory. There is more than one way to devastate a lady’s heart, as I’m sure you know," Sebastian said as he finished, turning the lower half of Shira’s body onto its "back."

"And the damage caused by this last sort of ‘bone,’ to a lady, can prove most devastating of all."

.................judging from the man’s scream, he would remember this lesson well.