Was Ciel Phantomhive Sexually Assaulted Novels & Stories

Declan pulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry, little one. I didn’t see it was you.” He kissed my head. “I’m so sorry, please.” I nodded, still clinging to him. Cyrus groaned on the floor. “Sir, we’ll have to call the police,” the concierge warned again. “That won’t be necessary,” a voice echoed through the lobby. “Mr. Legrand,” the man replied. “This man,” Pierre said, pointing at Cyrus, “was just released from custody. He was caught in the act attempting to sexually assault Miss Cullen.” He pointed at me, and I felt my face burn with shame.

"You could have saved us. They only wanted territory. They never planned to hurt the baby. All you had to do was answer the phone." Caelum's legs gave out. He dropped to the floor, hands over his face, shoulders heaving. Vivienne reached for him. He shoved her away without looking. She stumbled backward and hit the wall. For a second she just stood there, stunned. In all the years she had known these two men, neither of them had ever pushed her away. Not once. I glanced at her, then turned to Dorian. "That exile attack case you're handling—the one with the suspects in custody. Want to guess who the victim was?"

ARIA The sky could have fallen from the heavens and I wouldn't be aware. I was trapped in a twirling vortex of Caspian’s words and I had no way to get out of it. His eyes were fixed on mine, holding on for dear life. I bit my lip, wondering how this could even be possible. “That can't be right.” I whispered, as though I was scared of breaking the silence and realizing that it was in fact right. How come I'd never found out that Talia was raped? When had this happened?

“Devon, the news—” He rushed to the centre of the living area, grabbed the remote, and flipped on the big screen. The screen lit up to the face of a stern-looking female newscaster. The ticker at the bottom rolled fast. But it was her words that froze me. “Breaking news this morning from the Upper West Sector of Halberton Heights. Here in Astria. Reports of an abduction incident inside this quiet neighbourhood. Sources confirm the individual taken is one Jimmie Portland, a known personal assistant to the First Lady. Neighbours claim he was seen being carried unconscious into a black unmarked van by three individuals in suits. Two guards on the scene have been found dead. Blood trails confirm

My hand was covering the part as if it was gonna ease the pain. My leg is kicked from behind, forcing a cry out of me. I'm on one knee, arms hold me arms back and I can't even use them again. Another slap, followed by a bunch in my stomach is thrown and I immediately yelp. The leg connects with stomach as Miranda continues her assault. Punching, kicking, slapping, pinching- everything you can imagine with pain written all over my body. It was Sika's and by the first bunch, my vision was already getting blurry

And just recently as I was on my way to the mining site where raw materials were transported from for the newest construction project, something surprised me. It was the news… “We have confirmed the name of the woman who’s pregnant of the sole successor of the young billionaire, Rhio Zel Cantheliz. According to our sources, her name is Jasmin Masadra. She was the commoner who was previously reported as the fiancé of Derick Brundon, the Vice President of Cryzastic Corps.” The signal suddenly died. I knew the flight crews purposely turned it off. And they refused to take me back to the country. The flight rerouted and took me back overseas.

"My name is Megan Wright. I am making a public report accusing Daniel Whitmore, a professor at Hawthorne University in Springvale City, of raping me. I also indict Vivian Whitmore, Marketing Director of Vanguard Group, of violently assaulting me and illegally confining me..." They adjusted their emotions and filmed several takes in a row, finally choosing the one they were most satisfied with and posting it online. Not long after, I opened my phone. Just like in my previous life, the internet erupted with overwhelming discussion. Sophie's efficiency was exactly as expected. In less than an hour, the post had already surpassed ten thousand engagements. There were thousands of comments underne

Vanessa Vale just got publicly humiliated. [Isn’t this hilarious? Navia Harrison exposed Liam Crawford cheating before, and now she’s doing the same thing herself?] [Come on, it’s Marcus Morgan. With his status, of course she’d cling to him for support.] [She’s probably already climbed into his bed by now.] The messages only became more vicious from there. “I’ll try reaching out to people I know and get the rumors suppressed,” Joanna Quinn said. “A hacker should be able to trace the anonymous IP addresses too…”

I help up the blue file. “That’s the English you will read from now on.” I groaned, trying to read the report again. This is not English. How am I going to survive? By the time I reached my apartment, I was tired and hungry. My demons followed me everywhere. The nightmares are still there. I woke up feeling the man in a black suit above me, covered in his blood and saying one thing again and again, 'You killed me.' When I walked into the office the next day, Dahlia greeted me with a smile. "Did you see the news? Every article is screaming about Ashley's power of abuse towards her assistants. Yesterday her I* account was hacked it seems. Since then, a lot has happened."

I said. "Turn on the news. Now. Now, Mila." He exclaimed, and I ran out of my bedroom and outside to the living room. I grabbed the remote by the television and turned it on. It was already on a news channel and my eyes went wide as I saw the headline. CEO Cradle Robber Damien Wilson's abuse of power and corruption of young and underage female employees. "Oh my god." I gasped in complete shock. All the photos of us were leaked. All of them. Every single one of them. Those fuckers lied to me.