The smell of incense permeated the room. Ciel was lying on a bed. His eyes were closed as if he was in a deep sleep. He was not wearing any clothes and various silver needles protruded from his body, especially on his head.
If you looked closely, you would also notice two black earbuds that were tucked into his ears. They were connected to a stereo and were playing some white noise.
(A/N: When a certain T.V or Radio channel is out of service, or currently offline it produces a static sound. That is what you call a white noise.)
A delicate hand moved deftly as it inserted another silver needle into Ciel's head with ease. The young boy didn't stir nor made a sound as more needles pierced his skin. The lady who was administering these silver needles had a look of concentration on her face.
Even so, her eyes carried affection and a little bit of obsession. Time passed as she continued to administer her silver needles to the sleeping boy whose fate was completely in her control.
