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Kagome almost gagged as she was lead to the basement cells. The smell of rotting flesh and sewage filled the air making it hard to breath. The manacles on her wrists clanged together as she held her hands up to her nose trying to block out the putrid smell. The guards yanked at the chain around her neck making her walk faster. At last they reached her cell…her home…as they called it. The guards unlatched the door and threw her inside, chaining her to the wall, then locking the barred door.
"I was told she couldn't be broken in…yet."
Kagome flinched in terror at the sound of his voice. It sounded like nails on a chalk board. She inched her way back away from the door trying to get as far away as possible.
"No sir. She's quite a difficult one…"
"Open the door." The door slowly creaked open and a man walked in. He was tall and skinny, his dark black hair stuck to his head. Dripping with grease and sweat. His lips turned in a displeased way.
Kagome shrunk back even further, looking in fear at the coiled, black whip he held in his hands. He took a step closer and then another, until he was right in front of her. Kagome stared at his boots, trembling. He lifted his whip and placed it under her chin, bringing her head up to face him.
"Do you know who I am?"
"You're the trainer." Kagome said through trembling lips.
"Correct." He said in a sharp voice. "Do you know what you are?"
"A slave."
"Correct again. Do you know what your purpose in life is?"
Kagome said nothing.
"Since you are dumb, I will explain it for you in simple terms. Your purpose is to please your master. You do not speak back. You do not act on your own free will. Do you understand, my pet?" He brushed his fingers on the side of her face. Kagome glared at him with a look that could kill and spat in his face. The trainer roared in rage lashing out with his whip. Kagome cried out in pain, curling into a ball trying to block out the pain. By the time he was finished, Kagome's back was covered in blood.
"I will be back tomorrow…to continue your lesion."
He closed the door behind him with a clang leaving Kagome on the floor sobbing.
…
Inu Yasha walked down the grand hall to his father's study. He did not know why his father had asked for him and he didn't give a crap either. He knew whatever it was it wasn't good.
He stepped onto the plush, red carpet that entered his father's study. His father was sitting his desk at the edge of the room.
"You may come in." He beckoned. "I was thinking it may be time to have this talk."
Inu Yasha started to get nervous. The last time his father had said that, he had sprang on him that he was to be the heir. He scowled, this was not going to end up good.
"I think its about time you found yourself a slave. You know I would like grandchildren…."
Inu Yasha's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Wait! You're telling me to get a mistress?" He yelled. He scrunched his nose in disgust. "NO WAY."
His father stared angrily at him. "You will get a slave or I will pick out one for you! Now get into the car now! OR SO HELP ME I WILL BEAT YOU OVER MY KNEE AGAIN! Are we clear!"
"Yes father." Inu Yasha grumbled. As he went out the door muttering, unknowledgeable curse words under his breath.
The limo was parked right outside the door. His father had it all planned out. Inu Yasha stomped angrily to the car and jumped in through the window. Startling the poor driver.
"Im guessing my father already told you where to take me." Inu Yasha growled. The driver nodded nervously.
"Well get going! I want to get this over with!"
The driver hurriedly started up the limo and they went on their way.
Twenty minutes later…
Inu Yasha stepped out of the car and froze, a blush spreading across his face. He turned around to face the driver. "Why the hell are we in the red light district?"
"T-this is where your father told me to take you." He stammered. "The s-store is right around the corner, w-with the red sign."
Inu Yasha glared at the frightened driver and stormed off in the way he directed. He soon found the store. It indeed had a sign posted on the front of the store saying 'CHEEP GIRLS FOR SALE, BUY ONE GET ONE FREE.' Inu Yasha looked at the sign in disgust and walked in through the door. As he entered, the first thing he saw was a desk with a fat, balding man picking his nails. Inu Yasha coughed, getting the man's attention.
"Hey, if you got no money, scram. We aint a charity here." He grumbled without looking up.
Inu Yasha narrowed his eyes, coughing again. This time the man looked up. His eyes widened as he saw the fine silks Inu Yasha was wearing, as well as the family crest around his neck.
"Oh! Fine sir! What can we get for you today?" He jumped out of his chair, fumbling around for his keys.
"I'm looking for a slave..."
"We have just the selection for you! If you will come this way, please." The man ushered him through the large doors into a long corridor. A putrid smell blasted into Inu Yasha. He gagged, covering his nose. As soon as he was able to bear the scent he looked around. Cages lined the walls. Each held a girl. The bald man lead him over to a particular cage. "This is our best girl." He said proudly. "She has been trained for over three years."
Inu Yasha looked at the girl. She had long blond hair that was piled onto her head, held by a pin. She wore thin strips of clothing that barely covered her. She seemed more taken care of than the rest of the girls. She wasn't grimy and her cell was clean. Her lips were painted a ruby red. They smiled at him, seductively, leaning forward. He grimaced and moved on.
Inu Yasha couldn't count how many girls he passed by. He was not interested in any of them until he came upon a girl in a secluded cage, far from the others. She was huddled up in the corner. She looked wearily at him. He glanced curiously at her. She turned her face away.
The bald man rushed over to him.
'Who is she?"
The bald man glanced scornfully at the girl huddled in the corner. "Oh, that's the new arrival; she got here a few months ago. She's a nasty little thing, no one can train her. Now there are some experienced girls over here…"
"I'll take her."
"Monika is a good choice….wait…what?"
"I'll take that girl."
"B-but she hasn't even been trained yet!"
"I don't care. I'll take her."