Hey guys okay so new story but the first chapter is very short yes i know anyways read on and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment:)

And I just stare at him. His silver locks of hair around his rough fragile pale face, his bloodthirsty lips, his muscular chest moving slower with each second going by.

He hates it when I stare.

It makes me feel stronger.

The way he is staring down at me with nothing left inside.

The way he always stared down at me like I was weaker but he was wrong.

A person, or better yet a demon can't do much if their chained against the wall, especially if the chains are powerful chains that drain your energy or most importantly your life.

He didn't say that everything would be alright, all he did was stare once or twice and look away again waiting and counting down.

But that was before he came in. He came and attacked me and pushed me up against the very same wall that he is chained to now.

I screamed, pleaded, for a split second I prayed that maybe, just maybe if I looked at him than I would see a sign of hope, trust, freedom, hurt or love.

Yet he just looked away and counted down until I would stop screaming and whimpering.

Unlike other demons my screams to him were heart throbbing and painful, numbing he once told me.

Time was not slowing down.

With each thrust he put upon my body it felt as though it was never ending.

I would not blame him though.

A demon with such crimson red eyes, and long, black hair with no heart would not surrender, he would continue until his mission was done, and his mission was pleasure.

I felt it though, blood.

Everywhere.

My tears and my begging mixed with it.

I did not say or move after he left me and chained him up against the wall.

With the clanking of the doors he was finally gone.

It was just the two of us alone again.

Lying in my own pool of blood naked I shivered.

I knew he may have thought about breaking free and hugging me, but he himself knew that was impossible.

It felt as though days had passed, months, maybe even years before I had the courage and energy to stand up but he and I knew it was only minutes.

Oh how the minutes felt like eternity.

And now I just stare at him, naked hopeless lost.

I fear to touch his soft skin but It is I who is staring down at him now.

I take a small sigh and breathe in for the first time since we arrived.

All I smell is blood.

The floor is covered with my blood and previous blood.

I wonder if Sango was kept here as well.

I wonder if any one of them ended up here like he and I did.

He.

I have not called his name in days.

Maybe the small tight windowless room is making me forget everything.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and look at him again.

I want to smile but my lips are pinned my cheeks not letting me move them.

The gap between us I make it smaller.

I know he is awake yet he does not move if as though he is acknowledging me to come closer.

I press my naked body up against his.

And I just stare at him.