Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction of Inuyasha which belongs to the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi. I make no profit out of this and could only hope that the fans of Sesshomaru/Rin pairing enjoy it with me and hope for their reviews, good or bad, but polite. Thank you.
A/N: This story is rated MA. It includes explicit scenes about sex, violence, and profanity. Please only read what you are allowed to read per your age. Thank you.
Chapter 1: Rin Broken
The door was locked from the outside. The room was dark, and dreadful silence stifled the air which reeked of the smell of urine and feces exacerbated by the constant 95F temperature.
Rin sat in that room, in that darkness, by herself. The only other human that she saw was the man who came around once a day to toss in some stale bread and a bottle of water that tasted like sewage. He always opened the door about 5 inches wide and only for a brief second, long enough to throw Rin the food.
The two had not exchanged any words.
It had been a week.
A man came into the room. He blindfolded Rin. and without warning grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her across the concrete floor. Rin cried silently and begged him to let her walk, but he was oblivious to her cry and continued to drag her down a long concrete hallway.
Rin held back her flock of hair that was in the man's hand as an attempt to lessen the pain to very little effect. She scrambled to get on her feet to run along with him, but her weak legs would intermittently give out as she continued to try to get back on them. So, she was dragged when she failed and running to keep up when she was on her feet toward her unknown destination.
The man shoved her onto the floor when they got there. She fell hard on the concrete as the door slammed shut. She reached up to undo the blindfold but her hands were grabbed by a set of strong hands.
"Stay put," a male voice commanded her with a deep growl.
"Little bitch," said a woman's with a tone as sweet as a nightingale in Rin's mother tongue, "be a good little bitch, and your life will be better."
"Please let me go," Rin begged saying her words between sobbing. "I was contracted to come to this country as a factory worker. I don't want to be a prostitute. Please ma'am."
"Get real, bitch. That emaciated body of yours is only good for spreading your legs."
"No, please."
"Get the bitch back to her room and bring her back here when she begs for it."
After the sentence was completed, Rin was immediately dragged out by her hair along the concrete hallway back to the soul crushing room that had somehow become her new residence.
Two or maybe three weeks had passed since.
Rin had stopped counting the days because it was pointless.
At the moment, Rin sat with her back against the wall with her bent knees pushing against her chest. The crippling headache and the ringing in her ears were pounding and screeching on her sanity. She created a circle around her knees with her arms and hid her face inside it.
Her eyes blurred. her body ached, her mind dulled. Her throat was dry which made the breathing process become unnatural. Her body was sticky and itchy from the sweating that had dried and had not dried, and the oil of her dirty body had stiffened the thin T-shirt which was the only piece of garment she had on.
The bread and water man finally came around. And like always, he opened the door for only a brief second.
"Please wait," Rin screamed using her last string of energy. "Please take me to the lady. Please I beg you. I'll do anything she says."
"Hmm, so you beg, hah?"
He slammed the door on her.
She started to cry without tears since all her tears had drained out some day back.
"Please," she whispered to herself, "please let me out."
A short moment later, the door opened. She was again blindfolded. But this time, she was not dragged. She was allowed to walk while the man with the strong hands gripped her neck tightly and led her toward the room where the woman had spoken to her before.
When they got there, he pushed Rin into the room instead of shoving her down.
Life was getting better already.
Her blindfold was taken off. Facing her was the woman with the nightingale voice and her rosy lips moving gently like she was a loving mother. "So, little bitch. You finally see the light." The woman chuckled. "Literally."
She approached Rin and caressed Rin's face with her long pointy polished nails. "Pretty little bitch."
She turned toward the two huge muscular guards who stood with folded arms behind her. "Get this bitch ready. Our VIP, Naraku, is difficult to please, and he only wants virgins."
The woman then turned back to Rin. "You're a virgin, aren't you? I was informed so before I bought you."
The woman laughed as she walked out of the room. "Have our house doctor to inspect her carefully before you let her serve Naraku and his expensive taste."
For the next several days. Rin was fed with nutritious food to smooth out her emaciated condition from the last few weeks. She was clothed with tight kimonos that flattered her voluptuous body. She was taught how to walk, talk, even how to laugh. Most importantly, she was made to watch videos on how to perform her duties as an escort.
The day had finally come.
She had to demonstrate the skills taught to her to the last details. Her walk swayed fluidly, her tone tender, her eyes dreamy, her whispers seductive. She even moaned the way they taught her to.
The day had come.
The stylist straightened Rin's hair to drape lusciously down her shoulders. The makeup artist contoured Rin's face perfectly. Her robe was specifically tailored for her body, low enough to reveal her cleavage, high enough to reveal the curves where her thighs meet her hips, and thin enough.
A dab of perfume completed the preparation.
Rin was ready - for Naraku.