Chapter One: Attempt Escape
"Naraku, let me go! I don't want this anymore dammit!" A short busty feisty blue eyed women screamed. She stood looking up at the dark haired man holding her arm. They were in a big house full of nice expensive things. He had given her everything any women could possibly want, yet she wanted to leave and all because he couldn't love her. The word love didn't exist in his vocabulary. It was a useless emotion that only got you into sticky situations, so why couldn't he just let her leave.
"You are not going anywhere. You belong to me you whore," he spat into her face. His red eyes were lit with a fire that challenged hell itself. Power and tension swarmed around the room in thick ways making her want to choke.
"My body is not your toy! I'm not some trophy for you to flaunt! Let me the fuck go!" Her small fist connected with his jaw and he let go from pure shock. The door burst open as she ran from the house wanting nothing but freedom. She felt dirty, she always felt dirty. The lawn was slick with dew and her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she heard his car start up. This is where the chase began, where her life crumbled to the ground.
~~~ 1 week later~~~
Her heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor of the airport. Out of the country she wouldn't have to look over her shoulder for him. No longer would worry and fear knot at her stomach and make her sick. No longer would sleep avoid her. She was leaving. A simple flight and a new last name and social security number, that should guarantee her freedom. A normal life could be lived by her and that was what she wanted most. With what dignity she had left, she bought a plan ticket for the United States.
The chairs in the airport were uncomfortable yet that could not distract her from looking over her shoulder every few seconds to scan the place for him. He haunted her like a ghost would haunt a house, but a few thousand miles should fix that. Repressing all the hurtful memories would help too. Just erasing him should be enough, yet a feeling in her gut told her that the chase would never be over. She had been his favorite. The one he treasured and spoiled most. The long days she had spent laying around his home in the attire that he approved of which consisted of nothing more than lingerie. She was the one he shared his bed with. Her. Out of all 20 women that he claimed and kept in his home he chose her.
"Flight 247 to New York is boarding now." With that she stands and walks over to the person who takes her ticket with a smile. "Enjoy your flight miss."
"I'm sure I will." With a slow smile that spreads across her face she boards the plan hoping this will buy her enough time to live.