Chapter One
She heard the sound of screaming. Her head throbbed with the high pitched wails escaping from their mouths. So . . . desperate, she thought. She knew what was going on, what was going to happen, but still she did not scream, no utterance of any words.
The wooden doors slammed open revealing two guards. In their hands, guns were held tightly, gripping so hard with fear. She knew they were frightened of her and she had to take advantage over that. They slowly walked toward her, their boots clanking against the stone floor. Over the screaming, she could still hear the sound of the water dripping from the leaking ceilings.
She lifted her head, gazing at the guards with amusement. They think they can have me, she growled. They think they can use me. She laughed casually, looking into the second guards eyes. "Why if it isn't my favorite little soldier."
"Don't talk!" he yelled, his eyes ablaze with fear. She knew they had forced him to do this, she knew he didn't want to.
"Why are you so angry, my sweet?" she was playing with him. "What are you going to do to me?"
He looked at her with hunger. She knew that she was beautiful and he wanted her desperately but he was also afraid of her, afraid of her rejection. Over the days, she had enticed him to set her free, saying of all of the fun that they could have together outside of these prison walls. The words had burnt into his head, so deep, that he was willing to kill just for her.
"Remember what she is." said the first guard. "Remember what the Master told us about her kind."
"Shut the hell up!" she screamed. The second guard's attention shifted back to her. She loved the attention, she fed off of attention.
The sound of heavy footsteps came running into the room. "Kenta-chan! They've escaped!"
Kenta glanced at the second guard with alarm but began to run out of the room, "Stay here and watch her!"
She knew this was the perfect time to move in and seduce the guard. Her kind tended to have ways with men, that ordinary girls dreamed of every day. The guard stared at her intently, licking his lips. He took a step forward and glanced back over his shoulder.
"It's okay." she said in a soothing voice. "I won't hurt you, I want you."
He dropped his gun on the floor and walked to her. She stared into his eyes. What a girl has to go through to get free, she thought. He leaned in and gently placed his lips against hers, getting used to the cool feeling. He shut his eyes and began to kiss her harder. She knew she had to do this. His hand groped her side, pulling her toward him. Her chains shook against the cement wall. The guard's tongue shoved into her mouth. She had had enough.
She yanked her arms free from the wall, breaking the shackles. They shattered to the floor. She shoved him across the room. He looked at her in horror as she made her way toward him. "Hitori . . ." he began. He started to back up into the wall.
"Why are you running away, love?" she asked, a sly smile spread across her porcelain face. Her kimono started to slide down her shoulder. "I won't hurt you. Remember?"
She flung herself at him, knocking his head against the wall. He slid to the floor and lay unconscious. "Oh, I do like my meals awake, but beggars can't be choosers." She sat in his lap. Pushing back his hair from his neck, she gently licked his skin, before biting into the what used to be second guardsman.
