Sesshomaru squealed in pain when the older woman's hand touched his slender muscular twelve-year-old body. His heart raced in his chest as her hand slunk slowly downward towards that tender misunderstood spot. She looked into his amber eyes with her icy blue ones and a sinister smile spread across her face. He didn't understand what she was doing to him or why all he knew was that it really, really hurt.
"I want my mother. Why can't I see my mother?" he whimpered as tears flowed into his eyes.
"You can't see your mother because you've been a very naughty boy today Sesshomaru and naughty boys get nothing but pain" she said haughtily.
He cried out as she dug her claws deeply into the flesh of his chest and thigh. She brought out her claws slowly then and licked the fresh warm blood off of them. Laughing quietly she tied the boys hands and feet together and hung him upside down in a deep, smelly, dank old closet.
He hung crying softly as he tried desperately to untangle his feet from the ropes that bound him. The closet door flew open and she stepped in red faced from rage or alcohol. She struck him hard in the rib with her foot savoring the enjoyable cracking sound and his soft whimper. With a flowing ease she then smacked him in the stomach slicing it down the center. He cried out in pain and she smiled evilly her eyes glinting in the light.
She took out an old but jagged and sharp piece of electrical wiring and began berating him with it, until his face and body were all bloody and bruised. She lit his velvety silver gray hair on fire and watched the red and orange flames snake their way up his head. He looked at her desperately hoping she would stop the pain soon as felt the burning sensation on his scalp she leaned forward vomited on his face and passed out onto the floor.
He quickly dunked his head into the sink and moaned softly, trying to ignore the pain in all the parts of his small body. He felt sick to his stomach and weak but he knew that it would hopefully pass soon. He hated her so much but she was his caregiver after all and his mother believed her over him. His mother never seemed to have time for him now that his father had a mistress. A human mistress whom his father had gotten pregnant from their stupid gross affair. His father claimed that he loved her and what he did was out of love for her. Sesshomaru seriously doubted that more than likely he just wanted to spread his seed around. Now at least he'd be able to sleep if she didn't wake up. He slumped down onto his feather bed and pulled the silk blankets around himself. He soon drifted into a deep and dreamless slumber. He suddenly felt himself being lifted and stuffed into something. He opened his eyes and all he could see was brown cloth with light poking through. He struggled heavily and cried not knowing what else to do. "Quit squirming you" a cruel hard voice said. He doubled his movement in a vain attempt to get away. A hand came and struck him a blow right across the face as he felt all the bones in his nose shatter on contact.
