Regret
Chapter Two
AN: Okay, here is chapter two! Thank you everyone who reviewed!
Warning: This chapter contains some adult themes such as rape and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, I only own the idea for this story and the OC's in it.
Flashback 3 months prior…
A high-pitched bell rung as the door to the old bookstore swung open. A petite figure emerged carrying her bag full of her purchases in her left hand. Her other hand held the door open for a few minutes, as the woman's raven-colored head poked back into the small establishment. "Bye, Ayame! I'll see ya later, k?" Her soft, feminine voice wafted through the store to the fiery redhead behind the old wooden counter-top.
"Sure thing, Kagome! Come back and visit soon!" The redhead, now known as Ayame, waved to her friend dramatically, causing Kagome to giggle lowly and give a smaller wave back with her fingertips, while still holding the door ajar.
"I will!" She gave another small wave, released the door and let it swing shut behind her as she turned right and began to walk away into the chilly night.
She couldn't wait to get home and relax after her long day at work. Her fiancé, Sesshoumaru, would be gone for another week on a business trip, and she already missed him desperately. Maybe he would call tonight. With that thought, she gave a small smile and continued her way to their shared home.
Tokyo's streets were uncharacteristically vacant at this time of night, even for this specific location. Normally, there were at least a few people walking around, shopping or heading home after a long day. Thinking nothing of it the young woman, Kagome, wrapped her tan coat around her slight figure more securely and continued on her way, hugging the side of the buildings she passed in case some idiot in a car got any ideas.
She continued to walk towards her home, quickening her pace a bit as she realized the streets were still a bit too empty for her liking.
The street lamps flickered eerily, making the whole scene as surreal as some horror movie. Suddenly, one of the street lamps ahead of her flickered off and that portion of the street, plus the dark alley across from it, was plunged into darkness.
Kagome's steps faltered a bit, and then her pace quickened, almost to a jog as she approached the darkened area.
Her body was encased in the darkness, seeming to make her disappear all together. Time seemed to slow to a crawl and all noise seemed to phase out; the only thing she could hear being her own heartbeat, pounding away in her eardrums.
Harsh hands stretched out through the darkness, jerking her roughly into the alleyway. Before she could gather a breath to scream she heard something moving quickly through the air behind her head, and the last thing she saw was an all-consuming darkness.
Darkness.
That dangerous, vile darkness.
Again it surrounded her, and, again it filled her soul with an unmistakable terror; mocking her, taunting her with its presence.
Voices.
Low murmurs reached her ears; faint, but there all the same.
She couldn't quite make them out through the fogginess in her head.
She listened closer, straining her ears to try and figure out who it was and what they were saying.
'Where am I? What happened? What's going on?' Her thoughts were scattered, panicked, a foreboding feeling swelling in her chest.
She tried, weakly, to lift her hands, but felt resistance. Something, feeling sickeningly like rope, was holding her hands above her head.
She tried moving her legs, but got the same results. She realized that, to her acute horror, someone had tied them so that they were spread widely apart.
Her breathing quickened, becoming slightly panicked, as she started to struggle more desperately against her restraints.
Out of the darkness a low, menacing chuckle floated past her ears, stopping her struggles immediately.
She listened, trying to hear it again. Trying to hear anything float through this maddening silence. She realized now that all those low voices from earlier had stopped.
The low chuckle came again, this time accompanied by a low, chilling voice.
"Open your eyes, princess."
She suddenly realized that the darkness that consumed her was from her eyes being clenched shut. With rising apprehension she slowly opened them.
Blue eyes widened with fear as they surveyed their surroundings. Dark, gray walls encased her within a medium-sized room, and a large, metal door designated the only way in and out of the room.
Next, her eyes took in the people standing around her. All men, from her position she wasn't able to see how many. They stood around the room, standing or leaning against the walls, staring at her with glinting eyes, shining with something that she understood, but her scrambled brain could not distinguish and belatedly she felt the pain on the back of her skull, reminding her of the dark street and hands reaching out to grab her.
Her eyes slowly traveled to the man standing next to her prone body, and a frightened gasp escaped her trembling lips. Blue orbs clashed with crimson as she took in the man next to her. Long, onyx hair fell around a delicate, pristine face and to his lower back; a crisp, black business suit donned his muscular form. Her eyes traveled back up to meet his, taking in the menacing smirk, and glinting eyes.
It clicked. Her eyes widened in horror at what it was she saw in this man's eyes. A look that was reflected in the other mens' leering faces.
Lust.
She slowly looked down towards her body, and screamed.
She was completely naked and laid out like some smorgasbord for their viewing pleasure. Tears started to prick her eyes as she renewed her struggles.
Chuckles floated around her.
They were mocking her! Her tears turned angry and she struggled more.
Oblivious to her, the man standing next to her began to loosen his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, as his smirk grew.
The bed dipped next to her, and she stilled. She turned slowly to look at the man next to her. She took in his bare chest and undone belt with an acute terror like nothing she had ever felt.
"Stay away from me!" she screamed, trying as hard as she could to move away from him, as the men's chuckles turned into taunting laughs.
The man next to her straddled her hips quickly, and backhanded her harshly across the face. He chuckled and grabbed her chin in a bruising grip, turning her face towards him, forcing her eyes to meet his once again.
"Now, why would I want to do that, my little whore?" he sneered. He watched gleefully as tears began running down her flushed cheeks.
Letting go of her chin, he leaned over her, supporting his weight with his left hand next to her head, as his other traveled slowly towards the zipper of his pants.
She watched him, horrified as she sobbed, and continued to weakly tug at the rope holding her hands. By now blood had began oozing, slowly, from her wrists where the rope was embedded into her tender flesh. This only made him grin more madly.
The nauseating sound of a zipper being undone reached her ears, and she clenched her eyes shut. She was rewarded with another harsh slap to the face. "Keep your eyes open bitch!" Her eyes snapped open at the snarled command and were met with more of the stranger's revealed flesh.
He quickly pulled his pants and boxers down over his straining erection, pushed them down his legs, and kicked them off onto the floor. His body pushed hers down into the mattress, and she found herself struggling and having to concentrate to breathe.
His mouth descended slowly towards hers, but at the last moment she turned her head away, and he stopped, unmoving for what seemed to her like minutes, while, in reality, it was only a few seconds.
Harshly his right hand came up, and gripped her jaw, forcing her, once again, to turn towards him. His mouth landed harshly over hers, splitting her lip in the process as he kissed her. His tongue probed her pursed lips, trying to get her to open. Frustrated, his left hand came up, between their compressed bodies and grabbed her breast harshly in a grip not unlike the one he was still using on her face.
She gasped in pain, unwillingly giving him the opportunity. With a huff he swept his tongue into her mouth, exploring her cavern. At this she could feel bile rising in her throat and she gagged softly.
His left hand continued fondling her chest as her invaded her mouth. She felt his manhood get harder against her thigh, and, in a moment of panic and desperation she bit down harshly on the invading muscle in her mouth, a bitter, copper taste pooled on her tongue.
He reared back quickly, and she felt a spark of triumph. It was short lived however, as with a loud roar he fisted his hand and punched her once again on the face, this time in the eye where it would surely leave a bruise.
He sat there, kneeling above her, panting for a moment of unbearable silence, his eyes hidden behind his black bangs.
Then he began to chuckle. That unbearable, menacing, taunting sound that sent unpleasant shivers up her spine.
"Well, well, well... Sesshoumaru's little whore has some fight in her after all." Her eyes widened with terror as he said the name of her fiancé. How did he know him? "Well, we'll just have to break that out of you. Won't we, boys?" She watched in terror as the men around her moved closer, removing shirts, loosening ties and unbuttoning pants, chuckling at her all the while.
Her pleading eyes traveled up to the face of her assailant, only to be met with inhuman, glowing, red eyes and an insane smile.
She renewed her struggling fiercely as his hands reached down towards her hips. He gripped them in another bruising grip, digging in his unnaturally long nails, drawing blood. She cried out in pain as he tugged her hips upward towards his erection, bending her body in an unnatural angle due to the restraints.
Wrapping his arm around her waist to support her, he used his other hand to line up his erection with her dry, unprepared entrance. Because of her position, she was unable to struggle against his hold, her body pulled taut in the painful position.
Without warning he thrust forward, harshly, burying himself deep within her, tearing at her walls.
An inhuman-like scream escaped her throat, reverberating throughout the room. A scream filled with such pain and anguish, that Kagome almost couldn't believe it had come from her.
A deep, pleasure-filled groan came from the body on top of her, as warm blood began to pool out of her entrance. His hands released her hips as his hands came to the sides of her head to support himself. His legs shook with pleasure at the feeling of the tight heat surrounding him and the pathetic cries of his victim.
After a few seconds he pulled back out slowly, reveling in the painful cry that came from under him. He pulled out until only the tip was left in and thrust forward again harshly, inciting another painful scream from the young woman.
Thrust. Cry.
Thrust. Cry.
It continued on like that for what felt like eternity.
Eventually, her tears stopped flowing and her eyes began to dull. The man above her noticed and chuckled as he bent his head down to her ear and whispered maliciously.
"No one will ever want you now, now that I've dirtied you. Before you leave here you'll be nothing more than a dirty slut." A pause as he took in her widened eyes. "Why would someone like Sesshoumaru ever want someone of your kind?" Her eyes widened and dulled even more, until hardly any blue remained.
He chuckled again as he continued to thrust into the prone, bloody body beneath him. He could feel his release coming closer, and his thrusts became quicker and more erratic.
"My name is Naraku. Give my regards to Sesshoumaru-sama." With one last thrust and a deep groan he emptied his load into her womb.
For a few minutes he sat there, panting above her, trying to collect his composure.
Gray eyes stared upwards vacantly as he pulled himself out of her. He slowly put his pants back on and stood from the bed. He walked towards the door, opening it, and pausing.
"Do what you will with her, but leave her alive." After getting nods and murmurs of agreement he chuckled once again and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
The other eight men looked at each other slyly. Laughing they moved towards the compliant body spread out for them.
One by one they added to the filth that was left by Naraku. Some left deep scars along her body, others left bruises, while others left words that would stick in her mind for the rest of her life.
AN: Well…cough…very sorry for that, but it was essential to the story. As you know this is going to be angst so don't expect too much happy stuff, especially towards the beginning of the story. PLEASE READ& REVIEW! Again, thank you to everyone who reviewed, you keep me writing with those reviews. Love ya!