Chapter 2

Kurama finished prepping the unconscious woman who he set on his bed and in his opinion she looked better than any demoness that he's seen but her hair was too short that would be taken care soon enough. He leaned over and licked her unscarred cheek but there was no reaction from her. He made a face of confusion no woman he met slept that hard like how this woman was. He turned to leave when he heard a quiet moan come from the woman and he turned to see the woman sit up letting the blanket covering her fall.

Licking his lips as he let his eyes wonder her slender body that was covered in black leather. Her plump breasts were secured in a black leather tube top and a short black maid skirt that was attached to the top in the back. As if sensing his stare she tensed and swiftly turned her head to stare at him wide eyed as she instinctively covered herself back up with the blanket. Kurama was very curious about her because she held no fear in her eyes of him only surprise and curiosity and when she opened her mouth it surprised him even more.

"You're a demon…and those things that attacked me were also demons…right?"

With a smile he answered, "That's right and how would you know that?"

"It's well known Japanese history."

Kurama's ear twitched when he heard nervousness in her voice, "And…?"

"And what?" her eyes slightly hardened at his question.

With a smirk he crawled on the bed until he was right over her body which forced her to lie back down on the bed and slowly began to shake. He licked her neck and she cringed back into the pillows under her. "What's your name?"

"Na-Natashi…Natashi Manasha…"

"Well Natashi, you belong to me and my friend now," as he licked up to her ear. "That means you're our servant and…slave."

Suddenly she screeched making him cringe in pain and Natashi took the opportunity to dash across the room. "I'm no one's slave."

"Damn it!" Kurama held his fox ears in pain but then turned his glare at the woman in the corner. "Looks like you need training."

His gold eyes widened in shock when Natashi began to shake uncontrollable as tears threaten to fall from her eyes. Slowly he crawled towards her and when he reached to touch her cheek she flinched away. Gently cupping her cheek he lifted up face looking at her curiously. He saw fear, controlled distraught, and anger and suddenly he realized why she was so defensive.

"Who did this to you?"

"What does it matter?! You won't let go back to my old home…not like I belonged there anyways."

Seeing that she wouldn't tell he said, "You're training will start tomorrow," before living the room.

Natashi watched him leave and wrapped her arms around her legs trying to make herself shrink away from her new life. "Why me? Why is it always me?"