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FOUR

The "chains".

What is it, you ask?

A room where darkness isolates you from society as you remain tied…to cold, metal chains.

Escape?

No. You can't.

I have seen many women enter that room, fear gripping them in a tight embrace. They don't come out the same. They never come out the same. Shock expressed on their white porcelain-like faces simply portrays its failure.

My dark eyes stared at Sango's inexpressive face as I felt cold hands grip my wrists. My head slowly turned to look at the man behind me, his mouth forming a small smirk. His hands purposely skinned my back as he tied the stiff robe. The slight movement I made brought more men inside to hold me down. I could feel his disgusting grin widen while he roughly placed the metal cuffs.

The women were quiet for the first time as they watched me pass by their dark dungeons. They knew I was different. They knew I was being taken to that room. They knew.

I stopped walking.

No.

I wasn't a puppet. I had no master. And I wasn't going to cooperate.

The guards turned to me with an irritated look on their hideous faces. Their hands enclosed my own as they tried to pull me. Unfortunately for them, my kicking only made it more difficult. Three more men were forced to hold my legs as the rest held my body. I wasn't going to be chained without a fight.

I bucked.

I screamed.

I tried.

I lost.

It was obvious who had the advantage for my body wasn't made to fight 5 armed men.

We entered the prison and I shivered when I felt the metal enclose my heated body. I yelped as I felt it was wrapped around my wrists. They were badly bruised and cut by the damn cuffs and the sweat that dripped down my arms made it sting.

Tears of disappointment strolled down my dirty face only to be soaked by the filthy cloth surrounding my frail body. I heard the heavy door close tight.

'No escape.'

The word 'hate' flowed through my mind. Yes. Hate.

I hated him. God how I hated him.

It was his fault. All of it.

"I hate you," I whispered in a shaky voice, trembling as I felt the vicious feeling flow through my body creating an unwanted sensation.

I didn't want emotion to control me…I had to let it out.

"I HATE YOU," I yelled.

An amused chuckle erupted from a deep throat. My gaze didn't need to meet the owner's. It wasn't necessary.

I closed my wet eye as I heard the slow steps make there way towards me, each one sounding like heavy bombs dropping upon the floor. The air inhaled deep within his lungs sounding like waves crushing upon the sand. Once he stood in front of me, the sounds stop. It was quiet.

He slowly kneeled in front of me, yet my eyes remained in the same position. I could feel his hot breath boil my skin but my eyes dared not open.

His hand came up slowly to brush away my hair from my face in a gentle motion. Almost too gentle. His other hand wiped the tears smudged on my cold cheeks.

My eyes slowly opened only to be melted by amber. They weren't the same anymore…his eyes. They were darker now…more than ever. They once were filled with passion and are now only filled with lust and rage.

The grin plastered on his face…it intimidated me. I stared at the deadly fang that peeked out of its dark cave before staring up at his eyes. The grin on his face expanded and my eyes widened.

His rough hands quickly grabbed my head and pulled it forwards, hard, rough lips crushing my own. His tongue pulled mine into his warm cavern, forcing it to graze his fangs. He moaned while I whimpered in pain as the taste of blood filled our mouths.

I was able to push him off me with the limited movement I was allowed to make, retrieving my abused tongue.

"Don't touch me," I hissed.

The smile on his face mocked me and I hated it.

"Stop playing, Kagome."

I turned my face, averting his gaze.

"Leave me alone," I whispered.

"Don't act like you don't miss me. I know you still yearn for me," he smirked.

Before I could turn to answer him, he had left…vanished. My cold fingers slowly skimmed my lips in a circular motion. I couldn't be crazy. The blood was still there and I could still feel his hot breathing on my face. That alone was proof enough. I wasn't crazy.

Slowly my eyelids shadowed my own eyes, blocking me from reality into a deep slumber. I only wished that I had dreamt of a sweet memory. But I hadn't.

I dreamt of him. Again.

Inuyasha had recently passed away. It was after his funeral when I had decided to leave the house…to leave the memories…and as selfish as it may have sounded; to leave him. I wanted to get rid of the awful pain on my chest.

I moved to a new city, where I was able to work as a photographer. Although I was improving slowly, I still went to see a therapist. Kikyo had been recommended by one of the workers and it was her who I had gone to see. She thought I was getting better but something deep down told me otherwise.

I needed someone in my life. That is when I met Hojo. Although he didn't complete me like Inuyasha had, I dated him. I even thought I was beginning to love him. And it was one specific night, after my date with Hojo, when I started hearing his voice whispering my name.

Terrified?

Yes. I was.

I desperately went to Kikyo the next day and I told her what had happened. She acted like she knew what was happening but I knew she didn't believe me. The only person that I had confided in had rejected me.

I returned to work and went home. Depressed, rejected, and alone; that was all I felt. I didn't want to speak to anyone, especially Hojo. I couldn't. I merely crawled into bed and hugged my pillow, hoping to let sleep claim me.

Again, I heard his voice and I yelled in frustration. He appeared in front of me and told me I had betrayed him…forgotten him…traded him for Hojo. He came up to me and with one of his claws he scraped my cheek.

'Your mine'

Those were the words he whispered to me that night before he disappeared.

I visited Kikyo the next day and showed her the proof. She said I was suicidal and sent me here, where I am now…in this pathetic insane asylum.

The voice of men woke me up. The door to the chains was opened, slowly. My chains rattled as I tried to sit up.

"You have a visitor," one of the men commented.

A tall figure walked into the room.

"Hello Kagome."

The voice was what gave her away.

"Kikyo," I spitted.

A/N: Sorry that took awhile.. jeje.. i've had a lot of stuff going on this week. Too many tests man. I blame the school. Anyways.. I hope you guys liked it.. If you didnt like it, I dont mind.. your comments can correct me ;)

God bless man!