She felt his thick fingers wrap around her ankle as he drug her from out underneath the bed where she had tried to hide. Why she hadn't picked a new spot was beyond her, but it was the only space she knew. The only thing she could think of when she was given 25 seconds to hide. Thrashing the female began to kick her free leg at her captor trying her hardest to break free, to crawl back under her bed. To hide. To die. Digging her nails into the wooded floor she listened to the screeching noise as the top layer was peeled back again adding more marks to the area. Why did this have to happen? What had she done wrong?

She felt the weight of the other press against her lower back as they lowered themselves to sit upon her. Feeling the tears well in her eyes she tried everything she could to keep them from falling she knew the punishment would be worse if she cried. If she screamed. She already knew it would be worse, she had tried to break free and that was a no-no. The cool metal found her back again as a deep throaty chuckle filled the room. "Found you."

A scream passed her lips as she felt the metal dig into her skin, a searing pain creeping after the knife following it's path as it dug down her back. The free hand wove its way into her hair as it ripped her head upwards only to smash it towards the floor again. "What did I tell you!?" The knife found its way into her back again and again digging deeper each time she screamed. Her will broke as her head was smashed against the wood again, her torturer stood before smashing their foot into her back. There was no scream this time, no tears or movement. The female simply lie still, unwilling to move and be hit again.

Another laugh sounded through the room as the figure moved towards the door. "Well well, only two months in and your broken? That's no fun..." Her door closed to the sound of laughing as she lie on her floor, the hot coppery liquid trickling from the wounds she knew they would be back to clean. They couldn't let her die now could they? A small laugh passed her own lips before her hues rolled back into her head the sound of her door opening again the last thing she heard.

Her hues shot open as she yanked her head back her heart throbbing hard against her chest. "NO!" Smashing her hands forward she caught herself on the hard armor Sesshomaru wore around his chest, the demon already awake and staring at her confused state. Scrambling from his arms she felt her feet touch the ground and she took off running. She had to run! Forcing her way through the under brush she felt the twigs and branches snip at her skin, trying to slow her down, trying to get her caught. Her collar flared with a choking pain as she faltered, stumbling to the ground she crawled her way forward and back onto her feet. Slamming her way forward she gripped her neck the burning near enough to bring her to her knees again, but she couldn't fall. If she fell she would be caught, and the punishment for running was so severe.

She lunged over a fallen branch the feeling of something moving behind her so distracting the female was finding herself running into more bushes then around them, slowing her own body down. Tears crawled to her hues as a lump formed itself in her throat. She didn't want to go back, she didn't want to be caught again, she couldn't do it any more!

She felt a pressure snap around her wrist as a hand closed around her appendage preventing her from moving forward any more. Letting a scream pass her lips she tugged as hard as she could, unable to turn back and see who had caught her. Unable to turn and see the face of the being that was going to kill her. Screaming again she felt the hot tears break from her eyes, splashing against her face unceremoniously she ripped at her arm again the force holding her strong as ever. "I'll go back 'm sorry!" She squirmed her way again a quick flash back and all she could see was the face of the man who had caught her from way back when. "NO! Please! I didn't mean to! I don't wanna die!"

She felt the hand pull back on her arm tipping her backwards and into the body of her captor. Quickly the hand released her arm only to wrap around her back allowing the female to thrash and scream in their grip. Slamming her hands against the chest she began to shake her head, trying not only to show her dislike of her current state but to rid her face of the salty mixture streaming from her eyes. She didn't know what was going to happen, would the male kill her as he had done so many others? Or would he spare the poor female and accept her apology? Lock her up again and resume what ever cruel thing he had in mind?

"Stop."

She felt a cool blast run from the tip of her head to her toes as she halted her movements, her hands frozen where they had hit seconds before. Slowly twisting her head back her ebony locks fell free bringing her Lord into her vision, she felt the blood rush to her cheeks to meet the tears dripping down her skin. She felt her chest pick up its pace as the tears resumed, this time no longer of fear but of relief. How could she have mistaken her Lord for any one else? How could she have believed she was still back then. She had escaped so long ago, she had been freed of that torture so long ago...

Unwrapping his arm from around the female he took a step back watching as she scrubbed her face free of the tears that continued to pour. How disgusting, she wound up crying like a pup from something as simple as a bad dream? Scowling mentally he watched as she began to hiccup the loss of air to her lungs causing a disgustingly human trait to slip from her lips. Before he could comprehend what he was doing his arm had cranked back to smash against the female's face in a rather harsh slap.

The female went tumbling to the floor her hues shut tight as she brought both her hands to the side of her face. Separating her hues if only by a bit the female let a saddened laugh pass her lips. The demon lord took a step back caught off guard by her strange reaction. If she hadn't fallen quiet he would have expected more tears from the female, yet here she was picking herself back up and laughing!

Brushing the dust from herself Setsuna let a sad smile creep onto her lips before placing her hand on her cheek again. "My deepest apologies my Lord." Falling to her knees she bent her body over to bow to the male. Snapping his hand down he wrapped it around the female's hair, ripping her to her feet his golden orbs bore into her white ones. "Once we reach my home. You will explain." Releasing her hair she dropped to her feet wobbling a bit before she nodded her head. "Of course my Lord." Smiling she dipped her body once again before following him back into the camp.

Her speech was something that bothered the male, most of the times she was so refined and woman like. Yet there would be times when she was scared or upset her finer demeanor would slip into a harsh butcher of her language, much like how his half-brother spoke. Listening to the female trod along behind him he knew there were many mysteries the female harbored inside. Who was she really? What had happened in her past? The two questions that rung in his head the most surfaced again as he saw the female move towards a crying Rin, quieting the female with soft words. How had she gotten here? He was under the assumption that only his half-brother and that wench were able to move in and out of the well. Yet here she was stumbling through time to fall into his life.

Why did he care? Grunting he began to move again a bitter taste filling his mouth. Why did he care? There was nothing special about this female compared to other ningen. Yet there in his hollowed chest something was slowly lighting and he did not care for it. His young ward went laughing past him running as fast as her small legs could carry followed shortly by the female plaguing his thoughts. She had only her keikogi and hakama on, donned on her back her quiver and arrow sat yet her muneate was nowhere to be found. Dismissing the thought he realized the didn't care about that. If she chose to leave the item behind he had no intention of reminding her. She would be found new clothes when they arrived back home any way. There was no way Rin's keeper would wear priestess robes, the demoness' around his home would tear her to shreds.

Frowning he tumbled the thought again, there was the care of the female again. He really shouldn't care whether the female was torn asunder by his kind or not. It would be her own fault if she said something to them that caused them to do such a thing. No, no, he couldn't have her dying. As much as the thought of her off his hands pleased him it also drove something within him insane. When had the thought of not having her with them caused such turmoil? Mentally laughing at his own mental instability the male continued to press forward. If they continued at this pace they would without a doubt reach is home by night fall.