It was a week later, and Inuyasha still hadn't heard from Kagome. She wouldn't answer his calls, texts, or emails. "What the fuck is going on with her? She can't still be mad. I mean, so what? It wasn't like I cheated on her or anything. It was just a stupid high school party…" Inuyasha growled. He could understand her being a little annoyed at him, but completely writing him off for a week? That was just mental.

If she gets this upset over something so simple, maybe I am better off without her…

But then he began thinking about the way her back curved into her high, round ass; and the way her collar bone showed delicately against her moon-white skin, before dipping down to the valley between those two perfect, velvety breasts. And the way she moaned as he came inside her mouth, like it was a treat; or how she arched her back right as her orgasm hit, and screamed out his name.

Inuyasha looked down to see all this thinking was giving him a problem. Well, Shit. This girl was like an addiction, and he knew that he would do anything to get her back into his life.

But more importantly, back into my bed...

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The room was spinning, and the colors were leaking into one another until everything looked like a murky grey. The last thing Kagome remembered was leaving the Halloween party with Bankoutsu. They were talking, and she was relating to him what had happened at the party and how much fun it had actually been. She enjoyed telling him about the torture she'd put Inuyasha through all night by flirting with Kouga. Then there was a bright light, and a loud noise, like screeching of tires.

A crash? Yes, it was a crash. Kagome remembered now. They were side hit by a transit bus that ran a red light. It collided with Bankoutsu's side. Oh no, Bankoutsu! She remembered stumbling out of the car and making her way to his side. There was so much blood…And then someone told her everything was going to be okay, wrapped their arms around her, one hand going to her mouth…And then everything went black.

The room stopped spinning, and the colors seemed to be back to normal. Kagome looked around to see that she was in a roughly ten by ten cell. The walls were painted a dull white, and the floor was uncovered cement. There was a one way mirror opposite her, against a black steel door that looked heavy and unbreakable. Too bad she didn't need to use the door to escape.

Kagome was chained up, hands and feet to the far wall. Her hands were above her head, and she realized they must have been like that for some time, because she had no feeling in them, like they had been asleep for hours. She blinked a few times, and looked to the ceiling to see a crude light hanging from it; which pretty much consisted of a light bulb dangling from a few wires and a pull string.

Where the fuck am I?

She considered teleporting now, but her curiosity got the best of her, plus she was still a bit groggy.

"Hello?! Is anybody there?!" she wanted answers, and the best way to get them seemed to be asking for them directly. Her costume was still intact, albeit a little worse for wear; but it was still on, so that was a good thing. It meant, hopefully, that she hadn't been kidnapped by a pervert or a slave trader. If she had been, she would most likely be naked and under some fat, hairy guy who paid twenty bucks to get his rocks off with a chained, drugged girl.

Aren't the people in this world just so charming?

She heard the door click from the outside, and then slowly begin to open inwards. "Hello?" asked Kagome again, but no one answered. "It's not like I can escape here, I'm all chained up. So show yourself."

A chuckle came from the other side of the door, and then a man stepped out from behind it and waltzed into the room like a million bucks. "Oh please Kagome. Treat us with a little more intelligence than that. We know exactly how you prefer to do your travelling." And then he grinned at her.

Oh shit. "The subway? Ooh, no, my friend has this wicked car. It's like riding in a cloud."

"I'm sure you would know." He crossed his arms, still smirking.

"What riding in a cloud is like? Nah, but I did go to this mattress shop once, and they assured me that all their products were just like sleeping on one. Maybe you should kidnap them."

His smirk disappeared "We know you have the ability to teleport, Kagome." He said, waiting for her reaction.

Inside, Kagome's stomach was doing flips, but outside she had the poker face of a two-time national league winner. "Well you seem to know everything about me them mister," she said ultra condescendingly, "and I don't seem to know anything about you."

"My name is Walsh. Dr. Kurtis Walsh. And I know exactly who, and what, you are Kagome. I suggest you get used to it here, for it will be your new home. Not this cell of course; you will have much nicer accommodations." Then he turned on his heel and left the cell, leaving the door open behind him.

Kagome waited for a few minutes before a large lady came in with two young, females behind her. All carrying buckets and sponges, some clothes, and the big one had a pair of scissors. Without saying a word she began cutting off Kagome's dress; while the two young girls started soaping up sponges in the bucket of soapy, warm, water. And Kagome kept her cool through all of this. That is until they started sponging off her body, and her foundation.

And the marks were uncovered.

Then she started to scream.