Escapade
Daemon

Kohari:For those of you who read the last chapter before I corrected my mistake, I'll go ahead and tell ya now that the dude who kidnapped Toy is named Daemon. Sorry, folks, my bad. I must not have proofread very well. lol

Note: I had wanted to wait until closer to Christmas to upload this, but I realize that: 1) you guys have been waiting for a long time to find out what happens to Toy, and 2) some of you may not have time to read this over Christmas, anyway. So, here it is. Enjoy!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE! HAVE A SAFE AND WONDERFUL CHRISTMAHANUKWANZAKAH! (Hope I spelled that right...)

Toy hung limp over Daemon's shoulder as he carried her through the dense woods. She knew better than to try to fight him while in that position. Besides, she had given up all hope. She closed her eyes, sighing occasionally, swaying with each stride and listening to his feet swishing through the dead, dry leaves that littered the forest floor.

"We're almost there, Babecakes," he announced after what seemed like an eternity, though in reality, it was probably less than half an hour. "Ah, home, sweet home." Toy glanced over her shoulder to see what had once been a glorious city, now in ruins. Even Hiei hadn't left behind that big of a mess. "Let's go, Babe." He continued on his way.

As he carried her through the city streets, Toy saw bands of demons harassing the few humans who had been left behind, sometimes robbing them for loot, other times attacking them for no apparent reason other than their existence. It only made the girl even more sad to see what a state the city was in. And depressed that she was just as helpless as those poor humans were...

She couldn't bear to see much of this. She shut her eyes once again, silently praying to just die.

Eventually, she heard Daemon's boots crunching on a gravel driveway. Out of curiosity, she looked where they were headed. It was a large, two-story house, very grand and obviously well-made. It appeared to have once belonged to a wealthy, influential person, but now belonged to Daemon. Loud dance music was blaring in the house to scream at passers-by through the smashed windows that the demons bands had probably been too lazy to care about fixing or replacing.

Toy tried to ignore the jeers that she was receiving as they was receiving as they passed through. Many of the partygoers were red in the face from alcohol, and there was trash everywhere. So much that one could hardly see what color the carpet was, but then, what could be seen was too stained to tell which color was the true one. Scantily clad seductresses were following the rhythm of the music with their hips as males of all breeds watched, refusing to take their eyes off of the attractive women.

Unfortunately, or thankfully, Toy wasn't sure which, Daemon didn't cross immediately to the stairs. He stood on a chair by the speakers, with Toy still balanced on his shoulder, grabbed a microphone and shouted insultingly at the lot to clear out. When they didn't listen, he picked up one of the speakers, still connected to the other, and threw it against a wall where a large group of partying demons were congregating. They dived out of the way as the two towers were smashed into the wall. Having gotten their attention, Daemon repeated his speech, with more curses thrown in. Getting the message, the guests grumbled, annoyed at having their fun interrupted, but left.

"There ya go, Babecakes. Look at that. We got the house all to ourselves," Daemon smiled, not caring how his innuendo had affected Toy. He climbed the stairs and threw her onto his bed. She immediately rose, with the intention of either running or resisting.

"I don't think so, Babecakes," he told her. In a flash, he had disappeared, with speed only to be rivaled by Hiei's, and Toy found herself being crushed under his weight against the bed, her hands trapped in his own. And for the first time, she noticed the handcuffs attached to the bedposts. He saw her look and added, "Yeah. I don't think you're gonna try anything except what I tell ya, Babe."

Toy shut her eyes tightly, holding back the tears desperately while waiting for Daemon's return. She curled her fingers, the metal of the handcuffs still cold against her wrists. She wished he had just started his physical torment rather than torturing her like this. But he had wanted to "prevent any accidents." She should probably have been thankful for the delay, but she saw it only as postponing the inevitable.

When he returned, he had not yet undressed. But she still turned her head away from him. She had no desire to look at him. He just scoffed at her, now pressing down on her with most of his weight, using his nails to slowly rip her shirt apart. Toy closed her eyes tighter, just wanting him to stop and leave her alone. But he didn't. He had noticed the cut marks on her arm.

"So you like pain, huh." It wasn't a question - it was a statement that she wasn't supposed to answer to. She was a doll to him. And dolls don't speak.

Daemon ran his razor-like claws from her cheek down to her neck, making her flinch. This only turned him on even more.

He proceeded to unsnap her jeans, slowly unzipping them with one hand while the other continued to break the skin along her shoulder and down, creating four light cuts to her hips.

Toy couldn't take it any longer. She began to lose consciousness. The last thing she remembered before fainting was a violent sound across the room.

Toy awoke just as a large swatch of fabric landed on her chest. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was a black cloak. At that moment, she noticed that her hands were no longer restrained. She felt each of her wrists in turn, relishing in their liberation. Then she saw Daemon, lying on the floor to her right, covered in blood and not breathing. And a destroyed room.

It was only when she saw a quick shadow leaving that she truly understood what had happened.

Toy sat up, remembering to zip/snap her jeans before wrapping the cape around her shoulders and rushing after him.

He had saved her...It had to be him. This was his cloak. She was sure of it. It smelled of him; she felt him.

She chased him, barely able to follow him. It was definitely Hiei.

She called out to him, but he didn't pay her any attention. Finally, she lost him. She didn't know which way he had gone and could see no trail to follow.

So he was still upset with her...

She wandered around, not sure where to go, not really caring. She happened to find her stuff - she had had to leave it behind when Daemon carried her off. Apparently, he had been planning to keep her. So much for that, luckily.

She took a top out of her backpack and put it on, then continued, relying on chance to catch up with Hiei, and not really sure what she would say to him when she found him.

Kohari: I would like to point out that I have never been raped (or, for that matter, had sex before - yes, I'm a virgin), so, as with the cutting, this was all speculation. As always, I would love to hear how I'm doing!

PS: Not really proofread as of yet. May go back and proofread later. Until then, I hope you guys inform me of any major errors! Thank you!