This is an idea that I've had and attempted to write in the past. You can probably still find my attempts if you looked hard enough. It's been a long time since I touched this idea, and I'd really like to try it again. I'm currently rewatching InuYasha, and I'm loving it so much. I'd honestly forgotten what an amazing anime it is.

Perfidious

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from an enemy

Prologue

The blade was chillingly cold against my throat.

This wasn't the first time I'd been trapped in this situation. It wasn't the first time I'd felt these strong hands holding me captive, or the bite of the sharp blade against my throat, or the hot lips caressing the nape of my neck.

The tone was different, now. I could recall, in the past, the playful tone of my capture; the titillating torment of the blade against my skin, the wandering hands, the whispered threats, the kisses and laughter that came afterwards. I'd never felt wary of being in this position before. He'd never scared me.

That was before, though.

Now those strong hands were harsh, bruising my skin; the blade tore at my throat, soaking the front of my kosode in blood; his lips, once so gentle, curled against my nape in a terrifying grin I could feel, and very much picture in my mind.

Sweat trickled down my forehead and I swallowed the lump of fear forming in my throat. The blade cut deeper into my throat.

His breath was loud in my ear, burning hot, and tinged with a sadistic excitement that scared me, more than the blade at my throat ever could. This sort of excitement from him was never a good sign. I'd encountered it before, and learned quickly to give him a wide berth when bloodlust quickened his breath and hardened his cock. I could feel that excitement pressed hard against my back through both our hakama. This was when he was most dangerous, when he was seeking the sick thrill of violence.

I couldn't escape this time, not with his grip so tight.

"Was it worth it, Reo?"

Was it worth it? I'd had a long time to ponder that question in the time he had been gone. I'd come to the conclusion a long time ago that it hadn't been worth it. I'd counted what had happened as one of the biggest mistakes I had made in my life.

My answer wouldn't come. The words sat on my tongue, souring it. Whether it was from fear or what little self-preservation I had, I was mute. I had a feeling that anything I said to him now would get me killed that much quicker, especially the truth. The truth would enrage him more than anything else I could say in this moment.

"Silent, huh?" He sneered against my neck, and the bruising grip on my arm grew tighter. "Maybe you're smarter than I gave you credit for, after all. Shame you won't survive to celebrate that fact."

He'd just confirmed what I already knew.

I was dead the moment he appeared in the doorway of my hut.

Tears prickled at my eyes, and I held back a sob, if only to stop the blade from biting into my throat any further.

Where had it all gone wrong?