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AN: Okay, here's chapter 2! Sorry it's a little on the short side (usually when I write, my chapters exceed 10 pages, oh well) I had a hard time writing this one because I'm so anxious to get Kagome outta there. All I've been able to think about is 'post breaking' plot. But here it is! I finally squeezed it out of my brain. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Harsh Lessons
Kagome's spirits were high as she followed Kouji to the car. *Finally, a chance to be free again. * She struggled to hide her excitement, as well as keep her tail under control. It always seemed to have a mind of its own, and at the moment was trying to thrash wildly. She promptly got into the back seat and sat quietly. Here eyes, however, darted about the windows. She couldn't help but watch the free world pass through the glass. It had been so long since she had even seen the outdoors.
After about a half hour drive, they pulled into the driveway of Kouji's home. It was a good-sized house, bigger than most, but no mansion. The lawn was neatly kept, probably by a landscaping company. The inside was fairly simple and not too lavishly decorated. Kagome sniffed the air quietly. The smell indicated that Kouji lived in this big house alone; he didn't even have any other slaves. He led her through the kitchen to a set of creaky stairs. They led down, into the basement. Passing a small laundry area, Kouji quickly worked the lock on a simple wooden door. He opened it, sending a small breeze past them. Kagome wrinkled her nose, the room smelled of sweat, blood, and a few others that she cared not to try and identify. She felt her stomach twist as she began to realize what the room was. She could not yet see the interior; her spectacular eyes hadn't adjusted yet. Kouji flicked the light on, and her fears were confirmed. It was a slave training room. Dark, dirty, dank. Chains and other restraint devices hung from the wall to their right. With them were a bucket and a dirty, crumpled blanket. Along the other walls were instruments of torture and punishment; clubs, whips, switches... An exam table, chair, a few cabinets, and a soiled cot were amongst them. The floor and walls were made of concrete, with a drain and a hose in one corner.
All of Kagome's hopes of freedom drained away as Kouji led her to the chains and promptly shackled her to the wall. She still had the freedom to sit, stand, and even walk around, though only in a two-foot radius around her anchor.
He removed her collar and tossed it into the trash. "Piece of garbage..." he scowled. "I have something much better." He rummaged in one of the cabinets for a moment, and returned with another collar. It was plain black leather, with a small red gem on the very front. He locked it around her neck and retrieved a remote sporting a similar looking gem. "This one is wireless, much better quality, and much more effective. If you step outside the containment field, you'll get shocked until you're back within its perimeters."
Kagome's eyes narrowed, ears flattening back, tail twitching. A small growl escaped her throat. Kouji wasted no time in pressing that evil looking gem. A wave of pain suddenly rocked through her body. She convulsed on the floor for a few seconds, writhing in agony.
"Tsk tsk. I would think after eight months of training you would have learned better than to growl at your master. No matter, you'll be perfect when I get through with you." Kagome glared at the floor, a single tear escaping her eye. He yanked her into a sitting position looking through her eyes into the very depths of her soul. "You're very precious, you know that?" He rested his hand on the area just below her belly button and squeezed gently. "More specifically, this is very precious." Kagome bit back the urge to tear out his throat right there. "Therefore, I will go easy on this. But the rest of you..." He let the threat hang in the air as he stood and stalked to the row of whips.
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It had been a three months since Kagome was purchased. Already Kouji had managed to suppress her instinctual expression of mood through her tail and ears. His harsh lessons also helped to quell her temper.
"You've come along quite well my little cat." He cooed to her, after a particularly brutal lesson. "Fairly obedient, although we still have a lot of work to do."
Obedient, yes...but far from broken. She still had plenty of fight left in her, but a battered body was no good to either of them, so she did as she was told and tried her best to avoid being beaten. There were some things she just could not bring herself to accept, however. Prior to her 'lesson' they had been working on sexual training. She hated it, (who wouldn't?!) and was unable to control her anger. (AN: I briefly courted the idea of going into detail about this, but it was a little too dark and disturbing, even for me.)
He reached into a cabinet and pulled out a clean set of slave clothes. The outfit consisted of a simple long sleeve shirt and drawstring pants. They were a drab, stained, light gray. He tossed them in her direction along with a towel. "Clean yourself up, you smell." He took another towel and wiped the sweat from his face. "We'll continue our lesson after I come back from my errands." He left, closing the door and shutting off the lights.
The dark didn't bother her, she had impressive night vision. Kagome growled angrily and swiped the wall with her claws in frustration. He hadn't actually taken her virginity, but he made her do some things that she really did not want to do, 'teaching' her. Still growling, she stood and reached for the hose. She cleaned herself quickly, no need to linger when the water was so cold. She dried off and put on the fresh clothes, tossing the soiled ones near the door. She then crouched and listened.
She could hear him moving around upstairs. He showered, dressed. After some more movement around the house, she caught the sound of him leaving, starting his car, and driving away. Her tail twitched in excitement. Now was her chance. He had starved her for about two days now, an ongoing punishment from earlier insubordination. She was just about ready to eat the chains that lay about her feet. Despite the lack of food, he always made sure to give her, her medication. Her neko yokai blood caused her to go into heat a few times a year. The pills she took every day regulated her hormones and suppressed the heat cycle. She still had the urge, but it wasn't the full body ache for sexual contact that she would experience without them. It was made from the same stuff that zoos used on their big cats. No matter what, Kagome always took her pills. Within 48 hours of not taking them she would slip into an intense estrus, where she would pretty much fuck anything that moved. That was the last thing she wanted, especially here, where she would probably catch a beating that would rival the heat in intensity.
After a few minutes of waiting to make sure he was gone, she carefully set to work on her restraints. She mentally reprimanded herself for having any hope of freedom with this master. If anything, this place was worse than the shop. At least there, the keeper believed in breaking her slowly, she actually had a chance to learn what she had done wrong before he punished her again. Such was not so with Kouji, and she had the bruised ribs to prove it.
She stopped fiddling with the lock when she heard a tiny 'click!' from inside. She smiled. It was a skill she kept jealously to herself. She was almost never caught in the past, and when she was she blamed the strength of the chains. The binding necklace she wore on around her neck prevented her from leaving the house, but she could at least escape that dank prison. Believing she was chained to the wall, Kouji never locked the door of the room. She silently stalked from the cold darkness of the basement, up into the bright morning sun that filtered through the windows of the house.
Starved for days, she quickly padded through the kitchen. She frantically searched for some food item she could consume without him noticing the item missing. A large bowl of apples and oranges on the table lent itself to her purposes. She grabbed a couple of apples and ate them quickly, core and all. Best not to leave any physical evidence. She glanced at the bowl, tempted to take more, but that would result in a noticeable lack of fruit, so she began searching for something else. She crept into the large pantry, searching eagerly. She gazed longingly at a stack of tins of tuna. She denied herself the pleasure however, for even a weak human nose would pick up the fishy odor on her. She looked the pantry over briefly again, her ears drooping in disappointment. There was nothing here that she could consume without being noticed.
The refrigerator was packed full of fragrant food. Kouji was apparently a big fan of Chinese food, but wasn't a fan of throwing it out. She searched the aging boxes, settling finally on a ripening box of sesame chicken. Surly he wouldn't notice it missing. Judging by the smell, it was at least a month old, not too appetizing either. But Kagome was ravenous, and her iron caste hanyou stomach could handle just about anything. She quickly scarfed the aged chicken, tore the box into shreds, and sprinkled it into the garbage. She smiled, convinced that she had thoroughly covered her tracks. Nothing satisfies a cat quite like getting away with something undetected. (an: ever notice how cats always try to avoid being noticed, even if they don't have to?)
Her hunger satisfied, she now sought to conquer her boredom. Exploring a little, she finally came upon the entertainment room. It was lavishly furnished with a big screen TV, all kinds of video equipment, as well as a kick ass sound system. She glanced over the discs that lay scattered over the coffee table. She finally picked a single titled "Lucia Di Lammermoor." She slid it into the CD player and pressed play. After a moment of silence, a soft flute introduced the piece. (an: This is that opera that the Diva sang in The Fifth Element. It is a GORGEOUS piece, and I strongly suggest you listen to it as you read this part. Only the first part though, NOT the Diva Dance, I think that would be a little cliché.) A heavenly voice joined the velvety notes of the flute. Kagome felt the emotions of the song wash over her like warm water. It soaked into the very fiber of her being. She felt nothing but lasting contentment. The delicate notes plucked comforting memories from her subconscious, her mother and little brother playing happily in a field of white blossoms. Watching the clouds drift by on a crisp autumn afternoon. Listening to her grandfather tell exciting stories of the full-blooded demons by the summer firelight. Hunting with her father before he died.
Kagome was so caught up in her music-induced euphoria that her sensitive ears didn't pick up the sound of the car pulling back into the driveway. The front door swinging open with the force of someone in an obvious hurry. Kouji had returned only briefly to grab something that he had forgotten he needed to return to a store. But his short visit was extended when he heard the music drifting from the entertainment room.
At the climax of the song he burst into the music filled room. He was red with anger, his hands balled into fists, fury burned in his eyes. Kagome backed against the wall, startled out of her dream world, the horror of being caught twisting her beautiful face.
"You ungrateful little bitch!" he roared, and lunged at her. He swung hard, connecting with her chin. She stumbled backwards and fell over one of the end tables. He yanked her to her feet once more by one of her sensitive ears, only to hit her to the ground once more. He delivered blow after blow, the hard packing sound droned out slightly by the haunting notes of the opera piece. He kicked her in the stomach, forcing the air to rush from her lungs and her body to buckle and curl up.
She huddled in that fetal position, arms thrown around her head in protection. She took her punishment, after the first shocking blow denying him the pleasure of her cries of pain. Her body could not escape the physical abuse, but her mind could. She let her thoughts take flight on the soothing music. They drifted into that wonderful dreamland where her family and friends waited for her. She lost consciousness shortly after the music ended, while Kouji continued to beat her.
(AN: Well, I was going to end it there, but people seem to be very against cliffhangers...)
Kagome slowly floated into consciousness, her battered body ached terribly, especially her ribs. She groaned and forced her eyes to open. Lying close to her head was a bowl of gruel, the typical diet of a slave, along with a napkin that held her medication. She must have been out for at least a day. She forced herself up on her elbows, and painstakingly consumed the gruel and pills. Every movement intensified the dull ache in her ribs and stomach.
The door to the training room opened quietly. Kouji quickly stepped inside, followed by an old woman. "Oh, so you've awakened. I was afraid I went too hard on you." He smirked evily.
Kagome was too tired to dignify the remark with a response. The old lady wasted no time in beginning to examine the hanyou. "Hmm... I didn't believe you at first. But she really is a hanyou." She took stock of Kagome's injuries and frowned. "You should be more careful." She addressed the young man. "Not that I support you treating anyone this way, but you can't go that hard on her. What if you had damaged something vital?"
"I was careful, Kaede." He crossed his arms in annoyance. "I didn't ask you to come and give me a lecture. I only need you to tell me that she's going to be okay."
The old woman sighed heavily. She removed a few herbs from her bag and made Kagome eat them. She used a warm washcloth to wipe away some of the blood and grime from the young girl's face. "Hang in their young one." She whispered just barely loud enough for her to hear. "This will all be over soon." Kagome barely managed a smile.
Kouji was growing impatient. "Alright, enough." He pulled the old woman to her feet. "So what's your prognosis?"
"She'll be fine, with a few days rest. You're lucky she's part demon or you might have done more serious damage." Kagome didn't think the old woman could look more disgusted with Kouji at that point.
"Yeah yeah. Here's your money." He led her out of the room. "And if you tell anyone what you saw here you'll be in big trouble."
The threat sounded half hearted to Kagome. Kaede was a caring old woman, and was obviously displeased with Kouji for the way he was treating her. Maybe that was enough. Maybe Kaede would be able to get her out of this hellhole. Those words of encouragement relit the fires of hope inside her. Exhaustion curled itself around Kagome once more. She lowered herself back to the floor and drifted off to sleep.
----------------- Ugh, well that took forever. I've been reading this really chipper, pointless fluff fic for the past two days, and my spirits have been high and bouncy. Do you know how hard it is to write angst when you're happy!? *Deep sigh* and don't worry, Inu Yasha is coming in the next chapter or so. Trust me, I'm just as anxious to get Kagome away from Kouji as you probably are. It's just that most other slave fics never actually tell of the slave's breaking, so I thought it might be interesting. Normally Fox would make a cameo right about here, but I gotta go start my dog walking now. So, Read and Review! I eat, breathe, and sleep reviews...that didn't sound right...
Thank you lil-kitty-demon077, Lianna, tise, and PrincessDani for reviewing, I greatly appreciate it! (You really have no idea; I think I scared all the techs at work because I was so excited...)
AN: Okay, here's chapter 2! Sorry it's a little on the short side (usually when I write, my chapters exceed 10 pages, oh well) I had a hard time writing this one because I'm so anxious to get Kagome outta there. All I've been able to think about is 'post breaking' plot. But here it is! I finally squeezed it out of my brain. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Harsh Lessons
Kagome's spirits were high as she followed Kouji to the car. *Finally, a chance to be free again. * She struggled to hide her excitement, as well as keep her tail under control. It always seemed to have a mind of its own, and at the moment was trying to thrash wildly. She promptly got into the back seat and sat quietly. Here eyes, however, darted about the windows. She couldn't help but watch the free world pass through the glass. It had been so long since she had even seen the outdoors.
After about a half hour drive, they pulled into the driveway of Kouji's home. It was a good-sized house, bigger than most, but no mansion. The lawn was neatly kept, probably by a landscaping company. The inside was fairly simple and not too lavishly decorated. Kagome sniffed the air quietly. The smell indicated that Kouji lived in this big house alone; he didn't even have any other slaves. He led her through the kitchen to a set of creaky stairs. They led down, into the basement. Passing a small laundry area, Kouji quickly worked the lock on a simple wooden door. He opened it, sending a small breeze past them. Kagome wrinkled her nose, the room smelled of sweat, blood, and a few others that she cared not to try and identify. She felt her stomach twist as she began to realize what the room was. She could not yet see the interior; her spectacular eyes hadn't adjusted yet. Kouji flicked the light on, and her fears were confirmed. It was a slave training room. Dark, dirty, dank. Chains and other restraint devices hung from the wall to their right. With them were a bucket and a dirty, crumpled blanket. Along the other walls were instruments of torture and punishment; clubs, whips, switches... An exam table, chair, a few cabinets, and a soiled cot were amongst them. The floor and walls were made of concrete, with a drain and a hose in one corner.
All of Kagome's hopes of freedom drained away as Kouji led her to the chains and promptly shackled her to the wall. She still had the freedom to sit, stand, and even walk around, though only in a two-foot radius around her anchor.
He removed her collar and tossed it into the trash. "Piece of garbage..." he scowled. "I have something much better." He rummaged in one of the cabinets for a moment, and returned with another collar. It was plain black leather, with a small red gem on the very front. He locked it around her neck and retrieved a remote sporting a similar looking gem. "This one is wireless, much better quality, and much more effective. If you step outside the containment field, you'll get shocked until you're back within its perimeters."
Kagome's eyes narrowed, ears flattening back, tail twitching. A small growl escaped her throat. Kouji wasted no time in pressing that evil looking gem. A wave of pain suddenly rocked through her body. She convulsed on the floor for a few seconds, writhing in agony.
"Tsk tsk. I would think after eight months of training you would have learned better than to growl at your master. No matter, you'll be perfect when I get through with you." Kagome glared at the floor, a single tear escaping her eye. He yanked her into a sitting position looking through her eyes into the very depths of her soul. "You're very precious, you know that?" He rested his hand on the area just below her belly button and squeezed gently. "More specifically, this is very precious." Kagome bit back the urge to tear out his throat right there. "Therefore, I will go easy on this. But the rest of you..." He let the threat hang in the air as he stood and stalked to the row of whips.
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It had been a three months since Kagome was purchased. Already Kouji had managed to suppress her instinctual expression of mood through her tail and ears. His harsh lessons also helped to quell her temper.
"You've come along quite well my little cat." He cooed to her, after a particularly brutal lesson. "Fairly obedient, although we still have a lot of work to do."
Obedient, yes...but far from broken. She still had plenty of fight left in her, but a battered body was no good to either of them, so she did as she was told and tried her best to avoid being beaten. There were some things she just could not bring herself to accept, however. Prior to her 'lesson' they had been working on sexual training. She hated it, (who wouldn't?!) and was unable to control her anger. (AN: I briefly courted the idea of going into detail about this, but it was a little too dark and disturbing, even for me.)
He reached into a cabinet and pulled out a clean set of slave clothes. The outfit consisted of a simple long sleeve shirt and drawstring pants. They were a drab, stained, light gray. He tossed them in her direction along with a towel. "Clean yourself up, you smell." He took another towel and wiped the sweat from his face. "We'll continue our lesson after I come back from my errands." He left, closing the door and shutting off the lights.
The dark didn't bother her, she had impressive night vision. Kagome growled angrily and swiped the wall with her claws in frustration. He hadn't actually taken her virginity, but he made her do some things that she really did not want to do, 'teaching' her. Still growling, she stood and reached for the hose. She cleaned herself quickly, no need to linger when the water was so cold. She dried off and put on the fresh clothes, tossing the soiled ones near the door. She then crouched and listened.
She could hear him moving around upstairs. He showered, dressed. After some more movement around the house, she caught the sound of him leaving, starting his car, and driving away. Her tail twitched in excitement. Now was her chance. He had starved her for about two days now, an ongoing punishment from earlier insubordination. She was just about ready to eat the chains that lay about her feet. Despite the lack of food, he always made sure to give her, her medication. Her neko yokai blood caused her to go into heat a few times a year. The pills she took every day regulated her hormones and suppressed the heat cycle. She still had the urge, but it wasn't the full body ache for sexual contact that she would experience without them. It was made from the same stuff that zoos used on their big cats. No matter what, Kagome always took her pills. Within 48 hours of not taking them she would slip into an intense estrus, where she would pretty much fuck anything that moved. That was the last thing she wanted, especially here, where she would probably catch a beating that would rival the heat in intensity.
After a few minutes of waiting to make sure he was gone, she carefully set to work on her restraints. She mentally reprimanded herself for having any hope of freedom with this master. If anything, this place was worse than the shop. At least there, the keeper believed in breaking her slowly, she actually had a chance to learn what she had done wrong before he punished her again. Such was not so with Kouji, and she had the bruised ribs to prove it.
She stopped fiddling with the lock when she heard a tiny 'click!' from inside. She smiled. It was a skill she kept jealously to herself. She was almost never caught in the past, and when she was she blamed the strength of the chains. The binding necklace she wore on around her neck prevented her from leaving the house, but she could at least escape that dank prison. Believing she was chained to the wall, Kouji never locked the door of the room. She silently stalked from the cold darkness of the basement, up into the bright morning sun that filtered through the windows of the house.
Starved for days, she quickly padded through the kitchen. She frantically searched for some food item she could consume without him noticing the item missing. A large bowl of apples and oranges on the table lent itself to her purposes. She grabbed a couple of apples and ate them quickly, core and all. Best not to leave any physical evidence. She glanced at the bowl, tempted to take more, but that would result in a noticeable lack of fruit, so she began searching for something else. She crept into the large pantry, searching eagerly. She gazed longingly at a stack of tins of tuna. She denied herself the pleasure however, for even a weak human nose would pick up the fishy odor on her. She looked the pantry over briefly again, her ears drooping in disappointment. There was nothing here that she could consume without being noticed.
The refrigerator was packed full of fragrant food. Kouji was apparently a big fan of Chinese food, but wasn't a fan of throwing it out. She searched the aging boxes, settling finally on a ripening box of sesame chicken. Surly he wouldn't notice it missing. Judging by the smell, it was at least a month old, not too appetizing either. But Kagome was ravenous, and her iron caste hanyou stomach could handle just about anything. She quickly scarfed the aged chicken, tore the box into shreds, and sprinkled it into the garbage. She smiled, convinced that she had thoroughly covered her tracks. Nothing satisfies a cat quite like getting away with something undetected. (an: ever notice how cats always try to avoid being noticed, even if they don't have to?)
Her hunger satisfied, she now sought to conquer her boredom. Exploring a little, she finally came upon the entertainment room. It was lavishly furnished with a big screen TV, all kinds of video equipment, as well as a kick ass sound system. She glanced over the discs that lay scattered over the coffee table. She finally picked a single titled "Lucia Di Lammermoor." She slid it into the CD player and pressed play. After a moment of silence, a soft flute introduced the piece. (an: This is that opera that the Diva sang in The Fifth Element. It is a GORGEOUS piece, and I strongly suggest you listen to it as you read this part. Only the first part though, NOT the Diva Dance, I think that would be a little cliché.) A heavenly voice joined the velvety notes of the flute. Kagome felt the emotions of the song wash over her like warm water. It soaked into the very fiber of her being. She felt nothing but lasting contentment. The delicate notes plucked comforting memories from her subconscious, her mother and little brother playing happily in a field of white blossoms. Watching the clouds drift by on a crisp autumn afternoon. Listening to her grandfather tell exciting stories of the full-blooded demons by the summer firelight. Hunting with her father before he died.
Kagome was so caught up in her music-induced euphoria that her sensitive ears didn't pick up the sound of the car pulling back into the driveway. The front door swinging open with the force of someone in an obvious hurry. Kouji had returned only briefly to grab something that he had forgotten he needed to return to a store. But his short visit was extended when he heard the music drifting from the entertainment room.
At the climax of the song he burst into the music filled room. He was red with anger, his hands balled into fists, fury burned in his eyes. Kagome backed against the wall, startled out of her dream world, the horror of being caught twisting her beautiful face.
"You ungrateful little bitch!" he roared, and lunged at her. He swung hard, connecting with her chin. She stumbled backwards and fell over one of the end tables. He yanked her to her feet once more by one of her sensitive ears, only to hit her to the ground once more. He delivered blow after blow, the hard packing sound droned out slightly by the haunting notes of the opera piece. He kicked her in the stomach, forcing the air to rush from her lungs and her body to buckle and curl up.
She huddled in that fetal position, arms thrown around her head in protection. She took her punishment, after the first shocking blow denying him the pleasure of her cries of pain. Her body could not escape the physical abuse, but her mind could. She let her thoughts take flight on the soothing music. They drifted into that wonderful dreamland where her family and friends waited for her. She lost consciousness shortly after the music ended, while Kouji continued to beat her.
(AN: Well, I was going to end it there, but people seem to be very against cliffhangers...)
Kagome slowly floated into consciousness, her battered body ached terribly, especially her ribs. She groaned and forced her eyes to open. Lying close to her head was a bowl of gruel, the typical diet of a slave, along with a napkin that held her medication. She must have been out for at least a day. She forced herself up on her elbows, and painstakingly consumed the gruel and pills. Every movement intensified the dull ache in her ribs and stomach.
The door to the training room opened quietly. Kouji quickly stepped inside, followed by an old woman. "Oh, so you've awakened. I was afraid I went too hard on you." He smirked evily.
Kagome was too tired to dignify the remark with a response. The old lady wasted no time in beginning to examine the hanyou. "Hmm... I didn't believe you at first. But she really is a hanyou." She took stock of Kagome's injuries and frowned. "You should be more careful." She addressed the young man. "Not that I support you treating anyone this way, but you can't go that hard on her. What if you had damaged something vital?"
"I was careful, Kaede." He crossed his arms in annoyance. "I didn't ask you to come and give me a lecture. I only need you to tell me that she's going to be okay."
The old woman sighed heavily. She removed a few herbs from her bag and made Kagome eat them. She used a warm washcloth to wipe away some of the blood and grime from the young girl's face. "Hang in their young one." She whispered just barely loud enough for her to hear. "This will all be over soon." Kagome barely managed a smile.
Kouji was growing impatient. "Alright, enough." He pulled the old woman to her feet. "So what's your prognosis?"
"She'll be fine, with a few days rest. You're lucky she's part demon or you might have done more serious damage." Kagome didn't think the old woman could look more disgusted with Kouji at that point.
"Yeah yeah. Here's your money." He led her out of the room. "And if you tell anyone what you saw here you'll be in big trouble."
The threat sounded half hearted to Kagome. Kaede was a caring old woman, and was obviously displeased with Kouji for the way he was treating her. Maybe that was enough. Maybe Kaede would be able to get her out of this hellhole. Those words of encouragement relit the fires of hope inside her. Exhaustion curled itself around Kagome once more. She lowered herself back to the floor and drifted off to sleep.
----------------- Ugh, well that took forever. I've been reading this really chipper, pointless fluff fic for the past two days, and my spirits have been high and bouncy. Do you know how hard it is to write angst when you're happy!? *Deep sigh* and don't worry, Inu Yasha is coming in the next chapter or so. Trust me, I'm just as anxious to get Kagome away from Kouji as you probably are. It's just that most other slave fics never actually tell of the slave's breaking, so I thought it might be interesting. Normally Fox would make a cameo right about here, but I gotta go start my dog walking now. So, Read and Review! I eat, breathe, and sleep reviews...that didn't sound right...
Thank you lil-kitty-demon077, Lianna, tise, and PrincessDani for reviewing, I greatly appreciate it! (You really have no idea; I think I scared all the techs at work because I was so excited...)