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Kagome watched with fascination as the young man changed. His hair billowed without a breeze, and his bound arms strained against the chains. His eyes were focused on her face, and when she returned his gaze, she saw in his eyes an unexplainable hunger. He growled low in his throat, and wretched up yet another tide of thick blood.
Naraku took a step back, staring at the prisoner. His eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with a look of fear. His cronies were beaded in sweat, their eyes still glued to the bound figure. The mousy one took a hesitant step towards the captive. Then another. Naraku glared at him, hissing a command. "You idiot, come back here!" He seemed not to hear. The mousy captor reached the prisoner, and knelt beside him. He withdrew a key from his pocket, and reached towards the chains with it.
Naraku lunged towards him, caught him by the collar and yanked him backwards. The young man continued to strain against his bonds, then let out a hiss of frustration. Naraku's face dawned a look of sly awe. He grinned, then said softly, "Oh, she is to be your next!" He laughed softly, and made a small move towards Kagome. The captive gave a small bark of command. "Leave her alone, bastard!" he hissed. Naruku inched closer, watching the writhing teen.
Kagome froze and stiffened when she felt hot breathe on her neck. A hand placed itself on her shoulder. The young man howled when the tip of a tongue brushed against Kagome's neck. She groaned, unable to control the waves of pleasure running up and down her spine.
Naraku knelt behind her, and pulled her backwards into his lap. He laughed when she squealed and pulled away. He wrenched her back and kissed her forcefully. She tore away from the unwanted attention and wretched. Naraku smirked, his eyes locked on those of the prisoners.
The captive bellowed in anger and frustration. A snap resounded in the room. The machines seemed to quietly stop working. Another snap. The chains clinked against one another. Naraku peered at the young man. A third snap, and a clank. Naraku's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to yell a warning. And the room exploded.
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Kagome screamed as a sharp piece of metal bit into her cheek. A shriek answered hers. The wind was thick, and full of flying metal and dust. She choked out a cry of panic. Another scream sounded. She heard a snarl over the howling vortex, and the sound of ripping fabric. The lights over head shattered, leaving Kagome in a pitch-black, howling fury. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The wind had abated. Kagome once again opened her blue eyes. The desk was over turned, the legs with broken chains dangling over them. She looked around for the other men, and a horrible sight met her eyes. The large man was splayed across a washing machine that gushed water. A large pipe protruded from his middle, the water around his feet thick with blood. His face had gone pale, his glazed eyes open and staring at the ceiling. Kagome screamed at the gore. She shrieked again, and continued, unable to control her terror. She drew a shuddering breath, and was ready to scream again, when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist.
She froze, then pushed against the body behind her, trying to break away. The arms tightened, and a face was buried in her long hair. She took one step, and her knees gave out. She sank slightly, but the arms kept her erect. She sobbed when she heard her captor sigh. She felt the arms loosen, and she swayed. She slowly turned, and found herself string into the golden eyes of the tall prisoner. His face was spattered in blood, not all of it his. His mouth was smeared with it, and it coated his hair. He looked every inch a mass murderer. But his eyes were different. They held pain, and loneliness. Grief, anger, fear. Kagome stared into his eyes. She felt the arms slowly encircle her waist again. She never broke contact with his eyes. She heard a cough, and her face was flecked with blood as the young man coughed. He retracted his arms to cover his mouth. The last sight Kagome saw before she blacked out, was a figure, dripping in blood, and coughing up more. His hair silver and fine. And his lonely, golden eyes. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I like this chapter. I hope you do too! Please let me know!
~Shyal
Kagome watched with fascination as the young man changed. His hair billowed without a breeze, and his bound arms strained against the chains. His eyes were focused on her face, and when she returned his gaze, she saw in his eyes an unexplainable hunger. He growled low in his throat, and wretched up yet another tide of thick blood.
Naraku took a step back, staring at the prisoner. His eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with a look of fear. His cronies were beaded in sweat, their eyes still glued to the bound figure. The mousy one took a hesitant step towards the captive. Then another. Naraku glared at him, hissing a command. "You idiot, come back here!" He seemed not to hear. The mousy captor reached the prisoner, and knelt beside him. He withdrew a key from his pocket, and reached towards the chains with it.
Naraku lunged towards him, caught him by the collar and yanked him backwards. The young man continued to strain against his bonds, then let out a hiss of frustration. Naraku's face dawned a look of sly awe. He grinned, then said softly, "Oh, she is to be your next!" He laughed softly, and made a small move towards Kagome. The captive gave a small bark of command. "Leave her alone, bastard!" he hissed. Naruku inched closer, watching the writhing teen.
Kagome froze and stiffened when she felt hot breathe on her neck. A hand placed itself on her shoulder. The young man howled when the tip of a tongue brushed against Kagome's neck. She groaned, unable to control the waves of pleasure running up and down her spine.
Naraku knelt behind her, and pulled her backwards into his lap. He laughed when she squealed and pulled away. He wrenched her back and kissed her forcefully. She tore away from the unwanted attention and wretched. Naraku smirked, his eyes locked on those of the prisoners.
The captive bellowed in anger and frustration. A snap resounded in the room. The machines seemed to quietly stop working. Another snap. The chains clinked against one another. Naraku peered at the young man. A third snap, and a clank. Naraku's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to yell a warning. And the room exploded.
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Kagome screamed as a sharp piece of metal bit into her cheek. A shriek answered hers. The wind was thick, and full of flying metal and dust. She choked out a cry of panic. Another scream sounded. She heard a snarl over the howling vortex, and the sound of ripping fabric. The lights over head shattered, leaving Kagome in a pitch-black, howling fury. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The wind had abated. Kagome once again opened her blue eyes. The desk was over turned, the legs with broken chains dangling over them. She looked around for the other men, and a horrible sight met her eyes. The large man was splayed across a washing machine that gushed water. A large pipe protruded from his middle, the water around his feet thick with blood. His face had gone pale, his glazed eyes open and staring at the ceiling. Kagome screamed at the gore. She shrieked again, and continued, unable to control her terror. She drew a shuddering breath, and was ready to scream again, when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist.
She froze, then pushed against the body behind her, trying to break away. The arms tightened, and a face was buried in her long hair. She took one step, and her knees gave out. She sank slightly, but the arms kept her erect. She sobbed when she heard her captor sigh. She felt the arms loosen, and she swayed. She slowly turned, and found herself string into the golden eyes of the tall prisoner. His face was spattered in blood, not all of it his. His mouth was smeared with it, and it coated his hair. He looked every inch a mass murderer. But his eyes were different. They held pain, and loneliness. Grief, anger, fear. Kagome stared into his eyes. She felt the arms slowly encircle her waist again. She never broke contact with his eyes. She heard a cough, and her face was flecked with blood as the young man coughed. He retracted his arms to cover his mouth. The last sight Kagome saw before she blacked out, was a figure, dripping in blood, and coughing up more. His hair silver and fine. And his lonely, golden eyes. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I like this chapter. I hope you do too! Please let me know!
~Shyal