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Chapter 1

The young girl tread silently up the stairs, her head bowed and her hands tied behind her back. A giant of a man followed her closely with a handsome face destroyed by evil eyes. He pushed her back to speed her up and she stumbled forward and fell on the ground landing heavily on her shoulder and adding more bruises to her already scarred back

"Get up you whore, master wants you in his chambers immediately, no excuses." He dragged her up and continued to drag her the rest of the way up the stairs. They turned left and came to an intricately carved door with a golden dragon's head knocker who had ruby eyes, just like the master.

"She's here sire," whispered the henchman and the door slowly slid open. He took this as his cue, threw her into the room, and closed the door.

"You tried to escape again, didn't you Sairiel?" A shadow stirred in the corner and the girl, Sairiel, scooted back and pressed herself against the door. The shadow stood and walked over to her revealing himself to be a man of middle height with glittering red eyes and a pale drawn face.

"I told you, you couldn't leave. Why did you leave me Sairiel?" He asked and slowly approached her, his arms raised as if to grab her. She brought her legs underneath her butt and prepared to spring and run away but he pulled on the forgotten rope that bound her hands and she was sent forwards, again onto the ground. He reeled in the rope, slowly dragging her with it and then pulled upwards so she had no choice but to stand.

She whimpered as she rose to her feet but didn't say anything else, to do so would just make him angry, she knew from experience. He walked up still holding the rope and wrapped his arms around her.

"You shouldn't have tried to leave Sairiel!" He screeched into her ear and she nearly fainted. He lifted her limp form and brought her over to the bed that took up much of the room's space. She struggled and brought small fists up to pound his chest but he seemed not to notice. She was dumped onto the bed and he leaned over her, leering face making a hideous mask.

"You will never leave me again will you?" He asked as he slowly removed the thin strap that held up the scant material of her dress and stroked he now bare shoulder.

"No," she whimpered and cringed when he slammed his hand into her face.

"I am your master! You will address me with respect!" He added another blow and removed her other shoulder strap, the dress was hanging low and barely covered her breasts. He leaned over her and she was forced backward onto the bed, he nuzzled her cheek and she felt herself getting goose bumps. He ran his hands down her sides and one strayed down her leg. He slowly began to kiss her neck and shoulder and then he found her lips. She struggled again and tried to push him away but his grip was too strong and she was tired, to weary to care.

"No, Master." She whispered to the darkness and he let out a groan of acknowledgement.

Later:

Sairiel lay in the master's bed with him gently breathing beside her, not again, never again would she submit to him. She slid out of the bed and silently tip toed to his desk where he kept a knife, for safety. She picked it up and situated it so she could bring it down quickly. She came to his side of the bed and turned him over, to see the terror on his face, she decided. Then she bent down and whispered something into his ear, he roused himself immediately.

"You are ready for more then?" he asked another leer plastered to his face.

"No," she brought the knife down and it slid oh so easily into his chest, between ribs and continued to puncture his heart. His mouth was open in silent scream and his soon to be dead eyes looked terrified. "Master," she whispered and stabbed him again, slicing a lung. He gurgled a response then slumped back into bed, a line of blood slipping from his slack lips.

She rose swiftly, dressed herself in one of his everyday outfits, and tied her hair up, covering it with a hood. She slid the faithful knife into her recently procured belt and turned to his stash of gold. She took as much as she could carry and slid out of the room, as quietly as she had killed him.

Around a month later:

"No! We have no jobs available for a homeless chit! Get out!" For the third time that day, Sairiel was forcefully pushed out a door and made to sit in the mud.

"Bastards," she muttered and stood up, rubbing her aching stomach. She was hungry, she hadn't had a decent meal in a month and she was so caked in dirt she was no longer surprised when she looked at her now brown chapped skin. She clutched the tattered cloak around her thin body and retreated into the alleyways she now called home. She went to her corner, hidden by boxes and a blanket she had set there for privacy, and curled into a tight ball. Her head rested on her knees and her arms shivered as they encircled her legs. She let her hair cover her face and she slowly licked her chapped lips, was that footsteps? No one ever came into this alley, it sounded like at least for people. Fear gripped her heart, she was to weak to fight, if someone tried to take her home she couldn't defend it.

"Is anyone down here?" asked a soothing voice and she immediately relaxed against her better judgment.

"Kurama is it really smart to be calling for her. She is known to be dangerous." Whispered another voice and yet another said he agreed. Who were these people? Who were they looking for exactly, surely not her, and yet another worry gripped her heart was he looking for her?

Long ago, Sairiel had hardened her heart to most emotions but being hunted every time she escaped from master had embedded in her heart a fear of being caught so great it overwhelmed her. She tried to breath but an invisible force pushed against her lungs and the shabby walls of her house closed in around her. Not again, she pleaded with her mind but she could still feel the pressure on her chest. With a loud scream, she leaped out of her makeshift room and ran for the mouth of the alley, for escape. She had nearly reached the street when something grabbed her waist, and still lost in memory she scrambled to escape. She felt another hand clamp over her mouth and she promptly bit it and elbowed the stomach that was surely behind her back. She was satisfied as her elbow hit a hard abdomen and she heard muttered curses as the attacker doubled over in pain.

"Hiei a little help here!" Yelled her downed enemy and she paused, Hiei, I have heard that name before; she thought just as something hit her temple. She was soon freed of her thoughts running toward blackness.