A/N I'm posting this here instead of my bottom a/n because some people may be too shocked from the story to read it. First off thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter. Especially Luci Incarnate, Eri's Puppet, White Tiger Princess, and Orianna-san-InuKagLuva; you all are wonderful and your reviews have really helped me. And I'll answer your questions.
Eri's Puppet: The chains were magicked against her magic, and shapeshifting in a sense in a magic. (Trust me if it had been up to me, Inuyasha would have been more than mauled)
White Tiger Princess: I've made Kagome about 25 the age the character in my novel I based her on. Sadly there is no Shippo in this story, but for everyone's sake he's with Sango and Miroku (Didn't want to kill off Shippo) The next chapter will be in Narrator P.O.V. for specific reasons and the rest will probably alternate between characters. Yes it's a Kag/Sess paring and Inuyasha is now a full demon, read over beginning of Touch of Betrayal.
Thanks again and look forward to what you think. As I said before if anyone is overly confused just let me know and I'll explain everything. Now onward with the chapter.
WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER. RAPE, BLOOD, AND VIOLENCE.
Let it not be said that I warned no one or I will be thoroughly vexed.
Sincerely,
Tigress.
Chapter 4
…Broken…
The shoulder high bathwater that had been drawn for me was as hot as a person could possibly stand. And the firm hands of baths attendant attempted to massage the tension from my joints and muscles. But I could not feel it. My body had numbed itself, both physically and mentally, and I was no longer aware of my surroundings.
I had recoiled into the depths of my soul, the well of my own power. One of the few places that no creature could follow me. It was here that I tried to get a grip on my situation.
I was about to embark on a deadly assignation, were I neither knew nor trusted the creature to whom had fought for me. I knew that tonight would be painful and one I would never forget.
I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I had not realized that the attendants had stopped their work. It was only when a foreign scent reached my nose did I know I was not alone in the room.
I gazed around trying to focus on the presence I felt. A pair of glowing eyes was gazing back at me and my own narrowed into a glare.
"Why are you doing this Kagome?"
A creature stepped out of the shadows as fluidly as any feline. The creature was Sesshoumaru. And he was the least person I was expected to see.
"I do this because I must Sesshoumaru." I replied and recoiled deeper into the water.
"You do not. You could leave here without looking back; there is no love to be lost between you and Inuyasha nor his clay bitch Kikyo. And yet here you are about to risk your life to save ours."
I looked away from him before saying. "Do not be offended Sesshoumaru, but I do not do this for you." I looked at him then. "It is in my nature to protect, I have no qualms about giving my life for those I care about. And Inuyasha played off that. He knew I couldn't leave anyone to a fate I once endured."
"Had it been only Inuyasha and myself, would you have left us?" He asked.
I regarded him for a long moment than replied. "Inuyasha I would have left to die as he did me, but you…you I would have saved."
He furrowed his brow in confusion. "Why would you have me spared?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Because you have never done me harm Sesshoumaru, or at least intentionally. Your brother has done it many times and more likely than not will continue to." I replied casually.
"Even though it was my father who…"
My eyes locked with his then. "Say it demon lord…it is not the word that can do me harm." I pointed out.
"Even though I am the son of the man who raped you."
"The sins of the parent should not burden the child. That if nothing else, is the reason."
Sesshoumaru regarded me for a long moment, as if for once he were finally seeing me, or maybe he was simply trying to understand me.
"I remember just before he died…my father told me a story about human women… and of quote 'a miko bitch' he taught a lesson to." His words were careful, as if he were wary of what my reaction might be.
"He said she was a stubborn wench, who never realized her place until he was through with her." His eyes then met mine and he finished. "If it means anything at all miko…know…that he was wrong."
And at that he melted back into the shadows. My eyes remained in the spot where he had been and I shook my head thoroughly confused. As the attendants reappeared with a two-piece white and gold ensemble I could not help think to myself.
Wasn't I lucky to be held in such high regard of immortals?
I paced the length of the room to pass the time. The room had been carved into the stones and then painted a rich dark gold. The glow of the firelight danced along the wall making the vibrant colors stand out all the more, in ways it reminded me of Egypt.
Even more so were the gold bracelets and anklets that jingled as I moved. Tiny gold beads had been strung in my hair and made a surprisingly pleasant sound if I shook them. I ignored them all as I continued to pace.
"Would you do that all night if I let you?"
I whirled around, the silk of my skirt rustling, as I tried to find the source of the voice. A man that one would have called a Greek god was casually reclining in a chair not far from where I paced. His face was hidden behind a mask that also hooded behind his head covering his hair.
His sculpted chest was bare and seemed to glow. Muscle laced his long arms and could tell from his long slender fingers he had a grip as strong if not stronger than my own. He was covered from the hipbones down by a skirt the masculine version to the one I wore. Both were fashioned from Egyptian designs.
He regarded me calmly as if he thought the battle already won. "Do I meet your approval?" He asked.
"I could ask my lord the same." I replied with a scowl. His eyes wormed their way up and down my body and he then replied.
"There is much to approve of my lady."
His voice was smooth and velvet thick, and I forced myself not to shudder. He seemed the type to go for reactions, a provocateur of sorts.
"You did not answer my question dear Kagome."
I let my eyes level with his before saying. "I need not your permission to do something so natural to me."
I then returned to pacing, which in fact was natural to me, another unfortunate side effect of my imprisonment. It was one of the few things I could do in my cell to pass the time, and was something I do now when agitated.
"I was forewarned of your…candor my lady, quite frankly I find it charming. However you still did not answer me." He declared.
I knew not well enough his temper to risk what he'd do. I already was on unfamiliar territory, even I knew when to not push my luck.
"…Yes, I would."
"Then we will have to rectify that with a compromise, I believe introductions are in order and what better way than with a dance."
He rose fluidly from his seat and towered over me at 6'2". I tried to take a step back but he was upon me before I could take it. My hand was in his and he tried to pull me closer to him. I put my hand on his chest to keep our bodies from touching.
But the moment I touched him a jolt went through my body, one that apparently went through him as well.
"Interesting reaction little one."
He declared and this time I could not stop him from drawing me into his arms. He led me in the dance, his movements surefooted and graceful, and for once I followed a lead. He smelled like ginger and embers, the scent were so thick it was hard to breath in deeply around him.
"Why have you brought me here?"
He looked down at me. "I would think it quite obvious."
"Humor me." I implored.
"For many ages I have been searching for a creature strong enough to be considered worthy of me. When I heard about you I could barely believe it. It had seemed to good to be true."
Before I could stop him he dipped me, forcing me to cling to him. He smiled then and brought his face within centimeters of my own.
"And yet low and behold you are as real as I."
"So you just wanted to screw me?" I asked when we were both right side up.
"Not in the way your making it seem, but yes." His grip on my wrists tightened. "And I will."
He forced me from him so fast that it made me stagger. Before I could catch myself, one had grasped my hair and pulled my head back. The last thing I knew was a sharp impact at the side of my head and then I saw naught but darkness.
Moments later, when I came to I found I could not open my eyes. He had blindfolded me. I tried to move but my wrists and ankles had been bond. Before panic could overtake me, I pulled at the restraints testing their strength.
"Now do not squirm just yet my lady," A voice cooed, and I realized it was my tormentor.
I did not have time to respond because he was already beginning to remove my clothes. I snarled and fought against his grip but he held me down with one hand.
"If you fight me, it will only hurt more." He seemed to think about it then said. "Actually, that may not be so had."
I had seen his member hard and ready under the silk fabric before he'd knocked me unconscious. And somehow I knew he was larger than any man I had ever seen. Let alone had experienced. I tried to say 'no' as he began to force my legs open, but he buried himself inside me with a single thrust. I screamed out then, the pain nearly blinding me.
A haze covered my mind's eye so that even then I could not know what he looked like. I heard him give a husky growl and began to move inside of me, slowly at first as he reveled in the tight sheath of my body. There had been no preparation for this, and he was too large for me.
He began to quicken his pace then, as if he just wanted to spend himself inside me and then be done. It was all I could hope for.
Scream for me again Kagome. He purred in my mind.
I shook my head angrily, snarling as I tried to break free of his grasp. He paused while still inside of me.
"No. You will not scream for me." His voice was playful and almost quizzical. "How foolish of me to think you would yield so quickly."
He pulled himself out of me so quickly that I gasped. For a moment I lay panting then again tried to break free of my bonds. But no matter how hard I pulled they would not give. Worse off, they were magicked like the chains in the dungeon, and I couldn't shift out of them.
The haze over my mind's eye lifted enough for me to see around me. He still wore his mask and he appeared to my right. My sight was still blurry but I made out a box in his hand.
"I am letting you see this my lady because I have a very special present for you."
He opened the box and I saw that it was lined with black velvet. But there was something on it; it glistened like steel and some how I recognized it as a blade. It glistened as brightly as star and the deadly edge smiled at me.
"No." I whispered and began to pull at the binds.
He ignored me and began to draw the blade down the length of my arm. It was then I knew how sharp the blade was because seconds after the edge began to kiss my skin, a fiery burn settled over my skin. Because the blade was so fine, to be as painful as he wanted it to be it had to be done slowly.
On top of that this creature was making designs in my skin. I felt a curling loop, peaks and valleys as if he were spelling something out. But before I could figure out what he put more pressure behind the point and traced a sharp line down arm. I gasped and fought the urge to jerk which would send the blade ever deeper into my flesh.
"Oh don't you like it." He asked. "What a pity." He cooed.
He began tracing a line down the hollow of my throat, then around the edge of my breasts. Swirling inward to the nipple and then back out. I panted and squirmed trying not to make the damage worse, but I could not remain still from the searing burn of it all.
He did the same with my other breast and then began to lick along the trail of it before capturing my breast with his mouth. I shuddered and I could almost feel him smile. Then the blade began to trail downward. He traced long slender lines down my stomach and then my hips. When I realized his path I cried out.
"By the Goddess, no! You can't."
I declared my voice rising as I fought desperately to break the ropes, blood was beginning to pool on them. I hadn't even realized he'd cut my wrists as well.
"Oh but I can." He said while with one hand he again pried my legs open again.
"Please…don't do this! By the Goddess in all the heavens!" Tears were beginning to sting my eyes. "I beg you…do not do this!"
He ignored me and with enough force to send my mind for a loop he plunged the blade into my woman's core. I screamed then, enough to make the rafters shudder and anything glass around us shatter.
I screamed as if my very soul would pour out of me and end my pain if it were loud enough. My mind could not comprehend, my body refused to accept. I squirmed and tried not to buck with the blade still inside me but for all the heavens what else could I do. Goddess the pain, he was tearing into me, cutting into me.
"I like my bitches tight Kagome, but not too tight."
He stabbed the blade into me once…twice…and then a third, each time drawing the blade out slowly. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like I was being torn apart from the inside. He pulled the blade out; only replace it with his still swollen member. He entered me with enough force that I tore into my own skin with my nails trying not to scream.
For a moment, I was frozen in pure pain and terror. And then he began to move again. Slowly at first, taking long deliberate strokes as if trying to coax me into accepting him. But I couldn't. The pain might not have been as worse, but they tore through my heart. Killing what was left of it.
Then his pace began to pick up, and I could not stop the small whimpering noises from escaping me. I could feel his pleasure, could sense his morbid intoxication as he fed on my agony. Every downward thrust sent another wave of fire through my core. And as he sped up the pain grew worse, I could feel him reaching his climax and knew that I could not hold it in anymore.
I screamed just as he reached his limit. The sound was ripped from my body just before I felt a pair of razor sharp fangs bite into my neck. My body froze and I winced as he bit down harder. With husky roar he buried himself inside of me one final time.
When he pulled away from me I could have cried for joy had I not been in so much pain. When he was no longer so close I could smell my own blood thick in the air, felt it pool around me as it slowly flowed from between my legs. Tears streamed down my face as I could only imagine what had been done to my womb.
I did not know where he had disappeared to till I felt his tongue at my heart. I jerked but he stilled my body with his large hands. His tongue played with the bloody folds of my core and I could feel his smile against my skin.
"…No." I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken from screaming.
But he ignored me. I felt his tongue inside me and I whimpered in pain. He lapped at the gory mess like a cat with cream; and I swear even now I thought he was purring. Again I tried to fight him, but all he did was force his tongue deeper inside me.
I must have made some pleading sound for he pulled away from me. Seconds later the blindfold was removed. My vision was so drenched in crimson that I could make out his form. Wiping away the blood from his chin he appeared before my face.
But like everything else was slowly becoming a blur. All around me color was washing away into dim shadowy grays. To cope my mind was taking itself into Chaos, and soon I would join it.
"You did well my lady, very well for your first time. But do not worry, there will be many more."
I shook my head at the very thought. Ignoring the pain throughout my body I tried again to free myself, it was half-hearted at best. I had almost no energy left.
"So you still have strength yet my dear."He declared and came to sit by me. "That can easily be rectified."
I saw the blade inching towards my throat again and whispered. "Please…don't…"
There was a crash and an angry battle cry just before my world turned to shadows.
A/N That is the end of chapter four and it will be the last chapter on memories written in Kagome's point of view at least. Or at least her point of view written with 'I' or 'me'.
DON'T ANYONE DARE FLAME ME FOR THIS.
I warned several times. And I would like to state that writing this was not my idea, blame shrinks who find it 'therapeutic'. I did not jest when I said Kagome and I shared many things in common in this story.
This chapter is for all those who lost their hearts likes this. You are not alone.
