"Welcome to your castle. Hope you like it," one of the guards laughed as they shoved him into the dungeon, removing his shackles.
Sesshoumaru turned and glared at the demon, but all of them had already left. He sighed and looked out the small barred window, gazing up at the moon. The bright crescent of light shone down mercifully, giving Sesshoumaru a small amount of comfort as he sat down and leaned against the cold stone wall.
"How long are we keeping him alive?" a demon asked, most of the conference still in the large open room in the main part of the castle. They all knew that Sesshoumaru's keen ears were just as likely as not to hear them, and they wanted to make him squirm if he could.
"I should say maybe a week," one suggested.
"No, two weeks," another said.
"A month," Satsujin replied. "Because that's how long it will take for me to break that stubborn whelp. He's too proud to snap under a simple beating. This has to be much more complicated," the demon grinned. "We're going to have to take him apart piece by piece, my friends. This is going to have to be a long and rather difficult task, but the end result will be well worth it."
The rest of the congregated demons grinned fiendishly as they thought of their plans, many of them chuckling evilly at their own particular ideas. Each of them was plenty willing to wait.