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I'm sooooo sorry that it's been so long. But hurricane Wilma knocked out my power…so yeah. But here it is! The long awaited update! Oh and I might start writing a Gravitation story, but it's still undecided. So, tell me if I should or shouldn't. Anyways, on with the story!
Days came and days went, and InuYasha was slowly labeling Naraku's daily torture for him as a routine. As much as he hated to admit it, he was getting used to it.
Physically he could manage except for the pain left behind after a rough night. Otherwise his body would take care of itself. But the emotional scars left behind would stay forever, and never heal. They would gnaw at his sanity, seep into all the happy memories and suffocate them, leaving nothing but suffering and angst.
It was one of those days were InuYasha couldn't bottle it up anymore, couldn't hide the fear and hatred inside, couldn't keep it chained anymore. He found that more and more days were becoming like this, days of waterfalls of tears and eruptions of anger. There was nothing he could do about anything and he wished there was.
Deciding to go outside to try to calm down InuYasha took his a different route out of the castle. But on his way there a certain door suddenly intrigued him. He hadn't really heeded notice to it before, being that he had never come from that direction. The door had a small crack in it with a few scratches around it as if something was trying to rip the door out of its hinges.
InuYasha pushed on the door and surprisingly it opened. Inside looked much like the room he stayed in, but with no window. The bed was the same and the size of the room was a little larger. InuYasha walked over to a large section of wall and stared wide-eyed at a bloody handprint faded into the stone wall. Around it were other blood marks of some poor creature that Naraku might have caught before him.
On the floor there were more blood marks as if the creature had fallen onto the ground, or was pushed. InuYasha grimaced at the thought of what Naraku did to whatever made the markings and knew that whatever it was it was much worse that what he had been receiving. He traced his hand over the handprint, and his hand was only a tad bit smaller, meaning that whatever it was it was probably around his age when this happened.
InuYasha continued to stare at all the bloody marks on the wall and surrounding area and knew that nothing could've survived this torture it was put through. Deciding to look around a little bit more InuYasha moved over to the bed which had a crate beneath it. He squatted down and pulled out the dusted over crate and opened the lid.
His eyes widened slightly at what was inside. Chains covered in dried blood, whips, knives, spiked chains, every form of torture item one could think of. InuYasha quickly pushed the box back under the bed and walked and stood up. On the wall next to the bed where scratch marks, as if something was pushed against the wall and trying to get away.
Not wanting to see anymore of this InuYasha decided it best to get out of the room. He thought of the unfortunate soul that this was done to and made his way out of the room. But before he was cleared of the room's violent past he noticed more scratch marks in the stone. They were in a pattern as if marking off days, each line for each day.
InuYasha stared at the marks and concluded that the being that was captured for fifty-four days. With a sigh InuYasha went out of the room, pitying the creature that that was done to. He closed the door quickly behind him, as if to keep the history of that room locked away, trying to keep it from seeping out into the world. With another sigh InuYasha left for the outside, now only with the horrific images of what happened in that room.
Yeah, yeah I know it was short. But cut me some slack here it's three in the morning and I'm tired. So please review and also tell me if I should write a Gravitation story.