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LAST TIME

He yanked on the rope, you were pulled up higher on your knees and Kurama rolled over; still gasping. He swallowed hard, blood sliding down his throat. He closed one eye and clenched his teeth and tried to force air into his lungs but failed. His vision went fuzzy, and then grey….and he passed out. You dropped next to him, worried about your friends and tried to shield his body from anything Sankichi might try to do to him. Sankichi yanked you up and put Kurama's body over you. He pushed you forward.

"Keep moving to the back of the room," he ordered.

You grunted under Kurama's weight, but moved on. The room was big, bigger than the last one. You sighed and walked on.

THIS TIME

Horror 8: Pain Begins

When you reached the end of the room Sankichi knocked you to the floor. He hit you in mid-step, at the back of the knee. You were putting Kurama and your weight into the leg and when your knee buckled, both of you collapsed to the stained floor. You pushed Kurama's body off you and glared up at Sankichi. Oh yeah, anger was way better than fear. His fiery red flesh wounds stood in perfect contrast with the jet black of his grilled skin. He smiled down at you with the startling whiteness of his teeth. A dark look crossed his eyes that chased away some of your anger, leaving room for your fear. Your neck convulsed as you swallowed hard. Sankichi stepped forward and knelt by you. You eased back, nearly sitting on Kurama's lax form.

"So pretty…I shall have fun carving you up," Sankichi pulled another knife from nowhere.

Your eyes widened, more fear replacing your anger,. He drew the blade near and cut you free of Kurama. You eased back more as Sankichi brought his face closer to yours. You were petrified with fear as he hovered over your neck. He breathed along your skin. His breath, contrary to the scalding heat you expected, was actually warm. Gazing into his yellow red eyes you knew this was going to be Hell, or worse. He raised his face, his flaky lips hovering over yours. You tensed, ready to push him away when suddenly something wrapped around his neck and flipped him over you. A heavy thud resounded and he slammed into the floor.

"Run! Now!" Kurama yelled out.

You hesitated on leaving him. You looked at him and knew this would be the only escape chance. You dashed through the room; Sankichi's yells trailing you. You ran past the damned souls stuck here. The door was within sight when you felt a large strong hand grab your head. You shrieked when it lifted you up and stared into Sankichi's deaf pet monster's face. Your eyes widened terribly wide as you reached arms up to keep him from yanking your head off.
The monster growled in your face, its cold solid black eyes locked on you. You let your feet lash out and caught the creature in one of its large eyes. You felt the organ bust around your foot and saw the blood and a goopy clear liquid leak out and splash you. The demon monster yelled out, its hand convulsed around your head. You thought it'd bust; instead the creature stumbled to a wall. You made another kick and caught it in the other eye. It ruptured like the last and the beast slammed your head into the wall. It was rough, like sandpaper. It dragged your head along the wall. The rough bits grinding your face. You cried out in pain as the rough wall cut into your face. The monster yelled and pulled you off the wall. The left side of your face was a bloody ruin. When air touched the raw wounds it stung down to your spine. A tear escaped your eye and burned red with the blood as it slid down the torn skin.

"That's enough Beast. Drop her," Sankichi said.

The beast growled in reply and soon the ground was rushing up to meet you. You fell foot first to the ground but your legs crumbled under you and you laid sprawled out on the floor. The pain in your face made you feel weak all over so you barely protested when Sankichi grabbed your ankle and pulled you away.
You slid limply along the floor, the beast's growling, hateful figure fading from view as Sankichi dragged you back to the end of the room. You lifted your head up briefly to see Kurama sagged in some chains against the wall. He had a knife stuck in his right shoulder and a deep slash along his stomach. His eyes widened when he saw you. You felt a slight sting somewhere on your body. Kurama's lips moved as he said something but everything faded, got golden edged; dream like. Your head lolled to one side, facing Kurama, as Sankichi lifted you and tied you to a chair.

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"I take it you've all said goodbye and are ready to throw your eternal souls away," Koenma said.
"Let's do it," Yusuke said.

Koenma sighed. Everyone was sitting in his office. Koenma had tried one last time to talk them out of it, but they stuck with it. He got up and walked to the door.

"If you'll follow me then," he said and left.

The guys got up and shuffled after him. Koenma turned and lead them down a long hallway, large doors spread along opposite sides every few feet. The guys walked about a foot or two behind him. Following silently.

"We've been walking for five minutes, Koenma. Where are you taking us?" Yusuke asked, with illusions that the young ruler would ambush them in a room to keep them from taking the journey.
"To the only room here that allows people to travel to Purgatory," Koenma said and stopped. "Here we are."

He looked up at the door, a wistful look tainted his features. The door opened and a man stepped out holding the upper body of another. He gave the barest of nods to Koenma and came fully out the door. Another man held the unconscious one's feet. His lax form sagged in the middle. They carried the body down the hall the group had just come from.

"What happened to that guy?" Kuwabara asked.
Koenma sighed, "Others had wanted to try and retrieve kindred spirits from Purgatory and lost their own souls in the process. Once it's lost, there is no returning. I only hope you guys will not be carried out like that."

Koenma took a collective breath and walked into the room. The guys followed at his back. The room was circular and large. It was noticeably cold inside; everyone's breath came out visibly. In the center of the room was a deep hole that looked to have no bottom. It was surrounded by railing, but enterable by jumping over it. There were futons lines around the railing, a good 10 feet away from it. Some futons had bodies in them, others were empty. One looked recently disturbed and the guys knew it was the man who just got carried out. Everyone looked asleep.

"Are they all dead?" Kuwabara asked.
"Close, but no cup cake. They're soulless. Searching Purgatory for someone," Koenma stated.
"So how do we do this? And why is it so damn cold?" Yusuke asked.
"The cold is to make it more comfortable for the souls to leave the body and enter the pit to Purgatory. Also for the rare few that return," Botan was helpful as ever.
"How could we get trapped in Purgatory?" Hiei asked.
"Two ways, ultimately one," Koenma said. "First off, you stay in long enough for the cold temperature to stop your body functions and kill it. Second would be to get caught and held long enough for your mortal body to die."
"How long does it take for this cold to kill the body?" Yusuke asked.
"Without the futon and the blankets, a few hours. But since we added the protection of blankets, you get at least half a day," Koenma said.
"Then lets do this," Yusuke said determined.
"Pick a futon and lay down," Koenma ordered.

The guys went to a futon, all beside each other. They got under the blankets and stared up at Koenma and Botan. The knelt down closer to the younger teens levels.

"What I want you all to do is close your eyes. Botan and I will free your souls of the body and then you head into the hole and keep going down. You'll enter Purgatory and remember that it starts at a bottom level and gets worse going up. You will only have 12 hours to get to and Kurama. Any long and your bodies may die and leave you trapped in there forever." Koenma said.
"What about Kurama and 's bodies? When we get their souls back here where will they go?" Kuwabara asked.
"We'll bring their bodies into the room. One of us will be with you guys for the entire time doing all we can to keep your bodies from dying," Koenma answered.
"Enough chitchat. We need to get going now before their souls are broken and they get trapped in there bodies or not," Hiei said.
"Yeah," Yusuke said. "Wish us luck."
"You'll need it where you're going," Koenma said silently.
"Good luck boys, I know you can do this," Botan said sadly, but hopefully.

They all closed their eyes. Botan and Koenma leaned over Yusuke and Hiei, Koenma between Yusuke and Kuwabara so he could do two at once. The held a hand over the guys' hearts and concentrated. Their breaths eased out of their bodies, in a unified sigh, and their bodies went totally slack. Dead. Soulless.
Hiei's soul wasted no time in going into the hole to Purgatory, Yusuke's was right behind him. Kuwabara's floated around the room until he realized he got left behind and then sped into the foreboding hole. Koenma said watched them go, although souls can't be seen physically with eyes, he knew where they were. He could sense it, feel it. Botan said a quick prayer and sat among her best friends' soulless bodies. Koenma stood. Botan looked up at him.

"Sir?" she asked.
"I'm going to have Kurama and 's bodies brought in here. I have work in my office to do, but I'll come back and check on you ever so often," he said.
She nodded, "Yes sir."

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You glanced around. Everything was still gold tinged and dreamlike. You actually smiled at Kurama, your head swaying. Your whole body would have moved but you were tied tightly to the chair. Your eyes were half closed. Your head dipped, as if you were fighting off sleep, every now and then, but you stayed conscious. Kurama turned to Sankichi.

"What did you inject into her?" he asked, anger flooding his voice.
"Just a little tranquilizer," Sankichi answered subconsciously as he looked among his tools. "You know, I think it'd be easier to go ahead and put her in position while she is powerless to struggle."

Sankichi smiled as he untied you from the chair. You just watched him with unfocused eyes. He lifted you up to a panel along the wall that was about pelvis high. On this table-like panel was a structure of cold iron. Sankichi sat you on your knees, folding your legs behind you under a suspended piece of iron. He laid your back against it. It wasn't back length and it made you arch forward. He took your wrists and put them into the cold bonds behind the contraption. He then spread your legs and hooked your ankles into the foot bonds. Your body arched outward because of the angle of your tied hands and legs. It was very uncomfortable. Blood was still pouring down your neck from your face wound and staining your shirt. Sankichi pulled on your arms and legs to check the bonds then turned his back to you and went to stand in front of Kurama.

"What do you think? Interesting looking thing, no?" he asked.
"What the hell is it?" Kurama asked.
"It is merely an iron holding device. It holds her at that angle no matter how much she struggles or fights. She can't break free," he flashed his startling white teeth.
Kurama swallowed loudly, "What are you going to do to her?"
Sankichi chuckled; deep, masculine, condescending, "My dear boy, it is you I would worry about. She isn't getting my attention yet. She is too drugged to cry out or struggle. She can barely feel her own pain."
"Why not keep me and release ?" Kurama asked.
"Why not keep you both and free no one?" Sankichi smiled.
"At least tell me why you wanted ," Kurama said. "Why you wanted us."
"By the look in your eyes I know you won't be satisfied with a grudge towards the living, will you?"
"I know that's not it," Kurama said.
"Do you? Our first meeting ever and you believe you know me well enough to say so?" Sankichi laughed again. "It was an amalgamation of women that trapped me. Took me through my own torture techniques and finally put me to the fires." He scoffed, "Women. Can you believe it?"
"Yeah," Kurama nodded his head. "So what, now you bear a grudge against women kind?"
"It's much more deeper than a mere grudge. An eternal hate, maybe."
"So why ? Why couldn't you just take her mom or little sister. Hell why not the neighbors? What is it about that makes you so hot about getting her?" Kurama asked a good question.
"Those many years ago, my last moments among the living, the woman who put the fire to my stake looked remarkably like her. Put her in the clothing of my time and the resemblance would be uncanny," Sankichi said.
"Well then why not hunt for her spirit and torture her?" Kurama asked.
"Because I loved her," Sankichi said wistfully.
"Did she love you?" Kurama asked, he was stalling, yet for what he didn't know.
"We were quite a pair. She'd even assist me with my hobby."
"Then why wasn't she killed with you? Why did she set you ablaze?"
"She knew of the union to destroy me, and did not warn me. My Jessica betrayed me to the woman of towns all around. Because we tortured all witnesses to death, no one knew that she was with me. No one ever found out," Sankichi had a remembering look in his yellow red eyes.
"Damn, Jessica sounds like a real backstabber," Kurama said.

Sankichi moved in a flash or black and red. Kurama felt his fist wallop his jaw, his head forced to the side. Sankichi glared at the injured one with a deep rage in his eyes.

"Never, ever badmouth Jessica. Or they will be your most regretted words," he threatened.

Kurama didn't say anything, his jaw was numb and he tasted blood in his mouth. He must have bitten his tongue. He glanced over at you, some of your focus was back, and your fear. It would only be a matter of time before the tranquilizers wore off completely.

M+A+Y+

Hiei, Yusuke, and Kuwabara stood around in the pitch black abyss that was a void area in Purgatory. They looked around; some tortured souls sat in their own imagined corner, some very mean looking people glared in their way. Hiei took lead and started walking up the steps he thought were there. Yusuke and Kuwabara walked on either side of him.

"Oh man can you sense that? This place is uber freaky!" Kuwabara muttered.
"So anyone got any plans on how we're going to find Kurama and ?" Yusuke asked.
"Use your senses," Hiei said.
"But all these doors…do we really want to open them all up and search?" Yusuke asked.
"Hn," Hiei said, lost in his own thoughts.

A door appeared ahead of them on the stairs. It opened and a woman stepped out. She wore a vibrant blue dress that pinched tight on her slender waist. The dress was ankle length and had slits on either side of the legs that go up a little past half her thigh. She had on matching stiletto four-inch heels. She had a bracelet of pearls around her left hand as it rest on her hip. Her right arm hung low. She had waist length jet black hair and desert sand eyes. She smiled down at the three men.

"Hello and welcome to Purgatory. I'm Orla. Need any help traveling this pit of hell?" her voice was a smooth low soprano.

Yusuke swallowed and Kuwabara stared up at her. Hiei eyed her suspiciously.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to find someone here, would you?" Yusuke asked.
"I might," she said.
"Hn, I doubt it," Hiei said.
"I know everyone here. Of course I can. Follow me," she said and turned.

Orla walked into the door she stepped out of. Throwing her weight into her walk; she knew how to move with four-inch heels. Her body swayed tantalizingly for the guys to watch as they followed her into the room. The door closed behind the last to enter, Hiei. He glanced back but that was all. The room was an all blue all around. Orla glanced behind her to make sure her audience was still following. She crossed half the room and stopped at a small entry way.

"In here is a com room. We have communications with every room and every person in here. I'm sure we'll find your friends. After you," she spread her arm wide towards the doorway.
"You first," Hiei said.
"As you like," she said and entered.

As soon as the guys walked in the small room. Goopy taffy sprung from every direction and trapped them in their places. It cocooned them all. Orla stood before them and laughed, a rich full sound.

"Fuck," Hiei whispered and glared at her.
"Why such a pretty lady?" Kuwabara asked. "You're too beautiful to be bad…who's responsible for this?"
"Fool, a seductress to lead us into a trap," Hiei growled.
"I can't believe it," Kuwabara muttered.
"Oh you'll really enjoy this one, boys," Orla laughed.

Before their very eyes, the breathtaking beauty of Orla melted away. The waist lenth black hair shortened to a bit past the shoulders. The eyes turned orange. The dress dropped to reveal a man's body rather than a woman's. Clothes rippled out the nudity to tight leather pants and an open black vest. The man laughed and it rolled off his tongue like silk. The guys' eye widened as they mentally slapped themselves for falling for this man's trap.

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You had finally metabolized the sedatives Sankichi injected into you and watched him fearfully. Kurama was a bloody mess. He had acupuncture needles sticking through his skin, and it wasn't for therapy. His shirt was a forgotten rag on the stained floor and Sankichi riddled him with holes. He took alligator clips and clamped them on one of Kurama's nipples. He pulled it out and twisted. Kurama winced and clenched his teeth to the pain. Sankichi wanted him to cry out again and again and Kurama would be damned if he did it. He held back the greater of yelps but couldn't fight off the hisses and whimpers. Sankichi took another needle and shoved it through the very sensitive skin of his nipple and Kurama yelped out. Sankichi released the nipple from the clips and it twisted back to normal, if not a little red. The needle stuck through his nipple like a piercing but hurt much more. Kurama had many other needles in his skin; a few through his left pectoral muscle, some through is right. Needles like ladders going down his abs to stop a little above his naval. Blood trickled down from each wound, every hole and still Sankichi continued.

"The great thing about Purgatory is that you heal damage remarkably fast," Sankichi smiled, "Which means when I'm through with you, I can administer my attention to there, and you'll heal away. When I finish with her, I can go back to you." He laughed, "It'd be an endless cycle of pain for you both."
"B-bastard," Kurama muttered.
"I know," Sankichi smiled.

He gripped a needle with pliers and ripped the needle out the skin, not pulling though the entrance wounds, but tearing the skin to free the needle. Kurama cried out as his flesh was torn open. Sankichi laughed, blood splattering him, and tore another out. You watched in horror, trying to yell through the gag that Sankichi put on you after you wouldn't shut up. You had yelled out obscenities when Sankichi started to torture Kurama and he gagged you to shut you up. Tears ran down your face as yet another needle was forcibly plucked through Kurama's skin. Twenty needles later and many cries, Kurama was needle free except for two. His torso looked like he'd gotten attacked by a wild cat; the flesh deeply cut and ripped open. Blood ran in a steady stream down his body to soak into his jeans. He let his head hang low, his breathing heavy and ragged. He definitely didn't anticipate the removal of the last two. Those were the ones in his nipples.
Sankichi smirked, a quick flash of dazzling white and then set the pliers to the right nipple needle. He put a hand to Kurama's bare bloody chest and ripped the needle out. Kurama cried out, his eyes wide. A painful shudder ran through his body and he slumped into the chains. His right nipple was split open and bleeding rather voraciously. Sankichi turned to the left nipple and slowly ripped it out. The skin stretched and stretched until it couldn't anymore. Then slowly it tore. Kurama hissed and yelped in pain as the needle slowly broke through the skin and freed itself. You watched in blurry vision Kurama's torment and couldn't do nothing. Sankichi patted Kurama's shoulders and turned to you.

"And now, my dear , it is your turn," he smiled.

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Joanna: You know the darkest. I'm not going to unleash that yet. Well, anyway, read and review plz tell me what you think