Joanna: Lets get on to this pain filled chapter! I don't own YYH! ENJOY!
Joanna: By the way im grounded right now but I had to put this chapter up
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LAST TIME

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.

THIS TIME

Horror 9: An Eternity Of Pain?

Sankichi walked calmly to you, as though he had all the time in the universe to torture you and maybe, he did. He pulled out a knife and held its glinting silver up in the light. You swallowed a sob as he came nearer.

"This is one of my favorite blades," he said proudly. "It's helped me cut up countless people. Sharper than a razor; I barely need to touch you with this to get it to cut you."
"So it has good forging," you tried to nonchalant and failed to keep the fear out your voice.
"You'll see for yourself what it has," Sankichi smiled that stupid pearly smile.

He held the tip of the blade less than a centimeter from your chin. He moved it down an inch and you felt the skin part and blood drip from the wound. Your body stiffened in its very uncomfortable position on the iron rack. Sankichi moved the blade slowly down your body, cutting away the useless fabric of your clothes. You strained and struggled in the chains but only managed to move in the direction of the sharp knife. You got nicked on the stomach above your abs. Blood oozed out in a slow race down your body. The ripping of your clothes sounded far away and unreal as your pulse pounded in your ears. Sankichi cut open your sleeves and tore the remains of your shirt off your body. He cut your bra straps and yanked that away as well. The force of the yank jerked you against the bonds at your wrist and ankles and you let out a low whimper. Sankichi cut away your pants and undies, leaving you nude and very uncomfortable on the holding device you were on. The fact that your back was unnervingly arched outward was bad enough. Now you had to do it naked.
Sankichi smiled but didn't put up the knife. Instead, he plunged it between your lower ribs and pushed it in to the hilt. The pain was quick and hot and left you gritting your teeth and shutting your eyes tight. He slowly pulled it out, cutting more skin, and held the bloody blade to the light. Kurama's chains clanged as he tried to get free. Some of his older wounds were already healing up, like the stab wound when he gave you an escape chance. His mind was racing on how to get Sankichi away from you longer. Surely someone was coming to help, but how could he stall…he had an idea.

"Forget backstabbing, Jessica was a bitch. Probably found a better lay than you and that's why she sold you out to the townspeople," Kurama said as coldly as he could.

Sankichi froze in mid-motion of stabbing you again. You watched as his yellow red eyes clouded over in pure rage. Your own eyes widened in fear of what he would do. He grit his teeth, his grip on the blade doubled. The cuts in his skin had started to heal, one was completely healed, but the other still bared the red fire within. It flared brightly, like some live thing. Sankichi plunged the knife into your stomach, the tip indenting into the metal behind you. You yelped. He turned to Kurama and stormed over to him, pulling another knife out. Kurama, scared as hell, managed to put a cold smirk on his face. Sankichi stabbed Kurama in the heart. Kurama's eyes widened. He could feel the frantic beat of his heart trying to work around the intruding blade. Blood pumped faster through the damaged muscle. It seeped out of his mouth in a stream of red. Sankichi punched Kurama in the face repeatedly then he hit him in the stomach. He pulled another knife and held the point under his jaw.

"Keep on talking, pretty boy, and I'll make sure you never talk again. Whether I have to cut your tongue out ever hour or not," he threatened.

Sankichi pushed the blade up with strength that seemed to come from nowhere. The blade went through Kurama's mouth, up past his nasal cavity and into his skull. His mouth was pinned shut. His optical nerves were cut; his eyes bled and his sight faded in one eye only. Apparently only one was cut. Blood was still rushing from his heart and seeped out of his closed mouth. Some of it even came out the bottom of his jaw, sliding along the blade to the hilt. Kurama shuddered in his shackles unable to breath, unable to escape. Unable. To. Die.

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The man that succeeded in capturing the other three spirit detectives laughed. He gave them all a bow.

"Amazing," he said. "I never thought I'd get the next victims to enter here. Much less this easy."
"You stinking fraud. No wonder you're stuck here," Yusuke said.
"Although I may be deceiving, I am no fraud. I do have access to every room and everyone," there was a hint of anger in the tone.
"Suuure," Kuwabara said, catching on to the trick.
"Hn, the idiot over there," Hiei motioned with his head to Kuwabara, "Could find them faster."
"Keep talking short stuff and I'll eat through this stuff and beat the tar out of you," Kuwabara growled.
"Such an incompitant can't outdo me; I am the great Orla. Watch," Orla said.
"Orla is such a chic's name," Yusuke said.
"Orlando," he said, "Orlando is my full name."
"Nah, Orla better suits you," Yusuke smirked.
"Be silent," Orlando said and flicked his wrist in Yusuke's direction.

The taffy stretched up to cover his mouth. Orlando nodded in approvement and walked over to a large computer with an even bigger screen above it. He turned it on and turned to the guys.

"What are your friends names?" he asked.
" and Kurama," Kuwabara said.
Orlando typed their names in the computer and came up with nothing, "They're captives aren't they? Not originally meant to be here. Do you know their captor?"
"Some punk Sankichi," Hiei answered this time.
"Oh dear. They are under the care of Sankichi? That's too bad for them," he said and typed into the computer. "Watch the screen."

The guys flicked their eyes to the screen. Several rooms appeared on the screen and Orlando randomly picked one. Touching the screen. The selected room came up to full screen. The room held only slaughter. Bloody red walls and victims cries. Monsters and monstrous being tearing their victims apart and torturing them to no end. Orlando shook his head and pressed a button on the keyboard, bringing the screen back to the mutli-room view. He picked another room. It was empty. There was a desk with a picture on it, a bed, and newspaper clippings but nothing more. The button was pressed again and Orlando selected another room. It was a long room, with various camera angles. Orlando saw the blackened form of Sankichi and touched the screen where he was. The full screen view showed you and Kurama in your bonds and Sankichi standing between you two.
The guys gasped and moved in their bonds. Horrified to see their friends condition.

"The girl is lucky," Orlando said, "He hasn't started on her, not yet. However, judging the man's condition he recently finished. And apparently couldn't keep his mouth shut."
"No! He'll be killed," Kuwabara yelled out.
"Think about where we are and what you just said, baka," Hiei said.
"Yes, no matter what the damage, one will never die. Not in Purgatory. Even if your heart is cut out, you will heal," Orlando said.
"Where is that room?" Hiei asked.
"Heh, one of the higher levels. No matter. After I'm through with you all, I'll let you join your friends in Sankichi's hands."

Orlando laughed, deep and joyous. Yusuke struggled to get free of the goop around his face. Hiei smirked.

"You've been so helpful," Hiei said.

Hiei drew his sword, cutting free of the taffy and charged Orlando instantly. He hit him with a diagonal slash that severed his head at an angle. Orlando had a surprised look on his face then stuck his tongue out at Hiei.

"Beheaded or not, you're not getting out of here. I'll have my time with you," the head said.
"Sure. Whatever," Hiei said and cut the other two loose. "Let's go get to the others before any real psychological damage is done to them."
"Yeah. We only have so long before our bodies die," Yusuke said.

They ran out the room and through the door they came in. Back into the void, back into the darkness, and up the stairs.

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Botan sat, rocking on her heels, by your body. Koenma, as he had said, had the bodies brought into the room only ten minutes ago. He'd also brought extra blankets, to extend their time and for Botan to keep warm. She put a hand on your face and it was cold to the touch. She snuggled your blanket up over your face. She checked on everyone's bodies; they too were cold. She covered them all up completely and said another prayer for their safety.

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Sankichi turned back to you. Tears glistening in your eyes as you realized that Kurama was buying you some time. But time for what? You guys would be stuck here forever. The tears slipped over your healing face and dripped to your chest. Sankichi stood in front of you, even in your nudity you could see no sexual emotions in his eyes and thanked Buddha for it. He took the blade from your stomach and pointed it just above your heart. He slowly stabbed into the sensitive flesh of your breast and cut, agonizingly slow, down between your breast and under your right boob. The skin parted like soggy paper and blood rushed out. You watched your own blood leaving you and knew, that in here, you had virtually an endless supply. A voice in the back of your mind cursed at you. 'Don't you dare give up hope,' it said. You didn't know what to make of it. You cast a glance at Kurama who was making gagging sounds. Until the blades were removed, he'd forever choke on his own blood.
Sankichi got an idea and positioned the blade at the dip of your collarbone. He dragged it through your skin down, down and stopped at your naval. You cried out as he forced the skin open with his hands and bared your innards to the whole room. He reached in, his flaky burnt finger, and stroked your stomach and intestines. You eyes widened. He was touching things that should never be touched. You also noticed that you had an audience. Many eyes of the room were turned to you and Sankichi. You felt a sudden burning wash of pain and brought your focus back to Sankichi. He had your stomach in his hands and squeezed it tightly. He looked up at you, your blood spattered on his black skin, and smiled.

"I always wanted to do this," he smirked. "Watching your world from afar always made me jealous. This science class thing you have is very interesting. Isn't this what you do to pigs and frogs?"

You just looked at him. Eyes wide, mouth hanging open, and panting. Sweat glistening on your face and trailed down your body. Sankichi smiled at your response and grabbed a hold of your intestines. He stood up and stepped back, pulling the squishy pink tissue with him. He walked over to Kurama and trailed you guts around his body. His eyes widened incredibly wide. Sankichi yanked the knife out from his jaw and slit his throat. Blood poured down in a cherry wash down his body. He reached a hand into the wound and stuffed the end of your guts into his mouth. He grabbed the intestine with his hand in Kurama's throat and pulled the slick, bunchy tissue through the wound. Kurama threw up at the feel of the squishy organ sliding through his mouth and halfway down his throat. You threw up at watching Kurama endure that and the sight of him throwing up was just too much. Sankichi laughed. He uncoiled more of your guts and made another incision on Kurama's chest just under the ribs. He reached in with his free hand and with the end of your intestines and just shoved your guts around the inside of his body, tangling it with his organs. You both cried out in pain. These kinds of things should never happen to you. No one could survive it. Sankichi laughed, a purely joyous sound. At least he was enjoying himself.
You had another dry heave and wondered why none of you were passing out yet. You wouldn't be granted death, but surely at least you could faint. Sankichi walked back over to you, he had discarded his knife and from the sounds of Kurama's cries, he'd left it with him. He reached into your opened chest cavity and took hold of a rib. Using his strength he broke your rib off and showed it to you. He laughed and licked it clean of blood. You wretched and openly showed your distaste for him. He smiled and stabbed your rib through your throat. You cried out and gagged.

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The guys were running up the invisible stairs. Pushing past angry people and forlorn people. Some tried to make grabs for them but they all covered each other's backs. But they had to stop when a large man stood in their way. Half his face was hidden in crimson and one of his eyes looked deflated, but whole. He stared down at the shorter men.

"Move it," Hiei said.
"You've no chance," the voice was British, "To get past me nicely."
"Fine, forcefully, then," Yusuke said and lunged for the man.

He side stepped Yusuke's fist and grabbed onto his wrist. He lifted him up and threw him down at Kuwabara. Hiei jumped above the man, sword drawn, and moving for a normally killing blow. The blade bit into his head and slid in down to the hilt. The Brit bellowed and grabbed at Hiei. He threw him off his head and Hiei had a death grip on his sword. He used the large man's own force to cut his upper body nearly in half. Blood splattered and fell down into the dark abyss. The man's body collapsed and the trio ran up further.
Other spirits watching were smart and kept away. No sense in adding more pain to the already painful fact of eternal damnation. Screams erupted from all around them. They had no idea whom they belonged to and could only hope it wasn't you or Kurama. (AN: I'm so sorry to interrupt, but as I type I'm watching Gackt music videos…omg that man is so fucking hot! If I were sane I'd deny his existence. Surely someone as drop dead beautiful as he is can't be real. But believe it! He is! Ok, ok, back to the ficcy…just hadda voice my thoughts ; And his voice…omg…I love him!)

"How do you know how far up they are?" Kuwabara asked Hiei.
"I don't," he answered simply. "Just go with that gut feeling of yours. Do we feel any closer?"
"Actually," Kuwabara was silent for a minute, "Yes! They're somewhere ahead of us and getting closer!"
"Good!" Yusuke said. "Let's pick up the pace and get to them now!"

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Joanna: Oh man…can you imagine the feel of intestines in your mouth and sliding down your throat?

Yes, well, read and review everyone!