To Be Free Together

by ServerusDreamer22

He was broken, dirty, a slave for more then half his life. Due to be put down like the dog he is. Then she came a long and blew his world apart. She gave him hope, something that he feared. Fear was a long time friend. can she really save him? Is she really what she says she is? Or will he forever be a slave, only alive to please his masters. Hes too afraid to trust. But she isnt.

2. The Slave

I flinched as the doors to the elevator opened indicating to me it was time for my death. Anger filled me. Not fear but pure anger. All I wanted was to be free of this blasted life. No more abuse, no more being used how my masters saw fit. No more pain.

I looked up to my right arm and pulled. I cringed as the sharp points of my chains dug into my wrists causing blood to leak from my wounds. To my left the same. Both my arms held above my head shackled to the wall by my wrists.

I looked towards the door to my cage and watched as a shadow approached it. I dropped my head in defeat. This is it. My death.

Kagome slowly approached the cell door and reached for the file. As her fingers gripped the folder and pulled it from its home she released a baited breathe she didn't remember holding. Her index and thumb held the corner of the folder ready to open it. Her hands were shaking as if the paper could come to life at any moment and devour her. As far as she was concerned it already had.

She breathed in a breath and released it, turned the folder cover to the first page and began to read.

SLAVE NUMBER: 392684

BREED: INU HANYOU

SEX: MALE

AGE: 600 YEARS OLD (human years roughly 19)

HAIR COLOR: WHITE

EYE COLOR: GOLD

BODY TYPE: LEAN, FIT

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: TWO DOG EARS ON TOP OF HEAD

KIN: NONE

SLAVE TYPE: HAS BEEN PURCHASED AS PLEASURE, WORK AND USED AS SECURITY DOG

ABILITIES: ACUTE SENSE OF HEARING, AND SMELL. SUPERIOR STRENGTH AND SPEED

PAST OWNERS: AVAILABLE UPON PURCHASE

HISTORY: SLAVE IS KNOWN TO BE RESISTANT AGAINST COMMANDS. HAS TRIED TO KILL PAST OWNERS. UPON CAPTURE SLAVES FAMILY WAS DISPOSED OF. DUE TO THE SLAVES AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIOR THE POWER OF THE CONTROL COLLAR HAS BEEN INCREASED FROM 25% TO 65%. SLAVES TEMPERAMENT SEEMS TO OF STABILIZED DUE TO INCREASE. HOWEVER DUE TO SLAVES NUMBER OF RETURNS AND INCIDENTS IT HAS BEEN DETERMINED TO BE IN BEST INTEREST OF COMPANY TO EUTHANIZE SUBJECT.

EUTHANASIA DATE: August 23 2038

Kagome slammed the folder shut in disgust and panic. Today was August 23rd! she got here just in time. She returned the folder to the holder and approached the peek hole to the cage. Her breath stopped in her chest as she leaned forward and peered in.

Her hands flew to her mouth as a sob tore from her lips. You could see the innocence of the once soft blue eyes held fall away into hard angry tears. She shook as sobs and angry pained tears tore through her.

How could anyone be this cruel! She brought her hands to the door frame and gripped as hard as she could causing her finger tips to hurt.

Pain, anger, disgust, awe, so many emotions swept into her heart causing her sobs to grow at the site that befell her young eyes.

Chained to the wall arms above his head was the most beautiful yet sad creature she had ever seen. In front of her standing on tips of clawed toes stood a young male hanyou. Once white hair now hung in matted red clumps that had glued to his tan toned body. Blood from his shackled wrists had ran down his arms, chest and sides. Some areas dry from the air and other still glistened from the dim light peeking through his cell door.

His head was held low not looking toward her. How she longed to peer into his eyes. Just to make sure he was still breathing. She knew he was due to the rise and fall of his chest but she still needed to see his face. She had to be sure she wasn't too late and had missed her chance to help him. She opened her mouth and tried to form words but a small squeak just escaped causing the ears on top of his head to swivel towards her.

She released a breath. 'Good he's alive!'

She decided to try again. She opened her mouth and this time a small hesitant pained voice broke from her lips," are... Are. Are you ok?"

She gasped as his head jerked up to look towards the cell door and cold empty beautiful golden eyes locked onto hers. He stared at her for a moment then turned his head away.

She was holding her breathe again. Those eyes had frozen her. So cold. His stare was chilling like his soul had left his body leaving an empty shell. "I'm ... I'm sorry. Ill hurry. Just hang on." Kagome tore herself from the wall and smacked her hand on the red button causing a sharp pain to shoot up her arm.

She turned from his cell and bolted towards the elevator, slid top a stop and jammed her finger on the button to go to the lobby. She jumped in the elevator and pushed the main lobby button. This was it. She was on her way to confirm her purchase.

One moment she was a scared terrified little girl and now she found herself steeled and determined to get him out of this place as soon as possible. Home to her house, cleaned, fed and at least as free as she was able to give him. In that moment standing in the velvet blood elevator she came to a conclusion and steeled her resolve to complete it. He will be free. He will live and I will free as many slaves as I can in my life. It's time for this to end. No more.

I jerked my head up as I heard the buzzer to my cell go off indicating someone had chosen to purchase me. Panic filled my body. Not another one! Not another owner! I can't anymore I can't do this! I was so close to being free and now I'm back to slavery.

Who had purchased me this time? A man? A woman? Was I to be used as a sex toy again? To be raped and beaten for fun? Am I to work? Hard labor that would cause my body to break and bones to bend? More beatings by rich white women? Or for a child to poke me and pull my ears? I'm 600 years old! I shouldn't be afraid of children and women!

A growl escaped my throat. My eyes widened in fear as I knew what was coming the collar around my throat sent a shock through my body causing me to jerk my arms and scream. I bit my tongue to stop myself from making noise long enough for the collar to stop. I turned my head towards my wrists and sighed great now I had caused more damage.

My thoughts were interrupted as my cell door flew open and in walked a prep demon. A demon specifically trained to clean and prepare me for my new owner. I had no choice but to comply as the demon walked towards me and unhooked me. I fell to the floor in a pile of blood and matted hair. It's been week's sense I've stood on my own. It was painful and hard but I had to follow through, or the collar would be activated.

I forced my feet and legs to work and stood from the cold hard concrete floor. This was it time to meet my new owner.

The demon in front of me turned and walked from my cell. I took a step forward and let my head drop back down to the floor. My scalp hurt as my matted hair pulled at the roots. I followed my prep er out my cell and down the hall to the wash room where I would be washed, dressed and sent to the lobby to meet the owner.

I stopped in front of the wash room door and waited for it to open. When the door finally opened I was ushered into a cold shower. I watched as the freezing water trickled down my arms and pool at my feet in a red puddle.

I could feel the dried blood begin to flake from my skin and felt a hint of relief at finally being clean after weeks of living in filth and my own defecation. I released a breathe and let myself relax under the water. This was the most peace I would be allowed again. At least until I was returned and bought again.

I tensed as I heard the demon move behind me. My peace was over. The water turned off and I was handed a set of robes I had never seen before. They must be what my new owner must want em to wear. I fingered the material. It was soft! I had never been allowed soft gentle material such as this before! Normally I was fitted into course dull material that reminded me of a burlap sack.

But this was a bright red material that seemed to want to comfort me. I allowed it to. I gripped the clothes to my body and stepped from the shower and walked towards the shoji door to dress myself.

I set the robes down and pulled out the juban. It was soft clean and smelled of sakura blossoms. I felt calm and collected holding the article to my nose and in hailing. I tensed. This was all a facade to fool me into false comfort. The new owner would just tear the robes from my person and beat me for daring to wear them. But I had no choice but to dress in the clothing. I sighed and put the juban on hesitatingly. My claws could easily tear the fabric and the punishment for that could be devastating.

Next I picked up the hakama and slipped them on. I felt the tension leave my tight muscles in my leg's as the fabric caressed them. It was calming and I hated it.

The final article was the haroi. I slipped my arms through he sleeves and was in awe at the weight. It felt as if I was wearing air. Such fabric should of felt as if I had a sack of potatoes on my back. The way this robe m,ade me feel was delightful but at the same time disconcerting. I had never ever been allowed this. I had never felt fear such as this before. Meeting this new owner frightened me. And I hate it.

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