Once again, I couldn't have done this without the wonderful sassybratt9791! I have to admit I always feel like a dunce after she does the beta since her command over the English language is far superior to mine!

And with that, we're back to Kagome…

She'd been yanked out of the van the moment she felt it stop, immediately blindfolded with a cloth that smelled musty and gross, and frogmarched to God knows where. All Kagome knew was that the temperature changed from sunny warmth to an industrial cold as she was taken away. The buzzing of fluorescent lighting meant she was inside a building, but what good did that do? Tokyo was an enormous city with thousands of buildings. She could be anywhere.

"Stay here," rough-voice snarled and shoved her down onto an uncomfortably rickety chair. Kagome heard his retreating footsteps echo metallically before a door slammed shut.

She stayed alone, in silence, for what seemed like hours. She was incredibly tempted to take the blindfold off—she would have, if it weren't for rough-voice returning again. She could tell it was him by his angry steps. To her horror, he brought rope with him and tied her tightly to the chair and made sure to bind her hands too.

"You try anything funny," his low hiss tickled her ear, "and I'll make sure you regret it."

He left again with another slam of the door.

Kagome tried all sorts of things to keep herself mentally occupied: logic puzzles—which she was never good at, but she had memorised a few from the quiz section of the newspaper that her grandpa liked—, replaying scenes from movies and tv shows she had seen in her head, going over her shopping list for the week. But no matter how hard she tried, she quickly succumbed to her panic.

What exactly happened back at the apartment? Why would stopping an attempted break-in meant that she had gotten herself kidnapped? Where was Inuyasha? Was he alright? What about her mother, and her brother, and her grandpa?

What would happen to her now?

Kagome stewed in her thoughts for a long, long time. Eventually she got so tired of her mind running around in circles that she fell asleep in the chair.

She woke to an intense burning in her bladder. Oh, great. First she got kidnapped, then she vomited in her kidnappers' getaway vehicle, then they blindfolded her and tied her up so tightly that she could hardly move, and now, she needed to pee. Fantastic.

First, Kagome tried freeing her hands, but only succeeded in giving herself rope burns so painful that her skin felt raw and achy long after she stopped. Wriggling around in her seat didn't do anything either; she was strapped in pretty tightly. Rough-voice, whoever he was, seemed to know his way around tying knots. Just her luck.

Maybe that trick in the movies where the hero threw himself onto the chair he was tied to would work? The metal one she was trapped in certainly felt fragile enough…and she was dying to get that disgusting blindfold off and open her eyes.

But first, she had to stand up.

You can do this, Kagome. She planted her feet firmly on the floor and braced herself. Come on girl. Deep breaths.

She heaved herself up with a loud grunt, only to lose her balance and fall back in the chair. Her back hurt from being slammed into its metal frame.

Okay. No big deal. So you didn't get it the first time. Let's try this again.

Kagome spread her legs out further to better redistribute her weight and prevent another painful fall. Inhaling deeply, she tightened the muscles in her core and thighs, shot up, and threw her back, chair and all, forward. Though she staggered around drunkenly and her head suddenly swam, Kagome was able to keep it together long enough to stay standing. She cheered out loud.

Now to throw the chair against the wall—if she could find one, that is. From the way the sound in the room echoed when rough-voice talked, it was either a big room, a room with bare concrete and little furnishings to absorb sound…or both. The last thought was deeply disturbing. She didn't want to waste the time she could be using to engineer an escape plan by stupidly feeling her way around a place she couldn't see.

Unfortunately for her, it was her only option at the moment.

Steady there, Kagome tried to motivate herself. Nice and slow does the trick. She began feeling her way around the room with her bare feet; it certainly felt like concrete, but the kind of cold concrete that you'd find in underground storage areas or in those behind-the-scenes rooms restricted to the general public, like in hotels, supermarkets, and department stores. Which still didn't tell her a whole lot about where she might be.

After ages of blindly toeing her way around, Kagome stubbed her pinky toe on the seam between a wall and the floor. Finally! She rested her tired, aching back against it, grateful for the respite. Using her head (literally), she didn't feel any tubing or cables or wiring boxes of any kind that could hinder her plan.

Here goes nothing!

Kagome threw her right side as hard as she could into the wall. It achieved nothing but winding her and making her arm and thigh hurt from the impact. She tried again five more times with increasing might, until the pain in her side grew too great to ignore and she had to force herself to stop. Gulping in deep breaths, Kagome cursed, and held back frustrated tears.

Maybe she just needed more power behind her movements. Maybe she really just had to throw herself into the wall, and hope that the chair would shatter apart like they did in the movies. Kagome knew that was fool's logic, desperate logic, but it was the best she had at the moment. And anything was better than nothing.

She carefully padded backwards, hoping that she put a reasonable amount of distance between herself and the wall. She sucked in deep, bracing breaths, and counted down from ten. Steeling herself, she took off running and prayed that the impact wouldn't be as painful as it seemed like.

Except that she was totally wrong and all her little stunt achieved was managing to bounce herself off the wall and onto the floor with her legs in the air and it hurt so badly that all the air was knocked out of her and her mind went blank from the pain. How could she have been so stupid for even entertaining an idea she saw in a movie? Now she was not only blind from the thecloth, but blind in pain, with her entire body weight and the chair's pressing down onto her arms.

And to top things off, she lost control of her bladder.

Kagome cried herself to sleep.

She woke to find that she'd managed to roll onto her side in her sleep. Her arms felt numb, but at least she wasn't lying on them anymore, and the numbness helped to mask the aching from the rope burns on her wrists. Only now her throat was burning instead because of how thirsty she was.

Kagome spent an eternity lying there on the floor, flitting between varying degrees of consciousness. She heard someone open the door and curse her out—or was her mind just making things up?—and then leave. With nothing to do except stay still and swim in her own thoughts, time lost meaning to her, and her physical body seemed to float in space. The cold flooring wasn't doing her any favours and only numbed her further.

Kagome fell asleep again.

She was half-conscious when someone pulled her up and repositioned her chair back to its previous position, and her head had a hard time being readjusted itself. The person, whoever they were, scoffed in disgust at the smell of her dried urine, and left just as quickly as they came. Kagome panicked at the thought of being alone again. Even though they were her kidnappers, she desperately missed human contact.

She missed Inuyasha.

I'm normally not one for angst, so it sounds suuuuper bad for me to admit that I'm enjoying these awful scenes of her captivity…only time will reveal who the people who grabbed her out of her own home are, and why they're keeping her locked up…