Hours later- when the pink-ish orange rays of early dawn began to stream through her window, Kagome lay where her father and brother had left her. Her body hurt in ways that she had never imagined before in all the hellish years of her father abusing her. Her throat and mouth felt more than sore. They felt...distended? As if she would never get the imprint of her father's hard length to leave the abused soft tissues.

There was dried and flaked semen caked onto the skin around her mouth, neck and chest from where she hadn't been able to swallow without choking on the horrible tasting fluid after her father had used her mouth again.

But what was worse was the pain between her legs.

It had hurt before, when Souta had taken her roughly, tearing her innocence away in one of the worst ways imagineable. But he hadn't hurt her nearly as bad as her father had once Souta had finished raping her. While her brother was still considered too small to do any true damage, her father on the other hand- wasn't. And as such had torn her so badly that for a little while, she had passed out from the pain.

However she hadn't managed to stay unconscious for long before her father had gotten pissed and started slapping her in an effort to wake her. And when that failed, he had pulled out of her body and then forced himself into her other hole, causing her to come awake with a loud, pained scream of agony as she felt the flesh of the small opening ripping apart under her father's minstrations.

She completely missed Souta's flinch and look of abject horror as their father continued raping his sister's ass while slapping her bleeding pussy while she wailed and screamed and cried until she couldn't breathe and inevitably passed out again. And by the time she had finally been left alone, she was in far too much pain to even move.

Her private areas felt as if someone had taken a knife and then a blow torch to them. There was more ckaed semen and dried, flaky blood smeared on the inside of her thighs and the back of her legs as she lay on her bedroom floor, whimpering/sobbing softly so that her father wouldn't know that she was awake now.

There was no telling what he might do to her if he knew she was conscious.

Hearing soft footfalls moving along the hall outside of her bedroom, panic gripped her in it's suffocating grasp for a moment as she feared that her father was going to return so shortly after leaving her lying in her own blood. Closing her eyes, she made an attempt to curl in on herself as she heard her bedroom door open and then close with a near silent 'click'.

"Gome?" Souta's voice said in a hushed tone as he stood there with the warm, wet wash cloth that he had brought with him to help clean her up, oin one hand. And a small glass of water in the other.

However Kagome didn't respond to his voice as she once did. And he knew why. He was the one person in this hellhole that she had once upon a time taken comfort in and loved despite the weird preferential treatment their father gave him and now- now he was now a monster from her worst nightmares.

And he knew that she didn't understand the why of things.

Souta however had managed to overhear their father on the phone a few minutes before he had gone to bed and now knew the why of things, and none of it sat well with him.

His father was going to sell his sister to a family of three males to be raped, abused and...bred? Like an animal. Or at least that was what he thought his dad had said. And though he hated the very idea because it made him feel like throwing up knowing that she would be somewhere where others would treat her the same way their father did until either they tired of her or she died-

He was seven.

And there was nothing that he could do about it except hope for a miracle.

Knowing that his sister didn't want him anywhere near her after what he had done to her earlier, Souta moved to set the wet rag down along with the water so that she could reach them and then left her alone and went back to his room where he lcoked himself inside and quietly cried for his sister.

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The moment that he hung up the phone, gold eyes flickered to the two young males sitting across from him in his study.

"Is everything almost in place?" He asked curiously as the eldest of the two males, both his son's answered him.

"Everything is almost complete, father. The bedroom has been painted, decorated, toys, books, and clothing have been purchased. All that's left is to meet the girl and figure out how to proceed."

"We will know what to do once we acess the dmages done to the little onna." The father said carefully before glancing at his youngest son who had been the one to be the first to notice the little onna's possible problem and had come to them asking for their help to save her after telling them about the bruises and other things that he had noticed in his classmate.

Kagome Higurashi, his youngest son had been quiet taken with her when they had first met.

His first day at his new school had left his youngest feeling more than a little nervous, but by the end of the day all he could take about was Kagome, Kagome, Kagome.

She was quiet, shy, kind, but most of all she had made his youngest son feel more comfortable among his peers. She wasn't mean to him, didn't make fun of him, she didn't scream or act disgusted by him for being part human and part demon.

All in all, from what the boy had said of the girl, she sounded like a fairly decent person.

It was for this reason that he and his eldest son were willing to stake their family honor to help her by pretending to be the very kind of monster's that she already lived and dealt with daily.