Disclaimer: We all know I do not own Inuyasha.

CHAPTER THREE

The ground did not welcome me, though I could not blame it for it was an unexpected encounter. I was injured but that was not going to stop me from escaping this prison. Rebellion had contaminated my body and there was no cure. I did not know where I was going to go, but the fact that I was clueless gave me a rush of excitement.

I looked up at the pathetic man who kept yelling my name desperately.

Goodbye Kouga.

As I turned to walk away,I heard the marching of men and figured it was Kouga's security. Damn it. How was I to pass through his security?

Run.

It was all I could think of. It was the only thing that processed through my head. So I did. My leg moved in front of the other and visa versa with vigorous speed. I did not dare look back, I just kept moving. My heart was pounding thinking for sure that the big masculine men would reach me, but they never did. Yet that did not stop me. Nothing could stop me at that point.

My lungs grew heavy and it became difficult to breathe. But I could not stop. My legs were no longer connected to my brain and they disobeyed me when I commanded them to stop. They wanted to reach someplace safe, someplace far away where I could not be found. But they had to understand that I could not keep up anymore. So, I collapsed. I did not know where I was and frankly I did not care. I was exhausted.

I did not want to wake up but I did. I knew that I could not stay here, for I would not survive on my own. I had to find a village, fast. I began walking imagining myself back at my home. Hours passed and I could feel the heated sun burn my skin. I noticed that vultures were following me, waiting for me to collapse so they could devour my flesh. I could feel insects crawling on me, penetrating my skin with their small teeth. The thick air threw dust at my already filthy clothes and face. I was starving and my throat was terribly dry. I had a feeling I would not last longer but that did not stop me from moving.

My prayers were answered. As I continued to walk I noticed ahead of me a village. I was overcome with joy and immediately ran towards it.

I was not really welcomed but then again I would feel weird welcoming a strange person with torn clothing into my home. As I walked around I was beginning to get strange looks from older men, but I paid no mind. I only came for food then I would be off again. I had little money and was able to buy a ball or rice and bottle of water which I devoured and inhaled in a minute. As I stood up, three men at the corner began whistling at me.

"Come here baby and I promise ya won't regret it."

"Ugh, disgusting," I scoffed.

"What was that?" asked one of them.

"I do not have time for you people," I merely stated.

"You people? What's the matta toots? Afraid we'll play to rough?"

I turned around and began to walk away. I could not waste time with these stupid idiots.

"Ey Hunny! What? Ya too good for us or somethin'?" he walked behind me and pulled my arm, forcing me to look at him. He was not an attractive person. His eyes were dark and dead and his skin was pale white. His dry, black hair covered parts of his face. You could tell he was the leader of the three.

"Let go of me, you," I demanded.

"The name's Naraku baby."

I only pushed against him in response.

"Ya know what we do to pretty lil' things like you, sweetie?"

I did not want to know.

"We sell 'em."

"You can not sell me," I claimed.

He only smirked and responded, "Wanna bet."

And before I knew it, I was out cold. Something had hit me on the back of my head and then it was dark. I had fallen into a deep, dark slumber.

I was awaken by water splashed onto me. I gasped and spit the water that had fallen in my mouth. How long have I been out?

"Get up," demanded a cold voice.

I looked up to the owner of the voice. It was a woman. She had long black hair that matched her eyes, followed with pale skin. I could not deny her beauty, and yet her face looked rather familiar.

"I said get up," she yelled.

I obeyed.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Silence," she said, slapping me hard.

I brought my hand up to me face, which was stinging in pain.

"You wanna know where you are?" she asked.

I only stared at her, afraid to answer.

She smirked viciously, "You're at a whorehouse baby."