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We are just breakable girls and boys.
Ingrid Michaelson
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"Wake up sleepy head!"
Kagome woke up to the feeling of hands roaming her back and teeth tugging at her lips. She moaned, tried to stretch, and sucked in her breath when her back protested. Curling up again, she felt the large hands rub her back harder and realized she was once again on his lap.
"Time to get up sweetheart, we're finally home!"
Opening the car door, Muso easily managed to get them both out and hold her against him while she blinked up at the building before them. Kagome ignored him momentarily, struck by the site before her. The place was every girl's worst nightmare, almost straight out of a horror movie.
The ominous building was huge, with at least eight rooms visible from the front and countless broken windows, screens, and plants crawling all over. The grayish paint was peeling in various places, the roof was missing in one corner, and not a sign of life was visible. Adding to that was the fact that they were in the middle of a forest and the sign above the door read 'St. Charles' Hospital.'
"A hospital?" Kagome licked her parched lips and looked back at Muso. "What is this place?"
"It's an abandoned wreck, to be honest, but it used to be a hospital for the mentally disturbed." Muso shut the car door and surprised her by swinging her up into his arms. "Don't worry, I've got the best rooms fixed up for us, and it really is abandoned. No one has come here for months."
"You own a mental institution?" Kagome asked, feeling her sense of dread intensifying the closer they got to the front door. The fact that the doors were missing and the building looked somewhat like a screaming face did nothing to improve her condition.
(- What kind of nut is he? -)
"Well, technically, my grandfather owns the property, but he forgot that there was anything important on it years ago." Muso shrugged, "And now to cross that threshold and start our lives together."
"Oh god," Kagome tried to squirm but stopped with a gasp as his arms tightened tightly around her.
"Behave," Muso mumbled, squeezing her waist especially hard, knowing she would relax, if only to avoid hurting her child. However, the very thought of her child made him even more annoyed and had him holding her tighter. It wasn't until she gave a soft mewl that he realized just how strong his grip had become and he eased it again.
"Sorry babe, but this is it!"
Muso set her feet down and steadied her when she swayed, watching her try to control her growing terror. It was a look he'd seen various times, and just like before, he was pleased with how the sight warmed him inside. It wasn't that he wanted her to be terrified of him. She just needed to understand her place now, and if a little scare could help prove his point, then it couldn't be that bad. All the others had been afraid at first too, until he showed them how much he'd loved them. It wasn't his fault they'd eventually misbehaved and had to be punished.
Looking down at the woman clutching the blanket at her throat, he felt warmth spreading through him and smiled, chuckling at her jumpiness when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.
"Welcome home my love!"
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"So, how bad is it?"
Sesshomaru demanded, striding into Hiten's desk and taking a seat in one of the chairs, Miroku and Inuyasha followed, the latter shutting the door behind him. It was late and they had just left the apartment, but that didn't matter, what mattered was getting Kagome back.
"We'll find her," Hiten insisted, "Don't worry."
"I wouldn't be worried if I hadn't seen your expression when you spoke to your colleague." Sesshomaru replied, "I saw the look in your eyes and it didn't bode well. This man's dangerous, isn't he? Possibly delusional as well I'm guessing."
Hiten shook his head and dropped into his seat with a defeated sigh, "He's a fucking psycho."
"How psycho are we talking about?" Miroku asked.
"Killed his last five obsessions," grabbing the folder Souten had just handed him, he proceeded to flip it open and lay the pictures out on his desk.
Sesshomaru never blinked an eye as he took in the scope of the man's madness. Bodies and pieces of bodies were scattered all over the place in the photos. One had a girl's head lying beside her stomach. Another girl had been shoved into a small freezer. A third was floating in a river, naked, with wild bite marks all over.
With a curse, Inuyasha flipped it closed, only to be surprised when Miroku re-opened it.
"Don't spare us any details, if we're going to find this guy, we have to find out as much as we can about him, and his torture style says a lot." Frowning as he examined the images, Miroku whipped out his phone and searched his phonebook for a listing.
"Who're you kidding? We've got the top people working on this case and there's no connection between the causes of death so far," Hiten informed him.
Miroku shrugged, "Can't help to call around, a friend of mine's a specialist in forensics and let's just say she has a thing for wackos ok?"
Inuyasha frowned, "You're calling Yura?"
"Bingo!" Miroku turned and paced around the room as he left a message on her machine.
Deciding to bring them back to the topic at hand, Hiten continued with his explanations.
"If they disappoint him, he'll torture first, kill later," he pointed at one of the especially messed up corpses. "See those bite marks? They're from dogs. He let them at her for a while before finishing her off with the gun."
"One clear shot through the heart," Sesshomaru nodded. "He's serious."
Hiten gave a grunt, "Serious as hell, and Kagome's not one to take things lying down, she's going to try something, you know she is."
"Then we better get on track with that background check, I want everything, family history, as far back as we can go, parents, grandparents, great uncles and aunts if we have to." Sesshomaru shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside, "I'll get my people on it too."
"What? You think you can do better than NYPD?" Hiten scoffed, calling for Souten.
"I've got an advantage you can't beat," Sesshomaru replied as he flipped open his phone.
"And that would be..."
"Jaken"
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"There are three stories here, plus the basement, which used to contain the morgue. Our stuff is all up on the third floor, because that floor was where they kept the more deranged people and they had stronger locks there."
Muso ignored the shiver that coursed through her at that, stepping casually over a chain that was strewn across a step. He'd set her down and was now leading her by the hand, half-way holding her up. He'd known the effects of the drug would have on her and this lack of energy was normal. She'd be fine soon enough, but she needed to get used to listening to him, plus, walking was good for her.
"I'm tired," Kagome whispered, tripping again and falling into him.
"Our room's just one flight up and down a few hallways," Muso cheerfully slipped an arm around her waist and nudged her up the rest of the stairs.
By the time they reached the top, he was carrying her again, her body trembling in his arms.
"What's wrong with me?" Kagome whispered, listlessly resting her head on his shoulder.
"The drug has a bad after-effect sometimes, you'll be fine," Muso grinned, kissing the top of her head and whistling as he took a variety of twists and turns through odd-looking cells, cages, and passed various padded rooms.
"This cell used to hold a woman named Myriam, she wasn't so bad. According to her records, she was very motherly young wife with a healthy little girl of six months until she was raped and found out she was pregnant. She had a hard time dealing with the rape itself, but then when she found out she was going to have a baby, she went nuts. She not only stabbed herself repeatedly to kill her rapists' kid, but she also somehow got it into her head that her other baby was his too, so she killed that baby and her husband!"
"Oh my god," Kagome trembled and listened to his stories with a growing sense of dread.
He seemed so comfortable with the place, never mind his obvious enjoyment of the gory stories he was telling her. He stopped at a few other 'choice' cells and padded rooms, explaining with great relish how deranged their occupants had been.
"Of course we're talking years ago, this place closed down back in 1952, when the state decided it was unsafe and transferred all the people out. They put the land up for sale and good old grandpa bought it. After all, the property's good, even if there is a broken down institution on it. The land itself, with all the privacy afforded by the forest, is amazing."
"How private are we talking?" Kagome asked, grabbing onto his arm as he set her down again.
With a smile, Muso slipped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "As private as it gets sweetheart, we could walk around the house naked for months and never see a soul. This place has a bad reputation, so everyone stays away, I hardly think anyone remembers it anymore. Especially since the nearest town is a few miles away."
Still feeling queasy, Kagome gulped and pushed against his chest as his lips trailed down along her temple. "Muso..."
"Gods I've wanted to hear you same my name for so long!"
Tightening his hold on her, Muso moved towards her lips, following her as she shook her head.
"No Muso, please, we have to talk about this. We can't do it!" Kagome tried to push him away, sucking in her breath when his hand clamped down on her neck and held tight, effectively blocking any more movements she might make.
"Oh can't we? I've been waiting months to taste you," Muso's eyes flashed in the little light that came through the broken and barred windows. "I've had to watch you with that doctor and hold my temper, but not anymore."
Lifting his fingers from her neck, he squeezed her jaw, forcing her to open up, "Now I can finally have you all to myself."
Kagome's response was killed off as he set his lips over hers, taking her aback with his gentleness. Unlike the brutal ravishment she'd expected, she was surprised to feel him carefully tease her mouth, nibbling softly on her lower lip, giving her light, playful kisses. His hands moved to the back of her head, cradling it and moving her as he wanted.
Muso could hardly contain himself as he forced himself to go slowly. He'd dreamt of this moment for so long, he just wanted to feel her beneath him already, but he knew how terrified she was. If she was going to fall in love with him, he'd have to be gentle.
"I love you, god I love you."
Whispering over and over, he moved from her lips and covered her face with kisses and promises. He could feel her shaking, but she'd been doing that almost all night, and her breathing was uneven, which meant she was responding.
Indeed, Kagome was responding, but nowhere near the way he thought she was. The feel of his hands and lips was making her literally sick. Hitting against his chest, she begged him to stop.
"I'm going to be sick!"
The words seemed to snap him out of it and within moments she was rushed down the hall into a scraggly old bathroom. Kneeling in front of the toilet, Kagome felt him rub her back and hold her hair as she tossed up the little she'd eaten that night. Her body was wracked with shudders as she kneeled there, one arm tight around her stomach, the other gripping the seat for all it was worth.
"Poor baby," Muso cheerfully handed her a glass of water and had her rinse. "Let's get you into bed."
Ignoring her pathetic moan, he hefted her up and took her back to their room. Using his shoulder to flick on the light, he gave her another kiss on the temple as he let her really get a look around. If Kagome had been sickened before, it was nothing compared to how she felt as she looked around the room.
The walls were a veritable collage of her life, pictures of her with her friends, family, at work, at the park, all with the others' heads cut off, most with a picture of Muso's face glued over whoever was next to her.
"Stay here, I'll go get you something to settle your stomach," Muso sat her down on the large bed in the center of the room.
Patting her cheek, he turned and ordered her to behave while he was gone. "Not that you'll have any chance to misbehave. All the stairwells to the previous floors are locked tight, the elevator's powerless, and I've got the only keys. So just be careful if you go exploring, this floor's got quite a few dangerous rooms."
"Why are you doing this?" Kagome asked, biting her lip at the speed with which he turned back and came to her side.
Muso's eyes were surprisingly dark and serious as he kneeled and played with her hair, "I already told you, because I love you."
Pushing her down onto her back, Muso carefully lowered himself over her and nibbled at her lower lip, surprising her when he suddenly bit down hard enough to make her bleed, "To show you that you're all mine now."
Nipping at her chin and neck, he easily managed to secure her hands in one of his and trailed kisses down her neck, his free hand gently tracing her torso. He ignored her whimpers and shivering, his hand coming down to the end of her sweater and slipping into it.
"Oh god please don't," Kagome tried to twist away, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes as he shifted his body over hers.
"I'll do what I want with you, my sweet," Muso chuckled into her collarbone, his hand coming up to cup her left breast. "Why else would I bring you home with me?"
"But this isn't my home Muso and you know it- Ouch!"
A cry escaped as he bit down on her shoulder and squeezed her breast. Bucking against him, Kagome cried out again and was rewarded with his hand releasing her wrists and gripping her hair, forcing her head to snap back.
Muso ended his bite and came face to face with her.
"Listen sweetheart, let's set the record straight right now. I may love you, but I will punish you if you misbehave like you just did."
A broken whimper was the only response she could give him. She refused to look him in the eye.
"Look me in the eye when I'm talking to you," Muso ordered.
Inwardly cringing, Kagome gulped and hesitated for a second.
The second was too long for him, yanking her hair harder, he grinned as she finally made eye contact, "That's better sweetheart, just do as I say and you won't get into trouble."
"You should know I'm not the kind of person who takes orders well," Kagome whispered.
She was surprised by his chuckle, "Oh I know that."
Muso moved down to nuzzle the teeth marks he'd left on her skin, "That is exactly what's going to make breaking you so much fun."
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"Rayne Peterson was a twenty one year old acting student, worked a few part time jobs at a time, orphaned at the age of seven. He was sent to live with his grandfather in Westchester but had a hard time with the man's strict rules and lack of appreciation for his talents. He left home at the age of fourteen and moved to the city to act, only he apparently wasn't very talented and he couldn't make much money with the few casting jobs he got."
Clearing his throat, Jaken shook his head, "Not much to say about the young man, his grandfather still lives up in Westchester, in his mansion, and his estate entails also a vast amount of land in various places."
"So basically the guy has nothing," Inuyasha huffed and rubbed his eyes.
They'd been up the entire night, while Hiten and the NYPD looked up their leads, Inuyasha, Miroku and Sesshomaru had gone over to the firm where they could do their own searching.
Jaken shrugged, "Not really, the grandfather has a lot of land, but not anything that would prove helpful to the man posing as his grandson."
He continued, "As for the young man himself, I had his apartment searched but it was rather bare and my sources had to get out of the way when the police arrived. We did find a few books about acting, sewing, and things related to the craft but nothing of importance."
Sesshomaru gave a tied sigh, "What about the rest of his family?"
"That's just it," Jaken set down his files, "There is none, the only family he had was his grandfather."
"Then we'll just have to visit him," Miroku stated with a yawn.
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Huddled in the corner of the padded room she'd been set in, Kagome stared at the lamp hanging from the ceiling and rubbed her feet. She'd managed to get Muso to leave her alone for a bit after his promise to 'break' her by throwing up again, but that had made him angry, and so here she sat in a dank, musty-smelling room with padding all along the walls and only a dim light hanging above to keep her from total darkness.
She didn't want to think about her state of undress, the way he'd gotten her undressed, or anything that had to do with Muso; all she could think of was Miroku. She needed to get back to him.
(- What is he going to do with my baby? -)
Tears spilled from her cheeks as she rocked herself back and forth. The drug's side-effects had gone away long ago and she was wide awake now, but with no clue what time it was or where she was. All she knew was that she was half-naked with a pair of rusty old shackles holding each wrist down to her ankles.
(- Oh god I need to get out of here! But how am I going to get past him, and how far is civilization? -)
Rocking herself back and forth, she bit her lip against the sobs threatening to escape. Feeling sorry for herself would get her nowhere.
(- Not that I'm really getting anywhere -)
Footsteps approached from outside the room and the door was tossed open; Muso smiled and came down before her, kissing her nose quickly. "You hungry my love?"
Her 'no' was cut off as he shoved a banana into her mouth. He had been carrying it behind his back and he laughed to see her disgruntled look. "I figured, you've lost everything in your stomach, we really should replace it if your baby is going to be ok."
Biting into the fruit, she pulled her head back, ignoring the fact that her mouth was full as she asked, "So you do know I'm pregnant?"
"I know everything about you!" Muso tsked and took the shackles off her ankles, he left them on her wrists, using them with one hand to make her stand. "I know you plan to call the baby Sarah if it's a girl, but you haven't mentioned any names for a boy, and I don't particularly care for Sarah. We'll have to pick a new name."
"You mean you don't intend to hurt me?" Kagome had swallowed the banana but opened her mouth when he brought the rest of it to her face.
Muso surprised her by stuffing the rest into her mouth roughly, his sticky hand going to her neck as she gagged. His eyes became cold again, his smile now cynical, "Don't be so sure of anything, my dear, I'm still not sure I'm willing to accept another man's kid as mine."
Kagome spit out most of the banana, swallowing down what she could. She was trying to blink back her tears and catch her breath when he looked down at the food and shook his head at her. "Now why'd you have to go and do that? It's such a waste, and I do not condone wasting food."
To her horror, he turned her around and kicked her knees in, forcing her to the floor. Coming down with her, he held her hands in one of his and pulled back her hair with the other, forcing her head down to the banana. It was filthy in the room, the banana was ruined, and she grimaced as he shoved her down.
"Eat it."
"No!" Kagome shook her head, wincing as he pulled her hair.
"I don't care if you throw up again, you will not waste food!" Muso shoved her face into the food.
"If you know I'm going to throw it up then what's the point?" Kagome yelled.
Muso let go of her hair and reached for the banana, smearing it over her face and forcing it into her mouth. Kagome choked, tears streaming down her face as she was forced to eat the dirty fruit. She was furious by the time he was done, his sticky hand gliding down her neck and across her collarbone.
Contrarily, his fury seemed completely gone after he'd stuffed it in her mouth and he sat humming and tracing her skin. Feeling confident she was properly subdued, he released her hands, moving to hug her waist.
That was a mistake.
"Don't touch me!"
Blinded by her anger, Kagome turned and shoved her elbow into his jaw. Taking advantage as he fell over, she jumped to her feet and ran for the door, only to fall hard on her face when he grabbed her foot and pulled. Turning to kick him, she screamed as he twisted her ankle viciously. He caught hold of her other foot and yanked her back across the padded floor towards him, gripping her legs tightly while he crawled up her body and kneeled above her, sitting on her lower back.
"You little bitch!"
Grabbing the back of her bra, he roughly tore it off, delighting in her helpless scream.
"I am going to have to punish you for that!"
Ignoring her screams, he laughed as his hand ran down her back, this really was going to be fun.
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"I am sorry to hear about your plight, but I am afraid I cannot be of any service to you," the stately old man leaned against his desk rather calmly. "Indeed, I have known nothing of my grandson for some time now, I gave him up when he ran away."
Miroku sighed, rubbing his tired eyes roughly, "You can think of nothing, no one that he might have known while he lived here or any place he might have gone that you owned?"
"Rayne was strictly banned from any and all of my properties the moment he left," the man insisted. "Truth is the little bugger was a nuisance and a boor, I knew nothing good would come of that boy ever since he was very young. I am not surprised he was found on the streets."
"A pity," Sesshomaru stood from the seat he had taken, "that your grandson had to pass in such a manner, and yet I take it that you will not be too overset by it."
Mr. Peterson shrugged, "Hardly, it is difficult to feel any pity or love for a person who has brought one nothing but trouble, be they family or not."
Pulling a cigar from his coat pocket, he snipped off the tip and set to light it, "The truth is, that boy has been dead to me for years."
"Well, again, we are sorry for your loss and for taking up your time," Sesshomaru gestured for Miroku and Inuyasha to leave, "I will leave you my business card in case you should think of any place that he might have told a friend of, any good hiding place or vacationing spot."
"I'll keep in touch should anything come to mind," Mr. Peterson shook their hands as they left, giving Miroku a surprisingly kind look as he walked them to the door. "I truly do hope you find your young lady."
"Thank you sir," Miroku gave him a lopsided smile and turned to go.
As their car was brought to the drive, they stood waiting impatiently, upset over the wasted trip for nothing. It had been two days and still no word.
"Have you tried Adele?" Peterson called out as they climbed in the car. He was coming down the stairs as he spoke.
Miroku looked up, "Who's Adele?"
"Adele Watson was Rayne's lover," Peterson came down to the car and propped his hand against the hood. "She was a neighbor of ours who moved to New York city, I'd forgotten about her for a moment. She always encouraged his acting and was the person he went to when he ran away. She came to tell me, they claimed to be in love of all things. Imagine a fourteen year old boy in love. It was all rubbish, she wanted his money, or rather mine, but if anyone kept up with that boy it was Adele."
"Where do we find her?" Inuyasha asked.
"That is something I can't help you with," Peterson sighed, "I severed all ties with the both of them, but at least that may help. You'll just have to look her up yourselves."
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"How are you feeling?"
Kagome shuddered, unable to answer even if she'd wanted to. He'd stripped her naked after knocking her down and left her to rot in the padded cell for god-knew how long. The bad part of that had been when he'd taken the lightbulb. She had no clue how long she was in that dark hell hole, her pleas had fallen on deaf ears, and although she was pretty sure it had only been a few hours, it felt like an eternity. Had it been only the day before yesterday that she was joking with Shippo? It had probably been longer, hopefully not much. The only funny thought to have come to her mind during her stay had been that she sure as hell wouldn't be playing 'Pin the Tale on the Donkey' in her lifetime again.
She'd fought him again when he'd come back to the room and she'd heard the snapping of pictures, and this time her punishment had been much worse than being made to wait in a dark room naked. He'd enjoyed her kicking and screaming this time, despite the fact that she had gotten a couple of good blows in, he knew she wouldn't risk her baby. With a shove against the wall and a knee in her stomach, he'd managed to subdue her and then shackled her to a barred window.
Blindfolded and angry as hell, she'd screamed herself hoarse, both calling for help and cursing him while he'd simply laughed and walked by, touching her occasionally, usually just rubbing her stomach or chest. He'd slapped her a couple of times for using foul language, but then he just grabbed her by the jaw and kissed her too. He had fed her, and she'd eaten quietly, not willing to risk having to eat on the floor again. He'd enjoyed that too, teasing her by spilling on purpose, on her neck, and helping by licking it off. Her skin still crawled to think of it.
She knew that she'd spent at least one full day at the window, she could tell because she'd felt the sun on her back. Just a little, in a few spots, but there'd been no doubt about it with the movement and calls of birds in the trees outside.
She was too tired to care when he pulled her down and dragged her to some room with a bed. He wouldn't give her any clothes, but he did cover her with a blanket and let her sleep, her hands tied to her waist by a short rope so she couldn't take off the blindfold. The rope held her to something else also, she learned, and after falling from the bed she also realized he'd moved it into a padded room. Lying on the musty and less-than-cushioned floor, her body had been too stiff to move again and she'd soon drifted to sleep on the ground.
When she awoke they were in bed and he was petting her again, rubbing her stomach while he lay spooning her. (- The same way Miroku would hold me -)
Tears leaked from her eyes as she thought of him, all she knew was that the longer she stayed, the less hope she held. Miroku would be looking for her; that she was sure of, but who would think to look in an abandoned mental institution in the middle of nowhere?
"I'm sorry my love, but I had to teach you to listen." Muso kissed her neck, nuzzling the back of it tenderly.
He sat up, pulled her into his lap, and rubbed her back and arms while she sat quietly. "Don't worry sweetie, it'll be ok, here."
Lifting her body, he instructed her to sit facing him, her knees touching the wall behind him as she straddled his waist. Feeling him between her legs, Kagome tried to shrug back, gulping has he pulled her body up tight against his own.
"Don't worry love, no need to quiver so much," Muso kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips. "We'll wait until your voice comes back to make love. I want to hear you call my name when we finally do."
Kagome moaned, shaking uncontrollably now, fully aware of her chest heaving against his, not to mention the proof of his arousal against her. As he pet her hair and laid her head in the crook of his neck, she could feel his heartbeat racing beneath her ear and began to cry.
"There, there pet, it really is your own fault that we had to delay it; if you'd behaved you'd have been screaming for a different reason earlier." Kissing her temple, he laughed and pulled the blanket over their bodies.
"I wouldn't have minded your voice being gone in that case, but we'll have plenty of time make you scream for me soon."
(- If only someone had heard me earlier! -)
Kagome felt his hands slip to hold her bottom and cried harder, hating herself for being unable to do anything else.
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Voila!
Well, finally, two years in the making but there you have it, a new chapter! I had the biggest trouble deciding how much to torture the poor girl.
Don't hate me too much guys, I'm already working on the next chapter, I won't leave you with that cliffhanger for 2 years- I promise!
As for the aforementioned torture, I thought it would be a bit too good to be true if she did not undergo some sort of trauma. I hope it was not too much for you guys.
Thanks for your kind reviews and support.
Until next time!