Warning: This installment contains disturbing images of torture and humiliation.
Chapter 53
"THUMP! THUMP!"
Footsteps could be heard from outside of the room so loudly, so annoying, so heart stopping. Each and every time that those steps are heard, he wonders if the person has come to finish him. That's the beauty of a successful torture, when a prisoner wants to so badly die that he listens to every footstep that enters the vicinity of his hearing. The lone steps against a hollow hallway, thumping, stepping, marching with a purpose that might not even include him. His heartache would pace faster and harder until the footsteps would gradually fade away to places unknown to him.
"Coward!"
That is what he called his worthless father; a coward. He would come, beat him to an inch of his life, and then leave. His wounds had yet to heal because of the Miko aura in the room that purifies his own. He did not give them the satisfaction of hearing his discomfort or seeing the pain in his dull, golden eyes. For in the back of his mind lies the mindset of a true killer, the meaning behind his name "Killing Perfection."
The dungeon door opens and with it comes the artificial light that he has not be accustom to in so long. Two figures stand in the doorway but it is the silhouette on the left that attracts Sesshoumaru's attention and his throaty growls.
"Well, hello, my son. How do you fair?"
The answer to the inquiry is growls with a decreases intensity that is until the next words are spoken.
"Have you met my new mate? I believe that you once knew her once upon a time."
"Bitch!" growls a deep voice from within a dark room. The walls are cold and covered in the thickest slime yet, there lies a chained figure against the further wall of the cell.
A shape sitting under random planes of moon rays from the various cracks in the cobblestone walls. Dark, disgusting hair covers any facial features of the prisoner that the prisoner might have but the dark brown paste glowing in the moonlight would distract from his face either way. Bound by his arms, raised above his head, blood continues to fall out of his scabbed wounds, down his chest and pooling on the dismal floor.
His pale chest illuminates the blood even more so as the days and nights wear on and the world continues to turn. The beatings are brutal which seem to last for an eternity but, the figure continues to breathe. His naked chest inhales strong with a wrath of revenge and hatred is breed within his lungs and his heart. A dark entity clouds his judgment and reason as the pain of the last few beatings ease away to a greater pain of bloodlust for the person that is responsible.
A thin, pale frame, bent and broken by blades and disgusting body parts rests on those dismal walls. Deep, ugly, gruesome cuts reside on his once flawless skin as little by little the pain recedes After being turned over and positioned on his hands and knees, Sesshoumaru swears to never touch another woman in the same way ever again. He once ignored those cries of his concubines thinking that the cries and screams were ones of pleasure, but now he knew the truth.
He never knew that his father could cause him such pain. Sure, the physical discomfort of training was torture but at this rate, Sesshoumaru knew that he could die from having his insides torn inside out. He loved his father even though he never said the words and he loved Kagome with his life. "Loved" being the keyword in his mind now; they are all betrayers to the Village of Edo, to himself. They must be punished for the deep pain that he is feeling now.
It was the throbbing of feeling something so big and thick shredding the inside of his body so that it would not go away even after it left his body. It was pushed in so deep without any sort of lubrication, the pain was so unbearable that the great dog demon wanted to shred his pride and cry out in pain and whimper like a small puppy. In and out, it went for what it seemed like an eternity until Sesshoumaru, pathetically, passed out from all the pain.
While Lord Inutaisho was sexually molesting his son, several demons would watch in either disgust or arousal as the great dog was bent over before his father. His body moving back and forth, in time with the thrusts and rhythm as the some of the demons jeered.
"Take it like a bitch, Sesshoumaru, right in the ass!"
Sesshoumaru never said a word or moved a tense muscle in his shoulders as he suffered utter humiliation in front of the demons that use to fear him. He held his composure even when his demon side was free but contained, plotting his revenge against his father's beloved Kagome.
Lord Sesshoumaru of Western Lands, the emotionless inuyoukai that was legendary throughout Japan had already retreated in the recesses of his own mind plotting his revenge against Kagome. The bitch betrayed those that trust her with their own beings therefore she must die a painful but, deserving death. They loved her, protected her, and she still only cares for herself. A poor, defenseless person indeed, but she conned numerous demons and a strong Miko.
Within the safety of his mind where skies are blue and walls and limits do not exist, Sesshoumaru, in his true form, frolics with a green-eyed goddess through an endless field. He is happy, he is free, and he is no longer restricted to outer world boundaries that are forbidden to cross. On the inside, he is a lost and confused demon wanting the love of the one that betrayed him even though he knows that he should not. Reason has been caged like an animal with only the thoughts of a garden with Kagome and the sunrise promising the start of a new day.
On the outward appearance of the rugged dog demon, in his eyes shielded by strands of dirty silver hair, blind rage has cleansed whatever hope he had left within the fibers of his being. For the first time since the time that he arrived in the dungeon, he opens his eyes that no one can change, that it is impossible to change a peasant girl into a noble let alone his mate.
A feral growl is heard as a new scent is wafted in the air. The scent is so familiar and treacherous that the growls become louder and louder until they vibrate off the walls and into the castle halls. All the servants know that it is Sesshoumaru that is causing those sounds and that is pissed the fuck off!
The growls return with an intensity of a pack of savage wolfs fighting over a kill. There stands Kagome pushed into a plane of light for Sesshoumaru to see. Her clothes are as beautiful as ever, but her eyes remain the lifeless pools as there were on the Coronation. Kagome is pushed further to Sesshoumaru until she stands a few inches from his feet. Her cinnamon scent passes into his nose, down his throat, and into the lungs where they breathe with pain and hatred.
Suddenly a weight is literally lifted off his shoulders and Kagome is against the walls of the dungeon with razor sharp claws around her fragile neck. Holy energy burns his hands but his mind is too long gone for him to care about his sizzling flesh.
His left hand, the one that is not around Kagome's throat, plunges into her stomach. The glorious sound produced her life liquids all her nice sun-kissed yellow kimono and Sesshoumaru's smudged face.
No sounds of pain or obvious discomfort can be seen from Kagome except five soft-spoken words that halts Sesshoumaru's next attack.
"Sesshoumaru, I want to die."
It was then that Reason's cage was unlocked and Sesshoumaru's mind was plunged into the darkness that matched his heart.
Sesshoumaru's raged filled eyes began to return to its original white with gold irises. Clarity and reason began to return to his feral mind and Kagome's words take hold to his heart.
'Sesshoumaru, I want to die.'
Sesshoumaru could not fathom why Kagome would want to die when she has everything that she could ever want including his father's attention. Yet, she wanted to die by his claws. He didn't know what to think about the whole situation.
He stared into her lifeless eyes still wondering and still thinking.
"Sesshoumaru," called her voice while she used her hands to pull his threatening hand deeper into her stomach, "please kill me, now."
For the first time in his life, Sesshoumaru hesitates to kill a prey. This girl causes him to revert to emotions that only humans are capable of. Is it possible that she provoke these emotions in him? Is it possible that she is a sorcerer and he is under her spell even when her eyes are empty? How is it possible to feel such things when he is bred to feel instincts and do what is necessary to survive? Is it possible that she means something more than just an onna? How can she mean something to me when she betrayed everyone around her? Does not letting her live go against everything that he was ever taught?
His father, even though he is a traitor, taught him to not play with his food and destroy what could destroy him in the future. Kill everything and don't hold back. If the deceased enemy was a formidable foe then kill his family, every last woman and child that could hold a sword.
"Don't hold back, Sesshoumaru!"
That was his father's mantra when he would train for hours on end in the battlefield in the grueling heat or blistering snow, "Don't hold back."
But then again, his mother, his sweet, beautiful mother, always taught him compassion for both genders, especially female.
"My son, females are defensive beings when it comes to their feelings after a form a trust has been broken. Now," she would toy will a stand of his white locks at this point, "you don't necessarily have to bee the one to break the thrust but it could have been someone in her past that could have done so. But you are affective as well because she will begin to trust you then turn away when you get to close and turn to someone to start the cycle again. Do you understand what I am telling you, Sesshoumaru? Females need trust completely one person in their lives after an incident before trusting anyone else. Remember that, my son, and you will have a wonderful female that you will gladly cherish for the rest of your life."
'Maybe Mother was right and maybe this would explain Kagome and why she ran away and why she with my father now. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she deserves another chance.'
What seems like an eternity of seeing inside of Sesshoumaru's thoughts was actually only three seconds but Lord Inutaisho could see inside within those three seconds that Sesshoumaru was hesitating. He was thinking too much and that was a good thing because if he could not kill Kagome then Lord Inutaisho could use her to do unthinkable things to Sesshoumaru and he would never kill her. Maim her, scar her, and wound her but never kill her, not that he could anyway as long as he held her power in his hands.
"Why are you hesitating Sesshoumaru?" Lord Inutaisho inquires while he watches amusingly Kagome hang helpless on the wall with a hand stuck in her stomach. The sight made him want to bowl over in laughter, but his years of building self-control kept the laughter within the pit of his stomach, safely contained until later in the privacy of his chambers and the warm feeling of being shafted in Kagome's cunt. "I thought that I have taught you better."
'Yes,' Sesshoumaru taught, 'he did teach me better but so did Mother but who do I listen to; Mother or Father, Reason or teachings. What should I do?'
"Kill her, Sesshoumaru; you know that you want to," Lord Inutaisho gloats him; taunting him.
Sesshoumaru finally focuses on Kagome's lifeless windows to her soul and wonders for the first time what she would truly want. Does she really want to die?
'Females need trust completely one person in their lives after an incident before trusting anyone else.'
'Don't hold back.'
'Trust completely.'
'Don't hold back.'
'Trust completely.'
'Don't hold back.'
'I want to die.'
'Second chance.'
Finally after the bickering back and forth in his brain, Sesshoumaru, for the first time in his life decided to follow his heart and do want felt right to him. He roared his head back with a mighty sound exploding from his throat. His two enlarged fangs sprout from his mouth, glistening in the moonlight shining in his prison cell. His eyes become red like blood and the sight is quite frightening to anyone that has never seen a demon like this before.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru," speaks his father, "kill her."
Kagome says nothing and does not move either but a few tears gather at the bottom of her eyes. The blood loss has caused her eyelids to close slightly. Her ebony hair is smashed against the wall and the blood continues to drip harmlessly on the dungeon floor.
Teeth poised, Sesshoumaru knew what he had to do.