Chapter 11 – Nothing But Pain
Sarome was on her knees, her wrists bound to the wall above her. The three scars on her neck were bleeding really badly. Tears fell down her face, mixing with her blood at her knees. Her clothes were ripped and cuts were all over her body.
Her soul was weak, and she couldn't move.
She saw something that made her hurt all inside. She had to tell herself that it wasn't true, that it was just one of Naraku's tricks. A nightmare. But the movements, everything was real. All of Naraku's tricks were fake, nothing, illusions. But this…this was real, and it burned Sarome more than her precious flames.
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Kurama stood there with another woman in his arms. She looked like her, but her eyes were a green, like Kurama's, her hair was black with a red tint instead of brown, and her clothes were a full royal kimono.
He held her as she kissed him on the lips, and the pain surged through Sarome like a bullet. No pain could ever describe what she felt at that moment. Kurama returned the passionate kiss…another bolt of pain…
She began to untie her kimono, and Kurama smiled under and between the kiss…another bolt of pain…
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Now there was no one to trust in this world. There was nothing to live for. Not Kurama, not Katoma or even Tarja. Nothing but pain was left. Nothing But pain…
Naraku stepped into the room, a smirk on his face. Sarome was too weak to even look up…in too much pain to look up… "Do you want revenge?" he sneered. Sarome stayed quiet. Naraku clenched his fists and physical pain flowed through Sarome's body, spreading from her neck. "Kurama is here, with everyone else."
"Yes…" she growled. She wasn't possessed. She wanted to get revenge for the pain he had caused her. She heard Naraku laugh and release the binds that held her to the wall. Her arms fell limply to her side, and Sarome used the blood-stained wall to help herself up. Her eyes were filled with anger, hatred, and pain. "Where is he?"
"In the front of the castle."
Sarome's cat-like ear twitched as she let the flames of her hate heal the wounds over on her body, and burning the scent of blood on her. But now, she wasn't in her own mind. She was now possessed by Naraku, from the physical pain that had coursed. "Go now…" he ordered.
"Yes, Naraku," she answered.
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I am really sorry it is so short…I have been busy with school and band and my singing at home…I am really sorry!!! Please review….Flames welcome any day! I really want reviews….