A/N: I am so sorry I haven't been replying to your guy's reviews! You all are awesome! You really are! Starting with every review after this, I will put my responses to your reviews at the beginning of every chapter (if I remember lol). Once again, I thank you all for reviewing! This chapter skips around the point of view a lot, sorry, I must have had an extreme case of temporary ADD when I wrote this
Chapter five: Slaughter House"Ah, so is this Kagome as pretty as you? I'd bet not." Miroku said, taking his chances, and moving his hand towards Sango's backside.
"Excuse you!" Sango said, and fiercely slapped Miroku on the cheek. She almost immediately regretted her decision, slaves could be killed without a second thought for failing in a days work, but hitting, or assaulting an overseer was unthinkable here. Miroku's eyes somewhat held anger, and frustration, but what Sango didn't see was that they mostly held a caring glow. Sango put her arms over her head, as if that would protect her.
"I- I'm so sorry, I, didn't mean to!" Sango choked. His response was definitely not what she had been expecting.
"It's fine, really, don't worry about it, no harm done." Miroku said, trying to calm down the girl. The girl stayed silent for a while, and then gasped.
"Kagome!"
Kagome sat there, with a crazed man standing over her, pointing a knife at her neck.
"Something funny, wench?" Hojo asked cruelly.
Kagome shook her head, as the gag was back in its original spot.
"Are you sure?" Hojo pressed the knife slightly against her neck, causing it to bleed slightly. He sounded almost crazed, which, in fact, he probably was.
Kagome only nodded as a response.
"Good." He said, taking off his dirty, brown shirt, and throwing onto the ground. Kagome's eyes widened. He really was going to rape her! Kagome began thrashing around, and screaming into the gag. Hojo paid no mid to her, but he was having difficulty taking off her dress. Kagome kicked him as hard as she could in his 'area', and Hojo doubled over from the pain.
"Agh, you're going to pay for that one." He chuckled, a perverted look in his eyes and that slimy grin glued to his face. Kagome backed away as far as she could in her bounds, and soon found herself cornered in between Hojo and a brick wall. 'Perfect.' Kagome thought sarcastically. 'Perfect!' Hojo's mind beamed. Hojo gave up on taking her dress off, so he just ripped it, plain as day. Kagome was left in only her bra, and white thong. Hojo smirked as his eyes ran all over her body. He crouched down on top of her, and began to kiss her roughly.
"I don't get it Sango, why is this girl so important?" Miroku asked, following Sango throughout the building, and out behind it.
"If you don't care, than you can get back to your job, Miroku!" Sango screamed. She stopped dead in her tracks. She heard a high-pitched scream of some sort, and she was just about to turn into an alleyway, when blood spattered on the dry, dirt ground.
"Oh my god!" Sango screamed. She fell onto both knees, she hadn't gotten to Kagome in time, she hadn't saved her newest friend. She felt awful. Sango felt Miroku's strong arms pull her into an embrace, and she heard him whisper into her ear.
Kagome's muffled screams weren't audible to anyone further than ten feet away. By now, Hojo had stripped her of her bra, and snapped her thong off, she was now completely naked, with the exception of the ropes binding her arms and legs together.
"Hold still." Hojo commanded. He was going to take the roped off of her legs. Kagome, however, was doing anything but cooperate. Then she felt a stabbing pain in her mid-thigh. She screamed in sheer pain.
"Bitch! I told you to keep still!"
Kagome stilled herself, her leg wouldn't stop bleeding, and the last thing she wanted was another gash to add to her body's ever-growing collection. She felt the ropes around her ankles loosen, and then disappear completely. Kagome took one more shot at Hojo with her legs. This time, she caught him completely off-guard, and nailed him in the face, and sent him stumbling back a good seven feet. Kagome took this as her only hope of escape.
"Sango, calm down." Miroku whispered.
"Calm down? Calm down!" Sango yelled hysterically. "How can I calm down when my best friend was just killed?"
"Because, that wasn't Kagome." Miroku said plainly.
"How do you know? She screamed, and the blood…"
Miroku picked Sango up by the shoulders, and carried her so she could see what had happened.
"See? It's just where they cut the meat and stuff, you know, the slaughter house." Miroku said, laughing.
"But the scream?" Sango rambled.
"The lady who cuts the meat always screams when she cuts a thick piece of meat, she's a little bit psycho."
Sango joined the laughter, she felt so stupid it wasn't funny. Sango really had to find Kagome before something really did happen to her, unless it already had.
I single tear slid down Kagome's cheek. She did not want to lose her virginity to some sleaze bag that she had just met on a bus. No. She would not break. Not now. Not ever. Would not break. Never. Kagome had to be strong with this. Her mother would want her to be. Her mother… Another tear. This time, Hojo noticed.
"Hmm, crying are you? Well, I suggest you get used to it. It's only gonna get worse. He sneered.
Kagome was completely naked, and had many gashed all along her legs, and torso. She felt completely exhausted. It stung to move, and she could feel the blood seeping out of her, and dirt crawling up into her skin. This pain was unbearable. Kagome really hated depending on people, but now, she could only hope that Sango would find her.
Hojo snickered, "This is going to be by far the most fun I'll have in a while." Kagome closed her eyes, and braced herself for the worst.
"Miroku! This isn't working! We need to find her soon, I'm afraid something really bad is going to happen to her!" Sango choked through sobs.
"Well, there is a way, but you have to calm down first." Miroku said.
"Anything! Please! I really don't want to lose her, not now." She said, inhaling deeply, trying to calm herself down.
"Alright." Miroku said. He took out a walkie-talkie that was positioned on his belt. He said a couple of sentences into the speaker, and a smooth, and somewhat angered voice came out on the other end.
"Just do it." Miroku commanded, and signed out.
"Who was that?"
"The co-advisor."
"You mean the co-advisor? And you ordered him? There's only one person besides the lord with a higher position than that. So that means you're…" Sango said.
"Yup." Miroku answered her, before she asked the question. Sango stared at him in bewilderment. The actual advisor. She had never imagined this is what he'd be like, or look like in person. Nasty rumors were spread thick about each one of the royal staff members. Gaining back her composure, Sango quickly dipped into a curtsey.
"Your higher-man, I'm terribly sorry, I—" Miroku cut her off quickly.
"No, don't worry about it, I'm not really into all that fancy title nonsense." He said.
Sango sighed, and stared off into the vast poppy fields, wondering where her best friend could possibly be. Then she saw a cloud of dust quickly approaching. Was that? No. It couldn't be. The investigating team? What were they doing here? Is that who Miroku called? Thousands of similar questions swam rigorously through her head.
The tank-like car stopped in front of the two, and a man, about an inch or so taller than Miroku stepped out. He had long, black, and wavy hair, and cold, piercing red eyes. Sango held back a giggle when she saw that the man was wearing eye shadow.
"Alright, Miroku, what did you need?" The co-advisor asked.
"Get your dogs, and get a trace of this scent." Miroku held up a strand of Kagome's hair.
"How did you get that?" Sango questioned, forgetting her place.
"What did you say, slave?" The co-advisor asked.
"Did you just address us without a proper title? I believe that would be a good ten or twenty lashes in your direction, wouldn't you, Miroku?" The co-advisor asked. Sango went wide-eyes. She shot him a pleading look, but she also accepted her fate. Nothing really would have prepared her for his answer.
"You harm her, and I will make sure your tongue is ripped out, tied around your neck, and that you are beaten until death." Miroku said in a calm, demanding tone. Sango shuddered, she couldn't possibly imagine anyone suffering that fate, it was almost inhuman. The co-advisor shivered slightly, and took a step backwards, knowing that his boss was not kidding.
"Fine, whatever you say, advisor, we will begin our search." The co-advisor said, and walked off with Kagome's hair, and gathered his men, and search dogs.
A/N: Yes, I know, this is going rather slowly, but I promise, I will get to the point soon, so please, stick with me!
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