This chapter contains violence.

Get Out Alive

Chapter Six

I woke up fully expecting to see sun light filtering through the trees on Genkai's property, so when I opened my eyes and was met with the familiar furnishing of my room in the temple I was thoroughly confused. Peeking out my window I saw the sun was retreating due west making it late afternoon. A soft knock on the door panel made me jump. I tried to reply but my dry cracked windpipe was having none of it. After a moment the door slid open to Kuwabara's imposing frame.

"It's good to see you awake." A large smile lit up his face. He had a tray in his hands holding what looked to be a steaming cup of tea. I raised my brow to him, trying to convey my confusion.

"Kurama made it, you damaged your esophagus pretty badly, this will help you heal." He explained taking a couple steps into the room. He placed the tray on my desk. Next to the tea was a pen and paper. I gestured to it.

"He said you'll heal faster if you don't speak."

~Thank you.~ I scribbled quickly.

"Not a problem!"

~So what's happening now? When do we head out?~ my scrawl was messy at best and I hoped he could read it.

"We're not going until you fully recover." He laughed at my exasperated look. "Don't worry, it'll only take a couple days. So far their planning for everything to be ready next weekend."

~I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...~ but didn't know what to write, saying I shouldn't have grieved seemed cruel. ~overreacted.~ I finished lamely.

"We understand, it was a lot to take in."

~You guys don't,~ I didn't want to finish my sentence but I had to know. ~Hate me?~

"Why would we?" He asked perplexed. I had already come to terms with the answer but writing it down made it all the more real.

~It was my fault, they died because of me.~ I didn't look up to see his reaction. If they did I had to get over it, I had a job to do.

"Yuna, there was nothing you could have done." He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "You didn't stay but Koenma told us about the last four girls. They were reincarnated. You saved them." He whispered.

Kuwabara sat with me in silence while I cried. I didn't have the heart to tell him I was the one who ended the four girls lives, instead I selfishly accepted his comfort. He didn't leave until the sun set and when he did it was with promises to return soon. The tea had gone cold but I drank it anyway grimacing at the awful taste. It was bitter and left an after taste of dirt in my mouth however my throat did feel better. I laid in the dark failing to convince myself it wasn't at fault. My drooping lids snapped awake at the sound of the window creaking open. A dark figure climbed in and settled on the sill, flashing a pair of crimson eyes my way. I didn't acknowledge Hiei's arrival and he didn't seem to be expecting me too. I don't know how long he stayed but eventually I fell into a restless sleep.

The concoction Kurama made repaired my torn throat within three days. Unfortunately healing my mental despair wasn't as easily taken care of. Genkai had left the compound the morning after Koenma's visit and without her there to physically make me train I spent the days barely getting out of bed. Kuwabara came by often but I couldnt muster the strength to actually talk to him. On his visits we either sat in silence or i cried. The only time sleep took pity on me was after Hiei's silhouette appeared in my window. Although we never spoke he continued to show up every night. So when the fifth night rolled by and he was nowhere in sight a feeling of disappointment took me by surprise. I was mildly disgusted that I had come to rely so heavily on his presence. I spent the night staring at the dark ceiling, the comfort of sleep alluding me. I felt no relief in watching the first rays of dawn splash through the shadows.

"Get up." My door was wide open, his intimidating outline blocking the frame.

"Why?" Exhaustion made me hostile. His gait was threatening as he stalked into the room.

"You're acting pathetic. Get. Up." His garnet eyes burned with fury.

"Who said I was acting." I muttered. An iron clad grip wrenched me from the bed with such vigor I landed sprawled on the floor at his feet, it was a miracle my arm hadn't dislocated. With not a second to recover I was literally dragged outside and shoved into the coppice brush. An unsightly bruise already rapidly materializing under my skin from his crushing hold.

"What the Fuck is your problem?" Forcing my stiff body upright I spun to face him. He responded with a concrete strike to my rib cage that left me gasping for breath. I slumped to my knees reeling.

"Fight." He commanded.

"No." I replied still bowed over. His features morphed into a glower of disgust.

"Get up." He stalked forward and I turned my face away not interested in his demand to spar. He halted a foot from me.

"Your cowardice is repulsive." His words sliced into my skin like a blade. Biting my cheek I resisted the strong urge to make him bleed. Instead I arose from my knees and faced him full on.

"I am not a coward." I denied his claim vehemently. His grunt of disbelief made my fists clench.

"You fell victim to your own misery." His eyes never left me, thoroughly scrutinizing my still form.

"I'm griev-"

"You've allowed it to lord over you." He didn't have to raise his voice to cut me off. His allegation was implied as if fact and it made me seethe.

"How can I not?! He went after them because of me! They died because of me!" I wailed hysterically. How dare he accuse me of grieving incorrectly! I compressed my fingers into tightly balled fists that caused my knuckles to ache. I wanted to smash them against his head until that smug superior expression of his was butchered into mangled meat . I stepped forward heavily, his figure blurring from the blazing ferocity that rampaged behind my eyes. His movement was imperceptible, one moment he was dissecting my very essence with his sharp gaze then not even an after image remained. I snapped my head back and forth seeking for any sign of him, he wouldn't leave me alone that easily. No birds sang, no animals scurried underfoot and not one leaf rustled in the wind. It was far too quiet. A scorching hand encased my wrist rendering me into an unsteady careen to the thicket floor. Before I made contact the searing grip hitched my trajectory straightforward enabling my face to intimately meet with the coarse bark of an unyielding tree. My lips busted on contact forcing me to spit mouthful after mouthful of blood. Dazed from the impact I didn't know how to react when my arms were wrenched forward forcing my torso flush against the wood. A rigid strip of leather bit securely into my wrists binding them together on the other side of the tree. The bastard strode into my line of sight, At a loss for words I screeched loudly, kicking my legs at him without abandon. He made no movement to get closer and in a moment of clarity I questioned why I was acting so reckless. He slowly prowled closer making me jerk around to keep him in view, the hard binding bit into my skin.

"What the Fuck are you playing at?" I snarled. The irrefutable metallic zing of blood coated every inch of my mouth and invaded my nose. I was only vaguely aware that it was still dripping down my chin. He continued his large arch, I stiffened when I lost sight of him.

"Each of these will represent the girls he killed while you stood by." He spoke from directly behind me. "The rest are for the ones that fell by your own hand." His tone inflected a promise of pain that sent my nerves trembling and the vigor of my struggle to double. Unfortunately the binding cord remained unyielding. I never told Koenma I killed them so how did he know? Panic festered in my chest, the short glimpses of him that lingered in the corner of my view gave me no comfort. What the hell was he planning?

The high pitched whistle of a switch cutting through the air was my only warning before a strip of white-hot pain stung across my lower back. I screamed and arched as far away as I could from the fiery tool. The curses and talk of vengeance on the tip of my tongue were quickly drowned to strangled cries as the whip rained across my back, ass and thighs without pause. I bit my already bloody lips in attempt to quell the distressed screams that threatened to destroy my freshly healed throat. I tried unsuccessfully to count the blows in hopes of gaging how much I would have to endure, unfortunately every flagellate launched me further into the chaotic jumbling whirlpool that my thoughts were becoming. Just as the desperation to beg for an end became unbearable, he stopped. I could hear nothing over the deafening roar of blood rushing through my ears. As seconds ticked by proving the end of the torment my tense muscles relaxed. I hung from my arms letting my full weight sag against the tree and leaving me foolishly unprepared for the final thrash. It fell diagonally across every previous contusion, the slack in my muscles allowed the hit to flay deeply in the abused tissue. For a moment my mouth was frozen in a silent scream, rather than process the devastating pain my mind fell headlong into darkness.

I gained consciousness to the feeling of my wrists being unbound. Without the cuffs confining me I slid down the tree, a pain laced moan falling past my bloody lips. I watched his feet draw near with a scowl. His frame leaned over casting me in shadow.

"You've been punished for your crimes. Now move past them." It was a command, not a suggestion. He was gone before I had a retort on my lips.

The trek back to the temple was painful, every step pulled at the lesions. I was immensely relieved finding the house still vacant. My pride had been wounded enough without the others seeing my fragility. Silently I teetered up the steps and into the bathroom. The sound of the door snapping shut covered my strangled sob. The task of pulling off my clothes was strenuous. The fabric was abrasive on the fresh injuries, scratching the torn flesh mercilessly.

Dried blood ringed my mouth like a muzzle, running in flaky lines down my neck and thoroughly dotting my decollete. My lips were swollen from a deep vertical laceration running septum to chin. The skin on the tip of my nose and right cheek was peeled away, leaving the area raw and patchy. I expected to look like shit just going by how I felt, but the sallowness in my weary face and the sunken look of my black rimmed eyes made me recoil. My reflection was gaunt, haggard, truly pitiful. I hated it. This state of self loathing and misery was mentally and physically defeating me. I wasn't any closer to finding Itachi and I knew if I continued down this path I certainly wouldn't be strong enough to kill him. Disgusted I turned away, shame filling me to the brim. I was drowning in this woe is me behavior instead of working to avenge those girls, instead of preventing it from happening to anyone else. I slammed my fist on the counter, forcing down the whimper of pain. That stupid bastard was right all along and I despised him for it! My simmering anger helped cow the pain that setting up the spare mirror caused. I couldn't stop the grimace that stole across my face.

Inflamed welts half an inch thick marred the tissue from mid back to upper thigh, each black and blue line was puffed out with abused flesh. The last strike, the diagonal one started from the highest mark on my right just below my waist and ended on the lowest mark on my left an inch or so under the cleft of my ass. It's swollen wale oozed a clear fluid from random spots of split skin. Thankfully it seemed to be the only hit that drew blood. Exhaling slowly through my nose I counted them.

Thirty scores of torture tarnished my backside. One for each girl Itachi kidnapped after me and an extra for the lives I personally extinguished. The fact that the number he chose was spot on unnerved me. Shizuru was the only living being I ever told and I made damn sure no one over heard the confession. I was somewhat anxious on how he came by the information but more pissed at the thought of him harboring any more of my secrets.

I ripped back the shower curtain and set the water to a cold all the while growling under my breath. There was no doubt in my mind that I'd make him pay tenfold for what he did. The pain was easily over looked, the humiliation however allotted revenge. Stepping cautiously over the lip of the tub I winced at the freezing water pelting my desecrated figure.

With limited knowledge of the proper way to disinfect wounds I settled for lightly washing it with soap and water. The aching in my bones made me cut my shower short, If I stayed in any longer my weary muscles would be as useless as cooked noodles. The air was cold and dry when I stepped out, avoiding the mirror I swung open the medicine cabinet in search of some kind of soothing balm. Only a single roll of bandages sat untouched on the shelf. I gazed at it helplessly, there was no way in hell I'd be capable of wrapping the carnage by myself. Dejected, I draped my towel loosely around my torso. The fluffy cloths efficiency in cloaking every scrap of evidence forced me to begrudgingly acknowledge the perfect precision in which he struck. The placement he chose promised all movement to be painful but it also assured that even my fighting outfit, a tank top and shorts would flawlessly hide all proof. I came to the infuriating realization that he knew, without a shadow of doubt, I'd conceal the beating from the others. Because he knew the mere thought of another soul discovering what he did to 'punish' me was enough to make me die of embarrassment. With a white knuckled grip on my towel I retreated to my room. Gingerly stretching out on my bed I buried my face in the pillows and shivered at the frigid air caressing my bare skin. I already concluded that to get him I must keep suspicion down and act normal. I had to make everyone, especially him, believe nothing was bothering me. Killing Itachi and his rat bitch remain to be my first priority and only after the satisfaction of dancing on their mangled corpses would I get even with Hiei. With the smoldering fire lapping relentlessly along my back and my mind filled with half formed plans of revenge I fell into an uneasy sleep.

Loud voices echoing through the temple roused me. Blinking away my tired vision I slowly let consciousness invade my head. A sharp rap at my door made me jump and immediately I covered my mouth so who ever it was wouldn't hear my gasp of pain. Hissing I threw the covers over my back, tucking them around my shoulders before bidding entrance. The door slid open revealing last person I would have expected, Kurama. The morning light set the red locks that framed his face ablaze, making it resemble a lions flaming mane.

"Sorry to wake you." He stepped into the room and oddly enough shut the door behind him.

"Its fine, what time is it anyway?" I yawned loudly faking that I just woke up.

"It's only half past nine." He continued into the room until he was standing beside my bed. I focused on the pillow blocking my vision of him and tried to come up with a believable excuse to make him leave."Are you ok Yuna?" He asked a little too quietly startling me out of my thoughts. Peeking over the pillow I successfully restrained myself from jerking away in shock but had no control over the blood turning my face into a tomato from his close proximity. From what I've observed it didn't seem in character for him to invade personal space like he was. Without the slightest wince I pushed myself to my elbows while simultaneously pulling the sheet tighter around my back.

"Yea, why?" I knew he was questioning my torn up face but stupidly I hoped playing ignorant would work.

"Did you get in a fight? You have a lot of bruising." His thumb and forefinger caught my chin turning my face left and right. The position was awkward making me arch upward so he could get a better look. I schooled my features feigning indifference.

"I had a bit of an accident, I'm fine really." As unbitchy as I could managed I removed my chin out of his hand and attemped to laugh it off. He arched a single red brow, not outright calling me a lair but his facial expression let me know he wasn't fooled. Locked in his ancient gaze I couldn't help but compare him to a predator for the second time since this awkward encounter began. It felt like he was reading my soul and it took a lot of willpower not to flinch away. The silence stretched on, His features giving no indication of what he was thinking. Not being able to tell where the conversation was heading made me very uncomfortable.

"Would you like me to get Yukina? She has healing powers." He finally offered, the guarded look never changing. Not expecting him to drop the subject so easily It took me a whole minute to respond.

"You know what, I'd really like that. Um, if you could give me like five minutes to get dressed then send her up I'd appreciate it." He nodded and without another word stood to leave. His imposing presence reminded of the time another redish haired man was in my room. "Oh, um, Kurama," he turned to me with a look of perceptive speculation. "Thanks for making that tea and stuff." I babbled quickly, my unease from his presence obvious. A small tilt of his lips released a miniscule chuckle.

"Not a problem." The second my door closed I heaved myself out of bed, it would undoubtedly take me the full five minutes to get ready. Pulling clothes on over the wounds hurt more then I wanted to admit and honestly if I could lay in bed naked all day I would in a heartbeat. Wincing and letting out a litany of colorful swears I eased down on the bed fully dressed. Exactly five minutes on the dot after Kurama left a soft knock tapped the door. I allowed one the last trace of pain to show on my features before taking a deep breath and schooling my features.

"Come in." I called. In the doorway stood a very petite apparition. Her steps into my abode were quiet and graceful, the epitome of a young lady.

"Hello, I'm Yukina, Kurama sent me up for healing." Her voice tinkeled like soft bells, it was soothing. My gaze traveled from her delicate slippered feet to her beautifully woven traditional kimono up to her calm, open smile, cute button nose and finally I connected with her eyes. Biting harshly on my tongue I stifled my snarl at the all too familiar color. I wanted to tell her to get the Fuck out of my room, that I didn't need help by the likes of her. Instead I pushed the irritation down and nodded with a passive expression. She quickened her tiny steps up to me and with the utmost care inspected my face. A teal glow encompassed her arctic hands and began to subdue the throbbing contusion that was my face. I could feel her tendrils of energy leeching into my epidermis, knitting together the tissue and reforming the broken cells. I hadn't noticed how much it was hurting until I no longer had to deal with it. She retracted her hands, I released the breath I was holding and smiled up at her. Her scarlet eyes permeated authentic compassion in a way I had never witnessed before. To my mortification tears surfaced in my eyes. Coughing loudly I directed my view at the opposite wall and blinked rapidly til they were completely gone. Regaining control I faced my little savior.

"Thanks that feels much better." I poked at the newly healed flesh. "I'm Yuna by the way." I took no offense to her innocent child like giggle.

"Its very nice to meet you." She bowed low in a proper stance of repect. I looked around basically not knowing what else to do. I didn't want her bowing to me, I had nothing to respect. If anything I should be the one bowing to her.

"The boys are down stairs with Koenma, if your feeling up to it they wish to speak with you." She made me feel like I could say no, like it wouldn't be guilty of me to spend the rest of the day holed up in my room. I knew I couldn't but it was a nice to feel like I had a choice. Standing briskly I motioned for her to lead the way. With hands clasped in front of her she glided toward the door. When I said she was graceful before it was an understatement. She practically floated down the hall and stairs in her crazy high house slippers, while I trudged like a troll next to her I calculated what her height would be without slippers. My guess came to be about an inch or two shorter then me. It made me smile.

"Will you be staying at the temple?" We kept pace easily being close to the same leg length and all. I watched her from my peripherals, I wanted to know more about this charmingly naive young lady.

"I usually stay with Genkai when I come to the Reikai. I would like to this time as well, if it's alright with you." A dainty smile of hope lit up her face, as if she were actually asking me permission.

"Why would my opinion on it matter?" I asked bluntly. She didn't seem offended and kept her bright smile.

"I know you are staying here while you and the boys complete a mission. I don't wish to intrude on your place of residence."

"Oh." Was she really that considerate? Taking one look at her shining ruby eyes it was glaringly indisputable that yes, she was. "I'd really like if you stayed." I told her, my voice coming out quietly as we approached the kitchen. I stiffened when small arms wrapped lightly around my torso. It took me a moment to lift my arms but I slowly returned the warm hug. We stood for only a second embracing quietly outside the kitchen. When she pulled away I was left feeling bereft, I shook the feeling off and flashed her a quick smile before joining the others.

We sat at the low table, Koenma, Kurama, Yusuke, Kuwabara and myself. Hiei to my great displeasure was present and currently leaned against the counter top. I was proud of myself for not outright attacking him or glaring daggers, I simply pretended he didn't exist.

"What I advise is infiltrating compound C first. Its the closest to the portal and the furthest from the other two, its also the smallest and most complex of the buildings. There are six floors in C, only one of them is above ground. From what our Intel gathered the doors on each floor below ground are hidden entrances. Thankfully we think there is only one hidden door per floor. Kurama and Hiei should go in first, locate the doors and open them. I believe they stay open once activated. Remember, Stealth is key. We don't want to alert anyone in the compound. Because even if Itachi isn't at that location word about ex spirit detectives searching buildings will spread fast. I don't want to lose the upper hand. Any questions?"

"What if Itachi is there and they open a door to him? I'm not waiting up top for someone to kill my bounty." I didn't like the idea of sending the demons in first, I straight up loathed Hiei and Kurama made me uncomfortable. I didn't trust either of them.

"Rest assured, we are all aware he is yours." Kurama intoned. He didn't look put out that I accused him of going behind my back but he didn't look happy either. He was so fucking confusing! I decided to somewhat appease him, he might make me uncomfortable but I didn't dislike him.

"I'm not saying you'd steal the kill, but accidents do happen and I'd prefer him unharmed when he's handed over to me. If he's already injured he won't last as long during torture." I reasoned. Kurama's lip quirked, I hoped it meant he found it humorous. Kuwabara on the other hand looked sickened. A twinge of sadness stabbed my belly, I didn't want to illicit that look from him, I didn't want him to see me as a monster. Yusuke elbowed him violently in the ribs making him grunt and glare at his long time friend. I missed their silent exchange.

"I want someone to act as look out, so Kurama and Yusuke will remain up top, you and Hiei will locate the doors."

"I want Kurama." I didn't look at the surprised faces circling the room, instead I focused all of my attention on Koenma.

"Hiei is the fastes-"

"I'm fast too, Kurama is the most intelligent. I highly doubt the rooms will be opened by simply locating them. There has to be puzzles, traps, something. I need someone smart. And when we find the asshat we need someone fast up top to block any chance of escape." I rested my case. Folding my hands on top of the table I waited.

"You make a good point. You and Kurama will find the doors, Yusuke and Hiei will stay on the first floor with a communicator. If you two need back up Hiei can reach you quickly." Koenma nodded to himself, finding it a better throughout plan then the one he concocted. We spent the rest of the night going over game plans and possible scenarios. I was blatantly unaware of the hostile eyes glaring daggers at my every move. Around two am Yukina showed up with a tray of tea and sandwiches and we unanimously decided to call it a night. I feigned wanting to read over the plans again and watched the boys trudge up the stairs one by one. I waited twenty minutes before deciding it was safe to move. I rolled to my knees and very, very slowly pushed myself to stand upright. My back screamed in agony and all I wanted to do was rip this shirt off and sleep. I rested all of my weight on the railing to get upstairs. A shower wasn't even worth it so I went straight to my room. The tears that pooled in my eyes on the walk up were spilling over as I tugged off my clothes. The cuts that had begun to heal into the fabric reopened when I ripped my shirt off taking the newly formed scabs with it. I sobbed into my pillow well into the night. It wasn't until dawn broke that I fell asleep.

I was silently happy the first compound mission was still four days away. I refused to admit it but deep down I didn't think my back was getting any better. I still went to bed with it throbbing and woke up with it feeling stretched and tight. I hadn't looked at it since the first night and now I didn't want to see it and prove that something really was wrong. My lids were growing heavy, glancing at the alarm clock its red letters taunted me, flashing 3:28am. Last time I looked it was 12:05. Sleep was getting decidedly harder to come by. A black curtain swept forward, blocking the alarms bright numbers. Confused I stared harder at where the clock was located, the veil remained in place. Reaching a hand out I grabbed the cloth and tugged as rough as my back would allow. The grommet didn't slip off the desk, it didn't even budge. I traced the seam, following the curvature of the fabric. A face was at the top, the figures gaze barring down on me. My fingers threw the persons clothing away. I made no move to scramble away. In the almost pitch black room it was hard to distinguish features but somehow I recognized the stance.

"What the Fuck do you want?" I spat. The nerve he had to approach me! I wanted more then anything for him to tumble off a cliff. He stayed silent for awhile, standing like a fucking creep in the middle of the room.

"Why Kurama?" He barked out. I narrowed my eyes into slits wishing I had laser vision to torch his ass.

"I told you and everyone else why, I need someone smart." I punctuated the word with a sneer, hoping he took the hint bus to stupidville. His crimson eyes flashed in the dark becoming fixated on me. The fury was almost glowing behind his iris.

"Tell me the truth bitch."

"What the hell do you want me to say?!" I pushed myself to my elbows then onto my butt, winding the sheet securely around me. "I don't trust your psychotic ass! I hate you! Really what do you want to hear?" I whispered harshly. If he didn't leave I would castrate him! He didn't respond but I could see his eyes surveying me. "Get the Fuck out!" I kept my voice low. My last wish would be to draw attention to this fiasco. He didn't move. Struggling to my feet I forgot all thoughts of lying in wait and got in his face. "I swear to Enma if you don't get out of here I'm going to Fuck you up." I was pressed fully against him, my face a scant inch away. But he refused to back down, I wanted to spit in his eye! I didn't care if it caused my back to open, I braced my hands against his chest and prepared to shove him with everything I had. Just before impact he side stepped to the left. Leaving me throwing my entire weight at the floor. His arm caught my waist forcing a grunt from my lungs. He spun around tossing me stomach first onto the bed.

"It's infected." He accused, like it was my fault.

"What's it to you asshole!" Please Enma make a comet strike him down. I waited a tic and huffed when nothing happened.

"I'll wrap it." He forced out like it physically pained him to say it.

"Yea no dice dickwad, I don't need your help." Seriously, did he really think I'd let him near me? Fucking psycho.

"Unless you want to delay this mission further you'll let me wrap it." He snarled.

"I'll be fine, how about you go get eaten by a bear!" My wrist gestured widely at the open window. His eyes flew open and a cat that ate the canary smirk pulled at his lips. I didn't know what was more intimidating, his scowl or that triumphant smirk. "I suppose you'll beg Kurama to fix it at the compound. But you know he won't stop badgering you until you explain what happened. Have fun telling him how you were thoroughly spanked." He turned on his heel half facing me, "and don't forget to tell him exactly why you were punished."

"Fine." My teeth had been grinding together so badly my jaw ached. He raised a black brow at me. "You can wrap the fucking wound that you fucking caused you piece of Fuck!"

"I don't feel like it anymore. It'll be much more entertaining watching you explain yourself to Kurama." He walked at an achingly slow speed to the door.

His fingers rested on the doors grooved handle.

"What will it take for you to just fucking do it?" I hissed through clenched teeth. I watched his back muscles tense then rollout. He turned toward me, a smirk plastered on his face.

"I was the one that brought you out of that comatose state. Not your oaf or his sister, not the detective, not Koenma and not Kurama. Acknowledge that you owe me."

"You fucking whipped me! Who were you to decide what punishment I deserved?!"

"Without retribution for your perceived crimes you would have wasted away. You needed my help then just like you need my help now." He made everything he said sound like undeniable fact when really what he needed was to shut up. A stray thought whizzed through my brain, swallowing back the bile I decided to go with it.

"Fine! Fine ok, you were fucking right. I owe you." My mouth felt slimy and I wanted to throw up on his stupid shoes. He considered my words for a long while before nodding in acceptance and grabbing the roll of bandages off the desk. He left the room so quickly I didn't have time to curse his lying ass to hell. Of course I couldn't trust him, he was a fucking asshole! I was still fuming when he returned with a bowl and rags. Grumbling, I got off the bed and quickly turned away from his stupid face. With little to no thought for modesty the sheet fluttered to the ground. I tensed when his fingers brushed the raised skin. His hands were uncomfortably hot, making the already inflamed sores sear with pain. He wasn't gentle as he methodically cleaned each lash and more then once I had to bite down a sharp cry. I could smell the puss oozing out of the diagonal stitch. His rag continuously scrubbed the area until the bowl of water took on a yellow tinge. Pausing only to swap out the old cloth and water for the new he resumed repeatedly draging the scratchy fibers over the tender mark until he was satisfied with the amount of pain he inflicted or something. A thick paste was smeared over my skin, it stung horribly on contact before fizzling out and going numb. The bandage was next, I fixed my eyes on the wall, his arms encircled me to hand off the roll. I didn't think about his chest touching my upper back every time he looped the bandage, I didn't think about the muscles of his arms grazing my hips, all I thought about was how sweet his shock will taste when he finally gets his comeuppance.

Sorry I took so long to update! I made it extra long though! Is it good? Does it suck? I'd really like some feedback! Until next time!