Chapter 10: Taken
I replayed it in my head over and over. The words she had said to my father on my behalf. That she loved me; that she would choose me in every lifetime... that I was better than he was in every which way. She had shunned him in more ways than one. No one has dared to ever stand up to Zeus. Much less a human woman, but that is how much she loved me. I would be lying if there was a part of me that was not worried, that she would fall for shallow charms. I followed after them, staying hidden in the trees. My blood burned when I saw him touch her. It gave me comfort that she was degusted by his touch, and snatched her hand away the first chance she had. She had proven me wrong. I was grateful for that. I had never had anyone care for me this way. I was not worthy of her. I would spend what little time I had with her worshiping her. It had been two days. She was still shaken up from the run-in with my father. I stayed by her side; not leaving her sight once. I buried my nose in her hair and breathed her in.
How lucky I was.
I felt her small arms snake around me. She stretched against me.
She smiled. "Good morning."
I smiled back. "You are very happy these days."
"Well, you often end my nights on a high note," she whispered sweetly.
I looked down at her surprised.
"Kagome, I never thought that I would hear such words from a lady." I teased.
She laughed. "I've told you Sesshomaru. I am no lady. Especially when I am with you."
I smirked, draping her leg over mine.
"I am beginning to rub off on you." I mumbled.
She looked up at me.
"Are you alright? You seem tired."
It was that time. I had been holding it off long enough.
"I am alright." I lied.
She was staring into my eyes, searching for something. She most likely knew that I was not telling the truth, but she did not push. She simply stared at me until I gave in.
"I do not want to leave you," I told her.
Worry riddled her face.
"Leave me?"
"To fix my problem. I have to return to Mount Olympus, but only for a little while. There are some things I need to retrieve."
I felt her relax.
"Is something wrong? What is it that you need?"
Before I could tell her it was nothing, she cut in.
"We do not lie to one another Sesshomaru."
"We gods are immortal yes. However, we need to eat the food of the gods; ambrosia is another name for it. If we do not eat it. We will not die, but we will desiccate."
She touched my cheek. Concern filled her eyes.
"That is why you look so tired. Despite how much you sleep or eat."
I nodded.
"Why did you not tell me?" she asked.
"I made a promise not to leave you again."
"When it comes to your well-being. Promises can be broken Sesshomaru. Besides, you said that you would not be gone long. I will be waiting for you."
I smiled at her, kissing her.
He smiled down at me, kissing me softly. His eyes were so tired. The light in them had dimmed. It was only a slight change, but I would notice any little thing about him. I watched him slip out of bed. I slowly dragged my eye over his naked body. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of him. Lying with him as often as I did was turning me into a deviant. He noticed me watching him. He turned to face me. With a smirk on his slips. He dressed himself slowly holding eye contact with me. He came over to me grabbed my chin kissing me roughly.
"I will be back. I promise," he said kissing me again.
"I will be waiting eagerly."
I slid out of bed, with the sheet still wrapped around me. I walked him downstairs and let him out, making sure to lock the door behind him. Like a child, I rushed upstairs to watch him walk away. I kept my eyes on him until he faded out of my view. I closed the shutters and lit the fire. Since the only thing that was keeping me warm had left for the time being. I tossed the sheet onto the bed, slipping into my dress. Sesshomaru had been gone for a matter of minutes, and I missed him dearly. Things did not feel right when he was not around. I could be heard banging at the front door.
So soon?
He could not be back so soon, could he? Still, I sprinted down the stairs at the thought that Sesshomaru might have returned. I unlatched the door. Before I had the chance to pull the door open. It was thrown open knocking me back. The cold air rushed in. I shot up panicking. Multiple men came rushing in. They moved so quickly that I could not see how many there were. Their faces were covered. One of the masked men kicked the door closed. I tried to run, but one of them tripped me. I landed on my hands. My wrists ached from the impact. He then grabbed me by the hair.
"AHHH," I screamed.
As he yanked me up onto my knees. The man holding my hair slapped me in the face.
"Quiet whore."
My breath hitched in my throat, as I tasted the metallic liquid in my mouth. I could feel it running down my chin. My cheek stung. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I would not cry I would not give them the satisfaction. They said nothing, but I could feel their eyes burning holes into me. I wanted to disappear from their gaze. What had I done to deserve this?
"We could have just a little taste of her." one of the men said.
"No! That is not what we were paid to do. He wants us to bring her to him. That is what we will do."
"But-"
He shoved him in the chest.
"She is not to be touched! You fools have already done enough. Look at her face. He will not be happy about this."
He did not touch me. Instead, he let his eyes linger on me a while longer. I could see them, burning with lust. The dress I wore was only meant for sleeping. It was thin enough to see through, and his eyes were locked on my chest. The man who'd said I was not to be touched, left for a few moments; going upstairs. He returned with my coat and put it on me. He looked up at the man who had a fist full of my hair.
"Let her go," he ordered.
He did as he was told. I rubbed my sore throbbing scalp, but the man quickly took my hands tying a rope around them. Next stuffing my mouth with cloth and tying it shut. With a wave of his hand, the men hurried outside. He followed after them pulling me along. I shivered as my feet made contact with the cold ground. The sun had almost fully set. In a few matter of minutes, it would be completely dark. I watched them climb onto the wagon. He forced me onto the wagon and made me lie down.
"Do not make a sound. I do not want you to get hurt any more than you already have."
The tone of his voice was soft, but somehow it felt as though. A threat lingered in the air between us. He covered me with thick blankets. I listened as his footsteps went further away. The wagon rocked as he climbed on. I heard the sound of reins, followed by the trollopping of the horse's hooves. My back bumped against the touch wood as the wagon rolled. After a few minutes of riding, I felt something rubbing against my calf... they were fingers. Big, rough, and calloused. It made my skin crawl. I did not need to see who the fingers belonged to. I knew... I was ready to scream, but the masked man's words came to my mind.
Do not make a sound. I do not want you to get hurt any more than you already have.
I swallowed my scream and squeezed my legs together tightly. They slowly dragged up to my thigh slightly hiking up my dress. I pulled my dress down. That did not stop his hand from climbing higher. He squeezed my thigh roughly. I clawed my nails into his arm as hard as I could. I knew that I drew blood. I kept at it, but it made no difference. He grabbed one of my fingers yanking it. I did not scream. All I could focus on was the stiffness and pain in my finger. My tears flowed out of my eyes.
He pushed my hands out of the way. He tried to dig his fingers between my thighs. It did not matter how tightly I squeezed my legs together. He forced them between my thighs. Fear gripped me. I was frozen in place as he shoved his fingers further up. Until she was touching my folds. I felt helpless. A few seconds passed before he forced his fingers inside of me. I bit the inside of my cheek drawing blood. I shut my eyes and cried silently as he roughly pumped his fingers in and out of me. He would stop moving and leave his fingers inside of me. Only to pick up the pace once more. My stomach felt sick. I felt so unclean. I tried to imagine I was elsewhere. A place I could escape to and hide from the terrible things happening to me. I felt his thumb pushing up against my clit. I could feel it; the bile threatening to climb up my throat. I fought the urge to not choke on my vomit. Eventually, he pulled his fingers from me, and I thought that this nightmare was over. Until his hand found its way to my breasts. He massaged my breasts switching between them both. He occasionally pinched and twisted my nipple. I yelped in pain when he had pinched and twisted too hard.
"Quiet!' one of them yelled.
I balled up my fists, digging my nails into the palms of my hands. Hoping that I would be able to focus on the pain, and not his filthy hands touching me. He continued on for what seemed like forever. He pulled away slowly letting his fingers linger on my skin. I quickly curled into a ball quietly sobbing. I had been lost in my thoughts. I was not sure how long we had been riding for. The wagon abruptly jerked me back into my grim reality. The blankets were ripped off me and the cold air hit me, pulling me completely out of the fog. I had been kidnapped and violated and I was not sure what else awaited me. My eyes glanced around. We were outside a hut by a forest. It was pitch black, except for two torches by the hut door.
"What is the matter with you?"
He reached out to me and I flinched. He quickly untied my mouth and pulled out the cloth. He peered down at me, his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Were you touched?" he asked quietly.
I pulled my arms to my chest. I opened my mouth to speak, but I could not force the words out. I clamped my mouth shut. He walked past me. I heard someone grunt, and then a loud thud hitting the floor. I did not need to look to know what a man sounds like when he has been hit. I was too afraid to look. I did not want to face the man who had defiled me.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
"I told you she was not to be touched you fool. Do you know what you have done?" he bit out.
"How would he know I touched her? Are you going to tell him?" he sneered.
"You touched her?"
My blood ran cold at the sound of his voice. My heart pounded in my chest. My head slowly turned to face him hoping that I had heard wrong. I watched him step out from behind the tree. It was him.
Hojo.