Panic spread through Kagome's body, her once warm rosy cheeks paled tremendously and she shivered at the coldness prickling her spine. She stared at her hands in her lap as a voice in her mind screamed drowning out all the sounds erupting around her. The voice kept telling her to run, run far and run fast. The priestess couldn't find the strength to fight it. She can't run. She can't hide. She can't escape the horrors she will soon face. The screams that haunt her from the previous night, the cries of pain she prayed she would forget if she lived long enough, will only get louder. The Band of Seven's blood lust wasn't satisfied. They needed more. Though she couldn't be surprised, she sat petrified knowing she will bear witness to their savagery once again. The voice kept screaming. Kagome couldn't even flinch at the piercing sound within her own mind. She remained stunned still until she noticed someone sitting in front of her. She lifted her head to find Bankotsu watching her closely. His eyes searched her face as if something was hidden in her features. As she stared back at him, she remembered the way he looked not long ago when he stopped Jakotsu from assaulting her further. She had seen Bankotsu upset before, even frustrated whether it was with his own men or his enemies, but she had never seen him so outraged. She felt a new kind of fear towards the man who saved her. It was this fear that made Kagome understand the other mercenaries' caution of their leader. While she remained terrified of this side of him, she also felt warm. She felt safe. It made sense to her; if he hadn't arrived when he did Jakotsu wouldn't have stopped. She would've felt his wrath until her very bones crumbled within. Unlike the rest of his men, Kagome didn't think too deeply into Bankotsu's actions towards Jakotsu. The scene filled each of the witnessing members with thoughts that furthered their suspicions. Bankotsu has a distinct need to protect the girl, whether he admitted it to anyone or even to himself. Looking at him now, her breath hitched noticing how soft his eyes were as he sat silently across her with the corners of his mouth falling. He looked almost desolate.

He broke eye contact to reach for a damp cloth near him. Kagome noticed the small tray with medicinal herbs placed on it. Bankotsu grabbed her chin and turned her face back towards him. He moved strands of her raven hair away from her face and pat the damp cloth over the cut near her eye where Jakotsu began his abuse earlier that day. His touch was tender with a certain gentleness that she had never experienced before. He moved the cloth over her lip and to the other side of her eye. She winced at the contact. She didn't have the chance to get a look at herself, but with the sting humming throughout her face everywhere Bankotsu touched she knew she must look like she got hit by a truck. His ministrations soothed the pain she felt, each touch instantly felt relieving almost like magic. The guilty expression he wore didn't falter as he tended to her wounds. Why would he feel guilty?

In that moment, she forgot everything. Forgot where she was and where she was going. Everything went still and silent. She could only be aware of the man in front of her and the pang she felt in her chest, her eyes unable to leave his.

What is happening to me?

Suikotsu approached the two, "We are ready, Big Brother."

"Good, we better get moving." With that, Suikotsu handed some rope to the leader. Bankotsu accepted it and bound her hands with the same amount of gentleness he had before, tying a knot that was firm though not tight enough to hurt her skin.

He guided her to Ginkotsu keeping her close to him. Each of his men eyed the two closely, but Mukotsu was the only one to speak.

"Big Brother, why not allow me to hold onto the miko? You don't need to bother yourself with her."

Bankotsu smirked at the poison user, finding humor in his suggestion.

"It's obvious that Kagome is only safe with me since none of you can keep your hands to yourself. Besides … I don't need my prisoner getting sick on me. It's a shame you're not as attractive as you are thoughtful." Bankotsu's comment struck a nerve in Mukotsu and his smirk didn't falter at the somber look in the poison user's eyes. Mukotsu had always been sensitive about his appearance, wanting nothing more than a beautiful woman to give him a sliver of attention like the kind his leader was used to. Kagome was a goddess in his eyes, she was a treasure. After those harsh words, she was a treasure Mukotsu was more determined to claim.

Kagome didn't even glance at the poor poison user. Her eyes were glued to Bankotsu in shock. It was the first time, aside from last night, that he had used her name.

"Alright, men. Move out!" At his command, Ginkotsu began to move. Kagome didn't know where they were going, but she dreaded their arrival. It was only a matter of time before the lovely moonlit sky would be stained in blood.

While Kagome let her mind wander gazing upon the calm night sky, she remained oblivious to Bankotsu's focus on her.

The moon's glow showered over her as they traveled, emphasizing her smooth cheeks and sad eyes. He couldn't fight against the knot in his stomach with the sight of her battered face. Her once flawless ivory skin was colored purple with hints of blue and the skin near her eye and bottom lip were broken from the abuse she received. He was angry. Angry with Jakotsu for laying a hand on her, angry at Suikotsu for suggesting they'd end her life as soon as Inuyasha came, angry at himself for leaving her alone and unprotected.

If I had just stayed with her, none of this would have happened.

He felt sick as he tended to her wounds. He wanted her bruises to disappear faster than they came. He watched as she lifted her arm to tame her wild locks and flinch as if the movement caused her pain. She didn't help his suspicions when she grasped at her arm, shutting her eyes tightly as if her injury would disappear if she focused hard enough. Bankotsu knelt next to her to take her arm in his hand, lifting the fabric to her shoulder. He growled at the sight of five nasty bruises wrapping around her arm, clearly in the shape of fingers. He thought that his comrade simply lost his temper in that one moment of his arrival but finding more of her skin discolored made Bankostu's nerves jump. Kagome even noticed his right eye twitching at the sight of her newly discovered bruises. The anger he felt the moment he saw Jakotsu's fist and foot connect to the miko's body returned immediately, the fire burning uncontrollably inside knowing she was mistreated throughout the day, without him there to protect her.

He let go of her arm and stalked towards Jakotsu who sat on the opposite side of Ginkotsu from him. Jakotsu didn't notice Bankotsu until it was too late. He was pinned to the metal man, lifted off his feet, with Bankotsu's strong hand wrapping around his throat.

"Brother Bankotsu!" Suikotsu exclaimed in surprise but Bankotsu didn't acknowledge him. His sharp stare bore into Jakotsu's terrified eyes. He thought he dodged a bullet from earlier, but he obviously wasn't in the clear just yet.

Bankotsu didn't say anything, just tightened his grip little by little as the seconds passed. Only when Jakotsu started turning blue did Bankotsu drop him. Air rushed painfully into his lungs and he held his sore throat, too scared to look up at Bankotsu just yet.

"I better not find anymore bruises on the girl again. That goes for all of you." He eyed each one of his comrades, making his point clear. "Touch her … and you die." The mercenaries gulped at his threat in unison.

Bankotsu didn't wait for anyone to respond as he returned to Kagome's side. He sat down beside her, the vibrations of his fury sending a chill through Kagome's nerves.

"If any of them touch you, tell me right away." There was no arguing about it and if there was Kagome didn't want to. Though she remained a prisoner, she felt the safest with Bankotsu.

"O-okay … Bankotsu." She said softly, almost whispering. She hadn't spoken much the last twenty-four hours and her voice was rough, but he heard her. He suddenly recalled the first time he heard her speak. He had the urge to discover who the voice belonged to. His body acted on its own accord, and before he could think his eyes spotted the raven-haired priestess dressed in the strangest kimono he had ever seen. The initial sight of her made his hakamas tight. Not even whores in the brothels he'd come across on his travels wore anything that indecent. He was tempted to take her for himself that moment, ignoring Naraku's orders to dispose of her. Her posture was equal to her voice as she spoke. Strong, determined and ready for whatever came next. Hearing her voice weak and hoarse was foreign, and he didn't want to hear her that way ever again.

Somehow, being next to her slowly extinguished the raging inferno within him. It took a few minutes, but he calmed drastically. Her presence comforted him and made him feel at ease. He even forgot what the point of tonight was. But it was too late to turn back. Even though Bankotsu didn't feel the need to kill anymore, he wouldn't deny the boys their fun.

Bankotsu spotted a village not far away and gave Ginkotsu the order to head in that direction. When they arrived, Bankotsu turned to his men. He could feel their excitement in their expressions.

"Listen up!" They all suppressed their itch for blood to look at their superior. "You know what to do but make it quick. I wanna get back to base as soon as possible, so don't take too long!" His command received a few disappointed groans. One thing they enjoyed most from their raids was taking their time, relishing in the screams and watching the blood of their victims spread on their feet almost in slow motion. The Band of Seven was infamous for their savage ways. And they loved it.

"But Brother Bankotsu, won't you be joining us?" Renkotsu asked.

"Someone has to watch the miko. Like I said earlier, none of you could keep your hands to yourself. I would like to keep my prisoner in one piece. Now get moving before I change my mind!" With that being said, the six mercenaries didn't waste another second. The village before them was a playground, calling to them. Even if Bankotsu was setting a time limit for them, they were determined to make the most of it.

Kagome watched them move through the shadows, losing sight of them every now and then, waiting for the inevitable. They saw toys waiting to be played with, but Kagome saw families sleeping peacefully in their homes oblivious to their demise coming closer and closer with each step they took. And then … she heard it. The vibration of a woman's scream spreading through the village, awaking all residents in panic. That scream was soon followed by the cries of children. Yelling after their mothers and fathers, wondering what was happening and wishing nothing more than for it to stop. But it won't stop. Not until there wasn't a person alive to cry or scream or beg for mercy. She couldn't bear it. She closed her eyes and covered her ears, wanting nothing more than for them to stop. She suddenly felt disappointed in herself. If only she were stronger, she could help them. She could stop the murderers from their rampage and make this night seem like a nightmare. Children could wake up to find their mothers and fathers still alive. But she was weak, fragile, helpless and imprisoned. Her eyes stung with silent tears as she was forced to face the horror of this night. Reliving the previous night when she was injured and taken captive. She may have not known anybody from this village as opposed to the ones who fed and sheltered her but it didn't quiet the screams nor the excruciating pain in her chest. The swift whispers of blades, the roars of Ginkotsu's automatic weapons, Kyokotsu's fists crushing bones into the earth, the sickening sound of Suikotsu's claws slicing through flesh and Renkotsu's fire reducing bodies to ash; each sound grew louder and louder until Kagome couldn't even hear herself breathe. Bile rose in her throat and she heaved what little was in her stomach until there was nothing left. Her body felt weak and her head felt light. The sounds echoed in her ears, embedding themselves in every cell in her body. It was overwhelming and the village began to fade, her vision unable to focus on the raided village before darkness swallowed everything she could see.

Bankotsu wasn't surprised to see the priestess' reaction to his group's barbaric ways. After all, she was innocent and spent all her days caring for life rather than taking it. However, he didn't expect her to faint. He noticed her sway from the corner of his eye and moved to her side to catch her before she hit the ground. He stayed still for a moment as she laid unconscious in his arms. He knew there was nothing he could do to make things easier for her. He knew who he was, what he and his men do, what they are known for. There was no denying or changing the facts. No matter how much he wondered how things would be if they walked a different path.

Bankotsu refused to admit it to anyone, even to his best friend and partner Jakotsu, but the life of a mercenary laid a heavy burden on him. All he'd known and all he brought around him was death. In rare times of peace, he found himself imagining a life where that momentarily peace lasted for the rest of his days. Maybe he could've lived a more mundane life. Maybe he could've had a family of his own. Maybe he could be happy. But every time reality would deliver a solid slap to his face. He was a murderer, a monster. He chose this path, to be strong and undefeated by humans or demons alike, and he knew once he took that first step on this path there was no going back. He knew that better than anybody.

He laid the unconscious priestess against a nearby tree before moving back to watch the chaos before him. He couldn't stop himself from gazing at the girl every other minute. She was like a magnet, pulling his attention to her and though he enjoyed looking at her, he felt grief for the life he wished he could've had. A life where he could've been something different. He envied her innocence and her compassion for human life. The light that shone brightly within her whereas only darkness resided in him.

The heavy footsteps of his men grew louder as they came closer. They wore cruel, satisfied grins being covered in innocent blood. He expected nothing less. Now that their fun was over, they could return to base and leave the village in ruin and out of memory.

Kagome awoke from the unsteady path they rode on Ginkotsu's moving body. When she lost consciousness the village was in view, and now they were surrounded by trees, rocks and silence. They must've finished their job and made way towards their home while she was unconscious. Her head laid on a soft surface opposed to Ginkotsu's cold, hard metal. Warmth spread through her from where she laid and she looked up to find Bankotsu looking out towards their path. She kept quiet laying in his lap before he felt movement and glanced down at her.

"Finally awake. Feelin' any better?"

She blushed realizing their close proximity and thought best to distance herself but a strong hand kept her still before she could sit up.

"You shouldn't move so much. You already fainted, I don't need you overexerting yourself."

Kagome just shook her head submitting to his order and forced herself to relax against him. The warmth of his body spreading through her was comforting to where a sigh of contentment nearly slipped her lips. She still felt dizzy from losing consciousness earlier and knew Bankotsu was right about overexerting herself. They remained in their positions until arriving back to base. Upon arrival, Bankotsu ordered all the men to get themselves cleaned up while he and the miko go hunting. The men did as they were bid, the past two nights made them realize it's better for them to abide by all orders and not test Bankotsu's patience. The men scattered off to the springs leaving their leader alone with the priestess.

Before taking off for the evening hunt, Bankotsu led Kagome inside the castle.

"Drink." He said holding a cup filled with water in front of her. She took it and bowed her thanks to him, it was just what she needed after her earlier episode. Having her fill, she followed Bankotsu closely into the forest. Bankotsu spotted a boar several meters ahead of them and pegged it big enough to feed everyone. After ordering Kagome to stay in her spot and remain quiet, he stalked after the boar. She tried to follow him with her eyes but it was too dark to keep track of him until suddenly the moon's light danced off Banryu's blade cutting through air in the blink of an eye before burying itself in its target. She watched Bankotsu retrieve his over-sized halberd and swing the dead boar over his shoulder. His strength amazed her watching him carry the large object and his prey with such ease, as if both weighed as much as a feather. He smirked his cocky grin at her amazement. He enjoyed showing off his strength and abilities, proud of how far he'd come from being a weak and pitiful child.

The silence between them was killing him but she didn't know what to say and neither did he. What was there to talk about between a captor and his captive? Any topic that came to mind sounded more stupid than the last.

As the two returned, Bankotsu ordered Renkotsu and Suikotsu to gather firewood and water while he and Jakotsu began skinning and quartering the boar. The scent of the cooking meat was mouth watering to the starving priestess. She was rather surprised when Bankotsu dished a bowl for her and took it gratefully. The stew was as delectable as its scent calming the rumbling in her stomach. After everyone had their fill, the men's exhaustion wore them down and they each retreated to bed except for Bankotsu, Kagome and Kyokotsu.

"Miko, come with me. Kyokotsu, follow us."

"Yes, Big Brother." Kagome could practically feel the giant's voice vibrating the earth under her feet. She stood and followed Bankotsu as did the giant.

The three came upon a hot spring. The natural steam dancing off the water's surface reflecting the moon's light.

"Get undressed Miko." Kagome looked at Bankotsu as if he grew a second head. "I don't know about you, but I don't like the idea of you wreaking up the whole castle. I'm giving you the chance to bathe so I suggest you take it."

"Uh.. o-okay. But can you at least turn around?" She could feel the heat in her cheeks intensify under his glare, the thought of being in the nude in front of her captor sent her nerves running wild.

"Get undressed. Now." Realizing she wasn't going to get around it, she sighed and reluctantly shed her clothes. Her body trembled at the feel of his eyes roaming her untouched body, taking in every curve to memory until she was in the water. She willed herself to relax in the hot spring's water, scrubbing at the blood and dirt covering her body. Bankotsu was right about blood being more resistant to come off after some time. It felt as if the innocent blood became a part of her own skin. It was disgusting.

With no more filth to rid from her body, she turned and found she was alone. How did Bankotsu, even the giant, leave without her noticing? Not only were her escorts gone but her clothes as well. The idea of possibly escaping left as soon as it came.

Kagome sat quietly in the hot spring waiting for Bankotsu's return when a sudden sensation spread through her body. A mist unlike the steam coming from the water coated the area like a fog. She tried to stand to see what was happening but she couldn't move. Her legs laid limp and her arms went numb. She couldn't even lift her head as every muscle remained still. She heard a chuckle from the shadows and her anxiety skyrocketed.

"My beautiful miko… what a delicious figure you had hiding underneath that strange kimono of yours." Her eyes widened recognizing that voice. "I deeply apologize that things had to be this way, but I had to make sure you wouldn't run from me."

"M-Mu..kotsu .. "

The poison user came to view, "Indeed, my love. Do not worry, my paralyzing poison won't hurt you. There's no need to fight it. Without Big Brother here, this is our chance to escape. We can leave here, together, and start a new life."

"No."

"What?"

"No. We can't."

"Why of course we can, darling."

"No, Mukotsu. I don't want to."

"Why must you hurt me so?"

"Because I'm not yours! I never will be. I'd rather die here by the hands of your brothers than leave with you." Her words cut through Mukotsu like a knife but she couldn't stop them, "Whatever fantasy you are living in, you need to wake up. I will never love you!"

"Yes. You will. Even if I have to force you!" Mukotsu dragged Kagome out of the water by her hair. She yelped at the abuse on her scalp. The ground's surface dug into her skin unforgivingly. The poison was still effective in her body, she couldn't fight him or free herself from Mukotsu's grasp. She could only scream and cry at the treatment she received. "You will be my woman! I will finally have the one thing Big Brother cannot!" He shouted over her pained cries. She was helpless against the poison user. For the first time since her capture, she was truly terrified. She called for the only one able to save her, hoping he was close enough to hear her.

"Bankotsu!"

A soft sound cutting through the mist, so quick it was barely noticable made Mukotsu suddenly still and the hand holding Kagome's hair refusing to release. She prepared herself for more punishment thinking that the calling of Bankotsu furthered the man's anger, but instead of an iron fist, warm liquid with the scent of iron fell over her body like rain. The fluid ran down her arms and her face, her lips tasting the unexpected substance leaving a morbid realization. Blood. She dared a glance towards her captor. Her eyes widened and she suddenly forgot to breathe. The quiet night made the revulting noise of flesh leaving flesh echoe in her ears as she watched Mukotsu's torso slide off his hips in near slow motion. Her gathered hair slid from his hand as his body separated in two, falling to the ground coloring the earth in crimson. Never before had Kagome witnessed something so grotesque. If the poison wasn't still active in her body, she was sure the scene would still render her immobile.

"Are you alright, Miko?" She gasped, standing in front of the bisected poison user was Bankotsu holding his bloodied Banryu. It seemed that no matter how many times he cleaned its blade, it wore blood like it demanded it. Like it needed it.

"I … can't move."

He looked once more at his dead comrade with a look of pure disgust before driving Banryu into the ground. He knelt to Mukotsu's legs and shuffled through his clothes before finding what he was looking for.

He lifted Kagome's head and put a strange concoction to her nose.

"I ordered Mukotsu to develop an antidote for his potions in case any of us were affected." He explained, "Inhale it." Kagome did as she was ordered and after a few moments, she regained feeling in her limbs and could move her legs. She held onto him for support trying to stand but her legs remained wobbly. His hold on her didn't lessen even after Kagome's legs proved to be steady.

"Thank you, Bankotsu." Her gratitude wasn't false. Her stomach churned at the possible outcomes if Mukotsu got his way. Just his hungry gaze was enough to make Kagome nauseous, but the thought of his hands on her made her want to faint.

When she glanced up to meet Bankotsu's eyes, he was wearing his usual cocky smirk as if something about the situation amused him.

"You're welcome. And I'm definitely not complaining about the view I'm getting." She looked down at herself and realized she was still naked, covered in Mukotsu's blood. The scent of his blood filled her nostrils threatening to empty her finally full stomach. "I like you like this. Naked. Covered in blood. It's really hot." The tone of his voice matched the small growl of approval erupting from his chest. The sound made her shiver but not out of fear. Her body felt warm with a foreign sensation spreading through her abdomen to her toes. Her thighs trembled at the electrifying feeling running through her body. She squeaked when Bankotsu picked her up and dropped her body back into the hot spring without warning. The act caught her by surprise and she broke the surface coughing out the water in her lungs gasping for air. Her angry glare only received intense laughter from Bankotsu. He held onto his stomach as he struggled to breathe through his laughter.

"What?" He asked as if the reason for Kagome's glare was unknown, "Gotta get the blood off somehow."

She turned away from him with a hmph and started cleansing herself of Mukotsu's blood. It seemed just like Banryu's blade, blood was drawn to her skin like a magnet. Suddenly a splash in the hot spring disturbed the water's calm surface. Kagome squealed again, expecting another unwanted visitor. But instead, she found Bankotsu in the hot spring with her naked as the day he was born. He sighed blissfully at the water's comforting warmth. She blushed incredibly at the sight of droplets falling from the man's face to his neck down to his bare chest. She swallowed the lump in her throat at the sight of his godly form. She instantly remembered last night when she first caught a glimpse of his body and was gifted with the opportunity to touch it, dragging the wet cloth over his skin and swearing to the Kamis above that he was made of stone. The blush on her cheeks intensified, coloring her face like a tomato. She didn't realize that Bankotsu was watching her drool over herself. He stood, the water covering his waist and everything below, taking slow predatory steps towards the innocent miko. She sat paralyzed as if the poison hadn't worn off, her eyes unable to move past their point of focus. Bankotsu leaned towards her, caging her in with his arms like he did the night before. His eyes were filled with hunger, need and lust. She felt small under him and knew she should be terrified, but the tingling sensation in her nether regions made her feel a sort of excitement that she couldn't understand.

He closed the space between them until their noses were touching. Kagome's heart was beating at a ridiculous pace, threatening to burst out of her chest.

"Like what you see?" His teasing sent a delicious chill through her spine, furthering her blush if that was even possible at this point. "Tell me, Miko. Why did you call for me?" She knew what he meant by that. She nearly forgot that she called Bankotsu's name when she felt endangered in the hands of Mukotsu. She called for the first person that came to mind to protect her, and he came.

"I … I …. " She couldn't even form the appropriate words to describe the feelings and thoughts she had when she shouted his name. She broke their intense eye contact to focus, "I saw you were gone, and … when Mukotsu came I was terrified. I couldn't move and I … I wondered where you were. And I was more scared thinking you wouldn't be there to stop him." Her words had a warming effect on Bankotsu's cold heart. "Besides … you told me to tell you if any of your brothers hurt me. When you weren't there, I guess part of me knew you would be close by."

The moments of silence stretched to feel like almost an eternity before either spoke or moved. Kagome was surprised by her words, but she knew they held all the honesty she could give. They remained immobile, blue boring into brown, their shallow breaths being the only sound coming from the mercenary and the priestess.

Even if Bankotsu refused to admit it, the priestess had an effect on him unlike any other. Her lively chocolate orbs, her soft ivory skin coating her curvaceous body, the deep blush invading her cheeks whenever he came too close or spoke words she didn't expect, how her every movement was done with the upmost grace, everything about her made his hakamas unwillingly tight and his throat dry. He could've sworn this woman was a demoness bewitching him to submit to her. However, even though she was human like him, she was indeed bewitching him but in a way he didn't seem to mind or resist. As if his body moved on its own accord, the mercenary leaned in even closer. She could feel his breath on her lips, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand. His lips came closer to hers, tortuously slow, begging him to taste the innocent girl, to taste every bit of her. Kagome couldn't think, couldn't resist, as the urge to connect their lips became terrifyingly overwhelming. She couldn't reason with herself to stop him. Instead, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, waiting for his mouth to claim her own.

But it never came.

She opened her eyes to find Bankotsu, still close enough to feel his breathing on her skin and watched him as he pulled away from her. The look on his face could almost be confused with pain, like the close proximity of their bodies had burned him. He was so close and she nearly welcomed his actions. As he pulled away, taking a few steps back to increase their distance, Kagome couldn't help feeling rejected even if she couldn't understand it.

He took a deep breath as if to recollect himself and the wanting gaze in his eyes was clouded. His eyes were hard and cold. The Bankotsu she nearly submitted to was gone. In front of her now was the fearsome leader of the Band of Seven, her captor, the man whose hands she will probably die from.

"I brought a new kimono for you to wear. Finish cleaning yourself and get dressed."

With that, he leapt out of the water to retrieve his own clothing. She washed the fresh blood off her body with her back to him, fighting against the tears brimming her eyes.

What am I doing? He almost kissed me … and I would've let him!

He watched over her as retrieved the new kimono he provided her. It was breath-taking. The silk fabric was decorated with cherry blossoms sewn in patterns with gold dancing around the petals. She'd never even seen princesses clothed in such an elegant gown. Once she tied to kimono to hug her form, she turned to Bankostu. His appearance remained unbothered, but he was fighting the urge to rip it off of her. The color reflected well on her skin, almost making her glow like an ethereal goddess. Such beauty and grace, it was impossible to believe she was an ordinary human.

He led her back to the castle, not uttering a single word of what the miko was doing to him. While he endured his internal battle, the miko following was fighting her own.

Whatever he's planning to do with me, even if he kills me, I hope he does it soon.