Life is a struggle

Chapter 2

AN: Hi! Just telling you guys, the reason why I can update regularly now is because I’m on holidays until the end of the year. However, I still need to study, since I’m taking a subject for the public examination next year that I haven’t studied for… And I’m studying Japanese.


Soon it became quite clear to Inuyasha that Corin was one of the more popular hanyous in the brothel. Even later, when Inuyasha was forced to endure five more customers, Corin seemed to be constantly busy. There were no windows in the place, so Inuyasha couldn’t tell if night had fallen.

Inuyasha met many more young hanyous, all of them pale and terrified looking. He also ran into several hanyous around Corin’s age. There was one who looked particularly exotic with flowing shiny pale pink hair and milky pink eyes who was flanked by four men into a room.

At last, told that he could have a break for the day, Inuyasha made his way downstairs slowly, wincing at his aching and tired body. Corin had told him to meet him outside Rakou’s office, and Inuyasha staggered there.

To his horror, Inuyasha recognised genuine screams of pain issuing from inside the office. His bones chilled as he realised that Corin was in terrible agony in there, no doubt tormented by Rakou. He hugged himself, backing away from the polished door.

Several agonising minutes later, the door slid open and Corin staggered out. He was in a terrible state; his golden hair hung lankly about him, matted with blood. Inuyasha was scared. What did they do to the hanyous here? He found himself longing for the comfort of his village, and the loving hands of his mother.

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The sleeping quarters were in the dingy and musty basement. Ragged and torn mats lay on the dirt floor. Canvas walls, stained and yellowed, separated sections of the basement. There were many torches with burning herbs on the walls, filling the air with heavy pungent scents.

Worn hanyous lay on their mats. Not many spoke. Corin brought Inuyasha over to a small dirty section where he was allowed to sleep when he had no customers scheduled. The hanyou Inuyasha had first saw upon entering the place was here; he was lying on a thin mat shivering, blue hair dishevelled. Another small hanyou was combing his hair.

“Have some rest,” Corin whispered. “I’ll wake you up later, I still have to work.”

Inuyasha nodded and crawled over to a mat. The hanyou combing his hair looked up.

“Hi. You new?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t be scared. What’s your name?”

“Inuyasha. You?”

“I’m Rokuta. I have fox youkai blood. You?”

“Dog. My father was an inu-youkai.”

“Inu-youkais are strong. Was that Corin with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Corin’s popular here. He taught me when I first came here. He’s an angel hanyou, that’s why he’s so exotic. Lots of men want him. You’re worried about him, aren’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“I felt that way too. But in here, you have to take care of yourself. Rakou was whipping Suzu today; he’s the youngest here and we all pity him, but if you can’t take care of yourself you’re dead.”

The blunt statement made Inuyasha shudder.

“I have to go.” Rokuta got up. Waving goodbye, he disappeared. Inuyasha curled up on his mat and in a while he was fast asleep, his slumber disturbed by violent nightmares.

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“Wake up, you whore!”

Inuyasha gasped as something wet was flung at his face. Blinking hard, he could just make out a burly figure in front of him; the blue-haired hanyou was in a corner whimpering. A hand caught a fistful his hair and yanked him up roughly; then he was slapped sharply in the face.

“I’m awake,” Inuyasha gasped out, trying to struggle out of the man’s iron grasp. He looked up to see who was holding him. The face of the stout man he had seen earlier swam into focus.

“Get up there and get back to screwing,” the man ordered. He then turned back to the other hanyou. “You too,” he snapped.

The hanyou hastily nodded and left, a hand trying to neaten his messy cerulean hair. Inuyasha made to go after him, but the man held him firmly. With insane laugh, the man pulled Inuyasha close to him and briefly pressed his thin lips against Inuyasha’s mouth. Inuyasha gagged as the smell of sake overrode his senses.

“Now go,” the man ordered, pushing Inuyasha away roughly. Inuyasha staggered, and then holding back a sob, ran to the stairs. He passed several other hanyous, all of whom looked exhausted and defeated. Suzu, the young hanyou he had seen earlier was in a filthy corner nursing several long green gashes in his arms. He gazed at him a moment too long, and the man slapped him again.

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“Mama! Mama! Look at this!”

Izayoi approached her excited son, whose upper body was barely visible in the thick long grass where he was.

“What is this?” Inuyasha asked. With slight difficulty he parted a few blades of grass and bent back to give his mother a closer look at what he had found.

“It’s a nest,” Izayoi explained. “Come on, time to go home. It’s nearly time for dinner.”

“But Mama,” Inuyasha whined. “I wanna stay out a bit later.”

Izayoi smiled. “Okay. A few more minutes, no more.”

Inuyasha nodded happily. Stepping back, he let the grass fall back in place, hiding the nest carefully.

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“Mama,” Inuyasha whispered. But she couldn’t come to him; she would never ever come to him again…

A sharp pain between his legs jolted him back to reality. The wild-haired man above him, straddling him at the hips grinned triumphantly. Inuyasha looked away from the man’s blood-red eyes. He was nauseous with the heavy suffocating stench of alcohol and the pungent smell of the herbs in the torch that burnt all day long, no doubt effectively rendering all the hanyous working here as weak as any mortal.

“You want your Mama,” the man hissed with a smile that did not make him look any friendlier. “The little slut wants his Mama… How touching.”

“Go away,” Inuyasha said weakly. The continuous sharp pain between his legs that was the man’s hand was slowly driving him insane. The lack of food and rest was making him delirious with despair.

The man muttered a few obscenities. When Inuyasha did not respond he slapped the small face beneath him several times, sharp nails slicing the skin open. Blood trickled down his cheek, and the man bent over and licked it off. Inuyasha protested, hands trying to push him away but achieved nothing except raising the man’s anger.

“You dare push me away, whore?” the man hissed angrily. Inuyasha froze, heart pumping madly. “I paid for you!”

“I… I…” Inuyasha whimpered. A blow to the side of his head cut off his words and he shook his head, slightly dazed.

A calloused hand found his throat and squeezed hard. Inuyasha choked, his own hands trying to prise the man off in futility. With the hand still on his throat, the man roughly yanked Inuyasha’s legs up, and then entered him. Inuyasha gasped, fighting for breath, as the man’s thrusts grew more and more aggressive. Tears formed in his eyes as the man came, spilling white semen over Inuyasha’s chest.

Laughing insanely, the man put on his clothes and left. Inuyasha waited a few moments before hastily grabbing his clothes, which had earlier been carelessly thrown aside, and then went out for his next customer.

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The hallway was clean, a far cry from the hanyous’ sleeping quarters. Doors lined the entire length of the hallway. A green cloth hung on a staple fixed to the door meant that there was a worker or workers ‘entertaining’ customers within. Inuyasha stood on tiptoe and unhooked the stained green rag from the door, stuffed it into his pocket and made his way downstairs.

The fat man on the stool, whom everyone called Smut was as usual, was checking the customers’ requests against the schedules of the workers. He was amazingly well organised for someone who gulped beer by the tankards and had a small mountain of papers detailing each worker in the place to match up with nearly hundreds of men that came and went each day.

When Inuyasha cautiously descended the last step (he had learned quickly enough that one had to very alert all the time, as anyone passing by often liked to hit the younger hanyous for no apparent reason at all) Smut was arguing with a tall muscular man who kept flexing his arms in irritation.

“This is a knocking shop, not an auction!” Smut was saying angrily. “Go get your hanyous someplace else!” He burped loudly, banging his half-empty tankard on the counter, sloshing deep red liquid out.

The man angrily lashed out and the tankard clattered to the floor. A red puddle of alcohol crept over the polished floorboards. Inuyasha quickly stepped sideways when the liquid nearly touched his bare feet. Looking warily at the arguing duo the entire time, he hastily joined a small group of young hanyous who were watching the fighting with wary fascination, all completely forgetting about work.

“Fine, how much then?” the man said irritably.

“What do you want anyway?” Smut retorted. He paused in the argument just enough to yell for another tankard to be brought to him, and then resumed the fight with more, if possible, anger. “All the hanyous here are filthy whores. What does your boss want, a toy to fuck in bed?”

That was the final straw. The man’s eyes burned and, reaching over, he gripped Smut around the throat with strong hands. “Never insult my lord,” he growled. “Or else you might find yourself in the place of your whores, fucking men for money.”

Smut choked out something that Inuyasha couldn’t hear, but judging by the look on the youkai’s face, was something not very pleasant. The youkai released Smut, and then suddenly went up to the small group of hanyous where they were pressed against the wall in fearful fascination.

Inuyasha was surprised when the youkai suddenly grabbed his wrist; letting out a small gasp when the firm grip rubbed against a bruise a punter had given him earlier. “Let go!” he said, trying to wrench his hand free.

“Since you threw my offer to buy a hanyou out the window, I’ll take one myself,” the man snarled, dragging Inuyasha with him.

“Oi!” Smut shrieked. “Let go of him! He belongs to Rakou!”

“What is this all about?” said an icy cold voice that Inuyasha had no trouble recognising.

Rakou was walking down the hallway. He did not glance at the young hanyous gathered in the corner; however upon seeing him they all fled into an adjoining room, leaving Inuyasha out there by himself.

Inuyasha closed his eyes just in time as Rakou raised a sword. Blood splattered over his face and he staggered away, eyes still screwed close.

“What do you want?” he heard Rakou’s voice ask coldly.

“I offered to buy a hanyou from this fucking sonovabitch!” the man snarled.

Inuyasha braved one eye and squinted. To his relief, the man was still alive; all Rakou did was cut off his arm that had held Inuyasha. The next second, Inuyasha felt bile rising in his throat as he saw the bloody limp hand on the floor, and quickly shut his eyes again.

“What do you want a hanyou for?” Rakou asked, still in the icy cold voice.

“As a sacrifice to the gods! My village is under the threat of a very powerful demon, and I have been sent to get a hanyou as an offering to the gods to protect us!”

“The hanyous here are to screw, not to make peace offerings,” Rakou said. “Go to hell.”

There was another sick, wet splotch and a wet thud.

“Clean up the body,” Inuyasha heard Rakou say. “Inuyasha, come!”

Inuyasha opened his eyes in surprise. Rakou was striding towards his office.

“Inuyasha, I said to come with me!”

Swallowing hard, Inuyasha took a deep breath and hastily went after Inuyasha.

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“You are an inu-hanyou.”

It wasn’t a question. Inuyasha gulped and nodded, all the time wondering what Rakou wanted with him. Rakou was just calmly observing him, making long periods of torturing silence, a smile on his face as he watched Inuyasha fidget in front of him. After ordering the hanyou in and locking the door, he had ordered Inuyasha to strip and kneel on the floor before him.

Inuyasha looked at the floor, fingers absent-mindedly massaging a dark blue bruise on his wrist. He wondered why Rakou had suddenly summoned him that way. He hoped that Rakou didn’t want to take him or anything; from what he had summed up, Rakou wasn’t exactly gentle.

There was a fire crackling in the grated square of dirt in a corner of the room. Metal guard walls were erected around the small fire, which was burning a bright blue. Inuyasha could see several handfuls of leaves in a basket near the fire. Probably the mysterious herb Rakou used to weaken the hanyous.

“Who gave you the filthy blood?” Rakou suddenly snarled.

Inuyasha gave a start.

“Who gave you the filthy blood?” Rakou repeated with a fierce look. “The filthy human blood that runs in you. Who gave it to you, your mother or father?”

The words ‘my mother’ got lost somewhere up Inuyasha’s throat. Instead, he blurted out something that he knew less than a split second later that he shouldn’t have.

“My mother was human, but her blood is not filthy, it’s you that have filthy blood in your body!” Inuyasha half-rose when he shouted, his fists clenched in anger.

Rakou’s expression turned black. He slapped Inuyasha, and he fell back with a gasp from the blow.

“Mind your words, little slut,” Rakou hissed menacingly. He grabbed a fistful of Inuyasha’s hair; bending his head back with such force that Inuyasha gasped aloud, hands weakly trying to prise off the iron grasp.

The next moment, Inuyasha yelped in pain as Rakou found him between his legs and pulled viciously. Never letting go, Rakou bent forward until his face was inches from Inuyasha’s face, bringing tears to his eyes.

Inuyasha gagged as Rakou forced a tongue into his mouth, a tongue that Inuyasha discovered, was long, rough, scaly and forked. The forked snake-like tongue pushed insistently over Inuyasha’s tongue, and then crept to his throat, enough to choke him. The tongue slowly forced its way down, cutting off Inuyasha’s breathing. His eyes widened in shock.

Inuyasha’s vision started to swim. The sharp unendurable pain in his groin plus the lack of oxygen started to make him drift off into unconsciousness. He tried to beg, but no sound came up as Rakou’s long tongue forced its way lower and lower. Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the tongue slithered back up.

Rakou released Inuyasha, who wriggled away gasping for breath. Every inch of him just begged to be somewhere else, to be far, far away from this place, back with his mother.

If only Dad hadn’t died… Inuyasha closed his eyes, feeling rough hands start to roam freely over his body. If only Dad hadn’t died, maybe I’ll still have a home… Maybe a home better than the one I used to have. No one looking down on me because I’m half-demon…

“So, your father was an inu-youkai?” Rakou whispered in Inuyasha’s ear, as if he had read Inuyasha’s thoughts. “Who was he?”

Inuyasha kept his lips tightly sealed, instincts suddenly screaming at him not to let slip this particular piece of information. For some reason he could not fathom he somehow knew that Rakou would make him suffer even more.

When Inuyasha was silent for too long, Rakou snarled and smacked him. Inuyasha gasped as Rakou flung him onto the hard floor and straddled him, then started raining heavy blows onto his face, shoulders and chest. The blows were so strong that his heart was jolted several times, and Inuyasha thought he would die.

Then Rakou suddenly stopped. “Telling me now?” he hissed, a clenched fist rising, poised to strike.

“I’ve never met him,” Inuyasha stammered. “H-He died when I was born.”

The fist that struck sent brilliant white stars flashing across his vision. Rakou waited for Inuyasha to shake off the pain.

“Who is your father?”

“I’ve never met him! Honest!” Inuyasha repeated, choking as Rakou placed a strong hand over his throat and started to squeeze, cutting off air.

Rakou’s other hand travelled down to Inuyasha’s groin. Fearful anticipation gripped Inuyasha, who expected more stabbing pain. Instead Rakou paused, hand in mid-air.

“Are you going to tell me now?” he asked in a voice barely more than a whisper Inuyasha had to strain his ears to hear each word. “Or else… You’re going to get more pain than you ever imagined.”

Inuyasha shook his head as calmly as he could, but his body was starting to tremble. Rakou gave him one, last long look, then got off him. Inuyasha watched, scarcely able to believe that Rakou was not going to interrogate him any further. He sat back up, supported by an aching and shaking arm. The next moment, however, Rakou turned back to him holding a small shiny dagger.

“Get down on you hands and knees,” Rakou ordered, a thin smile playing over his bloodless lips. “Now!”

Inuyasha scrambled up, backing against the wall in terrified defiance. Rakou continued smiling thinly.

“I can make this a lot painless, hanyou. But unless you answer my questions you’re going to have a real pain when you’re screwing for at least a week. Now!”

“I told you, I’ve never met my father,” Inuyasha insisted, voice shaking. The statement was painfully the truth, but the fact that Izayoi had told him about his father remained.

“You need a little persuading, don’t you?” In a single, fluid motion, Rakou flung Inuyasha back onto the floor and pinned him face down. Inuyasha whimpered softly as he felt the cold metal of the small dagger pressed hard against his back. The air stung his skin as the blade slowly cut a thin red line down his back.

“Why do you want to know?” Inuyasha asked, his steady voice hiding his fear as the blade continued to cut into his skin, dotting up blood.

Rakou smacked the back of his head so hard that Inuyasha was momentarily stunned. “Do not question me, slut,” he hissed. As an extra measure he pressed the dagger harder into Inuyasha, this time creating a much deeper gash.

“I’ll say that you’ll bring in quite some money,” Rakou remarked cruelly. “It’s a good thing that punters here only care about screwing hanyous, don’t give a damn if they’re covered in injuries… Which gives me a lot of chance to carve you up first, then throw you back to work.”

Inuyasha didn’t want to think what he meant by that. All he cared about was getting out of here alive. As more stinging came as the dagger continued to cut his skin, he desperately wanted to just tell Rakou whatever he wanted, but his instincts had never been stronger. Don’t tell him, they seemed to urge him.

“So…” Rakou murmured something in a quiet voice.

The cold blade, now stained with wet blood, suddenly came to a rest between Inuyasha’s legs. Inuyasha froze, eyes widening.

“Last chance. Are you going to tell me?” Rakou’s voice was icy cold.

“I won’t!” The words burst out from Inuyasha’s mouth before he even thought about it in his state of panic. The next moment, he screamed as the dagger was suddenly rammed into him. Blood spilled over the floor as the dagger was thrust in deeper.

“No! Please, don’t…” Inuyasha started sobbing. “Okay, I’ll tell you… My father was Inutaisho. Now let me go!”

“It is not for you to state the terms,” Rakou said dangerously, but the expression on his face changed slightly when he heard the name of the inu-youkai who had been extremely powerful and well known when he had been alive.

“So… Inutaisho stooped so low as to father a child with a human,” Rakou mocked.

“Take that back!” Inuyasha screamed again as Rakou pushed the dagger farther into him.

“Now…” Rakou paused lengthily, just to watch Inuyasha writhe in agony from the dagger now almost buried up to the hilt in his rectum. “Do you have any siblings?”

“No,” Inuyasha responded, crying in pain.

“Oh, really?” Rakou jerked the dagger slightly and smirked at Inuyasha’s cry of pain. “Then, what is this I hear about a certain youkai named Sesshoumaru, whom is a son of the late ruler Inutaisho?”

Sesshoumaru… Inuyasha still remembered that name clearly, the day of their first and only meeting still vivid in his memories…

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“So, you are Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha tried and failed to stare back up at the tall youkai who was now standing in front of him, looking down with disdain at the hanyou. Izayoi had identified Sesshoumaru as Inuyasha’s half brother, but it didn’t make Inuyasha any less nervous. Izayoi had brought Inuyasha to village some way from their home for a brief break, and Sesshoumaru who had been in the area had smelt Inuyasha, and come to see him.

In Inuyasha’s opinion, Sesshoumaru looked even more distinguished than anyone he had ever met. He seemed to look at anyone with a kind of intensity that could make weaker mortals cower.

Izayoi patted Inuyasha’s arm, comforting him. Inuyasha mustered up all the courage he could. “Hi,” he mumbled.

After a long and painful silence, Sesshoumaru had simply turned and walked away.

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“Yes, I have a brother,” Inuyasha said in a defeated whisper, closing his eyes.

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know. Honest!” Inuyasha’s voice rose slightly in panic as he felt the dagger move slightly.

“Well, if I can’t get him, I might as well get his little brother…” Rakou sneered.

“What? What do you want with him?” Inuyasha asked, sensing that it was no longer about him.

“Let’s just say that I’m not too fond of the inu-clan.” Rakou stood up, pacing. “Snobby, pompous, bunch of demons who would rather stay in their human form than in their original, transformed, form. The Western Lands they rule were conquered, from MY CLAN!” Rakou seemed to go berserk with anger. “It’s time for the dogs to be killed!”

“I’ve got nothing to do with this!” Inuyasha half sobbing, cringing with anticipation.

Rakou suddenly bent down and wrenched the dagger out of Inuyasha. The pain was so intense that Inuyasha did not notice the absence of the cold blade for a while.

“From now on, Inuyasha,” Rakou said dangerously. “Come to my office every day at midnight. If you have clients at that hour, just hurry up and make them come, then come to me. If you are late, you will be punished, no doubt about that. Do you hear me?”

Inuyasha nodded slowly. It was obvious that Rakou wasn’t going to let him off easily. He got to his feet, careful to keep his eyes on the floor but at the same time remain wary in case Rakou would hit him.

“Now get out of my sight,” Rakou commanded.

Inuyasha was only too glad too. Pulling his clothes back on he hastily headed for the door as fast as he could.

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The next few hours of servicing the countless customers were a slow and immense torture for him. Not to mention that being beaten by Rakou meant that his movements were slower than usual due to his aching body, which earned him more impatient slaps and lashes with anything that the customer could get his hands on, including a small table an infuriated man had smashed into his back. His wounded rectum meant double the pain with every thrust, and he fainted a few times out of pure agony.

When he got a break, he was half-dragged down to the eating chambers by two young hanyous. Too weak to walk properly, Inuyasha just staggered along, letting them drag him down the stairs.

The low hall was, if possible, as filthy as the sleeping quarters. The floor was just compressed earth and bits of rubbish and debris. Wooden benches that looked ready to give way under the slightest bit of weight were arranged messily. There were no tables save for one placed in the far corner, where two hanyous who were obviously in charge were handing out plates of food.

“Those who are too injured to work are sent here,” one of the hanyous who had brought Inuyasha down informed him.

“Although ‘too injured’ here is defined as unable to entertain the customers properly,” the other added.

“But it’s a horrible place to work in anyway, so I’ll normally rather be upstairs being beaten up by clients than be down here serving food,” the first one explained, depositing Inuyasha in a bench that creaked dangerously.

Inuyasha stared around. He had had enough experience being a punchbag upstairs, what could be worse than that? He saw the answer a moment later. The hanyous serving the food were shackled heavily with rusty chains, and both looked very tired.

“How long have you been working here?” Inuyasha muttered as he took a plate of food – if one could call that food. It was just a few pieces of rotting mushrooms, a cracked stained bowl of watery soup and a small burnt piece of meat that he couldn’t recognise.

The hanyou glared. “You new?”

Inuyasha cowered. “Yeah.”

The hanyou’s look softened a bit. “Two days.”

He gaped. A poke in the back made him turn around. It was Rokuta, the hanyou he had met in the sleeping quarters. Rokuta grabbed his hand and pulled him away.

“What was that about?” Inuyasha asked indignantly.

“It isn’t nice working here,” Rokuta said quietly. “Trust me, I know. Anytime someone will come down and whip you for no reason at all, and you don’t get any breaks.”

Inuyasha fell silent. This place was hell. All he wanted now was to escape. But… Wouldn’t it be too cruel if he alone escaped and left all the other hanyous behind to suffer?

He forced down the floppy mushrooms, cringing at the taste they left on his tongues. He wouldn’t be surprised if he got food poisoning from it. The ‘soup’ wasn’t any better. There were soggy wisps of cabbage in it, and he suspected strongly that it was just water boiled with a few cabbage leaves… He doubted if the soup was even boiled properly. The meat turned out to be rat, with tiny slabs of meat clinging miserably to small bones chunked together.

“Don’t we get anything else?” he asked Rokuta quietly, who had swallowed down his food without any expression on his face.

“Yeah,” he replied sarcastically. “If some sick perverted client forces wine down your throat until you puke, and then wait till you’re dead drunk before fucking you.”

Inuyasha was stunned, and did not need much skill to read into Rokuta’s words. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be. I told you earlier, just watch out for yourself. Don’t bother about others.”

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The sessions after that were luckily not as painful as before eating. The worst was that Inuyasha had been forced to suck on two men at once, nearly choking him to death and making him vomit, but somehow he managed to pull it off without puking.

He had nearly forgotten about Rakou’s threat, but when he glanced at the crudely made clock in the main hallway he realised that he had to go met Rakou in less than an hour. Not at all eager to do so, he made to go back to the sleeping quarters for a break before he faced any more torture. Unluckily, Smut grabbed him and sent him off with a beastly-looking youkai.

By the time the youkai was done with him, Inuyasha, still with a foul taste on his tongue after the youkai had ordered him to lick all over his sweaty body, staggered off to Rakou’s office.

“You’re late. Now take off your clothes.”

The next hour was even worse than the last meeting he had with Rakou. Rakou tied him up tightly with chains, and then had slowly tormented him by inserting objects into his anus until he bled profusely. His groin was burning in pain as he was gradually stretched beyond his limit, Rakou pushing in hot coals from his fireplace, pebbles and tightly rolled up rags.

“No more, please,” Inuyasha begged hoarsely as Rakou, still with a thin insane smile on his lips, slowly pushing a third roll of cloth into him with brute strength. He was tied up so tightly that he could not move, even if he wanted to, in an awkward position on his hands and knees, with his legs slightly raised and spread wide open.

“I’ll decide when to stop myself,” Rakou said coldly. “Shut up!”

Inuyasha felt as if he was slowly being ripped open with a blunt spear from the inside. Tears streamed freely down his cheeks. His muscles were screaming in protest, but all he could do was struggle. Unfortunately, the slightest movement from him only aroused Rakou further, who was naked from waist down, occasionally cradling his crotch.

Without realising it, Inuyasha started wishing for someone to come save him. A family member. But now all he had left was…

“Sesshoumaru,” he whispered quietly.

The dislike he had adopted when he first met Sesshoumaru as his older brother looked upon him with disdain slowly evaporated.

“Sesshoumaru, help me…” he said softly.