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Adult +
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3
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8,634
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Chapter One
Chapter One:
Pain.
It was all consuming, ever present, the perfect reminder to what had occurred. The only comfort was that He was not present, his foul aura gone, for now.
A light summer breeze flowed through the room, taunting in its truth of happiness, a happiness now taken.
There is no escape, she thought, none. The room seemed so cold.
If she had the strength to cry, she would. She could not speak; she could barely breathe, barely move. So this is what it’s like, she realized, to be utterly defeated…
Beyond the crime, beyond the room, across the castle hall, Sesshoumaru, son of Inutaisho, lord of all, contemplated his most recent conquest—and she was divine. It was a pity that he had broken her in a night. He had had females that took days, some weeks, to be broken as such. No matter. Still, he would make sure she would have some servants. After all, it wasn’t like she’d be going anywhere for awhile. It was a pity he wouldn’t visit her tonight. Her body had to heal.
Shizu approached the room with caution. She was no fool and knew exactly what had occurred the night before. Any inuyoukai could hear the girl’s screaming and begging for their lord to stop. Kagome had much to learn. Sesshoumaru had no love for weakness.
While slowly entering the room, Shizu was assaulted with the array of scents that permeated the room. The tension was thick. A coldness ran up her spine, a slight glimmer of guilt for her lord’s behavior, but it passed. It was none of her business.
The girl was naked. Dried blood coated her thighs, and deep scratches marked where Sesshoumaru had held her. She was bruised; she was battered. Shizu noticed her eyes were open, staring at nothing. The girl was quiet, too quiet. And Shizu hated this quiet. Where was the miko who defeated the dark hanyou, Naraku, and who was once caretaker of the Jewel of Four Souls?
She was gone. Her body was just too stubborn to believe it, a last echo of the spirit within.
“Kagome-sama,” she began, “I am Shizu, your servant.”
Nothing.
“I’ve come to care for you.”
Still nothing.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” seeing a shudder, she paused, “has ordered it.”
Finally, a response.
Shizu cautiously approached the girl. She wasn’t afraid. Technically speaking, Kagome was no longer a miko, no longer pure. Her powers were gone. Still, Shizu had lived long enough to know the unpredictable nature of humans.
Supplies in hand, Shizu sat on the edge of the bed. She found it odd that Sesshoumaru-sama insisted on having this odd Western furniture in his room.
“Kagome-sama,” she softly spoke, “I must attend to your…injuries—infection may set in.”
She burned a calming incense to fill the room. Smiling, Shizu knew the concoction would effect the human quickly.
Upon closer inspection of Kagome’s wounds, she knew which herbs to grind and mix together. Seeing that the girl had no interest in speaking, Shizu entered the baths to prepare the rest of her formula. To pass the time, she hummed an old tune.
And Kagome dreamed.
And she dreamed of horrible things with red eyes and claws , white hair and fangs, except this was no dream, but a memory.
Stop!!
Stop!!
Between pleading and screaming, he would not stop. His hot breath brushed against her skin and reminded her of his presence. Hips slamming against hers, surprised that bones were not breaking, claws anchoring themselves on her sides, blood running freely.
Pain. He was breaking her, ripping her open. She could feel every inch of him inside her. He seemed to be putting himself entirely into the act. The image of his face caught up with ecstasy would forever be burned in her mind.
Sometimes he would stare straight into her eyes, forcing her to watch him watch her as he continued to move. Sometime he would kiss her, slamming into her harder to get her to scream, open for him, deepening the kiss. He was taking everything. And he knew it, loved it. If she fought, he would hit her. If she cried, he would lick her tears, savoring the taste of them, telling her how sweet they felt on his tongue.
He told her how good she felt, how he would be her only, how this would be forever. There was no escape.
Mine!! was seared into her mind. If she voiced her denial, her refusal, he only turned more sadistic in his use of her. Eventually, she stopped screaming, stopped moving. She was giving up. The last sound she heard was his laughter as he spilled himself into her. “It burns,” she agonizingly wanted to scream but couldn’t. Darkness mercifully took her.
Pain.
It was all consuming, ever present, the perfect reminder to what had occurred. The only comfort was that He was not present, his foul aura gone, for now.
A light summer breeze flowed through the room, taunting in its truth of happiness, a happiness now taken.
There is no escape, she thought, none. The room seemed so cold.
If she had the strength to cry, she would. She could not speak; she could barely breathe, barely move. So this is what it’s like, she realized, to be utterly defeated…
Beyond the crime, beyond the room, across the castle hall, Sesshoumaru, son of Inutaisho, lord of all, contemplated his most recent conquest—and she was divine. It was a pity that he had broken her in a night. He had had females that took days, some weeks, to be broken as such. No matter. Still, he would make sure she would have some servants. After all, it wasn’t like she’d be going anywhere for awhile. It was a pity he wouldn’t visit her tonight. Her body had to heal.
Shizu approached the room with caution. She was no fool and knew exactly what had occurred the night before. Any inuyoukai could hear the girl’s screaming and begging for their lord to stop. Kagome had much to learn. Sesshoumaru had no love for weakness.
While slowly entering the room, Shizu was assaulted with the array of scents that permeated the room. The tension was thick. A coldness ran up her spine, a slight glimmer of guilt for her lord’s behavior, but it passed. It was none of her business.
The girl was naked. Dried blood coated her thighs, and deep scratches marked where Sesshoumaru had held her. She was bruised; she was battered. Shizu noticed her eyes were open, staring at nothing. The girl was quiet, too quiet. And Shizu hated this quiet. Where was the miko who defeated the dark hanyou, Naraku, and who was once caretaker of the Jewel of Four Souls?
She was gone. Her body was just too stubborn to believe it, a last echo of the spirit within.
“Kagome-sama,” she began, “I am Shizu, your servant.”
Nothing.
“I’ve come to care for you.”
Still nothing.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” seeing a shudder, she paused, “has ordered it.”
Finally, a response.
Shizu cautiously approached the girl. She wasn’t afraid. Technically speaking, Kagome was no longer a miko, no longer pure. Her powers were gone. Still, Shizu had lived long enough to know the unpredictable nature of humans.
Supplies in hand, Shizu sat on the edge of the bed. She found it odd that Sesshoumaru-sama insisted on having this odd Western furniture in his room.
“Kagome-sama,” she softly spoke, “I must attend to your…injuries—infection may set in.”
She burned a calming incense to fill the room. Smiling, Shizu knew the concoction would effect the human quickly.
Upon closer inspection of Kagome’s wounds, she knew which herbs to grind and mix together. Seeing that the girl had no interest in speaking, Shizu entered the baths to prepare the rest of her formula. To pass the time, she hummed an old tune.
And Kagome dreamed.
And she dreamed of horrible things with red eyes and claws , white hair and fangs, except this was no dream, but a memory.
Stop!!
Stop!!
Between pleading and screaming, he would not stop. His hot breath brushed against her skin and reminded her of his presence. Hips slamming against hers, surprised that bones were not breaking, claws anchoring themselves on her sides, blood running freely.
Pain. He was breaking her, ripping her open. She could feel every inch of him inside her. He seemed to be putting himself entirely into the act. The image of his face caught up with ecstasy would forever be burned in her mind.
Sometimes he would stare straight into her eyes, forcing her to watch him watch her as he continued to move. Sometime he would kiss her, slamming into her harder to get her to scream, open for him, deepening the kiss. He was taking everything. And he knew it, loved it. If she fought, he would hit her. If she cried, he would lick her tears, savoring the taste of them, telling her how sweet they felt on his tongue.
He told her how good she felt, how he would be her only, how this would be forever. There was no escape.
Mine!! was seared into her mind. If she voiced her denial, her refusal, he only turned more sadistic in his use of her. Eventually, she stopped screaming, stopped moving. She was giving up. The last sound she heard was his laughter as he spilled himself into her. “It burns,” she agonizingly wanted to scream but couldn’t. Darkness mercifully took her.