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Chapter 20
After a long absence, I’m finally back ! ^^
And I apologize.
I have been really busy and then I was ill. (I sincerely apologize to Momo and the person I was supposed to write a story for in the Dokuga Exchange, as I was able to give it to MomoDesu only too late to be able to participate to the challenge. I still sent it to her and proposed to write a whole story for the person that had been wronged by my absence in a way to say sorry but I had no answer yet. If she is angry I can’t really blame her.) I’m almost totally back on my feet and I must say that passing Christmas’ Eve in a hospital is something I don’t want to ever experience again. >_<
Anyways, even if there are still some problems, I’m back home and ready to write! *grin*
I thank Pandora-of-the-South for her beta work on this new chapter!
WARNING: this chapter might hurt the sensibility of some people. Until now, I never wrote about what Naraku was doing but this time it was necessary. (and I hope that I will never have to write something like that again because it was really difficult). Yes, it is torture. You can wait for the next chapter to avoid reading this if you don’t like it. I will make sure that you will be able to understand what happened without reading this chapter. The Mature rating of this story is justified so you know what is ahead.
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Previously, in the chapter 19:
She tried to act calm but it was difficult. Her trap was planted. Now she just had to await the result. She didn’t have to wait for long.
“Feh, you will see them soon. But for now, let me show you my feelings for you, please. You were almost lost to me. I realize that time could be against us. One of us could be dead tomorrow. I don’t want to have regrets and to lose any more time on the past. It is time to live in the present. I realize that I made a lot of errors and hurt you much. I want to have a new fresh start. Will you let me show you?”
The prey had fallen into the trap without even realizing it. Kagome’s eyes narrowed while her anger blazed. “You will not show me anything…
Naraku.” She spat out.
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Chapter 20
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Kagome was glaring towards ‘InuYasha’ with all her might. Internally, she was berating herself for having believed and fallen so easily into the trap of the devious spider hanyou. She had been so overjoyed; the happiness of liberty recovered was still twinkling all over her senses.
But everything had been false.
How could she have been so blind? She had not really questioned her sudden freedom. When she realized that she was out and that Sesshomaru was nowhere in sight, she had assumed that maybe the demon Lord had found a way out for them and had left her in the clearing to find her way to her friends by herself.
It would not have been so surprising for Sesshomaru to abandon her behind, even if her heart had fallen then. But at least, he had made sure that she was safe and that someone would find her quickly. She would not admit it out loud but she had found herself growing accustomed to the silent companionship she had found in the DaiYoukai and most assuredly would miss his presence later on.
Oh, she wasn’t kidding herself in thinking that, maybe, he was feeling the same way about her, but even if it was one-sided, she thought of the Lord of the West as a friend. She knew that she must have probably driven the male crazy with her constant thatching about anything and everything that could came across her little mind, but Sesshomaru had just been too polite to tell her to shut up.
Kagome was sure that, without his ever constant presence, she would have already gone truly crazy and have a massive breakdown. Even if he rarely ever answered her, she had someone to talk to and never felt alone with him simply there. But most importantly, she was staying strong because he was there. She did not know why she felt like she had to prove herself in the demon Lord’s eyes but it was as if she had to show that she was more than just a pathetic human. Even as she thought she was finally free, she did feel a twinge of sadness because it had meant that her ‘friendship’ with Sesshomaru had probably came to an end as well. After all, they agreed that, once outside, everything would go back to normal; she had even been the one to say that what happened in the cell would stay in the cell. Though she had been glad to see what she thought was InuYasha, she was sad for the loss of Sesshomaru presence.
But everything was just a big fat lie anyways.
As her eyes came back to focus, her vision fixed on ‘InuYasha’ who was still hovering over her. She watched as a familiar, but unfamiliar to the dog-eared hanyou, smirk grew on his lips. She glared angrily at the despicable dark hanyou. Naraku would pay dearly for this. She didn’t know how he succeeded in creating this almost unfaultable illusion, when she had always been able to tell the difference in his previous schemes, but right now she didn’t care. When she is free, because she will be, she will make him pay dearly, even if it is the last thing she does.
Little by little, an invisible wind rose around them and slowly, the old hut in the background disappeared to be replaced by the cold moist walls of the cell, leaving only the out of place ‘InuYasha’ still smirking cruelly in front of her. Then, not really all that different from the night of the new moon, his hair turned black. However, at the last moment, his face metamorphosed into that of the dark hanyou with his shinning red eyes.
“You are stronger than your frail body let appears to be, my little Miko. I’m curious to know what made you realize that it was an illusion though. It was supposed to be perfect.” Naraku stated while his real face started to appear.
He turned his head to the side and Kagome followed his line of sight. There, to the side, she saw an old woman appear, seemingly out of nowhere. As soon as the last trace of the illusion disappeared, the globe she was keeping in her hands exploded. She watched incredulous as the pieces fell from her trembling hands. No one had even been able to escape her world of illusions spell so easily, ever. The spell had been made correctly so it shouldn’t have happened.
Sensing that the question was directed to her, in a croak voice, the old woman answered, rising to all her height.
“The illusion had no fault. All the information you gave me had been enclosed in my globe without fail. The blame doesn’t lie on my spell as it was the strongest to exist for illusions.”
She was implying without saying it that he was the one responsible because he gave her ‘faulty’ information. And she realized that it was risky. After all, the amount of people who have aided the dark hanyou in his previous plots and lived to talk about it weren’t that many. Not wanting to end up dead, she added:
“I apologize to not having been able to satisfy completely your request.” She said quietly, bowing.
Naraku didn’t answer and to her surprised, sent her a pouch containing her payment.
“I’m sure that you will remember that what you saw and heard here is not for any other ears?”
“Of course! If you are ever in need of my services again, you know where to find me. It would be an honor to serve you again, Naraku.”
“I will keep that in mind, witch.”
With that said one of the ugly stepped into the room, bound the old witch’s eyes and led her outside. Not once did the old woman glance at Kagome, strapped and chained to the table just a few feet in front of her. She didn’t even bother and didn’t seem to mind the dirty work that she had been confided with. She even seemed rather used to it.
When he was sure that the old woman was out of hearing-range, he turned back the young miko.
“Well, my little miko, it is just you and me now.”
He walked towards the table in the corner and came back with a knife. He smiled at her while playing with it. He could see that she was terrified of him, even if she was trying to hide it behind a furious glare and courageous front. It was just all the better for him. Her defiance was really exalting.
“If you would just accept your fate, you would save yourself from experiencing such pain.” He said calmly, while the knife ran over her skin, following the outline of her face and jaw, towards her neck and shoulder, without drawing blood.
“Never!” She answered; her voice trembling at the idea of what she knew was to happen soon. In her mind she was repeating again and again that she was strong, she will never bend to his wishes, she will never let him touch her even if she must die and suffer. Her mind went to the demon Lord that was waiting for her back there, in their cell. He would never bend to Naraku’s will and she will prove that she could be just as strong too.
Naraku narrowed his eyes and pushed more on the blade, breaking the skin and opening a large cut on her upper arm. Kagome bit her bottom lip to prevent a scream from escaping her. It hurt, it hurt so much, but she refused to give any of the pleasure to the dark hanyou by hearing her screams.
When the pain was back under control, she was left panting.
“I will never let you lay one of your filthy fingers on me in such a manner, never.”
She could feel the aura radiating off Naraku, letting her know once again the coward had sent a mere puppet; it continued to whirl around him in his anger then settle down. His anger was always explosive and to settle down so easily made her weary. This was new and it wasn’t good for her, she was sure of it.
She watched as he went over to a bowl and uncovered it. The scent escaping from it was atrocious, even for the young miko ‘weaker’ sense of smell, and Kagome was frightened by what it could contain that would please the hanyou so much that he didn’t even respond verbally after her last comment.
Naraku soaked the blade of the knife in the strange liquid, a devious smirk growing back on his lips.
“Do you know what this is?” He asked while walking back to her side. “It is one of the favored concoctions of the previous Northern Lord as well as one of the many fabulous secrets the clan in charge of this place have. It is really something remarkable, and I would have loved to be the one to invent it. The exact name of this mixture isn’t important but I love its nickname… the ‘scream extractor’. Beautiful name, isn’t it?”
That wasn’t exactly what was going through Kagome’s mind right at the moment. She was truly scared and really didn’t wish to know how the atrocious liquid gained its nickname at all. She was more than scared and once again praying that it would end quickly. Her arm was throbbing as it was and she didn’t want to feel more pain. Moreover, she was having to fight with her powers; every time they began to rise they caused her more pain due to the activated collar around her neck; which absorbed her powers painfully.
Naraku continued to play with her, letting the blade of the knife caress her skin without breaking it, truly pleased with the rising fear he could sense from the woman. Really, if he had more time on his hands, he would love nothing more than to be able to torture her again and again to no end; but at some point he will have to break her or everything would have been in vain.
As the blade that was covered in the putrid mixture ran along her skin, it left a strange sensation behind. The terrified woman’s attention instantly went back to the hovering hanyou who started to speak again.
“When in contact with unmarred skin, this concoction leaves a tingling curious sensation, nothing extraordinary. However, when it come in contact with an open wound…” Naraku said while doing it. “…that’s from where it gained its little nickname.” He finished, smiling darkly.
As soon as the knife which was covered with the mixture touched her freshly wounded arm, Kagome screamed like she never had before. The sensation was horrible and she couldn’t contain her screams anymore. It felt like her arm was literally burning; even when he slit her thigh open with a red hot blade, the pain had been no were as powerful as it was now. She was thrashing around, not bothering to cover her screams anymore. If she could move she would be clawing at her arm to try to get ride to this sensation. It didn’t fell like her skin was burning, rather as if her very bone was burning from the inside out.
The dark hanyou seemed satisfied and moved the blade away. The burning sensation stayed a moment then slowly calmed. Kagome was crying, tears running down her cheeks like torrents. The cut-muscle of her arm was twitching uncontrollably. Her throat was already sore from screaming and she was breathing erratically.
“Your pain-filled voice is like a sweet melody to my ears.” Naraku said, visibly delighted by the reaction of the young miko to the mixture.
“You know that with just one phrase from your mouth, the pain will stop. If you please me, I may even give you pleasure that your body has never experience. You just have to say one little sentence and your nightmare will end.”
“N…N-Never…” She said shakily. She didn’t know how long she would be able to resist this time. She was truthfully praying to fall unconscious soon because she didn’t think she would be able to support it.
“You will be mine, little miko. MY little miko and the sooner you come to term with the fact that there is no other way out, the better it will be for you.”
“N…no.” She said, glaring at him.
His smile twisted. “As you wish.” With that said, the knife came down, cutting the fragile flesh of her thighs, arms, stomach, repetitively. He was making her pay for refusing him again. Never was the cut deep enough to be life threatening but still deep enough to give enormous amount of pain.
Kagome screamed. First came the pain of the cuts in themselves, then the excruciating pain of the mixture on the blade and finally, unable to the control them any longer, her powers begun to rise to protect her against the poison of the concoction. As forcefully and violently as her powers rose, the collar absorbed them, and the young miko got a shock each time, only adding to her already unbearable pain. She lost count of the number of times the knife came down and after what felt like an interminable time, she finally lost consciousness, accepting it with opened arms.
Naraku looked on, satisfied of his work. Her being strapped to the table, her clothes a distant souvenir, her skin cut everywhere and her blood running along her body, dripping on the ground… it was just the most arousing sight he had seen in a long time, if ever. He didn’t know if he could hold back this time. His tented hakama was proof enough. She will have to accept her fate or be broken today; he had played long enough with her. Now it was time to harvest the fruit of his hard work.
The dark hanyou walked out for a moment, only to come back with one of the ugly youkai carrying a bucket of water. The servitor could clearly smell the heavy arousal of his Lord floating in the air and he must admit that he understood why when his eyes fell on the half-naked bloody woman in the center of the room.
Kagome regained consciousness, letting out a strangled yelp when the cold water came crashing down on her.
“Time to get back to business.” Naraku said smiling.
Whatever the dark hanyou had in mind after all of what has just happened, certainly wasn’t what he got. He was hoping to find an almost broken woman, wanting nothing more than to stop the pain, but it had just been a sweet dream on his part. As soon as she realized where she was and felt the pain reappear, Kagome glared viciously towards Naraku, saying clearly that he had failed and will never win this way.
Naraku was really getting impatient, the fantasy of her legs wrapping around his waist and the sensation he would feel to have his hard flesh surrounded by her hot core as he pounded again and again in her supple body was burning behind his eyes and was too much to bear anymore. Plus, the thought of her mismatched group, which had started travelling for a moment towards her direction, was getting on his last nerves. He knows that he must keep his temper in check or he could kill her, but he has been trying for days and was still no closer to having her spread her legs for him than he was at the beginning, which infuriated him to no end. Even if she had never been weak of mind, he knew that through their previous encounters and his spying through Kanna’s mirror, that she had never been this strong. Something has changed and he couldn’t fathom what could be keeping her so resistant after everything that has been done to her, physically and mentally.
Then he got an idea and tried a different technique.
He remembers she is very protective of her friends; he has spent enough days just observing the group at work to know that, so he decided to use that against her.
After taunting her about what could have happened between her so called ‘protector’ and the undead miko while she was being abducted and delivered to his door, he then hinted that the protection that she had been gifted with at birth was only a miko trait. He talked in details of what had been done to several women already and what he will do to the slayer if she still refused to submit to his wishes. At the horrified expression on her face, Naraku knew that he had found a weak spot in her armor.
He talked at length of what he would do to Sango if she refused him yet again today. He talked about how he would rape her friend again and again everyday, until she lost her mind in despair. If that wasn’t bad enough, he was sure to let his servants and collaborators have their turn with the slayer. He had little hope but if any child were to be created from her in the assaults on her body, he would let it grow long enough in her womb to begin forming and then it would be extracted and left to die in front of the woman’s eyes. He continued like that, as he saw tears running down Kagome’s cheeks and sobs rake her body. He knew that he was closer to breaking her than he had ever been and the look in her eyes when he told her what he would do to her little kitsune child if she was to refuse again was sending delightful shivers down his spine.
Kagome was just a shivering crying mess. She was asking him to stop again and again but he refused to listen. The dark hanyou wanted to laugh. He could feel the victory so close that he could almost taste it.
He then promised her that he will leave all her friends alone if she would just accept to carry his child. Kagome was shaking her head from side to side, trying to get rid of the gruesome images that the words from Naraku had conjured. He said he would leave her friends alone. He promised that he will leave all of them alone… an image of a silver-haired male came in her mind and she just sobbed more violently. She was screaming in her mind how much she was sorry, sorry to not be strong enough…sorry to not protect them as she should…sorry of how inadequate she felt and had secretly always felt in this era.
She then whispered something. Naraku bent down to have his ear closer of her mouth… and that’s when his hope crashed. With a simple little word, the raging fury boiled the blood of the dark hanyou.
No. She had said no. After everything he had said, she still said no.
Naraku backhanded her, snapping her head to the other side. She then faced him, cheeks throbbing and glaring tearful-eyes; she then did what sent the dark hanyou over the edge: she spit in his face.
He screamed, furious. Immediately, the yellowish ugly youkai from before came back followed by the leader. With quick instructions from Naraku, the straps on Kagome’s legs were taken off. Then, the table seemed to disappear, sinking to the ground by some kind of mechanism activated by the youkai. Violently, Kagome found herself suspended by her wrists, her feet just barely touching the ground to support most of her weight. Her legs were shaking. A cry escaped involuntarily from her lips when she felt the lacerations that she had all over her body, which had just stopped bleeding during Naraku’s mind game, literally pop open again.
Now Naraku was really serious. He nodded his head to the leader who made the same ‘fume and power play’ he had done in front of Sesshomaru to make his whip appear. The third ugly youkai walked out, leaving Kagome at the hands of Naraku and the leader.
The dark hanyou told her that he was finished playing with her and that he wasn’t finding her stubbornness and refusal to answer favorably at his demand amusing anymore. The leader walked behind the suspended and chained Kagome, a cruel smile breaking on his hideous face, waiting for his orders.
Naraku asked one last time if she didn’t want to change her answer and accept her fate. Kagome was even more frightened because she couldn’t see what was happening behind her, she knew however that she could only give the same answer. She could not give the world to Naraku on a silver platter. Beyond being the only one able to purify the Shikon Jewel, it had been made clear some times ago that only spiritual powers would be able to definitely eradicate the dark hanyou from this world. If she was to accept, not only would the jewel be as good as his but nothing would be able to destroy him because he would be immune to purifying powers as soon as he absorbed the child. Even if his heart were to be placed back in his body, it wasn’t proven that just brute strength and youkai powers could kill him. The dark hanyou seems to always find a loop hole. Only holy powers would be able to kill him once and for all. If she were to say yes to save herself from the pain, she would doom the world. Even with the fear of the pain to come, the fear of what could happen to her friends, she could not answer anything else but no.
As the whip fell on the tender skin of her back ripping her skin open, coupled with the sensation of this horrible poisonous mixture that seems to have been placed on the whip and the shock she was getting from the collar each time the whip impacted her back, Kagome realized that she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep all the consequences of her decisions in mind and refuse him for much longer…
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Well, that’s it for the chapter 20. I really don’t like to write about torture! *shiver*
I’m not sure that it was that great but I had to write about it at least once and this one time was important. Tell me what you think!
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And I apologize.
I have been really busy and then I was ill. (I sincerely apologize to Momo and the person I was supposed to write a story for in the Dokuga Exchange, as I was able to give it to MomoDesu only too late to be able to participate to the challenge. I still sent it to her and proposed to write a whole story for the person that had been wronged by my absence in a way to say sorry but I had no answer yet. If she is angry I can’t really blame her.) I’m almost totally back on my feet and I must say that passing Christmas’ Eve in a hospital is something I don’t want to ever experience again. >_<
Anyways, even if there are still some problems, I’m back home and ready to write! *grin*
I thank Pandora-of-the-South for her beta work on this new chapter!
WARNING: this chapter might hurt the sensibility of some people. Until now, I never wrote about what Naraku was doing but this time it was necessary. (and I hope that I will never have to write something like that again because it was really difficult). Yes, it is torture. You can wait for the next chapter to avoid reading this if you don’t like it. I will make sure that you will be able to understand what happened without reading this chapter. The Mature rating of this story is justified so you know what is ahead.
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Previously, in the chapter 19:
She tried to act calm but it was difficult. Her trap was planted. Now she just had to await the result. She didn’t have to wait for long.
“Feh, you will see them soon. But for now, let me show you my feelings for you, please. You were almost lost to me. I realize that time could be against us. One of us could be dead tomorrow. I don’t want to have regrets and to lose any more time on the past. It is time to live in the present. I realize that I made a lot of errors and hurt you much. I want to have a new fresh start. Will you let me show you?”
The prey had fallen into the trap without even realizing it. Kagome’s eyes narrowed while her anger blazed. “You will not show me anything…
Naraku.” She spat out.
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Chapter 20
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Kagome was glaring towards ‘InuYasha’ with all her might. Internally, she was berating herself for having believed and fallen so easily into the trap of the devious spider hanyou. She had been so overjoyed; the happiness of liberty recovered was still twinkling all over her senses.
But everything had been false.
How could she have been so blind? She had not really questioned her sudden freedom. When she realized that she was out and that Sesshomaru was nowhere in sight, she had assumed that maybe the demon Lord had found a way out for them and had left her in the clearing to find her way to her friends by herself.
It would not have been so surprising for Sesshomaru to abandon her behind, even if her heart had fallen then. But at least, he had made sure that she was safe and that someone would find her quickly. She would not admit it out loud but she had found herself growing accustomed to the silent companionship she had found in the DaiYoukai and most assuredly would miss his presence later on.
Oh, she wasn’t kidding herself in thinking that, maybe, he was feeling the same way about her, but even if it was one-sided, she thought of the Lord of the West as a friend. She knew that she must have probably driven the male crazy with her constant thatching about anything and everything that could came across her little mind, but Sesshomaru had just been too polite to tell her to shut up.
Kagome was sure that, without his ever constant presence, she would have already gone truly crazy and have a massive breakdown. Even if he rarely ever answered her, she had someone to talk to and never felt alone with him simply there. But most importantly, she was staying strong because he was there. She did not know why she felt like she had to prove herself in the demon Lord’s eyes but it was as if she had to show that she was more than just a pathetic human. Even as she thought she was finally free, she did feel a twinge of sadness because it had meant that her ‘friendship’ with Sesshomaru had probably came to an end as well. After all, they agreed that, once outside, everything would go back to normal; she had even been the one to say that what happened in the cell would stay in the cell. Though she had been glad to see what she thought was InuYasha, she was sad for the loss of Sesshomaru presence.
But everything was just a big fat lie anyways.
As her eyes came back to focus, her vision fixed on ‘InuYasha’ who was still hovering over her. She watched as a familiar, but unfamiliar to the dog-eared hanyou, smirk grew on his lips. She glared angrily at the despicable dark hanyou. Naraku would pay dearly for this. She didn’t know how he succeeded in creating this almost unfaultable illusion, when she had always been able to tell the difference in his previous schemes, but right now she didn’t care. When she is free, because she will be, she will make him pay dearly, even if it is the last thing she does.
Little by little, an invisible wind rose around them and slowly, the old hut in the background disappeared to be replaced by the cold moist walls of the cell, leaving only the out of place ‘InuYasha’ still smirking cruelly in front of her. Then, not really all that different from the night of the new moon, his hair turned black. However, at the last moment, his face metamorphosed into that of the dark hanyou with his shinning red eyes.
“You are stronger than your frail body let appears to be, my little Miko. I’m curious to know what made you realize that it was an illusion though. It was supposed to be perfect.” Naraku stated while his real face started to appear.
He turned his head to the side and Kagome followed his line of sight. There, to the side, she saw an old woman appear, seemingly out of nowhere. As soon as the last trace of the illusion disappeared, the globe she was keeping in her hands exploded. She watched incredulous as the pieces fell from her trembling hands. No one had even been able to escape her world of illusions spell so easily, ever. The spell had been made correctly so it shouldn’t have happened.
Sensing that the question was directed to her, in a croak voice, the old woman answered, rising to all her height.
“The illusion had no fault. All the information you gave me had been enclosed in my globe without fail. The blame doesn’t lie on my spell as it was the strongest to exist for illusions.”
She was implying without saying it that he was the one responsible because he gave her ‘faulty’ information. And she realized that it was risky. After all, the amount of people who have aided the dark hanyou in his previous plots and lived to talk about it weren’t that many. Not wanting to end up dead, she added:
“I apologize to not having been able to satisfy completely your request.” She said quietly, bowing.
Naraku didn’t answer and to her surprised, sent her a pouch containing her payment.
“I’m sure that you will remember that what you saw and heard here is not for any other ears?”
“Of course! If you are ever in need of my services again, you know where to find me. It would be an honor to serve you again, Naraku.”
“I will keep that in mind, witch.”
With that said one of the ugly stepped into the room, bound the old witch’s eyes and led her outside. Not once did the old woman glance at Kagome, strapped and chained to the table just a few feet in front of her. She didn’t even bother and didn’t seem to mind the dirty work that she had been confided with. She even seemed rather used to it.
When he was sure that the old woman was out of hearing-range, he turned back the young miko.
“Well, my little miko, it is just you and me now.”
He walked towards the table in the corner and came back with a knife. He smiled at her while playing with it. He could see that she was terrified of him, even if she was trying to hide it behind a furious glare and courageous front. It was just all the better for him. Her defiance was really exalting.
“If you would just accept your fate, you would save yourself from experiencing such pain.” He said calmly, while the knife ran over her skin, following the outline of her face and jaw, towards her neck and shoulder, without drawing blood.
“Never!” She answered; her voice trembling at the idea of what she knew was to happen soon. In her mind she was repeating again and again that she was strong, she will never bend to his wishes, she will never let him touch her even if she must die and suffer. Her mind went to the demon Lord that was waiting for her back there, in their cell. He would never bend to Naraku’s will and she will prove that she could be just as strong too.
Naraku narrowed his eyes and pushed more on the blade, breaking the skin and opening a large cut on her upper arm. Kagome bit her bottom lip to prevent a scream from escaping her. It hurt, it hurt so much, but she refused to give any of the pleasure to the dark hanyou by hearing her screams.
When the pain was back under control, she was left panting.
“I will never let you lay one of your filthy fingers on me in such a manner, never.”
She could feel the aura radiating off Naraku, letting her know once again the coward had sent a mere puppet; it continued to whirl around him in his anger then settle down. His anger was always explosive and to settle down so easily made her weary. This was new and it wasn’t good for her, she was sure of it.
She watched as he went over to a bowl and uncovered it. The scent escaping from it was atrocious, even for the young miko ‘weaker’ sense of smell, and Kagome was frightened by what it could contain that would please the hanyou so much that he didn’t even respond verbally after her last comment.
Naraku soaked the blade of the knife in the strange liquid, a devious smirk growing back on his lips.
“Do you know what this is?” He asked while walking back to her side. “It is one of the favored concoctions of the previous Northern Lord as well as one of the many fabulous secrets the clan in charge of this place have. It is really something remarkable, and I would have loved to be the one to invent it. The exact name of this mixture isn’t important but I love its nickname… the ‘scream extractor’. Beautiful name, isn’t it?”
That wasn’t exactly what was going through Kagome’s mind right at the moment. She was truly scared and really didn’t wish to know how the atrocious liquid gained its nickname at all. She was more than scared and once again praying that it would end quickly. Her arm was throbbing as it was and she didn’t want to feel more pain. Moreover, she was having to fight with her powers; every time they began to rise they caused her more pain due to the activated collar around her neck; which absorbed her powers painfully.
Naraku continued to play with her, letting the blade of the knife caress her skin without breaking it, truly pleased with the rising fear he could sense from the woman. Really, if he had more time on his hands, he would love nothing more than to be able to torture her again and again to no end; but at some point he will have to break her or everything would have been in vain.
As the blade that was covered in the putrid mixture ran along her skin, it left a strange sensation behind. The terrified woman’s attention instantly went back to the hovering hanyou who started to speak again.
“When in contact with unmarred skin, this concoction leaves a tingling curious sensation, nothing extraordinary. However, when it come in contact with an open wound…” Naraku said while doing it. “…that’s from where it gained its little nickname.” He finished, smiling darkly.
As soon as the knife which was covered with the mixture touched her freshly wounded arm, Kagome screamed like she never had before. The sensation was horrible and she couldn’t contain her screams anymore. It felt like her arm was literally burning; even when he slit her thigh open with a red hot blade, the pain had been no were as powerful as it was now. She was thrashing around, not bothering to cover her screams anymore. If she could move she would be clawing at her arm to try to get ride to this sensation. It didn’t fell like her skin was burning, rather as if her very bone was burning from the inside out.
The dark hanyou seemed satisfied and moved the blade away. The burning sensation stayed a moment then slowly calmed. Kagome was crying, tears running down her cheeks like torrents. The cut-muscle of her arm was twitching uncontrollably. Her throat was already sore from screaming and she was breathing erratically.
“Your pain-filled voice is like a sweet melody to my ears.” Naraku said, visibly delighted by the reaction of the young miko to the mixture.
“You know that with just one phrase from your mouth, the pain will stop. If you please me, I may even give you pleasure that your body has never experience. You just have to say one little sentence and your nightmare will end.”
“N…N-Never…” She said shakily. She didn’t know how long she would be able to resist this time. She was truthfully praying to fall unconscious soon because she didn’t think she would be able to support it.
“You will be mine, little miko. MY little miko and the sooner you come to term with the fact that there is no other way out, the better it will be for you.”
“N…no.” She said, glaring at him.
His smile twisted. “As you wish.” With that said, the knife came down, cutting the fragile flesh of her thighs, arms, stomach, repetitively. He was making her pay for refusing him again. Never was the cut deep enough to be life threatening but still deep enough to give enormous amount of pain.
Kagome screamed. First came the pain of the cuts in themselves, then the excruciating pain of the mixture on the blade and finally, unable to the control them any longer, her powers begun to rise to protect her against the poison of the concoction. As forcefully and violently as her powers rose, the collar absorbed them, and the young miko got a shock each time, only adding to her already unbearable pain. She lost count of the number of times the knife came down and after what felt like an interminable time, she finally lost consciousness, accepting it with opened arms.
Naraku looked on, satisfied of his work. Her being strapped to the table, her clothes a distant souvenir, her skin cut everywhere and her blood running along her body, dripping on the ground… it was just the most arousing sight he had seen in a long time, if ever. He didn’t know if he could hold back this time. His tented hakama was proof enough. She will have to accept her fate or be broken today; he had played long enough with her. Now it was time to harvest the fruit of his hard work.
The dark hanyou walked out for a moment, only to come back with one of the ugly youkai carrying a bucket of water. The servitor could clearly smell the heavy arousal of his Lord floating in the air and he must admit that he understood why when his eyes fell on the half-naked bloody woman in the center of the room.
Kagome regained consciousness, letting out a strangled yelp when the cold water came crashing down on her.
“Time to get back to business.” Naraku said smiling.
Whatever the dark hanyou had in mind after all of what has just happened, certainly wasn’t what he got. He was hoping to find an almost broken woman, wanting nothing more than to stop the pain, but it had just been a sweet dream on his part. As soon as she realized where she was and felt the pain reappear, Kagome glared viciously towards Naraku, saying clearly that he had failed and will never win this way.
Naraku was really getting impatient, the fantasy of her legs wrapping around his waist and the sensation he would feel to have his hard flesh surrounded by her hot core as he pounded again and again in her supple body was burning behind his eyes and was too much to bear anymore. Plus, the thought of her mismatched group, which had started travelling for a moment towards her direction, was getting on his last nerves. He knows that he must keep his temper in check or he could kill her, but he has been trying for days and was still no closer to having her spread her legs for him than he was at the beginning, which infuriated him to no end. Even if she had never been weak of mind, he knew that through their previous encounters and his spying through Kanna’s mirror, that she had never been this strong. Something has changed and he couldn’t fathom what could be keeping her so resistant after everything that has been done to her, physically and mentally.
Then he got an idea and tried a different technique.
He remembers she is very protective of her friends; he has spent enough days just observing the group at work to know that, so he decided to use that against her.
After taunting her about what could have happened between her so called ‘protector’ and the undead miko while she was being abducted and delivered to his door, he then hinted that the protection that she had been gifted with at birth was only a miko trait. He talked in details of what had been done to several women already and what he will do to the slayer if she still refused to submit to his wishes. At the horrified expression on her face, Naraku knew that he had found a weak spot in her armor.
He talked at length of what he would do to Sango if she refused him yet again today. He talked about how he would rape her friend again and again everyday, until she lost her mind in despair. If that wasn’t bad enough, he was sure to let his servants and collaborators have their turn with the slayer. He had little hope but if any child were to be created from her in the assaults on her body, he would let it grow long enough in her womb to begin forming and then it would be extracted and left to die in front of the woman’s eyes. He continued like that, as he saw tears running down Kagome’s cheeks and sobs rake her body. He knew that he was closer to breaking her than he had ever been and the look in her eyes when he told her what he would do to her little kitsune child if she was to refuse again was sending delightful shivers down his spine.
Kagome was just a shivering crying mess. She was asking him to stop again and again but he refused to listen. The dark hanyou wanted to laugh. He could feel the victory so close that he could almost taste it.
He then promised her that he will leave all her friends alone if she would just accept to carry his child. Kagome was shaking her head from side to side, trying to get rid of the gruesome images that the words from Naraku had conjured. He said he would leave her friends alone. He promised that he will leave all of them alone… an image of a silver-haired male came in her mind and she just sobbed more violently. She was screaming in her mind how much she was sorry, sorry to not be strong enough…sorry to not protect them as she should…sorry of how inadequate she felt and had secretly always felt in this era.
She then whispered something. Naraku bent down to have his ear closer of her mouth… and that’s when his hope crashed. With a simple little word, the raging fury boiled the blood of the dark hanyou.
No. She had said no. After everything he had said, she still said no.
Naraku backhanded her, snapping her head to the other side. She then faced him, cheeks throbbing and glaring tearful-eyes; she then did what sent the dark hanyou over the edge: she spit in his face.
He screamed, furious. Immediately, the yellowish ugly youkai from before came back followed by the leader. With quick instructions from Naraku, the straps on Kagome’s legs were taken off. Then, the table seemed to disappear, sinking to the ground by some kind of mechanism activated by the youkai. Violently, Kagome found herself suspended by her wrists, her feet just barely touching the ground to support most of her weight. Her legs were shaking. A cry escaped involuntarily from her lips when she felt the lacerations that she had all over her body, which had just stopped bleeding during Naraku’s mind game, literally pop open again.
Now Naraku was really serious. He nodded his head to the leader who made the same ‘fume and power play’ he had done in front of Sesshomaru to make his whip appear. The third ugly youkai walked out, leaving Kagome at the hands of Naraku and the leader.
The dark hanyou told her that he was finished playing with her and that he wasn’t finding her stubbornness and refusal to answer favorably at his demand amusing anymore. The leader walked behind the suspended and chained Kagome, a cruel smile breaking on his hideous face, waiting for his orders.
Naraku asked one last time if she didn’t want to change her answer and accept her fate. Kagome was even more frightened because she couldn’t see what was happening behind her, she knew however that she could only give the same answer. She could not give the world to Naraku on a silver platter. Beyond being the only one able to purify the Shikon Jewel, it had been made clear some times ago that only spiritual powers would be able to definitely eradicate the dark hanyou from this world. If she was to accept, not only would the jewel be as good as his but nothing would be able to destroy him because he would be immune to purifying powers as soon as he absorbed the child. Even if his heart were to be placed back in his body, it wasn’t proven that just brute strength and youkai powers could kill him. The dark hanyou seems to always find a loop hole. Only holy powers would be able to kill him once and for all. If she were to say yes to save herself from the pain, she would doom the world. Even with the fear of the pain to come, the fear of what could happen to her friends, she could not answer anything else but no.
As the whip fell on the tender skin of her back ripping her skin open, coupled with the sensation of this horrible poisonous mixture that seems to have been placed on the whip and the shock she was getting from the collar each time the whip impacted her back, Kagome realized that she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep all the consequences of her decisions in mind and refuse him for much longer…
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Well, that’s it for the chapter 20. I really don’t like to write about torture! *shiver*
I’m not sure that it was that great but I had to write about it at least once and this one time was important. Tell me what you think!
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