Wicked Ways

“Drop her on the bed….fucking bitch won’t be able to bite you again now that she’s drugged.” One man, nudged Rin’s arm with the toe of his boot, causing her to groan as she rolled over on the dirt and blood stained mattress. The accomplice, obviously a brother or cloe frien the the leader, leaned over Rin, smelling the fruity fragrance of her hair before he turned to his captain and grinned.

“Can I have her hair when you’re done?” He grinned evilly, gripping the girth of Rin’s hair in his hand before pulling harshly, causing the girl to whine in pain as she tried to fight off the drugs tainting her blood stream.

The first man removed his hood, shaking out his long braid as he grinned. “Manten….we’ve spoke of this…not a single cell of skin you get to touch or harm on this goddess. She is mine.” Hiten straightened upforefore turning to move to a couch across the room from Manten and Rin. He settled, smoothing back a flyaway upon his head as he looked over the girl’s form with his burning crimson gaze. “Now you remember the plan, right Manten?”

The larger man stood, nodding as he grined back to his brother. “You’re a slick one, Hiten. This female will be groveling at your feet to be your mate after we finish here.” The two laughed darkly, before silencing, moving about the room as they organized their devious little plan.

Sesshomaru shifted in his spot, overhearing every movement, every sound the two men made. He ducked low upon the rafter, concealing himself in the shadows as he watched silently, awaiting the right moment to make his presence known. Luckily for him, Hiten was too distracted with the idiocy of his brother and the stench of the warehouse to sense Sesshomaru’s presence.

He grinned some, knowing this battle would be easy, but he still feared inside him the chances of Rin being harmed in anyway. ‘Hopefully, she won’t wake up during the fight. I don’t want her to intertwine with the confrontation. Plus, she may get rather bloody as I’m pulling Hiten’s heart from his chest.’ His tongue darted forth, wetting his mouth.

Hiten moved, coming to stand over Rin. Slowly, he bent over, pulling at the ties upon her corset, loosening them. Her skin shown through the parting material, threatening to release her breasts if the ties were disturbed anymore. Her chest rose in a deep breath, her subconscious registering the touch upon her skin. “Soon…you’ll be mine…and I’ll treat you like the goddess you were born….not like the trash, Sesshomaru treated you as.”

Sesshomaru suppressed a growl in his chest, closing his eyes as his pointed ears twitched at the sound of Hiten’s voice. “I’ll fucking kill you, Hiten. You claim I’m the trash.” He let his hands fell to the wooden beam before him, digging nails into the aging wood under his touch. His gaze moved, looking to Rin as Hiten stepped away, her angelic face calm in her drug induced coma. His heart wrenched, knowing he had hurt her.

“She could never fully love you after how you treated her…” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes as he felt the rage of his own self hatred rising. He had never intended in the first place to grow so attached to this lovely girl, but every girl he had slept with on tour, during hiatus from the band ,or even on his get-aways had never left him with haunting dreams.

He shifted slightly, the leather about his form cracking softly as he shifted, pressing the balls of his feet into the wooden beam, readying to pounce to the floor as Hiten prepared to begin the dramatic rescuing with his brother playing enemy. Ambers flared a moment, turning red as he watched Hiten urge the top of Rin’s corset down, exposing a milky breast to the cold air of the warehouse.

Sesshomaru finally dropped from his spot, landing silently behind the two as he stayed concealed in the shadows. “Touch her again and fucking die, Hiten….”