The painful scars underneath

CH-6: THE HEART DIES
WHEN IT SHEDS ALL ITS HOPES

Seven years ago

 

 

“No, Kagome not there…anything,
I shall obey you…I will do anything you wish me to, I will never come to see
you ever again, I promise…but not there, please don’t cast me into this hell…anything
but this, please…for the Sake of that love that once existed between us, please
let me spent the rest of my days for you…not in this hell, Kagome…KAGOME…KAGOME….”

 

He woke up at the sound of his own scream.

 

His limbs felt heavy as lead, every inch of his body hurt
like hell…his head whirled painfully and he felt deranged from his surroundings
as heavy waves of nausea rolled over him continuously…

          Nearly six
months have passed since that day but he dreams of her every now and then; he
has been starving of normal food since that day too, though he was feed enough
to survive but it’s the wastes of these evil people that he is forced to consume…at
first, he regurgited almost regularly as his empty stomach forced the bile out
specially when he was given his ‘special’
treatment, but slowly, he became adjusted to the beatings and the humiliation;
as starvation sets in, he grew weak and tired…now he feels disoriented whenever
he is pulled out of floor and then, faints quickly enough to dream of ‘her’ for which he is glad…it’s the only
reprieve he gets nowadays!

 

“…Kagome…” his
voice is the slowest of all whispers; he is too tired to speak, every single
movement hurts now…and his chest feels tight as if he is breathing in water
instead of air.

“Enough of that name…get up slut,” one of their vicious voices
spoke.

His mind barely registered the meaning of his words…but from
prior experiences of this entire time, his body became instinctively alert as
it visibly started to shiver in trepidation.

Another one came and pulled violently at his chains,
dragging him on the rough cold floor of the cellar…as his body was heaved and
gashed with the jagged floor, it left tiny bits of fleshy tissues from the
gaping wounds of his chest and his tattered back…the rattling sounds of the shackles
and chains tying his hands and feet making him more vulnerable as well as
delicious in their eyes.

“Come slave…you  are a
born tempter, see how hard my prick is from merely seeing you like this,” with
that the gang leader mounted him; he was a wolf demon, so his cock was pretty
thick…he like the others likes to play it rough, and this slave before them
need no foreplay.

Inuyasha hissed sharply mewling an animalistic “no!” as his ass was torn violently for perhaps
the millionth time within this short period.

All of them are demons, Sesshoumaru’s pet demons and they
are always horny; they love mutilating, humiliating and raping…but most of all
they love breaking someone.

“Stop it…I belong to
her…my wife...” Inuyasha panted as his whole body shook in pain.

This only encouraged another one to twist his penis roughly;
an agonizingly helpless cry tore from his sore throat.

 

“Slut…you see this one, he likes to feed on soft parts…since
your balls are already gone, would
you mind if he feed a bit on your prick,” a sadistic glint painted the demon’s
features.

“Monsters!” Inuyasha muttered hatefully; several others
pleasured themselves by rubbing at different parts of his body, paying special attention
to his now bleeding-again wounds.

The wicked demon lowered himself onto his cock; Inuyasha’s
eyes were wide but he couldn’t move; his body hurts so much that he secretly
wondered why he didn’t faint yet now!

Is he becoming
desensitized to the pain after all??

 

….and then, taking in the head of Inuyasha’s young cock, he
bit down hard,

 

“……..KAGOMMMMEEEEEEEE………”

 

The throbbing in his head increased as his vision blurred…the
last thing he saw was those demons enjoying the dribbling red fluid flowing
intently from his severed penis, and that demon chewed his glans; it looked
like a small bloody ball, and created a distinct munching sound quite similar
to the one caused when a human eats the cartilage of some small, inferior animals.

 

“…Ka-go-mee…please forgive me……”

 

 

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Four years ago:

 

“So, how is he doing?” an authoritative voice asked.

“We are treating him with all special favors, Sesshoumaru
sama,” the wolf demon answered submissively.

“I hate to repeat myself but how is he doing…I have no intention of enquiring about what
things you inflict onto him,” Sesshoumaru spoke coldly, his trade mark
deathly glare painting his features; personally, he hates to learn the methods
by which his half-brother is currently being tortured…it rouses all unnecessary
feelings in him that has got nothing to do with the seething but hidden jealousy
he feels for him for being Kagome’s first, but he would never acknowledge it to
anyone.

“I beg your pardon, your Highness,” the wolf demon tried to
sound as much submissive as possible,

“He remains
unresponsive to beatings, only screaming if we tear off his flesh or break his
bones; he shivers and sobs like a little girl after we have a little fun with him; he doesn’t resist at all
for we starve him and he appears not to understand anything we speak to him at
most of the times; the other times he engages in imaginary conversations…and Your
Highness,” his voice shivered slightly as he spoke next, “…he
goes on chanting Lady Kagome’s name, even in his sleep as if she will come and
rescue him from here.”

 

 

Sesshoumaru scowled internally at this description but
otherwise his face remained expressionless; somewhere his mind conjured up a
strange image…it was the image of a
little Inuyasha with large, expressive, innocent and trusting eyes laden with
tears and he cried with his child-like voice, ‘Aniue, protect me…’

 

Sesshoumaru closed his mind shut, he is a demon and demons don’t
feel any pain…he still has a long way to go in his contest of Kagome and
supreme Power.

 

“My Lord…would you like to see him?” another demon spoke
softly jolting the Western Lord out of his ponderings.

Without much thought to it, Sesshoumaru nodded.

 

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. . . . . .

 

The moment he approved of it, Sesshoumaru knew he would regret
saying ‘yes’ to them.

The smell of piss, pus, blood, sex, vomit and gore; a number
of torture instruments filled the entire place…Sesshoumaru felt disgusted with
himself and the surroundings.

At last, they came to Inuyasha’s tiny cell…it’s a cold, damp
place that has never been cleaned, it smells awful; thick iron chains flowed
from the wall fixed to his wrists and legs as well as encircling his neck.

 

He seemed lost curled into a tiny ball; his hair falling
over his face covering half of it…its then that Sesshoumaru noticed his lips
are moving as if he is chanting something.

On closer inspection, he found he is shivering either from isolation or pain or both…

“I am so happy you are
here,” he mumbled wordlessly.

Sesshoumaru was taken aback to hear this, but he soon
discovered that his eyes are closed and he is not even aware of their presence…so,
he must be talking to someone else.

 

“We love each other so much...how it can ever go so sour?” he
trailed off.

 

And then, blood tears rolled down his face…he brought up his
hands gently as if to shield himself.

 

‘Do they hurt him for
even speaking?’ Sesshoumaru wondered briefly.

 

And then, he wept like a soulless doll,

“Kagome…please love me, love me, punish me please…Kagome…Ka-gomee,”
and then, he drifted off to unconsciousness as he let go off his hands and his
body came in better view of the spectators.

 

‘Bit by bit he is
losing his mind now…its been nearly four years since he is staying here,’ Sesshoumaru
marveled, ‘Little brother, how long do you hope to persist here…or had you
already shed off all hopes?”

Then, he looked at Inuyasha’s
body, thin and weak with bones sticking at odd angles…huge gaping wounds
covering his chests; his back was leashed too often, for he had no skin there at all…the sharp welts of bull-whip and the
torn flesh from the cat-o-nine tails are deep enough to expose his muscles;
parts of his ribs and shoulder bones can be seen…certain wounds of his chests
are filled with pus and are rotting underneath; the skin of one side of his face that was previously covered with his
hair was peeled away and a couple of teeth can be seen…one of his eyes was
damaged previously, now that one is filled with pus; his bottom lost all of its
turgidity…it appeared as dried red sheets and his anus was enormous…a bunch of hemorrhoids hung from its
periphery…his penis is a mass of grotesque bloody tissue…

 

 

 

Sesshoumaru gasped audibly and turned his back to the
cellar.

“Your Highness, he don’t even recognize his old friends
anymore…he remembers no one other than
Lady Kagome,” the wolf demon remarked.

“Fine, pierce his vocal cords so he may not speak anymore…do
anything you wish as long as it doesn’t kill him,” Sesshoumaru uttered, his
tone suddenly twisted with cruel satisfaction,

“…and did you give him
the gift that I gave you after six months since he came to stay in here?”

“Yes, my Lord,” the wolf demon smiled just as sickly, “…and
his reaction had been too intense.”

The western Lord smiled and left.

Sesshoumaru’s sudden change in demeanor made it apparent to
the demons of how much he valued this little slut, and how intent he is of
breaking him but perhaps its only the wolf demon who sensed something more to
this hateful declaration…it’s a strange emotion—

……..pity perhaps or stressful brotherly bond!

…….either way, it can be used or misused for their own
benefit!

 

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His condition degraded much faster as they give him his gift…he
appeared so unconcerned after that; so the demons thought to make it more spicy
for him.

 

“Slave, we are in a good mood…tell us anything you wish,”
the demons said casually to him expecting Inuyasha to ask either for food or to
see Kagome but he did neither.

He looked indifferently at them but the next moment he
coughed out blood…slowly but unsurely, he spoke, “I want to see the Sun…one last
time.”

They all laughed at his naïve request but granted it to him
no less.

 

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‘Despair and frustration…loneliness
and insecurity…emptiness and pain, they are my only companion; for so many
years now, I awaited for my death; but Death
never came for me…neither did any sleep…

….tell me when do you
want me to die, I want all this to stop…

….I left my humanity
so long ago and sanity as well but
even then, there must be something I desire…desire to exist perhaps in your
heart; or perhaps the desire to follow more of your orders…

………………I don’t know
anymore…I am so lost!’

 

A/N: Such a
difficult chapter! I hope I did the torture scenes well.

          So, Inuyasha
would be going out after so many years (three and a half) spending in a dungeon
enduring so intense torture. He used to resist (for first six months) and after
getting the gift that Sesshoumaru spoke of (You guys will know about it soon,
but not right now!), he broke inwardly and became so deranged…also, and it
becomes apparent that somehow Inuyasha & Kagome have already separated by
now.

                     Ok,
so Inuyasha and Kagome may meet when he gets out…so, keep in touch & I do
apologize for such late updates; tell me what you guys think or any suggestions…please
review!