I'm Not Well, But I'm Better

What was she doing here still…? Rin wondered to herself as she stretched. Under her cold body, the floorboards leached her body heat from their dry dead centuries. Everything around her was ancient, it seemed and falling slowly apart. The drama of her little escapades these past couple of days seemed nothing in the long, grand scheme of things, so why should any of it matter? Rin lie on the living room floor while her enemy slept and let her soul reach out, creep out along the floor, fingers of awareness tickling the table, the guitar, the empty glass in the darkness. She had gotten out of bed to try to think. Rin didn’t want to; her mind kept running the taste of Naraku’s marred skin over and over; the projector continuing to turn the tangled mass of celluloid once the reel had run dry. Why couldn’t she just quit remembering the taste of him in her mouth and just think!

Why was she still here in this dark, strange nightmare? What – who – was she trying to save?

Rin chewed her bottom lip and refused to believe that the weedy species of slowly twining feeling feeding on both her desire and desperation could be called love.

The early morning darkness was thick and grainy in her eyes and as Rin rolled sullenly over on her side, she noted absently the catalogue of sore calves, and a twinge of pain in her belly; raw corners at her small, sharp mouth, the remembered taste of wet leather. The hard use in the alley remembered made her softer, more languid. Rin smiled to herself when she remembered the look of naked desire in Naraku’s eyes before he snatched her into the darkness; she was also a powerful addiction and somehow that idea made the sprawling naked woman suddenly very hot and wet.

The click of a needle and a hiss of dead air made her crane her neck around to the source of the noise. Rin followed the slow steps Naraku’s long white feet as he walked around her and the strange hoarse prophet snarled out a rhythmic chant

And the Earth died screaming while I lay dreaming

Well, the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming

The earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming

Dreaming of you…

They watched each other narrowly; Naraku, draped in Tyrian purple silk, spread his long arms over the back of the couch, one leg balanced casually across the other – comfortable in his own cold white skin and Rin, worming her way naked upon the floor, her body chaffing at its narrow confines with boiling hunger. The weird voice capering between them in apocalyptic madness taunted and beaconed – Rin hated it instinctively. She could imagine a mad blind prophet tearing at his dirty scabs, gibbering at a leprous moon with blue-white larval eyes. Naraku looked hard at her, twitching the tips of his fingers in slow accompaniment.

“Onigumo – why are you a doctor?” Rin suddenly wondered aloud. She wanted to drown out the strange music entirely.

“You don’t like that, do you?” he gestured with his chin toward the source of the strange music with a dark sneer.

“Not even a little bit.”

“So change it.”, Naraku challenged and stretched his head back with a lazy yawn and looked at his forearms in the meager light.

Rin rolled herself over and stalking over to the monstrosity Naraku called a stereo. After a moment’s fiddling, she managed to get the needle off the damn record. Stopping the thing took another couple moments. Reaching her hand into a pile of vinyl, Rin grabbed one, raised her eyebrows at Naraku’s bizarre taste in music, took a second look at the title and thinking it the most appropriate thing she’d heard all day, threw the disk onto the machine and dropped the needle unceremoniously down wherever it landed. So far… so good… so what…, she mused to herself with a bitter grin.

Snarling guitar suddenly pounded loud into the darkness and then dead air hit her again.

Naraku held a syringe in his mouth and was tying off his arm when she turned back around. He smiled at her as descanting, wicked chords assaulted Rin in her disgusted shock. The room was so dark – the nurse in Rin quailed at the thought of trying to spike a vein without proper lighting. When Naraku effortlessly pushed the needle into his arm and shot the narcotic into his bloodstream, her stomach turned over and Rin was frozen to the spot.

Did you ever think I’d get lonely?

Did you ever think that I needed love?

Did you ever think?

Stop thinking

You’re the only one

That I’m thinking of

Snarling venom dripped from the voice in her ear, accusing Rin of pathetic stupidity. How could she even compare? She watched Naraku’s red eyes roll back into his head as the speed shock made his body loosen and droop. He managed to throw the needle lock with one slow hand and toss the used syringe onto the table beside him before he nodded his head back on the couch with a gurgling evil giggle.

The hard driving metal music bled hard against Rin’s anger as she watched her lover wallow in sick pleasure. She wanted to suddenly beat Naraku back to awareness; she wanted to scream in his delirious face. Thinking reason flew away from her anger at being discarded for another, stronger fix and Rin found herself straddling the laughing physician and screaming at him to wake up. Somewhere, in her rational mind, Rin knew what she was doing was stupid; her hysteria was only going to annoy Naraku and make him laugh harder. When she grabbed his face with both her hands and made him look at her, Naraku laughed and spit in her face.

No one had ever done such a thing to her before and Rin couldn’t stop her hand before it slapped the laughing face in front of her hard enough to crack Naraku’s neck in a few places. He shrugged his shoulders numbly with a deeply amused lunatic laugh and did it again, hitting her hair this time. Rin slapped him again with the other hand. When Naraku turned his face slowly back to her, black blood oozed from his nose. He reached slowly to his nose, smeared the bubble of dark liquid across his face and tasted it. The fog began to clear but the laughter continued to boil haphazardly from his lips as Naraku swam slowly back to himself. Rin found her arms in his tight grip and she was pulled hard into the man before her as he whispered hotly into her ear, wiping his bloody nose against her neck.

“I wanted to rule the world and give all the idiots a brand new religion, but I failed. Is that what you want to know, little nurse, when you asked me that question?” Naraku growled, the stoned laugher still coloring the tip of his evil tongue.

She felt him sniff hard through his congested nose. Rin felt blood drip against her neck and a moment later, she felt a hot tongue lick the flesh clean. “Now we are even.”

“There is no such thing as even, Naraku Onigumo. If something is going to kill you, I want it to be me.”, Rin spoke her molten iron heart before thinking.

“Jealousy suits you beautifully! I knew there was more to that stupid mask of compassion you always feign whenever I see you amongst the invalids. But you hide it behind that high and mighty self-righteousness…”

“Shut the fuck up, you sadistic fuck!”, Rin screamed in his ear and pushed hard away, trying to get off and away from the grinning beast in her ear. Naraku’s steely grip held her as she thrashed, tightening uncomfortably with a barking laugh.

“Oh no girl, you think you’re going to find it in that great big heart of yours to love a pathetic monster like me? Are you going to stoop to conquer me as a favor to my blackened soul? Don’t kid yourself – do us both that favor. Just who do you think you are to me?” Naraku chided her wickedly; he’d seduced her mind, her body and now there was just her soul. Like everything else in his long life, he’d twist the woman against herself and play with the shattered remains until he was bored or careless, in which case he would be dead. Either way – it didn’t matter. She would pass the time until then. He refused to admit to more than that.

“If I’m nothing to you, then let me go!” Rin dared him, pushing hard against his embrace.

“Oh no, girl, not now,” Naraku purred, quickly grabbing her ass and pulling her hard against him, licking at her angry lips, whispering, “Give me what is mine.”

Rin tasted metallic blood on his lips as she kissed the monster before her with a bitter moan.

~*~

Disoriented and unable to move, Rin awoke in the darkness. Last thing she remembered, Naraku was kissing her, holding her hard upon his naked lap with one large hand and holding her to his lying mouth by the throat with the other. She remembered the feeling of his fingers massaging the side of her neck and then she remembered nothing.

So she was a little surprised to find herself tied up, face to the wall, with her arms spread out over the now familiar white expanse of Naraku’s’ bed.

“What the fuck jus’ happened?” she muttered, testing the restraints at her wrists. They were clinical soft limb restraints she noted. How appropriate; there was no shortage of these on their unit. Who would miss one pair out of hundreds? Rin thought with a shiver.

“Carotid massage, Taisho.” Naraku’s deep rasping voice enlightened Rin from somewhere out of view.

Rin hated the wicked alchemy of medicine very badly at that moment. Her own body was such a traitor. Twisting her wrists, she succeeded in getting to her knees, but still cold not lay eyes to her captor and the powerlessness of the position began to run a trill of cold panic in her belly. No one had ever tied her up to anything before. She could watch nothing but the dark iron of the bed’s monstrous head rail and the wall as a monster stalked her in the unseen darkness.

Fear warred suddenly with desire. Rin listened to her loud breathing in the stretching silence. Nothing around her moved. She strained her senses to locate Naraku in the darkness. How such a large creature could be so quiet on an ancient and creaky wood floor was a miracle of nature, Rin’s sarcasm unfurled to cover her unease as she struggled to find the man’s dark presence in the quiet room.

Rin did not expect to hear the slurring rasp of metal on a whetstone. But nothing else made that particular noise; she couldn’t kid herself it was anything but steel on stone, however her now-panting mind wished it.

Shhhh-nick.

Rin saw in her mind the long knives hanging in shining hungry perfection on magnetic bars in the kitchen.

Shhhh-nick.

She watched Naraku casually flip a long filet knife over his fingers as he asked her if she didn’t want to just eat in?

Shhhh-nick.

Her panicky breathing was a loud winter storm in her ears.

Silence.

Rin felt Naraku’s weight on the bed; the sound of sheets falling off the mattress in his wake sounded just like the dusty scuttle of rat feet over glass, her terrified mind happily supplied. For some reason, Rin noticed air just couldn’t get in and out of her lungs fast enough. She was starting to feel a little dizzy.

Body heat suddenly slinked against her back, moving upwards between her shoulder blades, teasing her. An instant hiss of fear flew from her lips when Rin felt the cold metal nestle between her shoulder blades. She complied instantly when she heard a hard voice commanded her to close her eyes and keep them that way. Rin loved the thread of desire she heard in that hard voice but her heart quailed at the cruelty that formed the rest of its thick skein.

Her skin itched as Rin felt the cold line travel slowly down her spine and she helplessly tried to draw herself away from the hot, liquid trail that followed in its wake as Naraku tongued her spread back. She felt him draw away from her slowly in the small of her back but the knife blade continued down her sacrum, even ghosting between the spread cheeks of her ass, making her whimper and squirm in self-imposed darkness. Rin couldn’t help the soft whimpering noises escaping into the dead, close space around her head, even as she hated herself for them utterly.

The hard ringing slap to her ass was like a bucket of cold water over her head and it wrung a yelp from her that sounded treacherously like a plead for more.

“Shut up!” Naraku’s cruel voice drilled hard into her ear and Rin did immediately as she was told.

Again she felt Naraku’s heat against her and as he knelt behind her, Rin found herself leaning backwards into the surety of her bonds, instinctively pleading with her body for mercy. She rubbed her back, her ass against the warm, unyielding flesh behind her and when Naraku’s arms surrounded her, she thought she’d won a respite from his frightening knife-point examination. The sudden hot, velvety hardness she felt rubbing at her spread core was a wicked contrast to the return of the cold line of heavy metal tracing its slow way around her ensnared left breast. Naraku breathed hard into her ear and holding the soft globe of her breast, he teased her with the flat of the blade, alternating the puckering flesh with dangerous strokes. Any moment, Rin feared she’d feel the blaze of hot wet pain and open her eyes screaming to an apron of blood as Naraku cut a… souvenir… from her shivering body.

She could feel Naraku’s hard cock begin to slip wetly against her as he slowly teased her with slow thrusts, never entering her but torturing Rin with his own body as well as the knife. Small knots of pleasure pulled and rode within her belly, her tingling skin wherever their bodies made contact and a trail of cold fear, like barbed wire around her heart, kept her panting and squirming, so near to panic in Naraku’s cruel grasp.

Rin lost track of time, Naraku might have tormented her for decades, seconds. The feeling of his heavy cock between her legs, his fingers stroking her hungry clit and the shrill sensation of an unseen knife at her throat suddenly made her languid, her knees losing their will to hold her up against the weight of her captor. Moaning hungrily, Rin was a moment from giving in utterly and begging for mercy. Anything to make the pleasure and the fear burst her into flames and consume her! Anything to make him take her, fuck her, devour her and release her!

Naraku pushed the sweaty hair away from Rin’s ear.

“What do you want from me, girl?” he whispered thickly, bringing the knife under her throat tight enough for the honed point to bite into the white thin skin.

When she pinched her eyes shut and hesitated, he laughed and pressed a little harder. The way she craned her throat and led the knife was beautiful in his twisted mind.

“Answer me!” he hissed with an unseen smile. The tortured defeat and abject fear of a slit throat upon Rin’s drawn face made Naraku’s cock so hard it ached; letting his hand stray from her body for a moment, the sadistic butcher gave himself a quick pump to ease the pressure. He didn’t want to take her just yet; Naraku still wanted to break her.

“Oh god, I want you to fuck me, Naraku, I can’t take this…ahh!”, Rin began in a panicky rush, losing her train of thought when she felt her head being pulled back slowly by her hair, the knife drawing up under her jaw. Her eyes flew open at last; she sure her terminal sight on this earth was going to be a red spray upon the white wall as Naraku slit her throat from ear to ear!

“Be silent. I know what you need.” he purred and slowly moved the knife from her throat to her lips.

“Open.”, he commanded and when she did, Naraku fitted the long blade of the knife, cutting edge outwards into her teeth like a gag.

“Close your mouth and know if you should open your mouth and let the knife fall, I will put it in another mouth and test your grip there.” Naraku punctured his growling threat with a hard stroke to her clit, grinding her between his cock and his hand. “Verstaendlich?” he whispered hotly around a kiss to her flushed ear.

Dr. Mengele, Rin growled mentally and clamped her jaws tightly to the metal in her mouth.

She did not expect what Naraku did next. She felt his weight leave the bed and then she heard a door open and close.

Naraku had left her tied up with a knife in her mouth.

The frustrated scream made Rin’s teeth vibrate painfully against the long blade but it was well worth it. She’d never wanted to touch herself so badly in her life! Time passed slowly and Rin drowsed, her head lolling forward, knife in place but askew, day-dreaming of breaking Naraku’s dick off when he finally reappeared and fucking herself with it before making him choke on it!

No wonder Father had always wanted her to marry a lawyer.
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