InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hate ❯ Hate 06 ( Chapter 6 )

Hate 06

 

 

Her head was still spinning and she was much too dizzy for hate. Izayoi knew that she'd been drugged, entranced perhaps, by the thick incense that still hung in the air. She could taste it in the back of her throat, exotic and fell, like the taste of cloves and cedar. It clung to her hair, her bare skin, and continued to affect her tired body.

 

She awoke in pile of silk. The many layers of the priceless kimono had been shredded, torn apart by a demon's violent desires. Desires that had been exacted from her body and she started to shake as memories of the night came rushing in. She didn't want to look at herself, but with a will born of necessity, she moved aside the ravaged silk and caught her breath when she saw what he'd done to her body.

 

Scratches down her chest and ribs, the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Grimacing, she slipped her hand between her legs and was unsurprised when her fingers encountered crusted blood. Anger…old anger and fresh…threatened to overwhelm her. For the first time since she'd been taken, since she'd been sold, since she'd violated right down to the core of her soul…

 

She would rather die than endure him any more!

 

“Monster,” she whispered.

 

“Yes,” his dark voice answered.

 

Izayoi shuddered, not surprised to see him standing over her. He smiled affectionately. “You please me…very much.”

 

She scrambled to her feet. “You sicken me,” she said, fury and hatred glinting like coals in her eyes.

 

“Do I?”

 

He reached for her and she flinched away, not wanting his hands, his claws to ever touch her again. She staggered, suddenly weak and wanting to retch at his feet. The air around her trembled and thickened, surging over her. She couldn't breathe; the horror was too great, too absolute.

 

She had to make him kill her…otherwise there was no escape.

 

“What are you, to do this to me?” Izayoi gasped, the words feeling like molten lead in her throat. She glanced down at her ravaged body and slowly touched the welts with her shaking hands. It hurt and she could feel every bruise, every raw scratch where the skin had split and left behind a ribbon of blood.

 

He closed the distance between them with a single, swift step and before Izayoi could move, his arms were around her. Pulling her close, his hands felt impossibly warm and strong, holding her and she cried out as that warmth flashed over her body like a storm.

 

“Still hate me, little girl?” he murmured, pressing his lips against her ear.

 

His fingers slid over her skin, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. Izayoi whimpered, closing her eyes as helpless pleasure spread outward from the pit of her belly. He was doing something to her, twisting her response, draining it from her like poisoned nectar. She clung to him when her legs became too weak for her to stand and shivered when he slipped his fingers between her legs.

 

Darkness fell over her then, spiraling downward, taking root in the earth itself. Shimmering waves played her nerves, coaxing music in long, slow pulses until she suddenly thrashed and shrieked. Tears streaked her face as he gently lowered her to the floor. Izayoi clutched her arms around her body, rocking as she wept softly.

 

“Look at me, little girl.”

 

She obeyed, unable to do anything else.

 

The demon drew a sword and she caught her breath. Her eyes glistened with hope while his only regarded her with an abstract pity. Izayoi licked her lips, waiting for the blow. She could taste it, this freedom at the end of his blade and let out her breath in a grateful sigh.

 

But he only rested her edge against her forehead and stared down at her, watching with a remote expression as the bruises and scratched faded from her skin. Suddenly absent of pain, she had nothing left but shame…and hatred.

 

“Do as you're told,” he murmured, turning away. “Don't defy me, don't question me, and do not resist.”

 

“Why?” Her voice was bitter as bile, sour and burning in her belly. “Why are you doing this to me?”

 

“I am a demon,” he said, and she tasted his bitterness on her own tongue. “It is all I know how to be.”