InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted ❯ A Half Life ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

A Half Life

Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there - Evanescence

Naraku had grabbed Kikyou by the chin, his fingers digging painfully into her jawbone, and dragged her after him. Picking up a remote, he pressed a button that made a secret door behind his desk slide open. Kikyou closed her eyes and tried to control the shiver of dread that went through her. It seemed just a short while since her body had healed from the last time….

The door slid open with a soft, slithering sound and Naraku pulled Kikyou into the dimly lit room, making her stumble and nearly fall. Her hands flew out and she caught herself on a bench. Her hair fell on either side of her face, blocking out her view of the ghastly room…a room she was far too intimately familiar with. The walls were painted a crimson red, and there never was much light - just enough to suit his taste. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the wooden, four point restraint cage, and next to it the St. Andrews cross. On a rack on the wall was his collection of whips, chains, cuffs, and canes, casting sinister shadows on the wall behind them. Kikyou barely had time to take a ragged breath before Naraku came up behind her and yanked her head back by her hair. He pulled her too her feet by the nape of her neck, and her heels clicked sharply on the smooth marble floor as she tried to keep her balance. She gasped as he ripped the buttons off the back of her dress with one vicious swipe, and it fell open and off her shoulders. Ripping the fragile dress off her, he had her completely stripped in a minute.

Kikyou gritted her teeth to quell the vitriolic protests and cries of hate that were trying to break free. Past experience had taught her that Naraku would just be more vicious if she spoke without permission. She kept her face stoic as he handcuffed her arms over her head from a pulley hanging from the ceiling. The leather cuffs bit into her wrists brutally as her weight pulled her down when he hoisted her off the ground. She only closed her eyes a moment while he walked over to the rack to select an instrument of torture.

The sting of the short whip as it hit her was not unexpected, but her back arched instinctively away from it anyway. Kikyou bit her lip, white teeth on red lobe, and tried not to shudder. The next blow made her swing slightly on the chain, and she ground her teeth in harder drawing blood. Another blow landed on her ass, followed in quick succession by two blows to her legs. Then she felt his cool, hard hand on her hip as he drew her towards him.

“I am your Lord and Master,” Naraku hissed. “And you are my property, understand?”

“Yes my Lord,” Kikyou said in a monotone.

Her mouth opened in a silent cry as Naraku's tongue traced the welts he had made on her back. One hand traveled up Kikyou's stomach to cup her breast, squeezing it hard. With the other hand he inserted two fingers roughly inside her, his nails digging painfully into the soft walls of her pussy. As he drove his fingers in and out of her, he pinched her nipple excruciatingly while his tongue slithered like a serpent over his handiwork. Suddenly he spun her around, and reached in his pocket, pulling out two weighted nipple clamps. He attached them to her, and then held her to admire the way her nipples turned hard and red as they were pulled down. She stiffened her spine against the pain. When he let her go a moment, she stifled the groan that was traveling up her throat. He came back with a black blindfold and a ball gag. The blindfold went on first, before he shoved the ball gag in her mouth, making her bitten lip rub painfully against her teeth before it entered.

Taking her down from her suspension, Naraku slung Kikyou across his shoulder and carried her to a table. He tied her legs and arms to each of four posts, and she could feel the cold of the faux black snake skin grate against her sore backside, sending shooting pains through her body. She tried to swallow, the beat of her heart loud in her ears like a gong at a Buddhist temple. There was a dull thud, and she could feel him kneeling over her, the tip of his erection and the drape of his hair touching her body. Then he slammed his cock hard inside her, banging painfully against her cervix. She could not see the expression on his face, but she could imagine it; his eyes glowing redly in the dim light, his teeth bared in a grimace of supremacy as he used his property. Each thrust inside her was meant to hurt her, more than pleasure him. She knew he could only achieve sexual satisfaction knowing he was giving her pain. When he came, he roared like an animal, impaling her and practically lifting her off the table…

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down

When the memory finally subsided, Kikyou felt chilled despite the hot water of the bath. She could not hear any commotion in the room next door anymore. All was quiet, but her intuition made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. Something was not quite right. Getting up quickly, she toweled off, her ears focused to listen for any nearby sounds. She remembered the feeling of being watched as she left the train station. Naraku's spies were everywhere. If they were combing all the hotels in the area…

Quickly Kikyou latched the inside lock on the door to her room, and caught the sound of voices at the front desk. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard the surly attendant at the front desk raise his voice in a defensive manner. The male voice that spoke to him was low and threatening. That speech pattern…she knew him and it was not InuYasha! In an instant Kikyou was dressed, grabbing out a one time use cell phone before zipping up her bag. She could hear foot steps approaching…there was no way out except the window. She wrenched it open and threw her bags out as she heard someone try to open her door. The inner latch held just long enough for her to climb out the window, but her foot caught on the edge of the window sill. She landed on top of her suitcase, barely missing hitting the pavement with her head. Scrambling up she heard the door to her room bust open. Adrenaline singing shrilly in her veins, she reached for the oddly shaped case and opened it…

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me

Only one light was on at the top floor of the skyscraper. The office had a sweeping view of the city below, its denizens crawling like bugs that he could easily squash. Naraku brought one hand out from behind his back, and raised it palm facing forward at the window. Then he made a fist, mouth twisting into a snarl. He knew she was back, that bitch who betrayed him…either she or InuYasha had what was rightfully his! The Shikon no Tama was supposed to be a symbol of power for him! And the bitch…she belonged to him and always would! Just wait until he got her back here…

Naraku paced a moment, and then went back to his desk. Byakuya had not reported back yet. He should have had Kikyou by now. Picking up the phone, he dialed his minion's cell phone number…