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Darkest Before Dawn
By : inumom
Category: InuYasha > General
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AN: This is my first attempt at a seriously dark fic. Rated for torture and rape. If this sort of material offends, go no further.

Darkest Before Dawn

1. Sunset

The woman awoke to darkness. Although she could not see, her sense of touch was unimpaired. She seemed to be lying on her back on a hard surface--stone or concrete, maybe. Trying to sit up, she realized that she was immobilized, her arms stretched above her head, her legs spread wide. Her pounding head and vague nausea left her disoriented and weak, her muscles trembling with the effort needed to turn her head. She moaned softly, and brilliant lights above her came on.
There was a loud bang from across the cavernous space. Struggling to raise her head, she could barely distinguish a tall figure wearing some kind of white robe that approached slowly. �I see that you�re finally awake.� His voice was cold, a perfect match for the icy, disdainful stare in his reddish eyes.
In spite of being at a definite disadvantage, she remained defiant. �What the hell is this?�
The voice remained cold despite a faint note of amusement. �That�s no way to speak to your host, bitch.�
�You better have good travel plans, you bastard--when my husband finds you, you won�t live long enough to spend the ransom.�
�Do not presume to understand me, whore. There will be no ransom.�
Her heart was pounding. If he hadn�t taken her for ransom, it must mean that he was going to kill her. �Well, if you�re gong to kill me, then get on with it.� Despite her brave words, she could not keep the fear from her eyes.
The man smiled coldly. He could almost smell the fear coming from her. �Oh,� he said, grinning broadly, �I�m not going to let you die. You would be of no use to me dead. In fact,� he said, his manner almost jovial, �I�ll be going to some rather extraordinary lengths to keep you alive. See that tube in your arm? It contains a very special blend of ingredients. Not only does it provide adequate nutrition to keep you in good health, but it also contains a number of stimulants to keep you awake and alert as well as to intensify the sensations of what I have planned for you. There is also a powerful combination of hormones that will eventually have you begging me to make you my whore. You see,� he said, running a sharp-nailed hand possessively over her breast before giving it a painful squeeze, �I�m not going to kill you. I am, however, going to break you. It may take an hour, a day, or a month, but once I have you trembling on your knees before me, begging me to use you to fulfill my most twisted fantasies, I�ll begin the process of building you up into the instrument of my revenge.�
He dropped his robe in a puddle of white silk off to one side. Moving to a small wheeled cart much like the ones hospitals use for storing small pieces of equipment, he returned with what looked like a sharp, thin-bladed knife. With a single careless slash, he cut her clothing down the center from neckline to hem, heedless of the shallow scratch he left down the middle of her body. Carefully licking the traces of her blood from the knife, he made a curt gesture.
At his signal, two powerfully-built men emerged from the shadows. They unclipped the chains from the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and stood her upright. They fastened a long metal bar between the ankle bindings and attached her wrist cuffs to chains suspended from the ceiling. Using a series of pulleys, they positioned her so that she was suspended in the middle of the room, spread-eagled, her toes barely touching the rough concrete floor.
From this position she could see a bit more of the room. Although it was dark except for the area immediately around her, she could see platforms and tables in various sizes and shapes located around the large space. Hulking shadows that appeared to be storage cabinets and racks of some kind stood at intervals around the perimeter. The deep red glow of a fireplace lay just at the edge of her vision.
Her captor sliced quickly through the shoulder seams of her clothing, leaving her clad only in her panties. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he tore them from her, causing her to cry out as the elastic cut into her hips before breaking.
Turning away for a moment, the man returned quickly with an object in his hands. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized that it was an obviously expensive leather dog collar. Reaching up, he fastened it snugly around her throat. He then clipped a matching leather leash to the ring in the front so that it was hanging down between her breasts to the floor.
The man was not at all concerned about the fierce glares she directed his way. �Well, bitch, what do you think? The dark leather is particularly striking against your pale skin. Of course, it has the added advantage of not showing blood�.�
�Go to hell, bastard,� she growled.
He did not react to her words. Moving casually, he grabbed the leash near the handle end. He looked closely at it for a few moments, then spoke half to himself. �Leather is a truly marvelous substance,� he said, rubbing the handle between his palms. �Depending on its preparation, use, and conditions, it can be hard or soft, warm or cold. It can cause great pleasure,� he said, rubbing it lightly over her breasts, smirking as the light touches brought her nipples to instant erectness. He smiled thinly as he watched her bite back a moan of pleasure before continuing, �Or great pain.� At this last word he used the leash to savagely whip her breasts, smiling coldly as she cried out in shock and pain, smears of blood appearing across her creamy skin.
After several minutes he cropped the leash. He walked over to the fireplace, waiting there for a few moments before returning to his prisoner. She stared in fear as she realized that he was holding a long metal rod with an intricate design attached to one end. She trembled as she realized that the design was glowing a brilliant orange-white.
�No�.� she whispered.

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The phone crashed into its cradle, the impact snapping the receiver in two. The young man behind the desk produced a string of vicious curses. Over a period of more than ten minutes they became more imaginative but no less deadly. It is a testament to the man�s skill in this area that he never repeated himself once.
Biting off a particularly crude epithet, he vaulted over the desk and sped through the outer office, leaving the man who managed to keep the work flowing through his office staring in shock. Bypassing the elevators, he raced up the stairs to the uppermost level of the office building.
Flinging open the door, he stalked along the hallway to the only office on this level. Brushing past the young woman in the outer office, he banged open the inner door. Striding forward, he barged up to the desk, snatched the phone from the man standing there, and slammed it down.
The taller figure behind the desk brushed an imaginary speck of dust from the sleeve of his charcoal Armani suit before fixing the younger man with an icy stare. �I trust you have a reason for this inexcusable breach of protocol?�
He seemed to shrink into himself as the reason for his presence in his half-brother�s office finally sank in. �Somebody took Kagome.�
That got Sesshoumaru�s undivided attention. His usually impassive expression became distinctly frigid. �What do you mean, �took� her? Where was her security?�
Strangely grateful for his brother�s sudden interest in what he had to say, he paced back and forth in agitation. �The police just called. They found her car in a vacant lot across town. The driver had been shot in the head at close range. There was no trace of Kagome. Sango had been shot twice, and was unconscious from some kind of gas--they found an empty canister in the car.�
Sesshoumaru felt a certain amount of responsibility for this. He had, after all, introduced the two. �Have they made any demands yet?�
�Nothing,� the other grated out, hands clenched at his sides, visibly trembling with rage.
The tall man consulted a small clock on his spotless desk. �It�s nearly three in the morning.� Reaching out for the phone, he tapped in a couple of numbers. �When you have a moment, come up to my office.�
When the door opened a few moments later, a young man somewhere between the apparent ages of the two brothers entered. His shiny black hair was a bit longer than was usual in high-level business circles, and was worn tied into a small tail at the back of his neck. His manner of dress was casual, including snug black jeans, a turtleneck that exactly matched his deep violet eyes, and a medium-grey jacket. He looked from one to the other in confusion.
Sesshoumaru fixed the other with a cold stare. �Miroku, take my brother home and put him to bed. I�ll start an investigation into this matter and contact him as soon as I have some useful information.�
He watched in silence as his younger brother was led away, shoulders slumped, staring blankly ahead. Once the office door closed behind the pair, he picked up the direct line to his personal assistant. �Rin, prepare to launch a level-one investigation. And send out for coffee--it�s going to be a very long night.�
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Darkest Before Dawn	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Darkest Before Dawn