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Revenge
By : kresua
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When Sesshoumaru woke up the next morning, he felt more
exhausted then when he had fallen asleep.

�He questioned where
he was. His question was answered as claws sunk deeper into his stomach.

He felt sick�his face was hot and he felt
uncharacteristically weakened. He offered a soft, plaintive whimper as his new
mistress pulled back and looked at him. �Stupid bitch�� she said as she felt
his forehead. �I�m not going to treat you unless you�re about to die.� She
haughtily got up off the bed and ordered Sesshoumaru to his knees. Shaking, the
inu youkai knelt before her. His face was sickly pale, and his lips dry and
cracked.

�Do you know why you�re here, Sesshoumaru?�

In his weakened state, Sesshoumaru couldn�t offer more than
a slow shake of his head.��

�You�re here for the reason that because of you, my daughter
died.�

�I-I�m sorry�� he murmured, remembering her desperate tone
to let her stay in his lands for safety�even after 200 years, the memory hadn�t
diminished. He knew he was deserving of this treatment.

Misaki slapped him hard across the face. �Not sorry enough.�
She lifted a whip. The tentacles of the whip jingled softly with the sharp
metal pieces attached to him. Sesshoumaru whimpered softly, but chose not to
beg�he knew she wouldn�t have mercy on him.

The whip hit his back, hard, flaying his skin open and
ripping apart muscle. Sesshoumaru bared his teeth, gritting them to keep from
screaming.

She hit him again, then again. Sesshoumaru was rapidly
losing blood and strength. Finally, out of sheer helplessness, Sesshoumaru
collapsed to the ground.

�Get UP bitch!�
She kicked him hard, knowing good and well he couldn�t get up now. Sesshoumaru
simply lay at her feet, shameless tears forming at the sides of his eyes as her
cruel assault continued. She rolled him over onto his back and he gave a yelp
as his painful stripes touched the rough ground beneath him.

She ran her fingers across his blood-dampened lips and
chuckled softly. �You must be thirsty�� she whispered with sheer cruelty. Her
victim nodded slowly. �I suppose that�s too bad, isn�t it?�

Beads of sweat lined Sesshoumaru�s face. �Please�� he
murmured, �Mistress, onegai�� he murmured softly. He was desperate; he was
dying.

�I feel like a bath�and you�re
going to bathe me.� By no means was it a question. She hauled him up to his
feet and led him to the bathroom and began to fill up the deep marble tub
inlaid in the room. Sesshoumaru watched the warm water swirl into the beautiful
tub as his new mistress stripped. She was beautiful�but she scared him
terribly. He felt so bad for what he did to her daughter�and not just because
he was now at her mercy. So much had been taken from him in 200 years�too much.

His material possessions�

His virginity�

His health�

His will�

His spirit�

His very reason for
living�

All of it was stolen within the first two years of his
slavery. And now�he understood perfectly. He deserved this torture for the way
he used to live. He had thought of himself as the highest prince�that no one
could ever be as powerful as he�and now here he was. Harnessed like a horse,
ill, helpless and subservient. His entire reason for existence was for
another�s pleasure.

The sound of the water ceasing to pour into the tub caught
his attention as his nude mistress slid into the hot water. He wished to join
her, and so crawled over to the tub and had one foot in when his mistress
growled.

�No. You will not dirty my bath with your body. Wash my
hair.� She pointed to a bottle and flicked her hair out for Sesshoumaru. With a
deeply sad sigh, Sesshoumaru wetted her hair and then lathered up the soap into
it, and then rinsing. As soon as her hair was washed, he watched as she bathed
the rest of her body, and then relaxed in the water. Her eyes were closed.

Sesshoumaru lay down upon the cold ground, exhaustion and
illness laying claim to his weakened body.

�Get up and dry me off!�

The voice tore him from sleep only a half hour after it had
descended upon him. His golden eyes fluttered open as he stared up at the neko youkai for a moment. His eyes begged Misaki not to
push him�he begged with any benevolent entity up there that she wouldn�t hurt
him for being this way.

No benevolent entity was listening. A clawed hand, slightly
wet with bath-water, wrapped around Sesshoumaru�s throat.

A feral warning growl emanated from Misaki. �You will be
punished later. Dry me off!�

Hardly able to stay on his feet, Sesshoumaru picked up a
warm fluffy towel and wrapped it around her body, gently rubbing the water off
of her. Starting with the backs of her calves, he moved up her back and finally
wrapped her in the towel. Without so much as a thank you, she haughtily moved
out of the room.

�Come, bitch,� she said cruelly. Sesshoumaru followed her as
she led him to her bed. A chill was in the air from the oncoming winter. To the
collar around his neck she chained him to her bed, keeping him on the cold tile
floor. �Don�t let me catch your scent on my bed. You are to remain on the
ground unless I tell you otherwise. I shall return this evening.�

She turned out the lights and left Sesshoumaru to watch the
fresh snow fall to the ground as he shook with the cold.

This was not good. His fever was getting worse. He was
beginning to shake though he felt like his skin was on fire. His skin was very
deathly pale, and his entire body screamed for rest�for a comfortable place to lie
down.

With a soft whimper, Sesshoumaru lay upon the cold tile of the
room as a very shaky sleep claimed him.

I0I0I0I

When Sesshoumaru awoke, a few hours had passed. It was about
mid-day, he guessed by the faint light of the sun despite the snow-clouds. He
suddenly realized he was starving. A blast of cold air hit him, and he realized
that the door to Misaki�s balcony was open. Bound to the bedpost, Sesshoumaru
couldn�t do anything about it. He shook with the cold and wished he could lay
in the bed.

After a long while, he lay back against the cold tile and
let sleep overtake him again. He dreamt of a long, warm bath, being fed and
well-treated, given long drinks of water, and most of all�

He dreamt of being loved.

It had been so long since anyone had showed him any type of
affection. The sweet caress of a mother�s smile, a father�s proud clapping�even
a half-brother�s admiration. And he had none.

As he awoke, the living hell of his situation came back to
him. Sesshoumaru gave a soft sigh and realized it was probably about 6 o�clock. A deep, sad sigh presented itself as
he realized that if this woman killed him�he�d never have the chance to be
loved again. Once more, he felt no more refreshed then when he�d gone to sleep.
His fever had worsened and he knew that if left untreated�he really would die. The thought of death was both
inviting and terrifying at the same time. He�d rather die than live like
this�but at the same time, death at her
hands left him shaking and scared.

The door opened.

Misaki walked slowly forward, even as Sesshoumaru cowered in
fear in the corner. Sesshoumaru caught her attention, however. She glanced down
at him, angrily.

�Did you sleep on my bed, bitch?!�

The dog shook his head. Misaki sniffed the bed. He indeed
hadn�t other than last night. She looked surprised. She glanced back at
Sesshoumaru. His body shook with fear�and his fever. He was really ill�and he
wasn�t asking for any care. Misaki moved towards him slowly. He shrank back
from her; his dull golden eyes wide with terror.

She caught his chin with her hand and lifted his head up.
His face felt very warm in her touch; he felt very shaky. A more lasting wave
of pity washed over her spirit. She unchained him from the bedpost.

�Lay down on the bed.� He obeyed, his eyes watching her
curiously, but at the same time, he dared not meet her gaze. �On your chest��
she said almost calmly, and the youkai obeyed her, thankful because of the
painful stripes on his back.

The smell of lavender stroked his nose. For a moment, it was
the only sensation, and then, he felt her soft warm hands on his back. At first
it hurt, but then the sweet touch melted the pain. The oil she was stroking him
with was numbing.

Without the pain blocking his senses, a sudden realization
hit him. She�s touching me the way a
lover might�why?

As the pain eased entirely, he felt the stroke of sheets all
the way up to his shoulders. Turning his head towards her, Misaki offered him a
sip of wine from a small glass, which he gratefully sipped. �Thank you�� he
murmured as she walked out of the room.

Sleep, this time a deep, healing sleep, overtook him.

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