Captured Soul

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters

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Warning: Extreme violence in this chapter!


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Chapter 7: I have no words to describe this chap.


The dog demon rose from the chair and approached the female.

Her smile widened as he came near. She turned and walked slowly down the hallway,
the hypnotic sway of her hips flaunting the bare skin which peeked out from certain
parts of her silky dress. This woman....her scent.....made his head spin. Sesshomaru
surmised that it would definitely make any human male burn with need. Even though he
himself was not human, his male instincts hammered at him to pay attention to the
pheromone. But he refused and pushed down that part of him which cared not for the
decency of proper mating.

At the end of the hall, the miko opened a large heavy door.
As she walked in, she raised her hand to him. "Come."

He entered the room, undoubtably the miko's bed chamber.

Candle light bathed the walls in flickering shadows.

A king sized bed, covered with luxurious quilts, centered the room. The fireplace blazed not to far from the oversized bed. Two clothed chairs had been placed close to the hearth.

As the miko sauntered over to her bed, she softly
gave a light order. "Shut the door, youkai."

Sesshomaru stopped and turned to the door. After he had finished the task, he remained
with his back to the woman, facing the old wooden entrance.

The miko chuckled. "Turn around, demon."

He complied.

The woman rose from her seat on the bed and slowly walked over to him. "I see you
are going to make this difficult. I don't have to read those thoughts of yours to know
how difficult you want to make your servitude."

Her steps halted before him. "But I can assure you, demon, the more you try do defy me,
the worse it will become for you."

She reached up to his face.

He growled.

Her hand froze in mid air.

The delicate beauty in her face hardened somewhat. "You need to be trained, dog."

Lowering her hand, she stared at him with building irritation. "I had hoped
I wouldn't have to teach you how to behave, but it seems that I must."

She shook her head. "Such a bother."

But then she smiled wickedly as her eyes traveled over his body. "Though....I
am certain the rewards will definitly be worth it."

The woman backed up and tilted her head. "I think we will start your lesson in manners
now. I want to enjoy this evening, prince. And in order to do that, I will need you
to be obedient enough and not give me any problems concerning that attitude of yours."

He sneered at the woman. "Witch, even though it seems I can not disobey your
sick commands, know this, I will not give in to your demented advances. You are nothing but
a self centered bitch. Your very presence infuriates me. I want nothing more than to
rip your heart out and toss it to that damn cat of yours."

The miko smirked, a knowing light sparked in the obsidian depths of her eyes.

"You want me to kill you, don't you. Oh, now that would be all too easy for you to escape
me. I have every intention of keeping you, demon. Death would be too good for the
likes of you."

The witch woman's smirk went rigid as she grimaced with annoyance. "But you must pay for
that forked tongue of yours, demon.
The pain I inflict on you will make the flames of Hell feel like raindrops from Heaven.
I can make your body scream for death. If you wish to keep that mind of your's
intact, I suggest you learn the proper way of speaking to a lady. I am your master
now, dog. And you will learn to speak with respect to your owner."

While moving over to an old wooden chest, her voice took on a sharp edge.
"Before your lessons are through, you will be begging me...begging me for mercy.
We will start, youkai, with something, I believe, will change your taste in speech."

Sesshomaru backed up a step.

The collar around his throat tightened some in warning.

He went still, not wishing for the subduing restraint to activate.
Reaching up, he pulled at the metal and pushed his fingers in between
the collar and his skin, allowing him to swallow.

The miko chided him while sifting around in the wooden chest. "Ah, ah, ah, not very
smart, youkai, you know better than that. The spell placed on you is more
powerful than you could ever imagine. It will never allow you to break free from your
owner. Attempting to move away from me would be futile."

The restraint around his throat loosened.


He watched as the woman straightened, closing the lid of the wooden chest in the process.

The witch had an object in her hands.


Every hair on his body rose as his skin prickled. Something bad was about to happen.

When she turned around, he realized just what that object was; a cat-o-nine.
Sharp, shiny metal spikes glittered at the end of each leather strap.

She smiled with sadistic glee as she neared him. "Do you know about Miko's and their power,
demon?"

The woman stopped at arm's length from him and traced a finger over the handle
of the whip. "Miko's have the power to infuse any weapon of their choice with purifying
magic. In a way, they can make any object they touch a device which can cause pain, maim,
or kill any demon nearby."

Eyes alight with malicious intent glared up at him as the whip in her hands
began to crackle with a glowing light. "Take off you upper garment."

He scowled at the miko and slowly untied his belt.

Taking his time; he removed the clothes from his body, letting the garment fall
silently to the floor to crumple at his feet.

He felt his hair wisp against his bare back.

A feral, lusty tint lined her features . "Face the wall, demon, then kneel."

Sesshomaru's heart began to pound as he faced the wall. In small degrees he lowered
to the floor.

Hard, cold stone met his knees.

He waited.

Light footsteps gave him the impression that the woman was pacing behind him.

The miko's aura neared his backside.

Fingers threaded through his hair. "It would be such a shame to stain those pretty
locks of yours."

He swallowed hard as her cold hands pushed aside his hair, moving it to fall across
his chest. A warm breath brushed his ear. "You are mine...beg me and I will spare you...."

Refusing to reply, Sesshomaru only stared at the nicks and crevices in the gray
stone.

Her voice fell away. "I see....arrogance does not suit you, my prince."

The woman spoke again. "This will teach you, demon. This will teach you the real
meaning of submission. Do not make a move to escape your lesson, youkai. You will only
anger me more. And that collar of yours won't take it too lightly either."

A loud crack pierced the air.

He clenched his eyes shut and hissed as searing pain ripped its way down his flesh.

Again, the whip sounded, this time rending muscle. He let out a gasp
and leaned forward, his forhead hitting the wall.


Another lash followed, splitting open the skin from his shoulder to his lower back.
The dog demon snarled. "Bitch!"


The miko laughed. "Oh, now that was original."

Placing his palms flat against the wall, he braced himself for the next lash.

It came.

He locked his jaw to keep from crying out as several lacerations tore into
him, scraping bone.

The coppery scent of his own blood pervaded his sense of smell.


Then, it stopped.

While breathing labored breaths, he opened his eyes.

Her voice called out. "Beg me to stop."

He glanced down to see scarlet pooling about his knees.

With an even tone, he replied. "No."

The woman let out a feminine snort. "I think you need a little more persuasion."

He stiffened and waited.

Another crack gave him a split second warning of what was to come.

This time, his body smashed against the wall as the sheer force of the purifying magic
sliced into his flesh and bone.

The taste of copper flooded his mouth.

The room began to move as his sense of balance blinked on and off.

Pressed against the wall, he spat out the thick, choking liquid.

With all the strength he could muster, Sesshomaru prepared himself as welas has he could for the next attack.

But it did not come.

Suddenly, his instincts began screaming at him to flee.

The powerful aura of the miko was rising, building to a fathomless level.

He wanted to move...to get away...but...damnit..if he did.....

For the first time in his life, Sesshomaru felt pure fear.

Rational thought left him.

He made a move to get away from her.

It was a mistake.

Before he had moved no more than an inch, the metal around his neck constricted.

Now denied the ability to breath, Sesshomaru gagged in shock.
One clawed hand reached up to the coiling, tightening metal.

His insides blred red as hot streaks of power slashed through nerves, muscle and bone.

A harsh quaking overtook him.

He wanted to cry out, to scream, to howl. Anything to make it stop.
But he could not.

His voice had been silenced.

Before he fell into the darkness, the collar loosened and he inhaled a sharp breath.

For some reason he was weaker than a pup and the cold from the stone wall was
now seeping into his cheek and bare chest.

The miko's aura had increased dramatically now.
Too exhausted from the aftershock of the collar's punishment, he remained motionless.

While taking in deep breaths, he blinked. Everything was blurry.

The floor beneath him seem to sway in an unsteady motion.

Her hardened tone rose to a fevered pitch. "I will give you another chance, dog.
Beg me...plead for the pain to stop.....!"


He closed his eyes, maybe she would kill him. He rasped out what he knew may be his last
word. "No."

While still pressed up against the ungiving stone wall, he waited for his wish of death
to be granted.

A booming CRACK shook the room.

The force of the blow crushed him into the gray stone wall.


Unable to bear the pain as nearly every muscle in his back was torn to shreds
and several ribs were severed, he howled. The deep gutteral cry pushed up from his
lungs, changing in pitch as he let loose, trying to make his body endure the relentless
agony.

He heard a distinct crunch in his chest.

Wet, warm liquid flowed out of his ears and nose.

He screamed again as every inch of his flesh became engulfed in fire.

Without knowing, Sesshomaru slipped down to the floor.

Tremors rocked everything.

He could not stop shaking.

His cries evolved into heavy groans as he lay there on his right side.

Sticky liquid stuck to hire sre shoulder and arm.

Dark spots covered everything as he curled in on himself.

Light footfalls, sloshing through wetness, came near.

A hand tangled in his hair. The room spun as something jerked his head back.

A low female voice sounded close to his ear. "Do you want more? Do you want me
to bring you to the brink of madness? I assure you. It is quite painful."

He could barely comprehend her words as he shook violently from the
pain which seem to be consuming the very core of his being.

Her tone whispered lower. "Now, my pet. This is your last chance.
I want to hear it from your lips.
Beg me....beg like I know you can....."

A bright light burned his vision as she held her hand up before his eyes.

He flinched once. "I...."

She coaxed him. "Yes my sweet.......that's it....say it.....come on...just say it
and all the pain will go away...."

He trembled. In a voice that the dog demon did not recognize, he stammered
a humiliating and hesitant plea. "Please.......stop."

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This chapter took lot out of me riterite. I got to where i was cringing every time
I wrote a word. I would like comments on this chap. I really needed to get Sesshy's mind
set to where he feared the miko's power. It is so hard to get a demon like Sesshy in that
position. I hope I succeeded. We will know with the next chap. Please review!
Thanks to all who read and were entertained.