The Gift of Death by Countess De Kitsune

Pushed too Far

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Many thanks to my beta Nefra

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She lifted herself on her elbows after hearing his breathing even out. He had done it again. She felt her stomach turn with disgust. How could her father have done this to her, gave her away to some low life beast who used her constantly. She took a deep breath brushing her sweat saturated bangs from her face. She remembered why…It was for the money, Naraku was the highest bidder. Her father, she spat the word even when she thought of him, had been tainted with his own greed. The woman tried to hold back her flashback, she struggled fiercely with it but it refused to let her alone.

*Flashback*

A teenaged girl sat serenely in front of her house, watching the sunset. She heard the gruff voice of her father call for her and lifted her head, her raven locks feel from her face and she gracefully lifted herself to her feet. Walking into the house she heard voices.

"I'll give you 12 grand a year for the girl."

She could almost feel the grin spread over her father's lips. She knocked lightly on the handsome red wood door of her father's library.

"Come in Kagome."

Kagome stepped inside lifting her pale blue skirt, bowing to her father and the men she had not yet seen but she could feel their hungry lustful eyes on her. She heard the rustle of material and the air shift signifying her father and given the wave of his hand for her to stand. There were 3 men, all of which were attractive but still she could not feel the sort of pull that liking one of them would have had, who could possibly like the man you are about to be sold to. Her father wore a large smirk.

"Gentlemen this is my daughter."

The men looked her over as if she was cattle and soon a man with black hair turned back to her father.

"I will pay you more than either of them can afford. 1 million a year."

Kagome could already feel her dislike grow for the man who would now own her. Her stomach gave a lurch as if she would throw up and her dislike turned to loathe as her father let out a hearty laugh.

"DONE!"

*Flash end*

She had been shipped off the next day to her new husband; even now she could feel her body flush with rage. She couldn't hate her father anymore than now for trapping her in this 'marriage'; she considered more of a purgatory than anything else.

Kagome studied the man beside her, his chiseled features, handsome in a dark evil way. His black hair neatly tucked under his body, shiny yet not as full as hers but quite healthy. Her husband, if that's what you call your jail keeper, was admittedly attractive but he was a loathsome, disagreeable creature on this inside. The woman looked down at her body, her full breasts littered with large blue and black bruises. Her upper lip turned up in a sneer, baring her unusually sharp canines. Kagome let out an enraged hiss; the sick fuck never missed a time to mar her body in his marks, his sign of ownership. He even blamed her for the lustful looks men threw at her. Oh how she hated him, such deep rooted hate that consumed the very core of her soul. She had learned a long time ago not to show him emotion. Ha, Kagome had learned a long time ago not to feel much of anything. She would not have survived if she had.

Her brows drew together as she watched his chest rise and fall. She wished she could squeeze the life from his lungs, end the breath of the being that kept her chained to him. She noted faintly that the night was cold against her pale skin but her body was abnormally hot. She barely noticed the red goose bumps rising on her skin as she snarled in thought, remembering. Oh yes she had tried to escape before. Tried to run away from him, escape the harsh fate that had been handed to her and as expected he punished her, for days. Kagome felt her skin crawl and help back the tempting desire to relieve her stomach of its contents. The abuse to her body was nothing compared to that of her mind. His words ricocheted in her mind, causing pain, so much pain. He taught her that day that she was his captive and there were few ways to escape him.

The dark-haired beauty lifted herself from the bed, quickly grabbed her shirt pulling over her semi-dry form. Gliding to the kitchen her eyes swept over the dark room. Her electric blue eyes glimmered in the dim lighting of the street lights outside; a silver glint caught her eyes and she turned her head to examine it. As she grew closer she realized it was a knife. Her thin fingers crept around the handle and she looked over it with a sort of morbid glee.

'I can kill myself.'

Bringing the blade to her wrist she pressed down, only a little of her blood surfaced against her skin. Showing rich and dark on the milky white flesh, her lips parted in a small gasp and she removed the blade. The tip dripped with a tiny amount of her blood. Her clouded mind was bombarded with thoughts, why had she not thought of it before.

'Why not kill him?'

Chills of delight snaked down her spine. It would be so good. Again she felt shots of addictive pleasure at the thought. She licked her full red lips.

'Oh this will be good.'