Warning - Non con and with how it's looking in my mind it's not going to be a happy ending... but then again I'm not such a great writer and I tend to always make things lighter when I want it darker... so it may very well have a happy ending.. but just be warned this may end incredibly tragic

Light barely ever entered the dark, dank, bare cell that was now Kagome's home. But when it did, she felt a fleeting moment of hope. Even when the nightmares came and dread filled her entirely, she knew the light could always penetrate darkness, and that hope is stronger than fear. However the stinging pain of the chains biting into her wrist made her elicited a bitter laugh. Her hands were chained together by her wrists and she was sitting with her legs drawn up to her chest.

She was captured some time ago. Was it a long time ago or a short time ago? She didn't know; she had no way of keeping track of her time in captivity. Her, Inuyasha and the gang had defeated Naraku in the last battle. However, it wasn't without casualties. Miroku got sucked up by his wind tunnel. Sango was stabbed through the heart by Naraku. She recalled his sinister laugh as he did it.

As for Inuyasha… she was the one that killed him. Inuyasha was holding Naraku and he was shouting at her again and again. "Do it Kagome! Purify him! Yadda yadda!" And she did, but Inuyasha was purified along with him. A tear rolled down her face as she recalled burying her friends. She hid Tessaiga so no one could find it and she wished the jewel gone forever. She had no way of knowing what happened to Shippo and Kirara. Perhaps they had lived – she didn't know. Before her capture, she had tried searching for them but it was as if they disappeared in the wind.

The loud creak of her prison door opening made her instinctually look around. However, since her prison warden was a sadistic ass, she couldn't see anything but black inky darkness. "Asshat."

"How are you faring, miko," the Asshat asked with a mocking tone.

Since the day of her capture, he had this sick need to break her will. Unfortunately for him, she figured that her sanity would escape her before her will did. But boy did he try. Whipped her, starved her, and more recently… raped her. Happy happy joy joy.

"Quite well, asshole. Thank you for asking," she said with disdain.

She couldn't see him, but she knew that he was indeed angry. "Where is Tessaiga?" he asked, all mockery aside.

"Oh, I don't know," Kagome answered. "I think that it is… oh I forgot. Sorry."

She heard a low menacing growl and then felt the intense pain of his poisonous whip cutting the skin on her arm. She screamed at the pain and could feel her blood trickle down.

The telltale sound of rustling clothes falling to the ground indicated what her torture session held for her. He gripped her by her hair and lifted her up. Shoving her into the wall behind her by her neck, she breathed out, "I hate you more than hell."

In one fluid motion he gripped her hips wrapping her legs around his waist and drove into her, eliciting a scream from Kagome's mouth. She wondered how many times more he had to use her before he could enter her without making her scream in pain. It seemed that no matter how many times he had entered her, it was as painful as the first.

"The feeling is mutual," Sesshoumaru said, his voice deep with resentment.

Sesshoumaru seemed to waste no time. With increasing speed he plunged into her only seeking his release and her pain. Usually he would draw out her torture.

He would cause her to bleed and scream as he drew out both painful and pleasurable sensations throughout her body and all the while never allowing her to cum. She hated that kind of torture the most. It was either she begged and submitted or he would continue with his cruel agenda. And no matter how much she hated him or how much she knew she would regret it, she always ended up begging and pleading with him to just fuck her and get it over with.

With one last thrust, he buried himself into her fully and stayed, allowing his seed to effectively coat the inside of her cunt entirely.

Kagome's hands were still clenched against his torso and was resting her forehead on his shoulder. She felt his release and shuddered as he came and let out a loud cry.

Nearly immediately after, Sesshoumaru let go of her and without his support, Kagome slid down the wall and crumpled to the ground. Dressing himself, Sesshoumaru looked down at her inwardly disgusted, wondering why he chose to visit her again instead of seeing a concubine. His visits were becoming more and more frequent, if it wasn't for him wanting to find the other half of his sire's legacy, it was to see the look of utter disgust and utter satisfaction on the miko's face. No one screamed out his name quite the way she did.

He secured his sash and looked down at her. Although she couldn't see in the completely dark room, she turned her head to the side as if to avoid eye contact. "Enjoy these next few days miko," he twisted one of her pink nipples to elicit a painful gasp. "I will be killing some bothersome hanyou and won't be able to tend to you."

"I hope one of them rips out your throat bastard," every word was dripping with contempt and bitter hatred.

Sesshoumaru smirked. "And when I return I believe that you and I will be become much better acquainted. Perhaps if I can't have the sword I will settle for you."

"Wh-what the hell is that supposed to mean," her fear renewed.

"It means miko, that my harem has a new addition," with that, Sesshoumaru left Kagome to think about his words and her inevitable future.