Prolog

A boy with silver hair hung from the ceiling, his silver hair falling over his back and shoulders. His back had scratches along it, the skin broken and bleeding down his smooth skin. Pained golden eyes were locked on the ground; he wouldn't listen to anything. The ears atop his head twitched as he heard someone else coming into the room.

"Have you learned your lesson yet Inuyasha?" A males voice whispered.

The boy in chains growled. He looked over at the other male, his eyes showing fury. He wanted down. He wanted free. He wanted to be alone. The older male laughed as he held a whip in his hands, walking in front of the demon.

"It seems you haven't. That's twenty more lashes for growling at me." The man stated.

Inuyasha growled. He felt a whip across his chest and back. He shut his eyes and hissed with pain, trying not to seem as if it affected him.

A few moments later, after the twenty lashes were over with, the man moved in front of Inuyasha. He lifted the boys' chin and looked at him. He didn't like when Inuyasha ignored him. He didn't like when he wasn't listening. But he loved to whip the boy into shape…though it didn't work to well.

"I told you to listen. I told you not to go into that room. And you didn't listen to me Inuyasha." The man stated, glaring.

Inuyasha glared and growled. His ears twitched atop his head, lying back lowly. One reason he was allowed to be whipped, he didn't scar. It meant that he could never be tainted fully without a deep check. No one would know if he had been taken or whipped.

The man growled. He wrapped the whip around Inuyasha's neck and yanked slightly, leaving a burn mark around him. It looked like he was wearing a rather red and bad looking collar. Inuyasha hissed in pain, his eyes closing tightly.

"You are a very disobedient boy. I don't know why the hell I bought you. First thing tomorrow morning, you are going back to that damn whore house they call a geisha house." The man snapped.

Inuyasha's eyes widened in fear. He hated that house. He hated going back. He was never welcomed unless they were trying to get rid of him at the same time. He would have reduced to begging if his pride would have let him. He growled instead, his eyes showing pure hatred.

The man chuckled and whipped him again, running it right down his chest. Inuyasha howled out as the whip made contact with three other marks. He bit his lower lip, trying not to call out too much from pain.

The man shook his head and growled. "Someone get this mutt out of my sight! Lock him in his room until I call for him to go back to that damn house." He snapped.

A woman came in and unchained Inuyasha, pulling him to the room. He was thrown into the soft pillows and winced. He would have to clean his own wounds and find his old kimono.

The dog demon stood up and grabbed a cool cloth. He started to run it along the marks he could reach. By morning they would be gone as they weren't very deep. He sighed lightly and grabbed wrapping. He wrapped the wounds and pulled on his old red kimono. The silk was soft but a bit painful. He lie back down in the pillows and shut his eyes, attempting sleep.

His eyes were filled with light fear as he fell to sleep. In the morning, he would be back in the prison from wince he came