~Yosafire's POV~

Everything was a blur as Rieta took Kagome and Ivlis lead me down a hallway. "Five years your were out of the village and you gave birth all by yourself and didn't die," Ivlis voiced out the information I gave him, "I'm impressed, though that mark clearly states your Licorice's and his alone so I can't claim you." I subconsciously touched the bite mark on my right collarbone. "Is there any way to remove it," I asked though I clearly knew the answer. "Sadly I do not, however, you are quite lucky to be alive after giving birth to Kagome," his voice ran cold.

It was silent for the rest of the walk down the long red schemed hallway. No matter how I think of it, it seems out of place as if I was forgetting something. Something important. Shaking my head, clearing the thoughts and the nagging sensation out of my brain. I looked on ahead. Why am I here? I stopped mid-step as that thought came into my head. Isn't it obvious?  "Are you alright?" I heard from the front of me. "Y-yeah," even my own voice sounded alienated from me. Can't trust him. Can't trust anyone. Blinking a few times I looked over my shoulder, feeling the presence of someone watching me, but there was no one in sight. They all lie. My breaths quicken as I focused on the surroundings. They want to harm Kagome. Kagome. Kagome, where is she? They want to separate us.

"Hey!" I jolted up and saw Ivlis standing in front of me, "what's wrong with you?" Looking up I gave a look over my shoulder as I felt a presence watching me. "Are you alright?" his voice rang out as I looked at his tall stature. "I-I'm f-fine," I stutter as I stood up and took a step forward, "it was just my imagination." Ivlis placed a hand in front of me as I bumped into his arm. "Clearly there is something wrong," his eyes pierced the hazy glow of the underworld, "maybe its best that you take it easy and soak in the hot springs we have in the underworld." I shook my head as he grabbed my arm and lead me into another room. "You're still a spitfire, eh?" his eyes glowed as he locked the door, those hungry eyes looking all over me, "but I'll change that."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~WARNING:  Mature content; sexual intercourse and graphics scenes such as blood and wounds.
you have been warned
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He came closer and licked his lips. "N-no p-pl-please d-don-don't," I stuttered as I backed up and hit the edge of a bed. Oh no, he's going to rape me. I cried out as he pushed me down on the bed and held my hands above my head. He wanted this. I struggled as he loosens his scarf and smirked. This is the real reason he separated me and Kagome. He tied my hands together with one side of the scarf then pulled me further onto the bed. "NO~|" I screamed as he wrapped the scarf around the bedpost and tied the loose end around my neck. "Try to escape and you'll just choke yourself," he chuckled as he reached for the helm on the gray dress I wore. I cried out as he pushed up the skirt of the gray dress before pulling my underwear down and pulling them off my legs. 

"Stay still," he grunted as he held my legs down, spread wide open. I cried out as he stuck his claws into the skin of my ankles. "Now just be a good whore and give me a good show," he sneered as he played with his belt buckle and pulled his pants down. Whore, whore. That one word. "NO~" I whined as he entered me and started to thrust long and deep inside of me. This is wrong, so wrong. But why does it feel so good? Groaning I tried to fight once more by pulling my hands down but then remember that it's tied around my neck and I felt the sudden yank and felt the scarf tighten around my throat and gagged as I tried to move. "Ah~ you've figured out that your weak, helpless, pathetic," he taunted, "just how I felt when that geezer of a Devil took away my powers and I was helpless at the hands of Licorice's father."

He lifted my legs higher and pounded in me as I gasped and cried, "feel what I felt for so long," he grabbed my neck and pressed down on my windpipe, " 'such a whore?' that's what they'll say forever ya'know after word gets out about this," the corners of my vision started to blacken, "you're a slut aren't you," he pressed harder as I felt his sharp nails dig into my throat, "say it bitch, say that your a slut." I can't keep going. I gasped for breath as I tried to talk. Someone help me. Someone help me and my daughter. "I-I-I-I-I'm-m-m a-a-a-a s-s-s-sl-sl-sl-slu-slut," I gasped as he gave one sudden thrust as I felt the warm liquid gushed inside of me. It's already too late, I'm nothing but a failure. The liquid gushed out of me as I cried and tried to move away from Ivlis. I'm nothing to anyone. Ivlis pulled out and grunted as he untied the scarf. Relief washed through me, "now be a good slut and keep this inbetween just the two of us, alright."

I only nodded my head as I sat up and curled myself into a ball on the bed. Useless. Failure. Sex Slave. Slut. Cultz. Tears started to stream down my face as Ivlis left the room and came back with only a uniform in hand. "Since you're not fully married to my son, and he's unconscious until further notice you'll be rising through the ranks in this castle," he set the uniform on the bed, "and Rieta and Poemi will be taking care of my son's daughter from now on." I nodded my head and looked at the uniform. Just a simple maids uniform. He growled before leaving, "your tasks starts tomorrow so get plenty of rest, slut." He slammed the door as the clicking of the boots heels hit the marble floor outside. 

My baby girl isn't going to see me anymore. What have I done? I looked in front of me at the mirror and say nothing but my reflection. Everything isn't the same, anymore? I cried hard and long as the door opened once more. Jumping I looked up at the door to only see Emalf walking in. "So your a slut now, eh," he gave a sinister smile as he came inside the room and shut the door behind him, "just perfect." He's after me. "No~" I tried to scramble off the bed and only fell off the bed onto the floor. Emalf lunged at me and held me down as he used his free hand to rip my clothes and force me to look the other way. Whore. Slut. Bastard Child. You're not wanted. You put shame in the name of your ancestor. These voices. They hurt. I cried out for Emalf to stop but he never did. 

I looked at the wall and cried, I didn't want this, I wanna go home. That voice. It was my voice. Soon it was over as Emalf released inside of me and pulled out. "Ah~ effff~ I could get use to this," he purred as he left the room. You are a slut. Your kind isn't welcomed here. Go away. I felt the tightness in my throat as I looked over to the side and saw the mirror once more. Those damn dull eyes stared right back at me. We hate you. I hate you. 

"I hate myself"

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So this chapter is quite depressing yes I know but anyways heres the next chapter sorry for the slow updates but I've been busy and such the next one will be up in no time I promise.

Bye Bye~