Two Choices by Ikaru

Two Choices

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I don’t make any money from this, are you happy now?

I became inspired to write this when i was talking to Hairann one day, and we were talking about the '50 ways to torture a taiyoukai' challenge, and pop i remembered a story i had heard when i was younger, and it was oh so easy to write after that...It gets grapic so if you are not comfortable with torture please stop now, other than that you all enjoy!!

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The fog slowly cleared from his mind. His eyes slowly cracked open to see tree tops rustling in a breeze. His body was pinned down in an odd position, he was kneeling on the ground with his feet and calves anchored to the ground in such a way that he couldn’t move them, and his left arm was tied at an uncomfortable angle behind his back. His right arm was free, but when the thought crossed his mind to sever his bonds, he noticed that his claws had been cut and no matter what he tried he couldn’t make them grow back. He jerked trying to loosen the bonds, when a white hot pain shot up from between his legs causing him to cry out. Looking down for the first time he noticed his member was thoroughly nailed to a tree he just happened to be straddling. He didn’t have time to contemplate how he had managed to miss that little fact, or the fact that he was completely naked, as he heard a rustling from the bushes near him and a laugh that had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.

A female emerged from the bushes wearing a long midnight blue silky gown that hugged her in all the right places, but her face was covered in shadows hiding her identity. Even her voice was unrecognizable.

“Well, well, whatever is the matter? You don’t seem to be having a very enjoyable time, such a pity, and I spent so much time setting this up for you…such an ungrateful boy you are…” She said in a low and seductive voice, as she slipped up to his side and ran her fingers down his member, paying special attention to the nails that had been driven through it. Every time her fingers brushed one a small flash of pink light would engulf it, and another shot of white hot pain traveled through his member, making him writhe in pain, which only made it hurt more because the movement was making the nails dig deeper and deeper into the tender flesh.

“Who are you? Why am I bound in such a way?” He growled through the pain.

“Well this is retribution for what you have done to me…and I assure you the best is yet to come…” She said, flashing him a smile.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He growled trying to slash out at her with his free arm, only to cry out once more when his bindings glowed a faint pink searing his flesh, and the nails holding him to the tree glowed a bright pink sending an almost unbearable pain coursing through his body.

“You damned wench! You will release this Sesshoumaru! You will pay a heave price for this; your death will not be a quick one I assure you!” He growled as the pain eased off slightly, causing the mystery woman to laugh, it was a hauntingly familiar laugh.

“You will have to pardon me if I decline, for you are hardly in a position to make idle threats you have no hope of carrying out…I will however give you a choice…” She said as she tossed a metal object toward him. He picked it up, intending to throw it back at her, until he noticed what it was, a rusty butter knife.

“What is the meaning of this?” He asked confused. It was then she lit the tree he was attached to on fire.

“It has to do with your choice, you have two. You can either let your member burn off, or you can slowly sever it from your body with that knife.” She said, the hauntingly familiar laugh once again filling the night.

“Surely you jest?” He said as he tried again to jerk away from the tree, however the nails held strong, glowing bright pink with the white hot pain shooting through him again, and holding him fast to the tree.

“Oh I assure you I’m completely serious, my spells will prevent you from any other means of escape but the two I have offered you, either way you will be losing that which you have so proudly flaunted your prowess with over the years.” Her voice still held the low seductive tone, almost like that of a lover, and he was trying desperately to figure out exactly who she was, she was so damned familiar but for some reason he just couldn’t place her.

“Who are you?” his voice turned deadly calm, the fire was progressing down the tree quickly. He held the rusty butter knife in a firm grasp, leveling his stare on her, again she laughed but it was short and without the evil mirth of before.

“You know very well who I am. I’m actually quite surprised you haven’t figured it out by now. Fine I’ll show you my face, but you had better hurry and make your choice, your time runs short…” She said as she moved into the light cast off by the burning tree. Dazzling blue eyes framed in a heart shaped face with pouty lips emerged from the shadows.

“Ka…Kagome…GYAAAA!!!” He screamed, not having time to contemplate the betrayal of his mate, as the fire began to eat at his member. The pain was mind numbing... anything had to be better than this agony. He looked at the rusty butter knife held tightly in his one free hand, in an instant he made the decision and quickly raised the knife and brought it down with deadly accuracy, his vision blacking out the moment the blade made contact

He sat up in a cold sweat, quickly patting himself to make sure all his anatomy was still attached as it should be. Breathing heavily he looked around at the familiar surroundings of his room. Everything was as it should be, looking to his side he saw his mate sleeping peacefully with a wicked smile adorning her otherwise angelic sleeping face. He shivered involuntarily as the memories came flooding back from his nightmare. His mate truly had a wicked streak that rivaled even his own hidden beneath her usually kind and loving exterior. He lay back down and spooned his mate to him tightly, and began rubbing the large swell of her belly that held their first pup that was to be born soon.

“This little one makes all of your violent mood swings beyond worth it koi, but may the kami show mercy on any fool who tries to cross you in the future; heaven knows it most certainly will not be me.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead, before slowly falling back to sleep, this time without the nightmares. His mate’s smile had changed from a wicked smile to a happy peaceful one as she sighed and cuddled into her mates embrace, her wicked, hormone enhanced, temper temporarily sated…well for now at least ;)

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what did ya'll think, psychological torture is the worst kind, and kags has it down to an art :D...hope everyone enjoyed it, please leave a review and let me know what yall think:D