Thorn in My Side: a Yoko Kurama Love Story Intro

"Well shit." I stared at the men that had me surrounded. Burly and strong, most astride horses, they encircled me, hidious smiles on their sun-darkened faces. When I had first started out on my journey into demon world I hadn't expected this to happen. Neither had I expected to be attacked by three minor demons two days in a row. I was tired, hungry, and really starting to get pissed off.
"Come quickly and easily and we won't hurt you," One man said. I sensed the unsaid 'yet' in the air. I had no intention of going with them. However, I wasn't sure I had a choice.
My parents, well my adopted parents, told me I had demon blood and that somewhere deep inside of me there were powers waiting to be discovered. However, I'd yet to discover them and I was sick of waiting. Without my powers, or something very large to hit these men with, I was a sitting duck. Three men jumped off of their horses and grabbed me, one on each arm and on in front of me. "Such a pretty thing," He murmured. I spit at him. I watched the rage light his eyes and saw the blow coming before it did. He smacked me hard across the jaw. Black dotted my vision briefly and pain lanced through my head. I slowly turned my head back to him and narrowed my eyes. Yeah, I really had no shot and it wasn't a good idea to provoke them, but I'd never been one to listen to my inner concious.
"If that is all you have then you are pathetic. Hitting a woman no less," I said. My jaw hurt. It ached as I talked, but I didn't let that stop me. If they were gonna take me, I wasn't gonna go easily. The men laughed at my words and dragged me to the 'leader'. The man, bigger and meaner looking then the rest, tied my hands behind my back with rope that cut into my skin.
"Go ahead and scream if you wish. No one will hear you out here." I knew he was right. I'd been out here for nearly a week and seen basically no one. Other than a few stray lower class demons, there was nothing out here. I had a feeling lower class demons didn't want to help me.
The men through me onto a huge black horse, in front of a guy that seemed way to happy to have me sitting between his legs. Very unhappy, and slightly concerned, I sat there as the men spurred their horses into action and took me away.
I lost track of how long we rode. The man behind me smelled back. The saddle was very uncomfortable. I was really hungry. To say the least, things could've been better. Eventually the men slowed and entered a cave.I was grateful for the relief from the blinding sun. It was so hot out. Sweating and not being able to do anything so small as wipe it away is highly irritating.
I glared ata man as he yanked me off of the horse. Hours in the saddle had left me sore and unyeilding. My legs, unused to carrying my weight anymore, collapsed under me and the men laughed. I closed my eyes, trying to regain some of my dignity. Slowly I forced my legs to work, lifting me to my rather tall height. Still the men towered over me.
They started a fire, tied the horses, and basically ignored me other than the occasional glance. I was tied up still, sitting against the sharp stone wall of the cave. When four of the eight men left to find food, one stopped and knelt down by me. "Don't worry little girl," He mocked. "You'll be safe with us." He stood and laughed at me. I fought the urge to trip him, but figured it wasn't smart to do so.
When the four men returned with a dead animal of some sort, I had to look away. They sliced it up and put it over the fire. It smelled good, but the blood and gore was more then I could handle. I watched them silently as they took hearty helpingsof the cooked meat and sat around the fire eating. They gave me nothing of course.
I wasn't sure if I should be afraid or not. In general, they weren't friendly men. They hadn't exactly been nice to me, but I wasn't dead...yet. What were they gaining by keeping me here as a hostage? I had nothing to give them and no one knew where I was. I was no good to them dead or alive. Thankfully they still voted for the latter and I was still breathing. Trying to ignore my growling stomach, I looked about the cave. There was nothing in it besides the men, horses, fire, and me. So this obviously wasn't where they stayed, it was just temporary. Sighing, I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes. Exhaustion was getting the better of me. I drifted off to sleep to the low talking and hearty laughter of my captors.

I came to awareness and the first thing I thought was, "It's quiet." There was no sound at all. Then someone snored. Still keeping my eyes closed, I fiddled with my hands, trying to get them untied. It wasn't working. They coarse thread was cutting my wrists, making them bleed and ache. Suddenly cold hands grabbed my shoulders.
"Wake!" My eyes snapped open and I stared into the face of one of the men, the one who's horse I'd ridden here.
"Yes?" My voice was raspy, my vocal cords not wanting to work. The man didn't answer me. Instead he put his beefy hand on my calf and yanked me from my sitting position. I fell to the floor, smacking my head and cursing. "What was that for?" Oh, Jesus that hurt. My hands were twisted under me at odd angels and the craggily stone floor had scraped them and my ass, despite the thick jeans I was wearing.
The man decided this was a prime time to rip open my shirt. Holy fuck he was going to rape me. I don't think so. "Get the fuck off of me." He didn't listen of course, laying on top of me and trying to put his lips on mine. I jerked my head to the side and he missed. That didn't seem to bother him though. His cold, slimy lips moved against my neck down to my breast. I screamed bloody murder. Two other men woke up and looked over. With a smile they stood and moved behind my assualter, egging him on. What kind of demented people were they?
I struggled, fighting his hands and lips on my skin. It did no good. My hands were tied under me and my legs were pinned by his weight. He snapped open my bra and tears began streaming down my face. Yeah, I cried. Hadn't done so since I was probably nine years old, but at that moment I cried and I screamed and none of it did any good.
One of the other men grabbed my ankle and tied a rope to it, pulling that leg out from under my assualter. The other man did the same. The one on top of me smiled and said something to his buddies. I paid no attention. I knew I was in trouble. Yanking my pants off of my body, he undid his own. Then something strange happened.
The two men holding my ankles suddenly fell, blood staining their backs. The horny man on me looked over and froze. I looked to the cave entrance and saw that I had been rescued. I met the golden gaze of my savior and more tears streamed from my eyes. I had been saved.


Chapter 2 will be out soon, maybe even today. Rate! If you don't I'll think you don't like it and i will not publish anymore. Hope you liked it.