The Onibi (Headcanon Fanfic)

Chapter 2

BDSM/SMUT/GRAPHIC VIOLENCE WARNING
IF THE FIRST WARNING WASN'T ENOUGH HERE YOU GO! DON'T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN YOU GET DISGUSTED BY THE VIOLENCE!

A small smile creeps across the face of the head woman of the household. She spots her prey in the distance. The silver hair she longed to see covered in blood. As an enemy to the family she loves, she wants to display her dominance. She does as she usually does to household enemies. Torturing until death is the way she always did it and she got pleasure from doing it. She sends her warriors out to kidnap her for the "performance." It wasn't her idea to do this to the girl, but her husband was holding a lot above her. He was like a poisonous spider and that trait spread to her. She knew her opponent was like a lion, she didn't die easily. The real challenge was getting her to even show signs of dying. Her husband takes it upon himself to send a group of hunters to find the monster. They find her in the forest, and they attempt to kidnap her. She slowly rises after she hears this idiotic attempt of a kidnapping. She looks toward the man standing above her resting place. She scowls and quickly etches claw marks into the mans neck. She fights with all her strength but it isn't enough. She gets overpowered by the sheer amount of men. She awakes in a daze in a dark room, he hands are bound and she can't feel a floor beneath her. Suddenly, curtains part to what appears to be a playhouse made of stone. She looks down to her chest. It's covered in a blue and purple kimono and the floor seems miles away from her. She hangs from the ceiling and looks onward. Nobles and leaders from all over the region were seated in the cold and gray auditorium. She is very confused until she sees a very beautiful middle aged woman step onto the stage.
"Welcome! Welcome!" She calls with glee, "Welcome to this year's annual dissection. Our subject for the day will be this wonderful young demon. Welcome and wave goodbye to Akari Oborodzuka." A devilish grin plastered itself across her face. She turns to Akari and begins her show. She picks up a cleaver that seemed to glow a pinkish red. She made up her mind from that moment that she wouldn't plead for her life to be spared, it doesn't look like it'd be spared anyway.
"Now, wonderful Youkai, look at me, your life isn't going to be spared no matter how much you beg, kick and scream. I'll torture you until you're lifeless beneath my bloody feet." Akari's face began to burn and her hair quickly changes to a deep shade of red, earning oohs and aahs from the crowd. THe woman let out a maniacal laugh. She's crazy, Akari thought. But she is interrupted by a sharp pain in her leg. The cleaver etching a deep wound into her thigh.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP NOW! IT HURTS! AAAAHHHH!" Akari screamed in pain
"Aah" The woman purred in response.
"IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Again the screams echo though the chamber.
"Look at these beautiful hands, so wonderful is it not?" She hums in an almost demonic voice. She reaches into her bosom and pulls out a rusty pair of metal pliers. Her hands move toward the kitsune's tied up hands.
"So very beautiful. Hahahaha" suddenly the slitting pain spread across her hand. She feels every bit of her joints being crushed under the tool. She doesn't scream, she refuses to.