Que really long Author's Note:

Well, I shouldn't be writing this when I should be updating "Well, Damn," but I wrote this about a week after starting WD and never got around to finishing it. It still isn't finished, but the movie was fresh in my mind and I just had to write something based on it. I am soooo sorry that I'm letting you guys down, but as a recently made Marine Corps. Poolee, I don't have time to write fanfiction anymore. It's mostly school, Poolee functions, and sleep.

Yes, I admit, I find the time to read other people's fictions (which is incredibly hypocritical of me), but it's mostly to keep me entertained. Writing feels tedious to me now that I have a class where I write essays every two days. However, I'll attempt to make the effort to finish this morally questionable fic sometime this week, as there are approximately 4 parts left.

This is a DARK/TORTURE/GORE fic, and there is a detailed RAPE scene. I marked where it begins, and where it ends, so you can skip it.

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership over Naruto, for I cannot draw that well, and I would have concluded the series by now.

It started off as a simple B-Rank mission; well, as simple as assassinations could get. However, for Sakura, assassinating the Daimyo's competition was nothing short of child's play for a Jounin of her caliber. The mission went smoothly and the Lord who had challenged the Daimyo was lying in his bloody bath tub while she was well on her way home. Even though it hadn't been specified how the Daimyo wanted the man to die—as long as it got done, he said—she had set it up to look like a suicide. The portly noble had died from a kunai to the neck and she had found that there were more advantages to being a medic than she had thought. Using her medical expertise, Sakura had healed all internal and external wounds with her chakra after the man was dead so that the actual cause of death could not be determined. She had then undressed the noble and placed him in his extravagant bath tub full of water where she had decided the scene was to take place. Besides, she thought, it wasn't the maids' fault the man had to die, so why would they have to slave over a blood stained rug?

Using a leather clad hand as to avoid leaving finger prints, she had placed a sharp letter opener in his meaty hand and had then guided it over his wrist where the cold flesh was then cut open. Because he was dead, and his heart was no longer beating, blood did not stream out from the deep wound. To fix this—because a man who did not bleed after his wrists were slit was a man who had died before that—she had used her chakra to force his heart into pumping the remaining blood throughout his body. Sakura was no God, and she disillusioned herself from the possibility that she could bring this man back to life with the same technique. The blood had then flowed from his wrists and landed on the clean tiles and stained the ivory tub in a gory mess straight from a horror movie. To avoid stepping on the blood and leaving foot prints, Sakura had then channeled chakra to the soles of her feet and walked over and above the thick crimson liquid.

And then she was gone.

She did not stick around until they found the body and had run straight through the foliage with a giddiness that was not completely sane. And when that was done, she was just tired. She wanted to get home to her boys, her team. She had been gone for a complete month gathering information and finding the perfect time to assassinate the Lord and she just wanted to go home. She wanted to lecture Kakashi-sensei on how reading porn in public was immoral and wrong. She wanted to go eat ramen with Naruto and tease him about his fan-club. She wanted to help Sai with discovering new emotions. She wanted to annoy Yamato to a spar. But most of all, she just wanted her boys.

Sakura was too wrapped in her longing and thoughts to notice the small bit of ninja wire coming up ahead and looking back on it, she figured that was her first stupid mistake.

And when she had tripped and yelped, that was her second.

She was quickly surrounded by men and as she scanned them, she came to the conclusion that they were rogue shinobi who had then fallen to the position of bandit. Their chakra levels were low—nothing compared to her own, she thought smugly—and she had decided the fight would be over in no less than 5 minutes.

That was her third, and last, mistake, as one should never underestimate their enemy.

"What's a pretty young kunoichi doing out here by herself?" a portly man with oily skin and greasy hair asked as he sneered, revealing missing yellow teeth.

Sakura ignored him and swept her gaze around the other four men. The man next to the worm who had spoken was skinnier, but also packed on a bit of fat. He was balding and over his head was a bandana. Beside him, was another rogue with a close shaven head and could have passed as handsome were it not for the crazed look in his eye and yellow teeth. Behind her, a man with sleek, gelled back hair was chewing on a thick sliver of wood and leering at her with a grin splitting his oily face. Beside her, not a few feet away, was another man—younger than the others—fidgeting with his kodachi and shifting from foot to foot nervously. His brown hair was unruly and thick, and fell over his moss green eyes.

"Hey, bitch! We're talking to you!" the man with the sleeked back hair yelled at her.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled out a kunai and flicked it at the fat man. With that, the battle began. They rushed at her with their weapons drawn and she parried them with a kunai in each hand. Ducking low, she focused on the crazed one who slashed at her with reckless abandon and kicked her leg to sweep him off his feet. He fell with a grunt and she moved to attack the next man closest to her when she felt a prick at the back of her neck and then a stinging pain.

And that's when everything went wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

She fell to the ground on her knees with a cry as all her chakra drained from her body, leaving her with a miniscule amount. Peeved, she realized that in this state, she couldn't use chakra based attacks. No matter, she would use taijutsu to bring those fuckers down. She moved to stand, but her limbs felt weak and sluggish. She fell to her knees once more, and turned her head to stare at the man with the gelled hair who was smirked and twirled a bamboo pipe in his hand. She glared at him and lifted a heavy hand to pull a dart out from behind her neck. It was a muscle relaxant, a strong one too. Not enough to stop her heart from beating, but enough to render her motionless.

It slipped from her hands when she was too weak to hold on to it anymore and she fell onto her stomach with a grunt. From this position, she could see the man—boy—who had not seemed to move and continued fidgeting nervously. She could not contemplate how odd this was when she was suddenly flipped onto her back and she noticed with alarm that though her limbs were not registering the commands her brain was sending it.

They all gathered around her, except for the nervous boy, and leered at her prone, helpless body.

"What are we gonna do with her, Togomo-sama?" the pudgy one with the bandana asked the greasy leader.

Smirking, the leader pulled out a kunai from her holster and handed it to the crazed maniac and said, "Well, Goro, Jiro here is going to help the retard lose his virginity."

Sakura's eyes widened and her breathing accelerated as she stared at the men with horror. As a kunoichi, there was always a risk of rape on missions and in the academy they had taught the kunoichi techniques used to avoid conception and basic medical ninjutsu to heal injuries on that area of the body. With growing horror, she realized that her body was sedated, but she could—would—feel everything that happened to her. A whimper escaped her throat as the man, Jiro, used her kunai to cut away her pants and underwear, leaving her lower body exposed to their lecherous gazes. She attempted to cover herself but her arms were too heavy and a cry fell from her lips as Goro roughly pulled her arms over her head to tie her hands.

RAPE/RAPE/RAPE/RAPE

"Fuck," Jiro groaned as he spread her legs and Sakura stared with horrified eyes as he reached out to touch the apex of her thighs with his dirty fingers. Tears fell down her face as he stroked her and pulled roughly on the pink curls, causing her to cry out with pain. Cold fear iced her veins as she remembered she was still a virgin and would lose that part of her in the next five minutes.

Now she knew what her shishou meant when she said that even the strongest shinobi could be taken down by a mere genin.

Jiro tugged harshly at her hair once more and craned his head to look behind him.

"Oi! Shori!" he called and the man with the sleeked hair turned to him.

"What?" he bit out harshly and then licked his lips when his eyes fell on Sakura's exposed sex.

"Get that retard Mitsuo over here! It's time to lose his virginity…" Jiro sneered down at Sakura and she glared at him.

She tried forcing chakra to her unbound legs and devastation filled her entire being when she could not. She didn't have enough chakra.

The one named Shori rolled his eyes and walked to where the nervous one, Mitsuo, was still fidgeting with his kodachi. Grabbing his arm, Shori marched him to where Sakura stared at them with horrified eyes. Mitsuo looked down at her and shook his head and started stepping away from her.

"I-I d-don't want t-to!" he cried and pressed himself against a tree and held his hands in front of his face.

Shori growled and grabbed Mitsuo by the arm once more and threw him to his knees between Sakura's trembling legs.

"N-no, please, please don't!" she pleaded and Jiro laughed and then backhanded her, causing her bottom lip to split and blood to dribble down her chin.

"Fuck her, you fucking faggot! Or what? Do you prefer ass holes instead?" he growled out and flipped Sakura onto her stomach. She cried out when her face hit the unforgiving ground and whimpered when one of the men spread her buttocks apart.

Oh, how she wished she had her team with her. How she wished she hadn't taken this mission. How she wished she could kill these men. Hatred filled her and overrode her fear and she glared at these disgusting men as they laughed at Mitsuo's horrified face.

"No, that part is mine. I've always been an ass man," Togomo guffawed as he stared at the kunoichi's privates. Jiro laughed and flipped her onto her back once more and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Mitsuo hastily pulled himself up to his feet and scrambled away from her once more before he bumped into Shori. He yelped when Shori grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.

"Are you a faggot then, Mitsuo-chan? Do you like cock up your fucking ass?" he growled and Mitsuo pushed him away angrily.

"N-no! I-I d-do-don't!" he stuttered and pulled his pants down just as Jiro grinned maliciously down at Sakura and spread her legs apart.

Goro pushed Mitsuo down between Sakura's legs and with one swift movement, he was inside of her.

In the academy, they prepared her for the possibility of rape. They prepared her for the mental ramifications and what could happen after everything was done. But nothing, nothing could ever prepare her for the pain and humiliation.

Agony tore through her spine with each deep thrust and—without her notice—her leg reflexively lifted as she cried out in pain. Her body writhed painfully beneath him and he groaned in pleasure. Tears fell down her face as short screams tore from her throat as the pain reached her soul and filled it with hate.

With one deep thrust and a loud roar, Mitsuo spilled his seed inside of her and collapsed on top of her. When he opened his eyes that he didn't even remember closing, they fell upon long matted pink hair. His eyes widened in horror as he pulled out of her and scrambled away. Blood and semen spilled down her thighs as her body reflexively clenched them close as sobs tore through her body.

"Way to go, man!" Goro laughed and clapped him on the back. Togomo chuckled and began unbuckling his pants as he ordered Jiro to flip her onto her stomach. Mitsuo vomited and could only watch in horror as they all proceeded to anally rape the young kunoichi whose agonized screams echoed throughout the empty forest. He watched as Jiro pulled her head back by her beautiful hair and thrust deeper into her which caused her eyes to roll to the back of her head and her mouth to open in a silent scream.

"Aw, the bitch passed out. No matter, her body is still here," he snarled and continued desecrating her body until he reached his climax and pulled out of her. Standing up, he sneered and kicked her limp body in the ribs.

END/END/END/END

"The sedative is going to wear off soon, we better kill her now before she comes to." Togomo said breezily as he fixed his pants and cleaned himself off. The men around him nodded, but Mitsuo could only stare at the kunoichi who they had just…just raped. His eyes watered and he whimpered as he fixed his own pants with shaky hands.

"Aw, look! The little pussy is crying!" Jiro sneered and stepped up to Mitsuo, "Suck it up, fucker. You already fucked her. Now we kill her."

Mitsuo could only whimper and look away.