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IMPORTANT: This is a re-upload and a re-edit of a previous story of mine that was taken down.


ENTRY ONE

Do you have any thoughts of what fears I must apprehend every single night? Do you have any idea what this feels like, undergoing a revolting, quite twisted game of tag in which it becomes clear within the first round, that I can never be the triumphant being? You can't now, of course, but once I explain everything to you in this diary entry, maybe light will be shed upon my pain. It was hard, even for me, to comprehend what was happening to me, but that may be because I fear what I am going through. Regardless of my fears and worries, I want to let you know what's been happening - whoever you are. I want you to put into consideration everything you're going to read. I'm almost certain that it will be too late for me whenever someone gets to read this, but that's alright. All I want is for someone to know my story and my torture.

The situation I'm currently in is a situation that is very tricky. There's a dangerous man involved, and I'm the one he's targeting. This is the sort of laborious task that requires the attention of Shinobis like Shikamaru or Neji, not beloved, endearing little Jessi.

I can easily tell you what I cannot do at this moment in time, as there isn't much that I can do, considering my captor and my strength. I don't think I'm powerful enough to put a stop to anything that's been happening. Something about me that you should know is that I constantly focus on the negative, and perhaps that is the reason why I am so hopeless right now. Perhaps if I had a little more of a positive tone, I could - no. There are some situations where positivity helps, but there are a lot of situations where fate plays a larger role. At least, that was what my Sensei always used to tell me. Though, it was long since I had been informed of the power of fate and positivity. I remember one time, about a week ago, that I felt more positivity than negativity - something very strange for me. I had a sudden gut instinct while I was training that Shiina, my teammate and friend, knew everything. I felt that she knew of what I was going through night after night, and understood my pain and terror. Perhaps it was the way she glanced at me from time to time, with something more in her eyes rather than coldness and raw intellect, almost as if she knew how it felt to be in my exact situation. I gave it more thought, and decided that I knew she didn't know what was going on - she had no way of knowing. I didn't, however, erase the conclusion that she knew something was up. If anything, my friend was a good judge of character.

But she didn't know. She couldn't know. Nobody could but myself and the dead boy.

I hadn't told anybody; I swore that I would keep this to myself. I knew that deep inside, my true friends would never think ill of me for the things that I had forcefully participated in. They would blame him for everything, just like I do. Never would someone as gentle as me, weak little Chunin Jessi, commit such unspeakable acts, especially with someone of his ranks. It wouldn't matter what was said or what evidence was shown. I would be proved innocent...

...Well, innocent according to the law and supporting evidence, but perhaps not innocent or true to myself.

If we had been caught during the beginning, three weeks ago, the truth would have been simple. I would not have been a sinner because I would have spoken no lies. Now, after three weeks, twenty one nights of the same torture, if asked what I would plead... I would be lying if I said I was completely blameless of any sins that were committed.

I don't know why I'm worried about the aftermath of a current situation. I've already stated in the beginning of this entry that I do not believe I will be alive after this incident. I think that this whole situation will go unnoticed and unknown for a long time, and no one will have blame placed upon them. He'll be able to live his life without an entire village or a group of horrendously angry people after him, and I'll either be six feet under or with him.

Have my rambling made any sense to you to far? It rings clear as day in my head, but maybe that's because I'm the victim. Well, I guess I should get straight to the point now, huh?

As you probably could have guessed from the above paragraphs, my name is Jessi, short for Jessica, but I hate that name. I'm a kunoichi, Chunin level, mistress-in-training involving Genjutsu and weaponry. I'm fifteen years old, and I live in Konoha with my mother, father, sister, and little brother. I have a small group of three others that I train with, and I can't remember a life with without them. Shiina, Tay, and JayJay haven't done too much wrong, and I pray they never will. As for how I look, I can say that I have dark brown mid-lengthened hair, accompanied by chocolate brown eyes that are often covered by my glasses. That's all you really need to know about me based on my physical appearence.

Now, as for my situation... I do hate to be blunt about things, but at the same time, I've rambled on too much already and I don't have much time. I'm being raped, and not just by anybody. I'm being raped by an Akatsuki member, a criminal, a very treacherous man. Every night, as of three weeks ago, he carefully creeps into my room and casts a shadow over where I sleep. With only a wave of his hand, he has me trapped within his web, holding me with his blue-lit Chakra strings. If you've done your research on the members of the Akatsuki organization, you can most likely discover who I'm speaking of; Akasuna no Sasori, or as he makes me call him, Sasori no Danna.

Why it's come to this, I still don't know. He never really says much. He's a man of few words.

I first met the villainous redhead with my entire team. We'd been sent into the Forbidden Woods, an area fairly close to Konoha, to investigate strange behaviour that some people passing observed. Apparently, during the night, there were faint lights seen within, along with an an occasional murmur, and (just once) a small explosion. JayJay and Tay, both equally qualified to be leaders, led Sheena and I into the dark forest. I, at first, had protested, after hearing Sheena mumble 'I've got a fuck of a bad feeling...' next to me. I did not wish to enter a place that was called 'the Forbidden Woods', at night or even during the day. The area had a gloomy look to it, and I had a silly feeling that the lights somehow represented wraiths, out to steal our souls. I kept my thoughts and concerns to myself, and the gate of the cryptic woods was opened.

Once we were in, we were in; the gate was locked by Anbu on the outside. They had the safety of the village's residents in mind, so I didn't mind being caged in on behalf of that. I remember wanting to ask why they couldn't do our job instead, since they were the ones that were advanced in training, but I held my peace. We searched around for clues, probably for a good twenty minutes before JayJay suggested we do the one thing that people should never do during a horror novel; split up. Of course, Shiina and I were technically 'outnumbered' because our two other teammates agreed, so we actually split into two groups. JayJay and Sheena went to the right, and Tay and I went to the left. The meeting place would be at the opening gates, and we could sense each other's Chakra signals, so I thought it wasn't too dangerous.

I remember Tay stopped abruptly after about ten minutes had passed, holding her hands out as a silent gesture for me to stop whatever I was doing. I did, and we both listened as intently and as carefully as possible. There was a strange buzzing in the distance. At first, I had mistaken it for some sort of insect, but as I leaned into it even more, it had sounded something like a voice. We had both realized this at the same time, because Tay spun around swiftly to face me, casting me a glare that I could make out even in the pitch darkness that surrounded us. She switched her flashlight off and turned slowly back around, gesturing me to follow closely behind. I had felt extremely sick to my stomach wondering just what we would uncover in the darkness. I remember wondering if it was a beast of some sort, or a monster. I feared that it was Sasuke and his gang, hiding out, waiting for us. Tay rustled her way into some nearby bushes, the buzzing sound stopping and continuing off and on, getting louder and louder. I felt my breath hitch every time it stopped, thinking that whoever it was, or whatever it was, had heard or seen us. I feared every sound I heard.

Louder and louder the buzzing was, until we could decipher that it was indeed, what we'd thought; two humans having a conversation. This had made me feel a bit more eased, until Shiina's word kicked in once more:

'I've got a fuck of a bad feeling...'

One thing that I had come to learn about the brunette was that her feelings - bad or good, weird or funny - often came true, and I highly doubted that she was incorrect that time. The way I saw it, why would anyone be hiding in a forest at night if they weren't dangerous or had nothing to hide? I had spent so much time rambling inwardly, that I hadn't realized Tay had been looking upwards and ahead the whole time, eyes wide, breath hitched, completely frozen.

You may want to ask me right now, if I actually wanted to discover the forest's recent mystery. To answer honestly, I somewhat did, and then again, I did not. It wasn't like I was afraid or anything, I'm usually quite brave. Even in battle, I'm often able to fight as calmly as ever. That's probably because I haven't fought anyone infamous or truly horrible, though. I wanted so badly to blame Shiina for making me feel so uneasy, but that wouldn't have been fair. She couldn't actually see the future.

My breath hitched as well as I followed the girl's gaze upwards. My jaw dropped, and I stayed just as frozen as she was. Two men sat on a large tree branch attached to a colossal tree, one blonde and one redhead. If that doesn't scare you, then what if I told you they had Akatsuki cloaks on? That's right; they both belonged to the notorious organization known as the 'Akatsuki'. If you, the reader, are also a ninja, then you probably understand the terror we were feeling when we saw them both before us.

They didn't seem to notice us, though I was almost positive that I saw the redhead was glancing into our bushes every so often. Even if he had suddenly made a move and attacked, I don't think I would have been able to move. That's why almost jumped for dear joy when I when I gazed upon Shiina and JayJay, landing swiftly onto a branch near our enemies. They must have seen something to make them move back towards us. Perhaps they'd been searching for us and had instead come across the Akatsuki pair. Even through the darkness, I could see how Shiina grit her teeth in frustration. Her eyes narrowed quickly, and she seemed to never tear her gaze away from the direction of the duo. I could smell JayJay's strong cologne and see his insane eyes directed towards their targets. It seemed that he, too, understood that they were in a sticky situation. I heard either the blonde or the redhead shout something to them; I couldn't tell for sure, but I guessed it had been the blonde. I saw Shiina's body puff in and out slowly as she gave a long sigh.

"Well, if it isn't the ones we ran into a year or so ago." She retorted just loud enough for us to hear.

This time, the one with the smoother voice said something, being much quieter than the previous speaker. It was hard to tell what the enemies were saying, mostly because they had their backs turned to us, but I was able to understand our friends loud and clear.

"You come onto our land and ask our names? What the hell...!?" JayJay seemed almost outraged, which was normal for him. He was the type of person that skipped the questions and sailed directly into battle.

That was when the battle hammer struck. The blonde jumped from his crouching position and seemed to throw something white towards our comrades. At that moment, Tay leapt from our hiding spot and pushed Chakra into her feet, jolting from the ground to the branch and going for the blonde from behind. Putting whatever fear I had behind me, I did the same, going for the redhead. The silent ones were often the more deadly, but I hadn't seemed to care or remember that fact. I saw Tay attempt to land a kick to the blonde's face, but instead got her foot grabbed and her body thrown back to the ground. I didn't have time to see if she was alright, for I had my own opponent to worry about. Writing about this encounter now, I wish that I'd had a clear mind to remember what I'd been taught. I also wish that we'd called the Anbu for help - they had certainly been more qualified to face two Akatsuki members. Because of my foolishness and my lack of eye contact, he managed to easily capture me. At first, I hadn't realized, but after I failed several times to control my body movements, the truth hit. Light blue chakra strings, the kind that lit from his finger tips, had been placed upon my body somehow. It was the oddest feeling I had ever, to have your limbs jerked about, almost painfully at times. Since there was no surface to land on, he allowed me to fall halfway towards the ground, before stopping me, and allowing me to dangle. I felt like a useless little marionette.

Above, my friends were fighting a monstrous battle. Screams erupted from all around, mostly Tay's, from what I could make out. I was at least happy to know that her fall hadn't killed her or knocked her out. The strings that held me jerked enough to make me feel like I was a weapon of some sort - only an object. From the corner of my eye, I could see Shiina taking on the puppet master, dodging the strings he shot towards her. He was making snide comments, probably in hopes that she would make a false move. I watched as she jumped sideways to the base of the tree, crouching there for only a few seconds before kicking off and towards her current opponent. He almost saw this coming, because he easily trapped her within the strings themselves, only to find that it had been a petty Substitution Jutsu. The real Shiina swung around a branch from above and attacked him from a birds-eye view, causing him to drop the strings that were attached to me, and dodge. Upon this, I finished my fall to the ground, this time very unsure of my fate. I remember hearing Shiina and Tay crying my name, but the rest is fuzzy.

The next thing I knew, I was in a Konoha hospital, getting nursed back to health by the one girl I hated the most; Sakura. I was to get care for only two days, which was considerably better than my other comrades. JayJay stayed for one week, from level two burns and a broken arm. Tay would be nursed for two weeks, from minor burns and two broken limbs. Lastly, Shiina would be required to stay for one week and three days, for a few level two burns, a broken arm, and a few broken fingers. To say the least, at that point in time, I was considered to be the luckiest one in my squad.

Now, though, it was a completely different story. Getting raped every night didn't make me lucky at all.

I got released two days after the fierce battle, in the afternoon. I seem to recall rain or a small thunderstorm that lasted all the way through until the following morning. It suited the first terrorizing night almost perfectly.

I'm nearly positive that he's been planning everything out since the beginning. It's as if it's all just a big game to him. It's like I'm the main character in a horror novel that he's been writing.

I returned home from the hospital only to find my upstairs bathroom candle recently lit. The key point here is that I live alone; nobody else has the key, not even anyone in my family. I don't just leave a burning flame in an empty house, and that's what really spooked me. I tried to think that I made a mistake, but if I had, the candle would've been burnt to the bottom by the time I arrived home. The next day, I opened my closet, only to find that my favourite outfit was mysteriously gone. That evening, I find it laying over one of the chairs in the dining room. At this point, I thought that I was going crazy and had some sort of mental illness that made me do things unconsciously. I didn't even think of the possibility of someone breaking into my house. The following night, I return home from visiting Shiina and JayJay at the hospital, and find that my cat had been slaughtered and placed into a box, set for me to open on my own bed. I realized then and there that I wasn't safe in my house, and that someone had been breaking in. I knew that it hadn't been my mind. It was at that point, that I got incredibly frightened. Somebody had a sick taste or even sicker distaste for me, and they could get into my home. I checked, at that moment on, before I left the house that everything was locked and could not be opened from the outside. I even changed the lock to my front door, with the help of the ever-so-handy Rock Lee. I didn't want to go running to the Anbu or the Hokage for whatever reason. Now, I think it would've been the best decision I'd ever made.

For a short time, I felt safe and unharmed, like nothing could get to me while I was indoors. Nothing strange had been removed or misplaced when I arrived home every evening. Things were alright... until night fell after a duration of two days. I did my normal night routine; brushed my teeth, tied up my hair, washed my face, took a hot shower, and double-checked all of the locks and windows. Once I was sure everything was locked up tight, I changed into my nightdress, which was white and made of fine silk. It's a comfortable outfit that makes me feel snug and secure. I blew out the candle and tried my best to sleep.

He awakened me with his Chakra strings, and made my body sit up in bed on its own, kicking off the covers. I was forced to look towards him. I hadn't exactly woken up at that moment; it had taken a few minutes for me to register everything that had been occurring so swiftly. I blinked a few times, even then, attempting to tell my mind that I was merely in a dream. It felt too unreal for it to be happening in my own home. Unfortunately, it hadn't been a dream and it truly had been happening. I remember watching him smirk and twitch a few of his fingers to make my body move on its own. The light coming in through my window sheers had given me a better view of him than I had gotten in the forest and it did indeed bring his Akatsuki cloak out even more. His fingers twitched enough times and in many ways, finally making me reach him, where he had been sitting. He sat lazily in my large cushioned chair placed in the corner of the room, with one leg settled over the other. His smirk (I really do want to say that it was ugly, but I can't bear to) was snide, making him look cocky and handsome. Everything about him seemed absolutely perfect, as if he had been forged and fixed down to the core in order to please women everywhere.

"You're a very beautiful girl, Jessica."

His voice, the second one I'd heard in the forest, was so smooth that it gave me goose bumps on my tiny arms. It only added to how thrilled I felt from his compliment. I realized, though, that nothing had changed; he was still the enemy and I could not let his kind words get to me. I said nothing, which seemed to amuse him even more. His smirk widened ever so slightly, and he fixed his legs so that he was sitting normally. All it took was a twitch of his fingers, and he made my body sit on his lap, legs spread so that my knees touched the arms of the chair. My hands were placed tightly in my lap, pushing my dress down enough to give me a bigger bust than I was used to. His breathing tickled my ear - it felt so warm compared to the rest of him. His skin was cold and hard, as if he wasn't real on the inside. His hands were cold and hard, almost as if they were not human flesh at all. That was when I remembered that they weren't. Akasuna no Sasori had built himself into a puppet long ago, in order to gain more power and perfection. Despite his attractive exterior, all I wanted to do was dive out my window and find help. His hands reached my upper arms, lingering there for a few moments. He seemed to find the fact that I was a human girl interesting, but I didn't know why. He gently rubbed my arms up and down.

"You look so delicate, poppet," He chuckled, a rumble in his chest that made my heart race. "Your skin is so pure."

It chilled me to think that he still had human sense despite being made from wood. I exhaled from my nose as quietly as possible, not wanting to anger him in any way. He seemed like the type to lose his patience quickly at the first sign of imperfection. The last thing I needed was a dominant Akatsuki member getting too angry and finishing me off. Though, thinking of where I am now, maybe I should have made him kill me then and there. His hands continued to move over my body. They passed my neck, thankfully, and stopped at my face. He gently glided the back of his hand over my right cheek, cupping the left.

"Your cheekbones aren't as high as I like them, but it certainly does not take away from your beauty."

I wondered what cheekbones had to do with anything. In all honesty, I'd never even thought about them before. I found it rather absurd to take note of such insignificant features. Finally, his hands came to my dark hair, untying it from its messy ponytail. He raked his nails through it, slowly, as if he could still feel it, supporting my theory that he still had his senses. His eyes closed for a few moments, and he almost looked as if he were savouring the feeling of my locks. His hands moved down to my legs, and my thoughts scattered in various directions of my mind. I didn't have any idea what he would do down there. He started at my thighs, moving his hands to the insides and leaning upwards from his sitting position a bit. His smirk still burned me.

"They're shaped so well, almost as if I'd sculpted you, myself." He chuckled once again, and I pressed my lips together in a futile attempt to stop my body from shaking. I didn't know if he was trying to be creepy intentionally, but if he was he was doing a fine job.

I said nothing at all, determined not to speak unless I absolutely felt the need to. His hands made their way upwards and towards my stomach, lingering there for several seconds, unmoving. His hands, though very cold and rough, were quite skilled; they knew where to touch and where to rub. This had been something that I had not expected. In fact, I hadn't even expected him to be as charming and as handsome as he turned out to be. I knew that he had been human at one point too, and being as attractive as he was, he had most likely lost his virginity long ago. Keeping that in mind, I suppose it was weird that I hadn't expected anything like this.

"You have the perfect amount of meat," He exhaled while his cold, hard puppet lips pressed lightly against the back of my neck. "Your breasts are how I prefer them. I hate large ones."

This is where I will end my detailed description... for now. As I write my frightening tale, the clock continues to tick. It is already one minute past midnight. This leaves me about a half an hour, probably less, to prepare for him. He is a very unpredictable man; he doesn't always show up past twelve thirty. I should count myself lucky that he didn't catch me writing about this whole ordeal. He's already told me what would happen if I opened my mouth about anything that's been happening between us.

"Just remember, poppet: Good dolls don't tell on their masters."

Sometimes, after the deeds had been done, he would lay with me for a few moments. It was rare, and I didn't know why he did it, but it happened. In more than half of those rare occasions, he would threaten me in every scenario he could think of, which made me believe that he had a great fear of being rejected. Even though I don't think he'd ever admit (even to himself) that there was a possibility of his horrid plan backfiring, I still think he had a bit of worry deep inside. The heart knows exactly how to worry one.

"If you tell anyone... Anyone at all, love, I will make the worst happen. Just remember that."

I don't care to know what 'the worst' was. I haven't told anyone. It's even a stretch doing what I'm doing right now - writing this. Knowing his mind, and how mentally destroyed he could be on the inside, 'the worst' would probably truly be 'the worst'. I prayed it would never occur. One thing I must tell you, before I stop writing, is despite my going on about him being mentally unstable and creepy, he is one of the most intellectual people I have ever met. This only makes my escape more difficult. Don't get me wrong, I have thought things over inwardly, made plans, all of that, but I was terrified what he would do if I carried any one of them out. I'd tried (only once) the first week. I let him have me, let him finish with me, let him wrap his wooden limbs around me as I slowed my breathing and pretended to sleep. Soon, he rolled over and I had my change. I made a wild dash for the window, and leapt from it, sending chakra into my feet as I landed on the ground; Chakra was useful where you didn't want to break any bones. I only made it a quarter of the way to help, before he caught me. It had been times like this, that I wondered why I had even bothered to buy a house that was at least a five minute walk from the rest of the village. He brought me back against my will, gave a huge speech about why I shouldn't run away from him, and tied me to the bed until seven in the morning. He had his way with my body until he had his fill.

You may want to know where I was running to. In that case, I'll tell you that I'd been running to Tay's house. I don't know what would have happened if I'd gotten there - maybe he'd have killed her - but I knew that Tay would have taken care of me. The problem that always halted me from doing anything at all was the fact that he had those pesky chakra strings. Once he had you, you couldn't easily escape. I often wonder if I'd be able to if I had more skill and strength, but I wasn't sure. There had to be a way, didn't there? Even so, who would I turn to? Who would I ask? How could I train? There was a small library in Konoha, but if I took out a book, Sasori might find out and question me about it. It was dangerous to do anything 'out of the ordinary'. Sometimes, I get a feeling that he's following me during the day. I believed it was my paranoia at first, but other times, it was like I could feel his auburn orbs glaring into me. To be honest with you, I don't-

I must stop, now. I hear footsteps approaching the stairs from above. I imagine that he's here once again. I'm glad I had the time to share everything with you so far. I don't know how I'm going to rid myself of his curse, and I don't even know if I can. I can safely tell you that everything will remain, as it never was.


Authoresses' note

This is an older story of mine that was taken down. I re-uploaded it because a few people said they were upset that it (and others) had been taken down. I did my best to develop this chapter a little more and fix mistakes here and there, so I hope it's acceptable!

I'd appreciate if you'd review and tell me what you think - it would be really helpful :)