Pinned to the wall, tears of fear clouding my vision and wobbly legs barely able to support my suddenly heavy body. That was the sight you could get of me, Hyuuga Hinata, if you were to turn to one of the lone dark lanes of Konohagakure. And once my reddened eyes would connect with your widened ones, dear stranger, only one word would cross your mind:
Madness
You'd turn away and run as fast as your legs would let you. You'd leave me behind without as much as a look of worry or even pity. And I would understand why because the man behind me is madness himself. Because the man pressing me against this damned wall could be your death, stranger.
I could feel his breath on my neck and it was sickening to think about all the times this breath mixed with mine. The rough lips who have abused of my mouth were now meeting the sensitive skin of my earlobe. I whimpered and he chuckled. Grinding his hips against my buttocks, a wicked smile arboring his face, he leaned closer to me if that was possible. He inhaled the scent of my hair and whispered those simple, yet meaningful words:
It's too late, Hina...
I knew what that implied. Too late to fight back, too late to escape, too late to finally grasp the seriousness of the situation, too late, too late...
Way too late
I thought he could not reach me.
I gave too much credit to my strength.
I had the audacity to imagine I had a certain control upon him.
What a fool I have been. What a fool I am, for I do not know where the escape is. And even if I did, did I have enough guts to leave him?
I wanted to scream, to push him back and gouge his beautiful emerald eyes out. Instead, I only turned my head in his direction. My eyes were tightly shut and I fought the urge to keep them that way. I had to look at him. Just to make sure all of this was only a dream, no, scratch that, a nightmare. At a painfully slow pace, my eyelids lifted. One second I was paralyzed. The next, I was screaming my lungs out. The third, thick blackness engulfed me.