Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
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Sasori/Sakura
Rating: M
Words: 305
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Good Girl
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He hummed a little tune, long pale fingers stitching flesh together. The throaty moans made him smile and pet her head affectionately.
"Good girl," he murmured.
She stared at him with blank eyes.
She was to be his finest. His masterpiece of pale skin like a tiny china doll; all dressed in frills and lacy things.
She would be his to hold, his to touch, and his to love. Forever. She would laugh and sing and dance as he bid it, and smile and please him always.
An almost scream whispers up from closed lips but he chuckles and hushes her.
One more stitch and….there. Finished.
It was hard for her at first- to betray her village and except his life. When she realized that her ties- her strings were her friends- her loved ones; she came when he offered to sever the ropes chaining her there if he had to.
He dresses her in dainty little dresses and small white gloves and dances her around the room.
"Master. Dance. With. Me." She says, animated, and then smiles.
He smiles back. He thinks this is some of his best work.
He holds her before the mirror, wooden palms ghosting over her body. He reminds her that with him, she will never grow old, and will never die. She will be young and beautiful forever.
He treats her skin with chemicals and can't help but bask in her screams; the shrill agony of ice piercing your body. Her flesh will never rot away.
Yet when she sleeps at night, propped up on her shelf, tears still find their way down her cheeks. She still gurgles past the wire-laced tongue, unable to speak her thoughts or communicate.
"I love you my cherry blossom. My little...Sakura-Chan."
She lifts her head smiling, and laughs robotically.