The thought made him sick. Who were they to tell him what to do? What made them rulers of his body, mind and soul? He knew that he wasn't a tool and that he wasn't anybody's messenger boy. They may have thought that they had control over him, but they didn't know the half of it. He knew that he retained all his control and his body would still follow his instructions. He would just have to wait patiently for the right moment. He didn't mind, as long as he got what he wanted. He could just keep on pretending, because in the end, Uchiha Sasuke always got what he wanted.