Standard Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, find rape and/or abuse to be an amusing matter. It is something I find disgusting and it lacks any of my support. It is in my writing, but do not think I am belittling it or disregard it's vileness.

It pounded and thrashed, displacing thoughts and made speech indiscernible. He knew what it felt like at once. He would do anything to never feel it again, even going as far to watch her scream her throat out.

Honestly, those screams were starting to grow on him.

It pulsated throughout the quiet place; it ran wild. He could hear desperation, tasting it, and he thought humorously that it tasted of copper. He watched as she clenched her eyes shut. He supposed she didn't want to see anything, something he found quite ironic, and had to suppress a chuckle. He saw her hands and feet pulled at the chains, drawing blood that painted her porcelain skin red. Her hair clung to her body due to sweat. He liked the way the purple and black marred her skin from the way he marked her in the most primal of ways. He wondered how she could keep screaming and he watched as saliva tipped out of one way of her mouth like an animal.

It was beautiful.

He sighed, reluctantly turning away from the show when a knock sounded from the door upstairs. He whispered quiet words of promised return to his captive, knowing she could hear it.

He tied a cloth over her mouth, putting a stop to his music, yet it didn't matter. As a matter of fact, this wasn't the first time he was close to her, but it was the first occurrence with clothes on.

He left before he became entranced with her bouncing breasts.

He opened the door and let the man in. He began to walk down the hallway, leading. "Come right here, but before I hand them to you, you got the money?"

The man slipped his chubby hand into a worn pocket, fisting out a wad of cash. His smile was as greasy as his hair. He waved it around in front of him, his free hand wiping the saliva that dripped out of his crooked mouth. "Well, duh," he snorted, "do you how long I've wanted this?"

"It is the only pair available so if you want it, you're gonna have to do better than that." His green eyes shone with mischief, yet his blond hair twinkled brightly. It was a sharp contrast to his deeds and occupation.

The fat man jiggled with laughter, opening his briefcase filled with green. He sniffled, a wide dripping grin spilling over his chin. "You must know as well then that you're not getting this until I make sure the quality of my buy is good enough."

He nodded and began walking downstairs, the fat man following behind him. He unlatched the door, opening it wide as if he were showcasing his art.

The fat man scowled up to his nose, snorting in indignation. "Do you take me as a fool?" He unknowingly spit onto the floor, some saliva sticking on the tip of his gushing lip.

The man spun on his heel, eyes widening at the scattered chains on the floor. He ran to them, picking them up, only to throw them against the wall in rage. He patted his pocket only to find the keys missing. Letting out a curse, the smile losing humor and dripping with madness, he punched the hollow wall, drawing apart the hardboard. A metal safe came to view and he twisted and twisted till it sprung open with a cling. He visibly relaxed as he saw two white orbs staring back at him. He spun to the fat man, tensing again as the pig was hogtied upon the floor with a bloody cloth in his mouth. Perspiration ran down the pig's face. He began to walk towards him, yet when the air shifted to his left, he froze and flew as a foot collided with his face.

"Aw, fuck!" His hand instantly rubbed the pounding spot, his other hand heaving him up onto his knees. He barely had time to look up as his beautiful painting leaped at him –and if he wasn't her target he would have admired the sneer upon her face- and she railed hit after hit on him till, like her, he could no longer see.

"How can you," his voice dabbled in hysterics, cracking at the ends like the hair he could feel fall upon his face above him, "how can you see?"

Breath billowed against his ear; hot, but not in the sexual way he had always wanted from her. Her voice was dry, cracked, and coming apart at the seams, yet her words... her words...

"I can still hear you."

And that's when she reached into his chest, pulled out his heart until she could no longer hear it beat.

Hopefully this honestly makes sense to you guys -_-

Someone tell me this is even mildly okay and send some critique and love because I desperately need some

Ah, not to be one of thoooooose people buuuutttt first fanfic let's go!

Thanks to anyone whose reading and taking the time to read and a heads up, it's gonna be a while (unless I change my mind because I love you guys -though no one is reading at the moment-) until grumpy lil Sasuke shows up. I gotta show why Hinata, my sweet small bean Hinata, is in such pain *sigh sigh*

Is it just me who loves when their favorite character is in intense turmoil and angst and anguish? (i'm a lil messed up tbh)

Okay, this is pretty long. I'll shut up XD

See you next time my lovelies ( catch phrase maybe? Idk ;) )