Captivity

Chapter One

-Very Special Gift-

The door creaked open slowly, and a figure slipped into a dark room. There was no light anywhere within, and once the small dim source from the hall was gone, it was once again a black abyss. The man crept over towards the bed, brushing some of his long black hair behind his ear. He stopped beside the sleeping figure, and with excited fingers, slowly reached for the lower half of the body.

"What the fuck are you doing in here."

The man yelped and hissed a bit as he quickly retracted his hand. "Oh Akito-kun, you're awake."

"Of course I'm awake. It's past dawn." He said blankly. It may be dark in the underground compound, but he had a precise internal clock that told him what time it was.

"I was just coming in to tell you. Happy Birthday! Today you are a man." The elder purred, licking his lips. "A muscular, full grown," he trembled a bit with want. "Man."

Akito almost rolled his eyes, which were now red with the sharingan, and sat up. "Pedophile." He wasn't that creeped out by the other man's behavior, as it was something he had become accustomed to growing up in the compound with his father. Orochimaru had never successfully touched him anyways, and he never would.

Orochimaru walked over to the bedside table and took the matches, striking one and lighting the candle. A low warm glow lit the room and revealed the two, "Well. Everyone is waiting for you. Unless," he smirked, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching to stroke his thigh. "You want to accept my first offered present. I can make you feel dominant. Kukuku."

Akito's hand shot out and gripped the other man's wrist painfully. "Don't ever touch me again you freak." He twisted his wrist warningly. "Or you will regret it." He got up then, picking up his sword and strapping it onto his back. He wore a black, sleeveless shirt that had a low V-neck in the front, revealing most of his toned chest. He also had on a pair of loose black pants and some ninja shoes, with a holster of kunai strapped around his right leg, and long black arm bands the covered the tops of the back of his hands and stopped just above his elbows. Then he walked over to the door and left the room, not caring if the snake master was following or not.

He walked through the corridors until he reached a large room near the front of the compound, where everyone already was. "You are late." Sasuke said, arms crossed and eyes red.

"I had to deal with some vermin." Was all Akito said in response, meeting his father's eyes.

"Orochimaru try to get you to fuck him again?" a boy snickered, leaning back in a chair. The room was actually pretty comfortable looking, like a living room with couches and tables, and seemed like a nice place to relax. He had an odd mixture of white and black hair, and light violet eyes that glimmered with mischief. He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of tight black pants.

A woman rolled her eyes at the boy, pushing up her glasses as she made her advance on the younger Uchiha. "Please, Akito knows whenever we don't have little play toys for you guys he can come to me for pleasure." She smiled, latching onto his arm.

He made a look of disgust. "Like I want some old hag. Why don't you go back to pursuing my father, huh Karin?" he slipped his arm from her hold and went to go sit in one of the chairs.

Suigetsu actually burst out into laughter , "Oh ho ho! Burned!" he snickered, earning him a punch in the face from a steaming Karin.

Orochimaru walked in then, laughing at the scene. "Well now that we are all here we can start my sweet Akito-kun's birthday!"

"Freak." He muttered, crossing his arms. "Now where are my presents."

"So selfish." Sasuke smirked. Akito returned it, practically a mirror image of his father.

"Learned from the best."

Suigetsu sighed and got up from the ground, picking up a colorful package. He hated how queer Orochimaru was. Except when it was his own birthday. Every time it was someone's birthday, everyone had to compete with the others to get the best present. And the winner got one wish granted by Orochimaru, no strings attached. "Here you go Akito." He said, handing him the present.

Akito ripped it open, revealing a very nice, expensive looking sword stand. "Awesome." He said, running his hand along the wood to test the quality. "Next." Jugo walked forward and handed him a small box. Inside was a set of specially made kunai, each with the Uchiha crest on it. "Nice." Akito looked up expectantly, waiting for his next gift.

Karin took hers and gave it to him, watching him tear the paper carelessly and throw it to the ground. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and grimaced. "Karin, we are never going to sleep together you disgusting dinosaur." He snapped, dropping them back in the box and setting it aside. Kaiyou, Suigetsu's son, took his and threw it over to his friend. He was only a year and a half younger than the Uchiha heir.

"There." He smirked. "Mine's more of an accessory present."

Akito opened the box and raised a brow as he pulled out a set of lacy underwear, and then a little maid outfit. There was more in the box, such as tops, little gowns, and other costumes, but Akito didn't feel like taking them all out. "Interesting." He looked up at his friend. "I am sure I'll put them to good use." He glared at Karin. "Not on you, so don't get any ideas." Her excited smile fell.

Akito looked to his father then, who stepped forward and handed him a long box. Suspecting what it was already, he opened it, revealing a beautiful katana. Picking it up, he noticed that the black scabbard had the Uchiha symbol on the hilt. Sliding the deadly blade from its cover, the sharp metal shone in the candlelight. It was a magnificent weapon, and far better than the one he already carried. "That sword is made of a special metal that is extremely hard, sharp, and conducts electricity well. It will be more proficient when you are fighting." Sasuke explained.

"Thanks." Akito said, sliding it back into its sheath and setting it in the holder Suigetsu had gotten him. Oddly enough, they matched perfectly. He then looked to Orochimaru. "I hesitate to ask what you got me." He grimaced slightly.

"Kukuku." He laughed, snapping and ordering Jugo towards Akito. The large man stepped forward and tied a blind fold around his eyes. He tensed, gripping the edge of the chair and becoming even more alert. Orochimaru left the room once more and it became silent, since no one knew what he had gotten him. Finally, the leader of the group returned, dragging someone with him. Sasuke's eyes went wide as he focused on the person. She was a tiny slip of a girl, probably only around seventeen years old. She was wearing a tight, white dress that seemed like it was too small for her. It scooped low, and had thin, stringy straps that went over her shoulders. Her whole back was bare, and her breasts were almost popping out of the dress. It stopped just above her knees, and another black layer came out from the bottom. Her hands were tied together and her mouth was covered so she couldn't yell.

And did she look pissed. Her soft pink hair cascaded around her face, and her pale jade eyes were filled with so much hatred, it was impossible not to know who her father was. Well, at least to the elder Uchiha it was impossible. Around her neck was a tight black choker that had a leash attached to it. "Alrighty Akito-kun, you can take off the blindfold." He said, keeping a tight grip on the girl's upper arm.

She glared up at the pale man and then looked around at all the people staring at her, finally focusing her beautiful gaze on the one she was in front of. Akito reached up and took off the cloth covering his eyes, and they widened slightly at what he saw. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life, and he could feel his body beginning to react to just the sight of her. His sharingan took in everything about her, from the visible toned muscles to the soft, feminine curves, memorizing every detail before stopping on her light, expressive eyes.

He stood, towering over her, and walked forward. "And she is mine, to do with what I please?" he asked the snake master, not breaking his eye contact with her.

"Yes." He hissed happily, glad to see the reaction, though he was a bit disappointed in the fact Akito was interested in females. "You can keep her as long as you want. If you don't want her to, she never has to leave." The girl went wide eyed and looked back at Akito before breathing out harshly. Her movements were so quick, that none of them could even comprehend what was happening, even the Uchihas. But of course they soon caught up with what she was doing. She jerked away from Orochimaru, swinging her leg around and slamming it into the snake's face.

Orochimaru actually fell to the ground and she took off for the entrance. She almost made it too, until Orochimaru pressed his two fingers against a seal on his forearm. A shrill scream echoed throughout the room, and the girl fell down onto her knees, holding her stomach as pain wracked through her body.

Everyone just watched the scene, uncaring at her pain. Akito walked over to where she was on the ground and grabbed her arm, dragging her up off the floor. He glanced at her midsection and then back at the Sannin. "Seals?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

He stood, cracking his neck, a huge bruise already appearing on his flesh. He walked over to them and brushed some of her hair from her face, getting a good look at her tear stained cheeks. "Yes. This is a very powerful ninja that I specifically hand-picked for you. Her name is Natsumi, and she is the daughter of the Kazekage of Suna and one, Haruno Sakura. No chakra seal would be enough to repress all her chakra…and she's very deadly without chakra, so I had to make something new." He reached forward and pulled up the dress all the way, showing off her perfect body and black lacy underwear. Right around her naval was an intricate seal that matched the one on Orochimaru's arm.

"So," he dropped the fabric and sighed. "I placed a seal on her stomach and every time you press into the center of the copy, it burns away her chakra for the time being and a burning pain will bring her to her knees so she can't use any taijutsu."

"Interesting." He examined her curiously, like a cat would a mouse. "A powerful kunoichi, very good choice." He smirked. "That means she is flexible."

"I'm flexible too Akito-kun!" Karin shouted.

"Shut up cougar." He said without looking over at her. "Nobody wants you."

Orochimaru sent Karin a silencing glare as well. "Now, since she is yours, I'll remove the seal from me and give it to you."

As they began to transfer the seal to Akito's arm, Sasuke walked over to examine her more closely. "She looks exactly like Sakura." He observed, grasping her chin and turning her head. "Only she has her father's eyes. Such a pity, to be the child of a monster." Looking into her pale eyes with his red ones.

"I don't really care about her parents." Akito said, watching Orochimaru to make sure he didn't linger longer than necessary in placing the seal on him.

Natsumi stared up into the crimson color, trying not to let her fear appear on her face. She'd heard a lot about the sharingan, and nothing reassuring came from their dark, cold depths. She steeled her nerves, finally feeling the lingering pain begin to subside. Her gaze slanted into a vicious glare and slammed her forehead into Sasuke's, head butting him and making him stumble back.

Before Sasuke could retaliate with a blow across her face, Akito caught his arm by the wrist. "You shouldn't have touched her. She is not yours." He said simply. His father merely glared, but walked off, having had enough of the girl. For a moment Natsumi felt relief, until the grip on her arm tightened painfully. She turned her head and was met with the emotionless gaze of the man holding her. "You shouldn't be so testy, otherwise it will just be painful for you." His sharingan began to swirl in warning.

Her eyes widened only a fraction, her heart skipping a beat from the panic that seized her at the sight of the red. But it soon vanished and she tried to appear strong, glaring at him as well, showing him that she didn't care what he did to her. He smirked at the strong will that he sensed in her, the knowledge only turning him on even more. By now Orochimaru had finished placing the seal on his arm, and so he looked at the man. "Are we done here? Because I have things I wish to do."

"Ah, ah, ah." He waved his finger in the air. Natsumi looked over at him and then back at her captor. She studied his face for a while as the ugly pale man spoke. "You have to pick which of your presents was your favorite. Other than mine of course, because I can clearly see I won, but unfortunately I'm not in the contest." He sighed.

"Kai's."

"Yes!" the boy cheered, shooting his fist in the air. "See you losers later!" he waved, grabbing his sword and heading for the exit. "I'm going to the nearby town and getting myself some pussy. Though," he glanced back, looking at Akito's prize. "Man that's not fair. It's always the good girls who are ridiculously gorgeous." He laughed, disappearing.

"Oh." Orochimaru perked up a bit, "I almost forgot. Akito-kun, make sure your little pet doesn't leave the compound. I placed another seal on her," he glanced down meeting her terrified gaze. "If she leaves, she will die."

Natsumi went wide eyed and tried to stop her eyes from watering. "Got it." Akito quickly made a clone, who walked over and picked up his other presents. "See you losers later." He said, picking up Natsumi and hoisting her over his shoulder before walking out of the room, his clone following. All he heard was muffled noises, but smirked, knowing they were curses coming from the young beauty. She hit his back and tried to fight from his grasp the best she could, but her restraints and how he was holding her made it extremely difficult, and he didn't seem to be effected. He walked into his room and tossed her onto his bed, looking down at her and eyeing her body as his clone followed and set the rest down, closing the door before disappearing. He stepped forward as she sat up and pulled the cloth over her mouth down, since she was just mumbling angrily at him. "Disgusting! Vile! Piece of scum! You call yourself a human be-" he covered her mouth once again, growing annoyed quickly, despite that fact that her voice was as beautiful as her face.

He hissed and recoiled from her slightly, holding his hand to him to see the bite marks. "You bit me!"

Natsumi just smirked, seeming very proud of herself. His eyes narrowed, and he grabbed her arm and hoisted her onto her knees so that they were inches apart, making the smirk leave her face. "I can always return the favor, little flower, so you might want to think about your actions. While your feistiness is appreciated, it is quickly becoming annoying." He slipped a finger underneath the edge of the cloth, away from her mouth. "Now, I am going to lower this one more time and allow you to speak. But tread carefully." He lowered it once more.

"Fuck you." She said, though it was more controlled this time. "I will never make this easy for you."

"Oh, you're going to." He smirked. "And I don't expect you to make it easy for me, after all I do love a good challenge. Though, it will just mean it will be harder on you."

Her eyes widened slightly and she tried to pull away from him. "What is wrong with you." She snapped.

"Lots of things. None of which you would care to hear about." He said, taking in her figure. She was really attractive, and the way her breasts seemed as though they were going to spill out of her dress only made him feel like she was teasing him with her body. "Now, you may call me whatever you wish, I don't really care, but I would prefer either Akito or Master. Take your pick."

Natsumi grimaced and looked off. "I will never call you by your name. A name is something personal, so fine. Master," she seethed, glaring at him. "But just know, I am going to get out of here. And when I do, and get these seals removed, I'm going to kill you."

He smirked at that. "Yeah, we'll see. You'll die if you try to leave, and only Orochimaru knows how to remove those seals, since he invented them. And even if that does happen, you are no match for me, Sand Princess." He mocked, causing her eyes to widen. Finally, her strong façade collapsed and she started to cry into her still tied hands.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed. "What did I do to you!"

He just looked at her blankly, not affected by her tears. "Crying is useless you know, and you will only waste energy." He said, though his gaze was watching the way her chest moved every time she shook with her tears.

"I don't care! They aren't for you!" she yelled, moving back until she hit the bed and then brought her legs up to her chest, crying into her knees once more. She felt so powerless and afraid, which was so unlike her. She couldn't believe this was happening, and wished she could just wake up already from this terrible nightmare.

He glanced at the stack of presents he had received, and walked over to it, deciding to put them all away. His new sword and stand he set on top of his dresser, the box of clothes, including the handcuffs, he put under the bed, and the kunai he sat next to his sword. When he finished she was still crying, but he had had enough of her little pity party. If she was weak enough to get caught by an old pedophile, then it was her fault she was in this mess in the first place.

He took off his sword and propped it against the wall. Then he walked over to her and grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her up abruptly and then tossing her down so that she was on her stomach on top of his bed. "It is time for you to become useful." He announced, sitting on her waist so that she wouldn't be able to move too much or attack him effectively. But she still tried, moving beneath him, though her hands were tied together, so it was pretty futile.

"Get off me!" she yelled.

"I don't think so." He said, reaching out and touching the skin on her back, which was very smooth. He was going to enjoy this, probably more than he had ever enjoyed having sex with someone before. She gasped, feeling his touch, and tried not to let her mind race ahead to what she knew was coming. But what could she do? He had ultimate power over her, and even if she resisted it and ignored the pain, it would be pure bliss or him.

She trembled beneath him and fisted the sheets in her hands. "If you're too rough with me, you're going to damage me." She tried to explain. She already knew he was going to take what he wanted, but she could try and save herself, by lessening the mutilation he could do.

Akito leaned over her so that his mouth was next to her ear, placing both hands on the outside of her shoulders. "And if you don't sit back and allow yourself to enjoy it, you'll only cause more damage than what will be done." He said lowly, biting the lobe and then licking it.

Natsumi recoiled, repulsed by the false affection, trying to stop her tears. "You're not going to stop…are you…no matter what I say."

"Why should I? Mercy is for the weak." He pulled back slightly and began to lower her dress, fully exposing her back to him. She held in a sob and buried her face into the bed.

"I hate you." She mumbled, almost incoherently.

"Good." Inspecting her body, he placed his hands on her sides and then slid them to her stomach. "You must do a lot of taijutsu." He commented, feeling her muscles as he slowly brought his hands to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. She whined out, since his grip tightened almost painfully as he pinched at her sensitive tips.

"I do." She said sharply, but almost breathlessly. "And I'm going to make you regret this."

"Doubtful." He molded the soft mounds a bit before he moved down and pulled up the hem of the dress, revealing her firm bottom and the underwear she had on. He quickly took off the black lace, and parted her legs, getting a look at her most secret place. "Are you a virgin?" he asked, though he suspected that she was. She remained quiet, refusing to give him an answer, but knew he would find out the second he put his vile organ inside her.

He began to stroke her folds, and slipped a finger inside of her. "It's going to hurt if you don't relax." He warned. "Unless you like pain."

"Even if I could relax, it would still hurt you lying prick." She snapped, gasping loudly. God, she hated the human body and its inability to reject pleasure. She steadied her breathing and rested her forehead on the bed. She didn't want to feel more pain though, and she chewed on her lower lip, debating on what to do. Despite it all, he was good looking, and she was almost grateful it wasn't that gross pale man who had brought her here, or some nasty fat lord.

He slipped in another finger, going a bit faster and doing a scissoring type motion in order to widen the tight walls a bit. Despite not really caring if she liked it or not, he would rather her scream in pleasure than in pain, but that was a personal preference. She bit back a cry and forced her body to remain still, though her action just made herself tighten around his fingers, making it feel even better. "Stop…please." She begged, not because it hurt, it felt good, her womanhood almost eating up his fingers in hopes of getting the prize. Damn primal instincts.

"No." he removed his fingers from her and freed his erection from his pants. He leaned over her body and rubbed against her wet folds. "You belong to me now." He said before entering her completely. He let out a groan at how tight she was, and immediately began to thrust in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible, ingraining it in his memory with his sharingan.

Natsumi cried out, pain spreading through her lower body. An unbearable burning ripping through her as he tore her tissue. The initial thrust had hurt so badly, since she hadn't been as wet as she should. But due to his actions and the natural reactions of her body, she felt herself beginning to soak. "It hurts!" she cried out, sobbing. She could feel her body breaking apart and something sliding down her leg, which she could only assume was blood from his abrupt tear of her hymen. "Please! Stop!"

He ignored her cries, continuing his movements within her. She felt so incredible, this was definitely the best birthday of his life. He reached beneath her and began to play with her clit, placing his other hand on the bed to steady himself. She whimpered beneath him as he slammed harder and more deeply into her. She closed her eyes tightly, and soon the pain just dulled into numbness, and she felt dead. She wished she was dead, letting her mind escape to a place that still made sense.

Akito continued his actions for a while, until eventually he felt his end drawing near. Removing his hand from her privates, he rose to his knees and pulled up her rear so that it was sticking in the air. He began to thrust into her faster, holding onto her hips and slamming her against his shaft as he continuously rammed into her. Then, with a low moan, he came, filling her womb with his hot seed.

He remained inside of her, enjoying the feel of her tightness. He leaned over her, pushing in more, slowly moving in and out even though he was finished. Natsumi just took it, burying her face in the sheets. She could feel him and his release inside of her. She couldn't even describe how filthy and dirty she felt.

Eventually he withdrew and fixed his clothing. Then he looked at Natsumi, still in the same position. His eyes shot to the trail of blood on her leg, and he followed it down to the white sheets he slept on. Great, now he was going to have to change them.

Unmercifully he grabbed her arms and pulled her up so that she was on her knees. Then he grabbed the dress, ripping the straps before pulling it over her head, tossing it to the floor and leaving her bare before him. He got off the bed, and this time, picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bathroom that connected to his room. He sat her on the floor. "You may wash if you wish." He said, looking down at her huddled form.

She just attempted to cover herself with her arms and held her face with her other, trying not to cry in front of him again. She did want to wash, and attempt to rid her body of this tainted feeling. She looked over at his feet, not wanting to meet his gaze, but she expected him to leave so that she could start to clean herself.

Seeing that she wasn't moving, Akito began to grow impatient. "Well?" he asked, his voice betraying nothing of his thoughts or feelings. She flinched and looked up at him.

"I want you to go away!" she yelled, frowning.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "I don't see why I should. You have no rights here, and I need to make sure you don't try to pull anything."

"What the hell am I going to pull? I have nothing, you just raped me. All I want is a little privacy for like ten minutes! So unless you want to fuck an already filled with your gross semen pussy, you will leave or do it yourself!" she snapped, glaring up at him.

He pushed off the doorframe and bent over so that they were eye level. "Is that an invitation to bathe you?"

She leaned back a bit, so that he wasn't so much in her face. "Fine. I'll do it myself." She lifted her still tied hands and grabbed into his shirt, using him to help herself off the ground. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to ease the burning ache between her legs now. She could feel what was inside her shift, and knew the excess was slowly coming out and sliding down her legs. With help from the wall she made her way towards the shower and pulled the dark curtain back and stepped inside. With a finale glare, she pulled it shut and turned on the hot water, wanting to sear away her skin.

He smirked, and turned out of the room, so that he could change the sheets on the bed to the spare of black ones. He liked black much better anyways. Tossing the soiled ones down the laundry chute, along with her dress, where Kabuto would wash them. Despite being a medic, he was pretty much the maid of the compound. That and Orochimaru's booty call.

Sensing that she would be in the shower for a while, he sat the box of clothes inside the bathroom. Then he made the bed, and sat in the center, getting into a meditative pose as he deactivated his sharingan and closed his eyes.

Natsumi washed her body over and over, doing everything to get the scent of him off her. She began to take her time when she knew he was gone and sat down by the faucet, finding the sharpest part and beginning her attempt at freeing her hands from her bonds. She wasn't really trying anything, she just didn't want her hands tied anymore, and the rope was starting to dig into her skin. Finally, after all her efforts, she was free from the bonds and pulled them off, rubbing her wrists in an attempt to soothe them.

Once she was sure she was as clean as she could get, she turned off the water and pulled one of the towels from the hangings. She dried herself off and then noticed the box that was now in the bathroom. She walked over, actually thinking he had gotten her something to wear. She opened it up and her eye twitched. The whole box was filled with lingerie and nighties, and little outfits that were basically only worn to be ripped off. With a bit of difficulty she dug out the one that was more appropriate than any of the others.

She pulled on the lacy pinkish maroon panties and then slipped into the matching slinky nighty. There was a lacy design that barely covered her breasts and had over the shoulder stringy straps. There was a silky ribbon tied around the waist and the sheer fabric cascaded down, ending just below her butt.

She looked in the mirror and grimaced, sticking her tongue out at her reflection. "I'm a whore now. I'm some psycho's whore." She ran her hand down her face and messed with her slightly damp hair. She walked out of the bathroom and saw him sitting on the bed. "Are you for real?" she demanded, glaring at him with her hands on her hips. "I am literally just your sex slave. I mean what the hell!" she pulled at the piece of cloth he apparently deemed worthy for her to wear as normal attire.

He opened his eyes, having reactivated his sharingan. Taking in her appearance, he could feel the stirrings of arousal spark in him. He smirked. "What else did you think you were? You are my birthday present."

"Oh forgive me." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "I wasn't exactly given a play by play on what was going on by that freak." She huffed and walked towards his door, throwing it open. "Screw this, I'd rather die." She said, walking out into the hall almost running into a very shocked Suigetsu.

He gave her a once over and a slow grin spread across his face. He reached towards her, touching her soft skin, only to have his hand smacked away by her. "Don't touch me you freak!" she glared. He took a hold of her upper arm and pulled her against him, taking her other hand and pressing it against his arousal.

"Akito! I want a turn!"

Faster than Natsumi had ever seen anyone move, besides herself, Suigetsu was thrown against the opposite wall of the hall. Akito was in front of Natsumi now, with the tip of his new katana pointed at the fish man's throat. "No." he said, glaring harshly. "She is my birthday present, and I do not like to share."

Natsumi watched the interaction, a little shell shocked and amazed by the man before her, but she didn't allow it to still her muscles. In his distraction she moved back silently and took off down the hall, wishing she could access her chakra to make herself faster. Without looking, Akito pressed the seal on his arm, causing Natsumi to let out a scream of pain as she collapsed to the ground. He sheathed his sword and gave the other man a warning look before walking slowly towards her down the hall. "Get up." He ordered, staring down at her with that same, cold detachment he had in the bathroom.

Her eyes were wide and she was gripping tightly to her stomach, trying to regulate her breathing. She slowly moved, pressing her palms against the cold ground. She glanced back and bit down on her lip, lifting her leg and aiming a back kick right for his precious jewels. He grabbed onto her ankle and flipped her over onto her back, holding her down with his waist as he straddled her. His hand wrapped around her throat and held her in place. He leaned down to her ear, his grip tightening. "You…" he said darkly. "Are really beginning to annoy."

She tried to inhale, in an attempt to get in a breath that actually gave her some relief. She lifted her hands, trying to pry his hand away, but he was much stronger than she was. "I'm…sorry." She barely gasped out, her eyes beginning to water.

"Ch." He sneered at her. "No you're not." He rose, dragging her up by her neck. "Now go back into the room." He said, flinging her in that direction, causing her to stumble a bit and place her hand on the wall for support as her body was wracked with coughs from not being able to breathe. She didn't even bother to look back at him, fear overwhelming her. She hurried towards his room, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried not to cry.

Her life was over, she must have died and was now living in here for something horrible she had done. She shut the door behind her quickly and collapsed onto the bed, curling into the fetal position. She didn't care anymore how scared she was to sleep. She just wanted darkness and its empty comfort. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed that sleep would take her so she would be free from this hell hole, even for a short amount of time.