Author's Notes: Hey peeps, this is my first fanfic ever (well that I bothered to fully write out on the internet) Hinata's mother lives in this, the reason how nobody has noticed well...you'll find out :D, This is set 1 week after Naruto came back from his 3 yr training, but he is still generally unliked by most people (exception is shika-kun, lee-kun, chou-kun, shino-kun (they won't have much contact) neji-kun, kono-kun, the ichiraku's, his godparents and more who will be listed, I won't relist them only the one's not added) also, Naruto tried to release kyuubi earlier during his training so his father changed seal to make it extremely tight (only thing he got now is regenerative powers (but there're watered down too))ohm, pairing WILL end in naruhina (I WILL make it work :D), other pairings I pick but for my next fic there's a poll on my file so... ya know :D. Uhm, R&R plz?

UPDATE: Hinata confessed a week before this but Naruto nvr answered her until she got tired and snapped, taking him hostage.

Uhm...yah so what text means...

Thoughts

"Talking emphasis"

"Talking"

Kyuubi/inner Hinata

P.O.V. narrator style

Hinata's

I was walking down a dark corridor in my underground mansion (it was as quarter big as konoha was, save for the part containing N.E) pulling my prisoner with a chain. I was careful of scratching the chain as my kaa-chan had bought it for me, and as she had tamed my tou-san, I am doing the same to the love of my life

Whether he wants it or not!

As I was walking I was admiring my lover and watched with glee as he didn't seem to shy away from me anymore, yes he has come to understand his position... He was stark naked and I was eye-raping him. I took in the rest of his delicious features.

His usually spiked hair was hanging more limply with his neck hairs on edge, as if it reflected his mood, his eyes were blindfolded, but I was sure that if they were off they would be duller and show pain and fear. His mouth was gagged and the chain I was holding was surround his neck with spikes facing outwards... and blunt ones facing in. His neck was surely covered in bruises.

I looked at his neck to make sure... ahh perfection, many colourful stains littered his neck; purple, yellow, orange, black, light green and even red, though I'm sure the red ones aren't bruise marks. I continued my observing.

His whisker marks were more broad and darker, making him look feral but helpless at the same time. His chiselled body, not to mention his blemish free skin, was showed off to me, and I was very much enjoying the show. But then I noticed something strange. He body was shivering, but with closer inspection I realized he was crying,

THE NERVE OF HIM!

I jerked the chain in my hand and flashed the whip over my head menacingly, and he being the nervous wreck he is, continued his crying. I snorted at him and put my palms to the manacles on his legs and wrists, connected to each other and channelled chakra into it, increasing how much chakra it blocks he wasn't the only one who studied sealing... With his chakra sealed even tighter he stopped crying to conserve his energy. Well at least that's what I'm assuming.

He was now slightly limping as he was crawling on all fours; with even less chakra to support him, crawling was a chore for him.

Soon we reached the corridor's end, which had a single door on the wall. As if my pet could sense where he was he started whimpering like crazy, putting a small dog to shame.

I unlocked the door and saw my favourite room out of all, my torture room. Filled to the brim with the latest torture equipment courtesy of T&I, I had everything I needed in here to break him, to make him submit to me, to make him MINE.

I grinned as I strapped him onto the table putting more restraints on him. I released the gag just so I could hear him scream that or hear him cuss me out; though he will receive double if he does...he knows that

I giggled and licked his ear sensually, giggling gently, but instead of jerking away from me he dry heaved, body wracking and his breaths going irregular. This had annoyed me to no end and I slapped him on the face. Hard. I left an angry red mark on his pale face, and then kissed it. As this was going on he was very quiet, submissive even, I wonder what's going on...? I soon got my answer when my pet started cussing and threatening me with everything imaginable.

"Mistress..." he started, with obvious distaste "When I get out of here... you are DEAD, understand DEAD. I will murder you for pu-" His rant was abruptly cut, courtesy of my gentle fist striking his throat. He coughed for a few minutes, coughed for a few seconds then let his head relax on the table, waiting for the torture sure to come.

Authors Note: Um should I continue it, I mean I'm not really sure, remember R&R!