This is my totally first fic ever! I am not English, so I am asking for your guys to be indulgent with me! I am sorry if the prologue is not long enough but I am very optimist about the fact that the upcoming chapters will be longer and more satisfying. I would greatly appreciate for your guys to review!
::Prologue ::
The pestilential odor lingering in the air made her even more nauseous than the previous days. It was quite something to see your friends, your superiors being taken by force in front of your eyes, when your enchained hands couldn't do anything to help nor to shield your view, and then having to breathe in the disgusting smell of rape, blood, sweat and sex. It was pain, cruelty, sadism.
She bowed her head to vomit some more. She didn't remember the last time she had succeeded in retaining food since she was bound to the cold, rocky walls. Nothing else could be expected from such a fragile person as she was than to already lose her mind, when Yūhi Kurenai, Inuzuka Hana or Yamanaka Ino were restraining sobs of pain when guardians came to visit them. She couldn't realize the luck she had for not having given in to Kiba. She couldn't grasp the importance of what she had intact. She was unaware of what not only her talents and status, but her body as well, meant.
Her releases streamed down her chin, in a repulsive ooze. She gave the impression of being deeply sick which had made her jailer call for a doctor that at the same time had verified a few things on other parts of her body. His diagnostic had been more than satisfying. Not only had the slave driver recuperated a Hyūga maiden, but the lass was a pure virgin, a real godsend. She would most probably be sold to Kumogakure if they had the amount of money he required for her.
The barred gate glided to its left in a horrible screech, permitting to an enormous man to enter and direct himself right to a minuscule, fever-burning young woman, her head tilted to the side, traces of saliva and regurgitated food adorning the area around blood-red, pulp, minute lips. Long strands of glossy black hair were the only clothing she had to camouflage her womanly curves. A shiver, as if her lidded orbs have been wide open to notice the man indelicately tugging at her chains, crossed her spine.
"Hey, slut, wake up."
A harsh punch to her shoulder made her eyelids slowly open up, revealing chaste, pupil-less, milky eyes, blurred by never-ending tears.
"Stand up, slut!"
She had become quite accustomed to those diminishing words that she didn't pay more attention to them than to her name being uttered. Not that it matter. Nothing mattered anymore since all those she had loved had been killed or raped in front of her eyes. Only she remained physically untouched, only she, alone like she always had been.
Like a chiffon doll, she remained limp when dragged on the filthy ground like a dog by the chains linking her arms to her guard. It was with great difficulty that she stood up on her numb legs and followed the man that hadn't stopped pulling on her metallic leashes.
She maybe should have turned around to take a last glimpse at her friends and masters, yet didn't. She could not do anything for them as she wasn't even able to care for herself.
Her naked and filthy form shuddered at the glacial drafts caressing her like human hands. It was a real hell to stroll so exposed to the lustful stares of men, guardians or prisoners. It was pain to hear them whisper disgusting words to her when she would pass by them. It was cruelty for them to outstretch a hand and grab a hip through barred gates. It was sadism for her guardian to let his own desire so visible to her unsullied sight.
She was nothing but a toy, and was bowing with submission to that new reality as she had to her weakness.
Each one of her steps was more excruciating than the previous, each one of her breaths hitched in her throat with panicked anticipation. She did not want to know what would happen, yet was preparing herself, body and mind, to the worst possible outcomes.
It was with quite some surprise that she was introduced into the slave drivers personal office.
His piercing little eyes were the first thing to welcome her into the dim room. An old woman by his side was examining her with more interest than all those men had, not bothering to greet her guardian.
"Here's the slut, Kyōgu-sama."
"Good, good. You can go now, Hisha."
The man that had leaded her went away without any ceremony, leaving her behind, uncertain if she had to be relieved or alarmed.
The old woman gave her a reassuring smile.
"She is the one our customer has asked for, Kyōgu."
"I don't know, oka-san. Kumo's delegation has still to arrive. Their price might compete with his …"
"Don't be ridiculous, Kyōgu. You would not want such a man as he is to cause any problems to us, would you?"
"Anyways, he only wants to use her as a maid, not like a prototype or like a prostitute. I still think that with all her talents for music and dance, we could at least sell her to a wealthy okiya. She would without any doubt become a great oiran, maybe even the greatest. Look at her, oka-san! It had taken all my implication to restrain my men not to taint her …"
"What have I done to have such a stupid son?! You truly want to attract all the attention on you, don't you? And what would you do with the wrath of a man such as he is and all his organization on your back? Don't be stupid, and obey your old mama!"
"But …"
"No but!"
Those two were talking about her as if she wasn't present. It was strange because they were really giving her the impression of being nothing but a ghost, an immaterial being floating in the space.
A loud knock on the office's door interrupted their quarrel and without even waiting for the authorization to penetrate the room, a silver-haired man stormed in, dressed in a heavy black cloak which's wide neck covered half of his face.
"Where is she?" was the only thing he said as greeting.
"Ah, Hidan-sama! You came! I thought Pein-sama would be the one to present himself!"
"That motherfucker has better things to do. So, old piece of crap, where is the Hyūga bitch?"
The old lady, even if that newcomer couldn't be less polite, kept her serene smile on her features under the lass's horror.
"Just behind you, Hidan-sama"
In a violent movement, he was facing her, his intense magenta eyes stabbing her right through the heart.
He was so near of her that she could feel the heat emanating from his body. She noticed an arrow of surprise traverse his orbs, his lips twitching in the corners of his sensual mouth.
His body was almost touching hers. He was inspecting her from head to toe, his stare remaining for a longer time on her exposed breast only covered by a faint veil of somber hair and her womanhood bared to his assessment.
She could sense his steady breath stroking her forehead.
She was completely subjugated by his odd orbs, but who was she to judge which eyes were peculiar?
All her fear had disappeared as had her surroundings, only for their silhouettes to stay behind. There was something in him she had felt, something stirring that had anesthetized her. This little something had left him the right to pass a leather gloved hand through her silken strands without her waking up from what seemed to be a trance. She did not discern the ache of his hand fisting in her hair and her head being pulled back, her jaw slacked, her mouth falling open for the amber liquid detained in a bottle his other hand brought to her mouth to be liberated on her tongue and swallowed right away by her throat.
"I am taking her" were the only words she perceived before darkness and deadness engulfed her in their cavernous intestines.