"Personal Sacrifices"
Pairings: SasuXSaku
Chapter 2: The Physical Pangs
Sakura's valient scream was let loose through out the hollow room.
Orochimaru's white fangs quickly retracted from her sore skin. His new playtoy had just been breached. His head floated back into position as he got onto one of his clothed knees. Sakura's hands clenched her collar bone area. The burning sensation that was now being focused onto one place of her body was causing more and more tear build up in her ducts. There was no way she could possibly maintain balance and thus fell forward to Orochimaru's feet. The malicious man softly stroked her shaking head of hair.
"Now, my pet. That wasn't so bad was it?" he sneered.
Sakura didn't dare look at him. If she wanted to, she couldn't work up the strength in the first place. Of course it was bad. It was more then bad. It was grotescally horrible. The feeling of someone taking a heated kunai and ripping her chest open with her bonded to a chair. No. That wasn't even enough to describe it. She released her grip, hands still placed on her chest and closed her lids tightly. Tears fell from her eyes, through her cheeks, and down her soft lips. Because of the way she had fallen, they had eventually made there way onto the cold, hard floor.
"What's wrong little Sakura-san? Can't withstand the pain? Perhaps you'll die, but that would be an awful shame." he mocked.
"I'll," she struggled to get to at least her knees "be f-fine."
Sakura fell instantly and felt her head beginning to swell.
"Like I said. It would be a shame to lose such a rare treasure as yourself." he stated while slowly lifting her weakened form into his arms.
She felt sick, not only by the curse mark, but by the fact that he, himself, Orochimaru, was now carrying her vintage bridal style. Normally he had beckoned servants to do--
"Sasuke, take her downstairs to a respectable room. Lock the door from the outside. Oh and, be gentle, our young friend here seems to have taken on the curse mark in much more painful ways." he laughed.
Sakura's facial remarks widened as much as they possibly could with out straining her face. Her earlier prediction of the unwary shinobi being Kabuto, were obviously proven wrong.
"Understood." came a deep voice from the shadows.
Sakura's heart lurched. There was barely any light at all in the room so there was no way of knowing that it was for sure Sasuke. Wait, why was her heart lurching if she was now in love with Naruto? It was like a feeling she could never get rid of, a desire she could never tame. Was Naruto merely a cover-up? No. No?
The sound of the approaching figure's feet made her gulp. At that precise moment, a wave of pain immediatley began to sweep her body...
and
all
it
could
do
was
panic.
Sakura fainted in Orochimaru's arms.
