DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
Okay, a great big apology to those who read the earlier chapter 2 haha I am so so sorry, I tend to get too into what I am doing and type out quick without even thinking till my fingers get blisters. Then I re-read it a few times and realized I missed out a few key stuff, and decided to rewrite the whole thing. Anyways, hope you guys can forgive me and I hope this one is better than the last. hahaha
Hope you guys like it!
She'd been running for hours; years it felt like.
Till her body was numb, till she didn't even realize that she had sunk flat in to the icy cold ground.
Am I going to die here?
Hanabi stared at her still fingers that were halfway buried in the snow, her blue-ish pale lips murmuring nostalgic words. It was an old folk song, one Hinata used to sing all the time.
She'd sit by the window near the kitchen after a tiring day at the fields and stare out into the empty plains around their home, her body swaying as she hummed. Most times Hanabi would rest her head on Hinata's lap and listen to the tune as a delicate hand patted her back soothingly, sighing happily as though their lives were perfect.
With the last bit of strength she had, the girl mechanically turned her head, looking back at the white abyss, searching the blanket of snow surrounding her; hoping that her sister would emerge from the depths and wrap her arms around her.
Hold her close, keep her safe and warm and never let her go.
Those were the thoughts that ran through her mind before her eyes completely shut close, a small reminiscent smile on her lips.
Nee-san...
The room was small and dimly lit; with nothing but a candle on the table illuminating the darkness as all their rooms were. A thin slender figure stood silent by the door frame, indifferent to the shattering screams and cries for help. She didn't get involved, she merely watched with observant deep brown eyes, mildly interested in the unfamiliar face.
"Calm yourself child," The older woman struggled to keep the hysterical Hyuuga still, worried as her breaths became heavier, more laboured. Problems would rise if she fell sick.
"Let me go – I, I need to find my sister!" She screamed, her hand stretching out towards the door that seemed so far out of reach.
"Let me go, this is not my place..."
Jen sighed, the pale woman she restrained in her arms breaking down in tears, limbs convulsing with her sobs.
"Calm down." A wrinkled, bony hand ran up and down her jerking back, in attempt to steady her breathing.
"You... should know by now what has transpired."
Wailing echoed through the dark halls, trembling hands covering her wet cheeks and puffy eyes; embarrassed, terrified, repulsed.
"This is where you belong now. Your body, your life, are property of the western soldiers that reside here."
Jen stroked coarse strands of indigo hair comfortingly when she shook her head, refusing to accept the hard truth. A slight pang of guilt hit her as shimmering ivory clashed with her smoky gray orbs. There was no other choice, nothing she could do; she couldn't set her free. This was what the men wanted, what he wanted.
And she knew all too well what would happen if he was defied.
There was just something about torturing a man with his bare hands.
Something ecstatic, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. There was a lot less blood, a lot slower yet much more satisfying than using his blade.
Was it the sound of their bones crushing under his force?
Or was it the way it felt when they slowly, painfully turned limp?
"I am not a very patient man," Heavy boots clanked against the hard damp floor, a heavy sigh was heard before a leather glove was thrown haphazardly on to the floor.
There was a mad smirk on his lips as he watched his victim struggle, an eerie silence followed, panic rising.
The general inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes for a brief moment as he relished the man's pain filled cry, bolts of electricity cracking on to bare flesh from the tip of his finger.
"It's simple really,"
Crack. Crack. Crack.
"Tell me where they are and I'll stop."
Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
Tears and saliva spilled as the cries continued, his gruesome torture halting just as he thought the man was at the near death. Deadly crimson eyes trailed over the marred skin, admiring his work.
"K – Kill me – "An audible gulp,
"I-I will never tell you... where the Resistance is... Just kill me." He shook his head, reduced from a proud, strong enemy, to a lowly victim begging for death.
"Do you really think you'll have it that easy?" A deep, dark chuckle resounded sending shivers down his spine as a strong hand fisted in his hair, forcing him to look straight in to his eyes.
"I am afraid you still have a long way to go."
Dire screams erupted once more as spiralling blood red eyes transported the captive into a world of nightmares. He'd make sure to display the remnants of this pitiful body once he was done, so the rest would know what awaits if they went against Uchiha Sasuke.
"Come now, you're going to ruin your good looks." Jen smiled, wiping the tears off her porcelain cheeks with a small laugh, hoping that it'd calm her nerves.
Those eyes of hers were still watery and fearful, though now they seemed empty and even tired.
Tiny hands fisted on to the thin fabric of the plain dress they'd given her, chewing on her lip silently, solemnly drowning in her thoughts.
"Don't worry, all you have to do is listen and do as you're told. Nobody will hurt you my child,"
Reassuringly she stroked her chin, discreetly examining every little detail of her face.
She was certainly one to look at, the general would be pleased.
"They'll be back soon. If they request tea, make them tea. As long as you're obedient they will treat you as they should."
She hoped.
"I – I" Hinata stammered, gulping down the lump in her throat.
"I will pay you back what I am worth. Please, let me go."
Jen frowned, scratching her head. The girl just didn't seem to understand.
Seeing the woman's expression Hinata lowered her head in disappointment, lips pinched and cheeks burning as fresh tears spilled.
"Maya," Jen sighed, sounding exhausted.
"Take her to the kitchen and show her the way around. Teach her how to behave before they return."
Maya rolled her eyes to heaven, seemingly annoyed that she got stuck with the sobbing wreck.
The kid was always crying, since she'd first woke up till now. Weak, cowardly, she hated sad sods like these, always needing someone to hold their hand, always whining about the way things turned out. Life wasn't fair; things like these were common in the land now.
As young as she was, she needed to learn to accept that fact.
"Tea packets are up in the cabinet. The general prefers tea over coffee, and make sure you don't put even a spoon of sugar in his drinks. He usually takes his drinks in his room because he hates it when the others force him to share." She glanced at the girl from time to time, frowning as she noticed that her head was bowed, as though she hadn't been listening.
"Also don't ever resist the general no matter what he asks you to do, unless you have a death wish."
Suddenly she seemed more attentive, her shoulders tensing at the mention of death.
Coward, a coward she was. This Hinata girl, disgusted her.
Things were getting dull around here.
Other than a warm bed and the same old female servants satiating him, there wasn't much to look forward to. Maybe a new toy would change his mind about things.
Curious eyes were plastered to her back, silently watching every slight twitch.
Briefly his eyes flickered to the tray of coffee on his table, left and forgotten by the oblivious woman.
A shivering pale hand was pressed against the cold, transparent glass, pearlescent eyes staring down with longing. She could see the land around the mansion, fully covered in snow, somewhere beyond lay her small, wooden, heatless hut; her home.
"I hope you're not thinking of escaping through that window."
Long raven locks swayed, her unique scent wafting in the air as she turned in surprise, her back hitting the wall.
"It's a long way down."
Striking, petrifying red eyes were burning into hers, head tilted in fascination.
Frightened enigmatic eyes were red rimmed and puffy, yet they reeled him in, the scarlet tint on her cheeks contrasting her pallor amused him, red quivering lips were inviting him. Intentionally his eyes lowered down her creamy neck, lingering at her heaving chest, licking his lips.
Jen chose well.
"Go ahead and run if you wish," His calloused touch burned her sensitive skin, brushing her lips and cheek, intensifying her blush.
"I'd love to see how far you get. Though I'd best warn you, you will not enjoy what happens once I catch you."
Yes, he liked this one. Adorable, the way she recoiled from him, stumbling away like a frightened puppy, the look of sheer horror on her pretty little face; it gave him pleasure.
"Come here, little mouse. I am not in the mood to chase."
Malevolent desire was glinting in his eyes, paralyzing her with overwhelming fear.
He wanted to know, if she felt as soft as she looked, if she tasted as sweet as her scent.
"W-Wait," Feeble hands resisted, pushing flat on his hard chest as strong arms hooked around her waist, pressing his muscled body on to her.
"Quiet," He growled, squeezing her possessively, lips roaming bare skin without permission, enjoying her odd high pitched noises of protests.
"S-Stop – "She swallowed, hard. Her weak pushes were of no use, he overpowered her with no effort at all, adamantly leaving a trail of fire on her neck with his quirked lips, her squirms and struggles making him crave for more contact, hungry for traces of translucent skin.
"If you keep moving like that you're going to get me too excited."
Her squeal gave him pure ecstasy as his teeth lightly grazed the patch of skin below her jaw, a hot wet tongue sliding across her warm skin, making her shudder in disgust. He could practically taste her innocence and purity, his hands compelled, aching to rip that dress to shreds and taint her.
"P-P-Please – " The heat was making her dizzy, her head spinning, consciousness fading each time his moist lips pressed on to her skin. He was determined to increase their proximity till there was absolutely no space between them, heightening her distress. He groaned into her ear, hands sliding up and down her sides, feeling the curves hidden beneath her garment. The scent of his sweat and musk filled her nostrils as he continued his ministrations, his dark tresses tickling her cheek. Nobody touched her like this; nobody had humiliated her like this.
More, he wanted more.
More of her begging, more of the sensation of her skin, more of those rebellious thrashing.
Violate her. Break her. Destroy her. Make her bleed.
Soon, slowly in time. He'd make sure he enjoys this woman as much as he can.
He pulled away though their bodies were still connected intimately.
Her brows curved pitifully, eyes sorrowful and shimmering, cheeks wet, her entire face beet red, even her ears. If he had gone further she might have exploded.
"W-Why are you d-doing this?" Her voice drowned, body shaking.
His chuckle made her jump, the twisted smirk he had on froze her in place.
"Because my dear," Rough fingers lifted her chin, thumb smoothing over the delicate skin.
"I can. You are my property."
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