Finally the end! I'm just so happy that I can get this posted and done, and then start work on everything else I have. I have some major cleaning-up to do when it comes to my story, and have bits and pieces of new chapters just waiting for me to complete them. So I'll get started on them after this.

Just a little note that I forgot to put in the last chapter; the entire plot of Blind is completely separate from Nameless. Meaning, it's a whole other world, whole other storyline, there's no connection in between the two. I just wanted to make that clear to avoid some confusion that may or may not arise. Sorry.

This chapter holds gore and sexual themes. If you dislike any of that, do not read. (It's not like it's detailed, though.)

Disclaimer: I do not own the original Naruto characters. I only own the use of the plot.


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Betrayal

Blind (Part Two)


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She was never brief when it came to her whippings.

Going down to the Dungeon every day and personally punishing those slaves that still refused to obey her orders, was something that they ought to be honored about. Having their Lady, who was such a regal character, give them their punishments herself, and not just have another slave or one of the Masters do it, was something that few slaves rarely experienced.

So far, she had only had to do it to three of the people who belonged to the group. They were such stubborn characters; fighting her with each swing and trying to hold back their emotions. But when she switched to a whip made of rope, they could no longer hold their screams back.

Currently, she performed one in front of all the slaves. While normally she would not do this, seeing as how this was that little bratty child whom she had been forced to touch, she found that the occasion was special enough for her to have the room fully lit by candles, and for all eyes to watch as she slashed the child with the whip over and over.

"Never disobey my orders." She said as the whip continued to crack and make a revolting sound as it broke through the child's skin easier that it would for an adult. "You obey me — I am your Lady." Snap, snap! "I was so nice to you in the beginning, too, and you suddenly decided to become spoiled and request more from me than I am willing to give. Ah! Human children are so disrespectful." Snap, snap!

She continued the punishment until the child lay motionless on the floor. Its bare back was covered in large wounds and blood was leaking everywhere, and tears continued to stream from its eyes as its face — twisted with a look of horror present on it, and turned as it lay against the cold stone floor — hung with its mouth open. It was shaking. Its cut nails were bleeding from having scratched at the ground hard, as they tried to escape.

There were slight gagging noising heard; it was struggling to breathe.

She looked at it with disgust.

"What ghastly-smelling blood you have." She said to it as she handed her whip to one of the Dungeon slaves, and had it return it to where she stored her materials. "Honestly, to think that someone such as you was allowed to walk into my manor…" She heaved a sigh, moving her hand to touch her cool forehead as though trying to relieve the pain from a headache.

She paused to look around at all the slaves in the room. She has had them for three weeks now, and it was clear that hope was beginning to diminish. There were many who had tried their hardest not to look at or hear the scene she had just performed. Some looked on in horror. Others had emotionless looks on their faces. A few had broken down and cried. She was certain there were some who were even planning their escape.

"Tomorrow I will assess you all in your loyalty to me." She stated to the room. "If you do well, you will move up a level to where things are more pleasant — surely your stomachs starve for proper nutrition, and your bodies wish to be disinfected." The slaves on the lower level were given horrible conditions in order to break them in more easily; unlike her personal slaves, they were treated lower than humans; she didn't see them as living, conscious beings at all. "Fail and you will remain here — or worse. The monthly slave purging is coming in a fortnight, and I believe that none of you wish to be burned alive, yes?" She asked as she intertwined her fingers together before her chin, and gave them all a sickly sweet smile. "I will not be here until then — all punishments will be taken care of by the Masters of the lower level — so be on your best behaviors, yes?" She giggled, cocking her head slightly to the side.

She then began to leave the room. She lifted her dress and walked over the child with her shoes and weight trampling its body, as it was in her path and she would not divert it.

As she stepped harshly on its hand, the child flinched and gave out a muffled crying; the tears leaking faster. She thought nothing of it, but instead ordered the slaves of the Dungeon to clean up the "mess" that she was forced to walk over, and to have the floors properly cleaned.

They began to do as such without a single complaint, and after the bottom of her shoes had been cleaned and she was lifted onto her comfortable paladin, she took one last look at what had been her insurance in keeping her good image with the slaves still in a fantasy, and went off.

Now she would need to find of a new way to keep the sweet Lady look present in their mind.


"Lady Sakura, may I ask, where is—"

It was one of the humans who still lived in her side of the manor. The woman had been put in the position of a maid, and was assigned the task of cleaning the bedrooms that she and her companions currently stayed at, every day. She had just gone to clean the room of the small child, and noticed its lack in attendance. Normally, the little girl is always there when she goes to do the morning cleaning.

"Ah… she…" As she had determined she would do, she placed a sad expression on her face and went to place her hands on her face. Shaking her head left and right, she forced tears to flow down her perfect cheeks as she conjured a saddening tale on her tongue. "Last night… she left the manor and… oh goodness — it is so terrible!"

"Lady Sakura…" The young woman said; she was unsure as to what to do in that situation.

"I… I do not understand! I treated her so well — she was my daughter!" It was tough for her to display such weakness, even if it was just a façade. And having the human woman come to her and comfort her, while touching her and crying atop her, was maddening. She wished to have the female no longer touch her; she'd break her fingers one-by-one to ensure that she never touched her again.

But that would do her no good. These slaves that would one day fully personally serve her were quite talented and useful. Already she has seen improvements in the workings of the castle from having them work. It was very lovely to always wake-up to polished floors and silverware, each vase cleaned and all drapery dusted. Normally it would take much longer for the small crew she currently had to do all those tasks, but with these extra slaves, the efficiency had gone so high; to lessen them, even by one number, was something she wished not to do.

"It is alright, Lady Sakura, I… I am certain that she is in a better place."


Out of all of her new breed of slaves, she had, of course, given more attention to the males than the females. She already had many females slaves — as most of her friends were male, she needed an ample supply to keep them happy — and while she was a highly-dignified Lady, she would not deny that she had her own cravings of flesh, too.

Intimacy was something that she, as a beautiful woman, naturally craved. She wished to be told that she was loved and adored, and placed on a high pedestal. While she would not have anything worth mentioning with a human, they were a good stand-in for when she finally found her mate.

It was the usual practice of her society, those days.

Of those males, she had focused her attention on one Uchiha Sasuke. He came of a land ten miles away and was quite the intelligent young man. He had recently been studying in a university when, out of nowhere, he decided to live off of his own fortune and not rely on his wealthy parents. It was after searching for a job for two weeks that he stumbled upon her main slave, who was looking for new recruits to work at her Lady's manner. Naturally, he asked many questions about the pay, condition, how long and so on. In the end, it had been a good deal for him — exactly what he needed to continue finishing his studies — and he accepted.

She had not noticed him at first. He was handsome, she would not deny, but so were the other males that had been brought in, and that made him blend in with the crowd. However, he stood out in the efficiency of his work, and the aura that she got off of him.

Eventually she had found herself staring at him from her windows, watching him work in the back garden of her manor and make the land suitable for planting. (She needed something else to have all her slaves do, and as the food did take quite some time to reach her castle, she decided on having a garden planted and grown to keep a constant supply of good food coming to her more quickly — she also planned on expanding that and perhaps adding a farm of some sort for meat.) What had taken her to notice him was this very act. All she had done was debrief the new "workers" on her plans and he volunteered to toil with the land, despite most certainly not having to. She had tried to see if he was just making face, but it had turned out that he was very passionate about it.

"What do you think of that slave, Uchiha?" She asked her main slave one day. The young woman was serving her tea in her study as she reviewed the plans for the garden, as well as other things that were requested of her.

"He is a hard worker." She said softly, as always.

"I think so as well." She said as she took the tea; not blood, but tea, as she could drink specifically-brewed high-class human food, as well. She just chose to drink blood in the evenings and before dawn arose, to keep her energy level normal. "He seems very good at organizing the slaves that are toiling along with him to cultivate the land… I wonder if I ought to pursue a more… personal relationship with him…?" She said as a sly smile came across her face.

"If you wish it, Lady Sakura, so be it." Her slave said.

"Ah! But he seems to have a very level-headed character. Unlike the other males who have certainly warmed their hearts for me, he has not. He is very focused on his work and earning his wage—" She briefly giggled. "—whatever am I to do to get his attention?"

"Seduce him." She offered; as though it were the plainest thing in the world.

"That is right — however could I have forgotten of my own charm?" The Lady said with a smile on her face. "Human or not, no male on this land can resist me. After all, I am strikingly beautiful, do you not believe so?" She asked her, her luminescent green eyes shining with false innocence.

The slave nodded, putting away the kettle.

Her Lady laughed. "It would be easy to get him to follow my every word, as well. I have already set the scene perfectly: widowed Lady of a rich Lord, no children, in a desperately sad situation now that her precious child has gone." She exhaled. "I can go to him for comfort and use those moments to build our relationship. In time, I will get him to give me his full and earnest trust… and then I will crush it."

Her eyes, the slave noticed, were alive with diabolic glee.


That night was their first encounter.

She had made sure to make it something obvious; her crying loudly in the child's once-room, holding a single toy that had not been disposed of, while sitting on the washed and changed sheets, with the door ajar.

She did so just when he came in from a hard day's worth of work, and would certainly pass by it on his way to his own quarters. Surely enough, he found her crying form and — being the gentleman that he was — could simply not leave her there to be. Making sure that he looked presentable enough, he knocked on the door and caught her attention, opening the wooden door slightly more to allow his face to peak in and show her his presence.

"Yes?" She asked; her voice watery and tears still coming from her eyes.

"I fear I have heard your heart break of sadness, Lady Sakura." He said in a deep, rich and enticing voice. Why, the first time she had heard it, she would have assumed that he was of her kind if it were not for the fact that he was surely of human flesh. "…My humblest apologies towards your loss."

"Ah—!" She said as she grabbed a handkerchief from her side and began to use it to wipe at her face. "No, no, it is alright. While I accept your apology, there is nothing to apologize for. None of this was your doing."

"I surveyed the land for her, while I was out there today." He admitted, surprising her in the fullest. "My search was unsuccessful, at best."

She tried to show her best impression of a smile with sadness mixed into the moment of relief. "That is very kind of you, Mr. Uchiha." She said to him. "I never asked you to do such a thing, yet you still searched for her out of your own will — what a kind man you are… just like my late husband." She added in.

"I thank you for the compliment, but I am certain that I am not even half the man your husband was." He said, respectfully declining her compliment. "I searched for the young girl due to the fact that I know, first-hand, what it is like to be separated from one's mother. It is a feeling I do not wish on anyone." He said to her without sign of embarrassment.

"You miss your mother?" She asked.

"Yes. Leaving the house to go to the university was both one of the most exciting yet heartbreaking moments of my life." He said, moving to step further in the room now that they seemed to go into a conversation. He felt it both rude and awkward to stay standing behind the door; of all the things this Lady needed, that was not one of them. "I… hope you do not mind my coming in." He said.

She smiled. "Of course not, Mr. Uchiha — I find your current presence here very soothing for my aching heart."

They continued their conversation and he revealed to her more of his past and his love for his family, which was why he wished to make them very proud by surviving out in the world on his own, and she continued to play the part of a heartbroken woman. Every now and then she would drop hints of her loneliness and how vulnerable she currently was to most everything. She was certain he was of a high intelligence enough to pick up on them, but he made no indication that he did.

In the end, their conversation pleasantly ended with her asking him to have tea with her at some point; lying that she was very much interested in hearing of his career goals for attending university, and why it was that he was working for her.

"I gladly accept your invitation, Lady Sakura." He said as he stood from the chair in the room that she had motioned him to sit on, and began to take his leave. "Please, have pleasant dreams." He said to her as he finally left the room, and closed the door tightly behind him.

When she could no longer sense his presence, she tore the plush toy in her hand into pieces, and then threw it out the window. Going for her handkerchief, she began to wipe her hands. That had been something disgusting for her to do. That toy had that child's awful stench on it, and having it so near to her when she clearly disliked it, had been torturous.

But

It appeared to be worth it, as she had now opened a new level of communication with the young Uchiha.

Her seduction plan was going perfectly.


They had tea on one of the following days, as was promised, and she was surprised to see that he had taken the time and effort to dress himself in one of the few suits that he had brought along with him, and even brush his usually spiky hair back until it was smoothly against his head.

"My, my," she said as she stood from her seat in the library, and fully acknowledged him. Looking him up and down, dressed ever so handsomely in his attire, she half wanted to throw out the seduction plan as a whole, and simply take him at that very moment. However, she saw misfortune coming from that, and did not feel as though she ought to have all the time she has spent incubating him, wasted. "You certainly know how to clean up very well, Mr. Uchiha."

"You look exquisite yourself, Lady Sakura." He said coolly. She looked beautiful as always in another extravagant gown and her pink locks flowing and shining in the dim lighting of the candlelight.

She smiled, adding to her attractiveness.

"Why thank you. Come, Mr. Uchiha, have a seat."

He sat across from her and over light snacks they continued their conversation; focusing on what he was to do with his future. He had large aspirations in life, wanting to develop a transcontinental trading system that would connect all of the different countries and lands together, in favorable harmony.

It was something that she did not expect to come out of his mouth, but the surprise of it and seeing how much it meant to him, made her want to say that he would never achieve it.

But she held back.

"What trading policies would you have, Mr. Uchiha? Would they vary from country to country? Or be… general and applicable to all?"

She kept the conversation going, having him speak more than she did in order to better study him. To fully capture him, she would have to learn of his discrepancies. Having him speak, especially about his past and future, was the best way to do that; during which, she leaned back into her chair, and continued to eye him discretely.

My, my, handsome indeed… He was a good catch for a slave. She was certain that if any of her companions saw him, whether male or female, they, too, would want to have him.

Her desire to break him grew. Oh how she enjoyed messing with a pretty face. She would give unto him the cruelest of pleasures and make him experience Hell beneath her roof. She already had quite a long list of things planned for him once she broke the illusion, but until then, she would continue to enjoy this unsatisfying chitchat until things got more serious…


They had small interactions after that.

Brief conversations when they passed each other, showing mutual interest in the same books that lined the library walls, and several times she had actually gone-out in the evening and watched him work, only to deliver onto him a small refreshing drink as a reward, later on.

These little things piled up on one another, until she found herself making much more progress with him than she had expected. It was clear by his less stoic body language that he had let his guard down around her, which was exactly what she needed, and as doing this had been the key to her plan of seduction succeeding, she found it all to be on the right track.

"If I am to get closer to him," she said to her main slave, one day. "I must first have all the unnecessary pieces removed."

"What would you like me to do, Lady Sakura?"

"I will send him on a trip to the nearest village to get the seeds for the garden, as the land is good enough to start planting on. During which have those from the Dungeon take in the workers currently living on my side of the manor. Make sure that this is done quickly and that their existence in this side of the manor has been fully removed by the time Mr. Uchiha returns. I will then use my skill in memory altering to make him forget about them all, as though he was the only one I sent for..."

"Very well Lady Sakura."


The next day, while she continued to sleep, the plan went into action. The main slave sent him off with a horse, carriage and shopping list, and asked that he returned by the time the Lady awakened from her sleep. He promised to do so, and when he was going up the pathway of the mountain, she summoned those from the Dungeon and had them pluck the slaves one-by-one from their positions, and begin to shatter the lie for them.

While this occurred, she had the rest of the slaves that, along with her, lived on the same side of the manor as her Lady, begin to clean the rooms. She would do none of the cleaning, as it was her duty to inspect the rooms and make sure that they did not look as though they were recently inhabited, but still warm and comfortable.

The sheets were replaced and the used ones washed, the floors were cleaned, and sweet-smelling candles were burned to rid the room of the distinctive smell of inhabitance. (She herself could not smell it, but her Lady could, and disliked it.)

By the time they were nearly done, she was informed that her Lady had awakened. Taking the usual morning group with her, they went through the routine that they always did depending on whether her Lady chose to eat or bathe first (today she chose to bathe), and then began to inform her on the progress for the preparations.

"The slaves have been removed to the Dungeon, and Mr. Uchiha ought to be arriving sometime soon." She said.

"Good, good." The Lady responded. As always, she enjoyed course after course for her breakfast, and continued to wash it down with the blood in her champagne glass. Tasting it, she was surprised by its sweetness. "Whose blood is this?" She asked.

"I do believe it belongs to one of the slaves that were removed from here, today. As part of the process, some of their blood was taken and the tasters found that it would suit you well, Lady Sakura." She informed. The Lady took another sip; it was odd, she had never quite tasted blood as sweet as that, before, but it was not something she disliked.

"Why? Does it displease you?" The slaves in the room prepared for their Lady to throw the glass and have another blood-spilling incident.

"Not at all… its sweetness is… oddly refreshing." She swished the blood around in the glass for a few more moments, before taking more sips of it. It was nice to have such a unique drink every now and then, and seeing as how today held a special occasion to it, sweet blood was just what she needed.

Finishing her meal, her ears were able to hear the sounds of the carriage returning to her manor, before her slaves informed her of it. Letting a smile cross her face, she decided to get into her position for when he entered.

That evening the gown she wore held a transparent veil to it, and it was not your traditional gown. Nightwear, it could be called, with its silken shape lying well against her body, and her heeled boots elevated diagonally. Her hair was, of course, loosened, but with some strands pulled back in order to more properly shape her face, and the top ends of the veil connected from her shoulder blades to the fabric present on her wrists, making it seem as though she had wings on her back.

It was very proper, as she did have the ability to transform into a creature of flight, and tonight she would go in for the kill.

The Uchiha would be entering from the main hall with the false pretence that the other entrances were currently closed due to an incident. The front entrance held a set of curved staircases that were used to get to the second floor. She stood at the top of the cases with a candelabrum in her hand, helping to provide an ethereal glow on her features.

The Uchiha entered, and to him she said, "Welcome back, Mr. Uchiha." She watched as he stared at her as she came down the stairs; one hand helping lift the gown so as not to trip, while the overall look and the low neckline kept him silent. He seemed mesmerized by her as she slowly stepped all the way down, a seductive smile on her face, whilst speaking to him in a sweet and gentle voice. "How was your trip?"

"…It was… well…" She watched his movements slow as he followed her glowing figure, and when she finally reached the bottom of the steps, and placed the candelabrum on the side table present there, she went over to him. Her movements, like her voice, were mellifluous.

"I am glad to hear that." She said, ensuring that they were making eye-contact. "You know, Mr. Uchiha, would you not think that you and I have gotten close, lately?" She asked him whilst tilting her head slightly to the side, and exposing her pale and flawless neck to him. His eyes went to it; an urge that only a man could understand, welling up inside of him.

"I… would say that we have become well-acquainted with each other, yes." He responded, still staring at her neck— but his eyes then moving to her lips as she spoke again.

"How good, it was not just I thinking so…" She spoke softly, and reached out with her hand to touch his skin. There was no warmth to her touch. Yet her skin was surely softer than the gown she currently wore.

"Lady Sakura, what—"

"You see, Mr. Uchiha, I have not had a man's company for quite some time." She said bluntly. "Not in the way where we lay to bed with one another, but simply having a comforting presence at my side to talk to… Not since my beloved husband's death." She said, her face getting closer and her eyes pulling him in to listen without a single interruption. "However, with you here, I feel… I feel…" She paused, building suspense.

"I feel… happy."

"I feel… happy… too…" His voice had grown monotone. As she sucked him in, she began to take control over his mind by allowing her eyes to melt into a red color so vibrant and dark that they could have been considered two ruby stones.

A part of his mind registered the change in her eye color, and warning signals were admitted into his head, but this part died down as he looked into them more. It felt as though her eyes were swirling around in a hypnotic way. His eyelids lowered, and his facial expression softened. It looked as though he were about to fall asleep.

With her hands still on his face, and beginning to trace the line of his jaw, she continued.

"However, while I like this current happiness, I wish for more." She said; her voice taking on such a melodic and hypnotic tone to it that it cut off the rest of the words and even his senses. He could not feel anything; it was as though his body was no longer his. "Mr. Uchiha, will you not pleasure me? I wish you and I to have that relationship that a man and woman who have married, have. You are the only man that has come to my manor for the job. You are a very hard worker, and I do so love the quality of it. Everything you do is simple impeccable. The conversations that we have had have been quite delightful, but the more time I spend with you, the more I want you to spend your time in me. I know that you feel the same as well Mr. Uchiha. You wish to take this fine Lady's body as your own."

He was still under her hypnosis, her very presence invading his mind in every sort of way whilst she twisted his thoughts and feelings and made them how she wanted them to be. She blocked the memories of the other slaves, and essentially added three months of relationship building to his brain.

When she felt as though she had accomplished what she needed to, she decided to do one final thing before releasing him of her control.

Her hand slid down his body to land on his chest, and her other joined it at its parallel. She slowly raised herself by standing at the tips of her feet, speaking and still holding his attention under lock and key. Her soft words bonded him, and as she allowed her own eyes to darken with lust, and her long eyelashes just briefly brushed at his face, she came close to his lips. She barely touched them, before moving away as quickly as possible and snapping her fingers, releasing him from her world.

"Ah! You must forgive me, Mr. Uchiha; I do not know what came over me." She said, her eyes having changed back to green, and turning to look at him with embarrassment. As she wrapped her arms around herself, she made sure not to look directly up at him. She kept her head tilted and looking at the ground, pushing the rest of her body forward.

"I… how shameful… I apologize. Excuse me." With haste she turned and made her way up the stairs and headed to "her" room. She closed the door behind her.


He came to her during the later hours of the night, when it was most certain that almost all of the inhabitants of her castle were asleep. She had expected it to be as such, and had made sure to dress in a very revealing nightgown.

It was see-through fabric, and one could clearly see her bare flawless skin with nothing but her thin underwear covering her most intimate parts. She had been lying against the bed in the room, seeming to be asleep with the covers over her back, and her hair loosely tied in a ponytail, when he opened the door and slipped inside.

She could barely contain her smirk.

He had been programmed to not hesitate. He tore the sheets off of her and wasted no time in glancing at her beautiful nakedness, before tearing off what little clothing covered her and taking the necessary steps to plunge himself inside of her.

The entire time she kept her head on the pillow, not looking back. She made no moves to stop him, but enjoyed how he took her with a raw passion that no man ever did. Her toes curled and her sharp nails were surely tearing the fabric of the pillow she held to her mouth, apart. She sunk her fangs into the pillow as the night continued; her body still in the same position as how it began.

His groans were music to her ears, and she could smell the sweat coming off of him. Finally she could take it no more after what seemed to be endless orgasms, and turned her body around. While she licked his skin of his sweat and stimulated him with her fangs, he positioned her so that her back was against the headboard of the bed and her feet were lifted in the air and moving with each push against her.

She moaned.

She enjoyed the places he reached her.

Her hands found themselves to his hair and she held on tightly to the raven locks, scraping his scalp and holding bunches in her hands as her eyes exploded in white.

His body had moved closer to hers, and now she rested her head in the crook of his neck, with her nails digging into his back and every once-in-a-while cutting into his skin. She could feel every muscle that he was currently using, move against her. He was strong and certainly a healthy male. She was certain that even without her control he would have lasted for quite some time, but not as long as they had.

When it was over, her hair had come loose from its bindings, there were marks on her thighs and butt from where he had grabbed harshly while taking her, and he lay atop her naked body. She breathed heavily, while he, with the control having ordered to do him so, slept on her breast. Their bodily fluids mixed together.

She reached beneath the other pillow and pulled out a special long pipe cigar for females. It was already stuffed, and with its long body, it was easy to move it so that it hung over the flames of the candles at the side of the bed, and lit itself. She then inhaled the result, and exerted smoke from her lips.

'How wonderful…' She thought as she continued to have her smoke. 'He had certainly passed my expectations — what a shame I had not done this earlier.' It was her only regret. She wished she had noticed him much sooner and done this plan at a faster rate. By now, she could have had many of these fulfilling nights.

She sighed.

Her gaze turned to land on his face whilst he slept. He looked even more handsome than when he was awake, especially with the ragged look that his hair had taken on. She moved her free hand to stroke the onyx fibers.

Better late than never, she always said.


Their first night together had successfully triggered their conscious affair. With his thoughts have been properly altered, he now believed what she wanted to be the truth of his current world. He had been the only one to answer her call for extra help, as she only had one other servant and chefs (of course, her personal house servants were to be out of his sight until she specified that they could move around more freely). He had been doing various jobs around the manor, and she had been very kind and gracious to him. They built a friendship and told each other many things, and eventually it began to take a romantic turn— leading to their coming together the previous night.

He was in love with her, she made him believe, and was fully ready to do all for her as she pleased.

She watched him grow more attached as the days went by. He was most always at her side, even in the bath. Eventually they shared the same bed in the fake room that she had and told the human slaves who knew nothing of her, that it was her actual room. He believed so, too, and if she could not find him in any other part of her manor, he would be found there.

Eventually they had grown to become the ultimate lovers, dropping their responsibilities to be lost in each other. She had sampled his blood an odd number of times without his knowing, and performed sexual acts in a manner that was demeaning for a woman of her status.

But she did not mind. The bedroom was a private affair and what she did there did not affect her public image.

Soon three months had passed of his living there, as though it were nothing. She was planning on seeing more, when he came to her and said, "It was… very lovely working here at your manor, Lady Sakura, but I am afraid that I can no longer stay."

She stopped what she had been doing, arranging the flowers in a vase that were not quite in her taste, and turned to him.

"Excuse me?"

"Universities starts in one week, and I must go back to attend my own." He stated to her. "I told the woman who brought me here these specific details; were you not aware?"

"No… I was not told…" She said. "Then you are leaving me?"

He paused before answering.

He had enjoyed his time there. Being with the Lady was an experience that he would always remember. The feelings she arose in him were something of another world that he still had a hard time comprehending. In such a short time their relationship had escalated to him wishing that he could marry her. But to do that, he needed to accomplish some goals first, and see if, years after this separation, they still felt the same for one another.

"Unfortunately, yes. I will not be able to see you for a number of years. I deeply apologize." He was obviously upset and disturbed by this; his attachment to her was like no other.

But she did not feel the same.

Hearing the words coming from his mouth, she smiled — a smile so big and bright that it made her whole body shiver with happiness. She began to laugh. At first it was soft and he could barely hear it, but then it grew louder and louder until it bounced off the hallways in endless waves until it reached an end. He was perturbed by this. Why was she laughing?

She could have laughed forever, and only stopped when she had lost control of the movements of her body and had pricked her finger to the point of blood spilling, on the thorns of the flowers.

She did nothing to stop the flow.

"Ah, I knew this day would come." She said with giggles still in her voice. "If you would not mind, Mr. Uchiha, could you come with me? Before you leave, there is something I must show you." He was hesitant to follow her, for her laughing had made him weary, but seeing the look on her face, he did as such.

She smiled, and led him through the manor. Down and upstairs, past a large door, and into an area that made his stomach lurch at the smell of it. She could not help the smirk that pulled on her lips as she led him deeper and deeper into the Dungeon. Finally they reached the level where she had shoved all of the slaves that came along with him.

She allowed there to be light, and his eyes landed on a scene of bloody and starved people shoved into small, damp and cramp cages. The people looked sickly, at best, their body slowly deteriorating in a painful way from the lack of nutrition, and from the looks of it, they had been in there for months. Their once-healthy bodies looked like nothing but bone and skin.

"Wha—"

"No one leaves my manor." She said, causing him to jump and turn to her; clear horror in his eyes. "—Or rather, no human leaves my manor." She giggled.

"W-what do you mean?" He asked.

"From the day you accepted the job offer, you became my slave, Mr. Uchiha." She said with her soft and angelic voice. It was this that did not make him take her seriously. His face changed to one of anger and annoyance.

"Do not be so insane. I never accepted such a thing." He remarked viciously. "I care not for your fetishes, Lady Sakura, and I will certainly not be a part of it."

"Oh, this is no sexual preference, I assure you." Her cheeks had taken on a rosy hue. This was it. This was what she had been waiting for. For so long she had wanted to crush him, and now, finally, she could. Oh the things she was going to do to him! She could barely contain her excitement as goose-bumps formed on her skin and her blush drew darker. "This is something much better. The most fun I ever have — breaking humans. Haha!"

He noticed the maniacal look in her eyes, and as she cocked her head to the side while having her arms wrapped around herself, he noticed her squirm in what was surely pure delight in the most euphoric sense. Yet of all the things he saw in her green eyes — insanity, ungodliness, grotesque thoughts — the one thing he did not see was a joking manner.

She was… serious.

"That… that is absurd!" He shouted at her, his face starting to get red from anger and his fists clenching. "I was not brought here to be a slave!"

"Yes you were."

"I have my own will! I will not remain here!"

"Yes you will."

"I am leaving this crazy manor right now!"

"No… you are not."

As he moved forward to leave, she snapped her fingers and within seconds the guards that had been posted in the room began to restrain him. He fought back well, and even managed to get out of their grip. In his adrenaline-induced state while more and more guards came at her request, his will to live grew harsher and harsher, and he relied purely on his instincts.

He pushed and shoved, punched and kicked. He had amazing strength and accuracy, and even in the haze of the situation, he had managed to come free. Then he faced his final attacker, the Lady, herself.

She had just stood there, watching with a pleased look in her eyes as he struggled. He had suffered some hits, himself, but it was apparently not enough to take him down. As all the guards within that area failed at restraining him, she was now faced with the task of doing it herself. She sighed. She had hoped that she would not need to physically get involved.

"I… s-should have known." He said, facing her and breathing harshly. "When you touched my skin… you were always so cold. No human's body is that cold — you're a monster. A demon." His heart ached.

She smiled.

"Why, thank you for such kind words, Mr. Uchiha." She said.

He was irritated by her response. Getting ready to throw courtesy and the nature of a gentleman out of the wind, he began to push forward. With a single hand she had the strength that easily outdid those of the men whom he had just fought, combined, and pushed him back. He flew in the air and landed on the floor, a good number of feet away.

He struggled to stand.

She was that strong?

With his eyes horrified at the strength of the monster that he would have to go up against, he slowly stood and turned to her. She remained in place. He blinked. His eyes widened. She was closer now. He blinked again. Closer again. A third time. Closer, still. She moved feet at an inhuman pace in the time it took him to blink. So that it would not happen again, he refused to shut his eyes even for a second.

"Art thou unnerved, Sir Uchiha?" She asked.

She was toying with him.

Despite not having blinked, she flashed out of his sight. When he hastily looked for her, he felt her before she came into view. Her hands had grasped around his neck in an iron grip that easily stopped the natural flow of oxygen, and she lifted him up into the air with ease and carelessness. His hands reached up to clutch at hers that was holding him.

He dug his nails into her perfect skin, and tried to get a grip on it so that he could pry it off of his neck. He wheezed as he did so. But her grip was relentless.

Still her face remained beautiful. She did not show a hint of unpleasantness in the scene. She was enjoying it. He could tell.

"How long I have wanted to do this to you…" She said softly, her colored lips parting and folding slightly to form the words in a seductive manner. "Why, I have had many fantasies. You are a very strong male, Mr. Uchiha, and I do so love crushing strong males. You can call it my favorite pastime, if you please."

His face was turning red from lack of oxygen, and he was getting desperate. As it was clear that removing her hand by force would not work, he went to the next best thing. He began moving his body as hard as he could. It was his biggest mistake, one could say, for his actions caused him to land a punch to her face. She released him, yes, as she moved back and placed her hand on her cheek, her mind registering what it was that he had just done to her.

'He… has struck me… a human… struck me…' She gave him no warning as she grasped onto him by his hair and with all her might, threw him across the room once again. He hit the brick wall on the other side of the exit, and she knew that he had just cracked bones. Flashing towards him, she lifted him from his heap on the floor and painfully smashed his head against the wall.

"No human strikes me." She said, her eyes blazing red and her demonic nature coming forth. "You will pay gravely for what you have done, Mr. Uchiha." She threw him on the floor, forcing him to land next to where the guards that he had taken down, continued to recover.

She went over to them.

"Stand you useless slaves. I want this creature taken out of my sight." She said, her eyes flashing menacingly. The guard slaves did as such, and looked past their injuries as they dragged the worse-off male into the farthest cage in the room. "No. Not there. Take him to the lowest level. He placed his disgusting hands on my beautiful skin, in a most unfavorable fashion. It is very suitable for him." She said, reaching up to touch her skin.

"I want him to look bloody good when I come to visit here, next time." She flashed one more smile at him before leaving.


The lowest level of the Dungeon was a terrible place. Shrouded in eternal darkness and with a smell more horrific than that of the upstairs floors, the Dungeon was least well-kept. Never was the floor washed or the caves cleaned. Skeleton bones that have had all the meat rot away stayed in their cells, and slowly turned to dust. After which they were either scattered by the creatures there, or remained in place near where the body had died.

It was a place slaves tried their hardest never to go into once they learned of it, having seen the lifeless expressions of those who had been forced to go through the horrors that were there. Nine-times-out-ten that person died by either a weak body or a weak mind. But for those ten percent that did not die, they went on to becoming her personal servants — the lower level had frightened them so much, they swore to do all they could so they ought not to be there, ever again.

He was dragged against the cold, hard floor in a way that showed that his body was not cared for. With blood leaking from his wounds, the ground received a fresh coat of splatters to go along with the others. When he was handed off to a set of slaves that were bigger and bulkier, and wore black masks that covered their faces, it was clear that they cared less for him than those who just carried him there.

They grabbed him as though he were a rag doll, and shoved him with far too much force for his liking, into one of the cells. Handcuffs were then placed on his hands and feet to raise his body from the heap that it had become, and as he heard chains rattling and felt the restraints pull at his limbs, he tried to raise his head and see what was going on.

He closed his eyes.

Blood was flowing across his eyes, from his head. It stung and he wished that he could wipe at it. Gritting his teeth, he could hear voices that sounded like they belonged to grown demons. Deep and husky, with a sort of roughness to it that made his heart beat worse than it already did.

"I 'eard yu hit the lil' ladeh." A male said with an accent. "Tsk, tsk, boy. We gunna have ta punish ya for that."

His body reached the height that they wanted it to, and without warning he felt warmth near his stomach, until he screamed like he never had before as they began to burn him alive with candles. They started with his abdomen and then his arms and legs, as though they were drawing a stick figure onto his form. He feared if they would go for his head, to complete the image.


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The following weeks, he endured more pain than he ever had, in his life. He was used as a practice dummy for them, when they were generously given new weapons by their Lady and wanted to see if they worked well. He was given nothing to eat and felt as though he was on the brink of death several times. The wounds he received were left to fester and become infected, diminishing his health further. He was violated in every way imaginable.

When she finally came to pay him a little visit, he was truly a shell of the man that she had once known.

She smiled.

'How far you have fallen, Mr. Uchiha,' she thought as she looked down at his pathetic state: bloody, in shambles, and huddled in one corner while the other held his feces. He was in worse condition than caged animals, which at least had their cages cleaned every now and then. But that is not how it worked in the lower level of the Dungeon.

His body was positively grotesque to look at, with its now thin frame, she hardly recognized the man. The scars and open wounds present further marred his appearance. Certainly he had lost all handsomeness to his name.

"Hm… I wish to go." She briefly saw him flinch at the sound of her voice; it was clear she had put a fear like no other into him. Turning back around and leaving the space, she said to the Masters that were present there, "Have him moved up a level in the Dungeon — I believe he has learned his lesson greatly, and he will serve as a beautiful example to the newcomers as to what happens if they disobey me."

"A'right, Meh Ladeh."


Movement hurt. The faint light of the candle near him, was like poison to his skin. His legs were too weak to sustain his body any longer — now withered to mere bones with an immensely thin layer of muscle present, and barely enough skin to keep it all together — and he was dragged by chains up to the next level, as they did not bother with casualties such as helping him walk.

He was tossed into a cage with other slaves. The slaves gasped at him; even after the horrors that they had experienced in the past few months, his was a sight not seen by any of them, prior. Certainly, some men group had gone into the Dungeons before, but none had come back.

He was the first.

When the door on the cage was closed, the slaves tentatively gathered around the withered, old man (?) and surveyed his body. He was a mess.

A ghastly skin color, scrappy long hair, bruises and open wounds and marks all over his flesh, tattered clothing, yellow nails — some of them completely missing from his hands and feet — and stained teeth, and so on so forth.

They moved to where they had been before; they deemed he would not survive.


"Hm… I think… I may need a new slave to play with."

"Get it for me, will you?

"As you wish, Lady Sakura."


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Not quite the SasuSaku you expected, right? I know, but honestly, aren't there a bit too many "standard" SasuSaku fics? Besides, I really love this sadistic, vamp Sakura, and just came up with a great idea — so I'll continue this story for one more chapter. Look forward to it, and more warped SasuSaku. And fair warning: if you think they're gonna fall in love and all will be forgiven, I have some bad news for you next chapter, my friend...

Next chapter: Blind (Part Three)

Please review.

~Chibi