Author's Note: This next chapter is very personal to me, because I've written this as an "account" I guess of my own sexual assault story, so please enjoy and respect it. It's very personal to me.

It was the next day already, oh how the days flew when you were living in fear of the next perpetrator. She laid in her infamous fetal position on her bed, this made her feel better and it made her feel like she was a smaller target, when in all actuality she couldn't have been a bigger target. But regardless, it made her feel like she could hide, although in reality, she couldn't.

She held her breath as she heard the door unlatch once again. She wanted to tell herself that it was just the wind, but there were no windows, much less wind where she was located in the lair.

She lifted her skinny head, which gave her the look of all too real starvation, up and she met the eyes of the Uchiha man. She breathed a sigh of relief as she moved to get up and sit cross legged on the bed.

She greeted Itachi with a smile that did not reach her eyes and she looked nervously at her lap. Would today be the day that he rapes her? No, that's silly, he'd never do that, she chastised herself.

"Hello Itachi," she greeted. But Itachi did not return the greeting, instead he took his usually place on her bed and he looked at her face. He was studying it for something, but he frowned when he did not find what he was looking her.

He scooted closer to her, his eyes still wandering over her. He kept studying her, scrutinizing her. It made Emi feel more naked and exposed than she already did.

She bit her lip and looked to the left, she was growing vaguely uncomfortable. Itachi kept advancing on her, and she grew more and more apprehensive. Itachi finally closed the gap with his lips.

Emi was shocked by the sudden contact, no member of the Akatsuki had ever kissed her, they just went in and did what they wanted and then they were gone just as fast. Maybe Itachi was inexperienced; maybe he didn't know what he was supposed to do, or how this worked.

Itachi just pressed his lips harder onto Emi's, causing her to be pressed up on her back on the bed again. This was a position that she knew all too well, she had seen it many a times before.

Itachi just kept kissing her, until in a bold move; he slid a hand up her shirt. Emi gasped into his lips, her stomach wasn't feeling right. She felt queasy and uneasy; she didn't want to upset Itachi though, so she just tried her best to ignore it.

After Itachi had claimed his dominance on her breast, he moved to a much more sensitive and raw area. He slid his greedy little hands down her pants and she once again gasped into the kiss, but she shrugged it off none the less.

Itachi let himself into her opening, and she was deeply upset at this. Hidan had just been there hours earlier and she was still sore and raw from his sadistic ways.

In a bold moment, Emi shot up and almost busted Itachi's lip with her quick movement; he narrowly avoided the collision with her teeth. Itachi stared at her with puzzlement clear on his face.

"No," Emi breathed. Itachi just stared at her, nodded, and then went back to where he was, still in his spot in her pants. Emi was upset at him not taking a no for an answer, but she didn't say anything.

Now when things got progressively worse, and Emi was in nothing but her bra and underwear, and Itachi in his boxers, she wanted to say no even more now. Itachi pulled off her underwear, and this made something inside of Emi snap.

"No!" she shouted. But Itachi just laughed and took her anyway. She was about to cry, no one respected her, not even Itachi, the man whom she thought respected her. This was the moment, when Emi was being violated yet once again, that she came to terms with exactly what she was. Just an object. And she realized, that as a woman, she had no right to say no. Just as Konan had no power to say no over Emi being the Akatsuki prostitute, Emi had no power to say no to unwanted advances.

Emi went limp and stared at the ceiling once more. At this point, the ceiling was all that she knew. The ceiling held some kind of security for her, it was the only thing that stayed consistent in her life. She could always anticipate seeing this ceiling by the hands of an Akatsuki member that got her for that night. And what's worse, is that after Itachi left, another one would come in. Maybe even two more if time allowed. This made Emi's heart weep bitterly, although on the outside she was hollow and emotionless.