The woman wore a very confident aura as she strode down the catwalk, projecting the piece of clothing she was adorned with. Her movements was filled with elegance and poise, the way her shoulder swayed as she took a step and the way she pointed her feet as she turned around. She gave justice to her beautiful red bubble silk dress; simple clothing worn by a personification of a goddess and the combined result was perfect.

However, it was not the dress or the way she projected that a certain group of men were caring for...it was her. These men were men from different business industries, promising bachelors to the eyes of other women who knew little about them but monsters to those who had came to know them.

This little group of them had a weird definition of fun. That was, to wreck someone's life for the sake of entertainment...and at the moment they were looking forward for a great entertaining night. They had done these for several times and there was no fear of being caught. When you'd got the money you also had the power in your hand.

One of the men, the one who had multiple piercing but still appeared to be respectable, called the attention of the butler for the event.

The butler quickly approached the group and the man whispered something in his ear, careful enough so that no unwanted ears could hear. Though greatly shocked, the butler did as told. He knew better than to complain about the request.

After the show, Sakura was approached by the butler and whispered something on her ear. She wasn't feeling good about that but nonetheless she followed the butler to where he led her.

When she saw the 'gentlemen' from the corporate world her nervousness for whatever reason increased.

"Hello, Ms. Haruno" Pein a business tycoon greeted her and gestured her to take a seat next to him. It gave her a feeling of becoming a prostitute serving these men, however, out of good conduct; she accepted the seat and sat down a few inches from him.

They started to talk. Nice projection...blah...blah...blah. They kept her with them, one even asked if she could be their company's image model but she immediately declined the offer. Something's telling her that she should stay away from them. She was about to stand up but a tight grip on her arm prevented her to do so.

"Ms. Haruno, don't you like our company?" It was Pein. The way he looked told her that she should really get away from them...fast.

"Okay, it seems that we've frightened you." She inwardly sighed out of relief when her arm was released.

At the parking space, she walked to her car as fast as she could. She felt like someone was watching her while she was opening the car's door...and she made a huge mistake when she paused for a moment to sense if there was someone behind her. She should have immediately gone inside her car.

Chloroform...and she fell on the ground unconscious.

The soft mattress against her back told her that she was in deep trouble...big trouble. She opened her eyes and a sight of a man sitting at the couch beside the bed looking at her intently greeted her.

"Did you have a bad dream?" He asked with a manic grin. She got up only to find that her feet were chained at the bed post.

"What do you want?" she asked almost in tears while trying to free her feet.

"You." Pein said, while slowly coming close to her, causing her to panic even more.

She was crying while shaking her head in disagreement.

"Please, No...Don't do that to me."

He just shrugged his shoulders and moved next to her. She tried to inch away from him but the shackles were restricting her.

"It would be easier if you won't struggle."

He yanked her legs causing her to lie down to bed. Without giving her a chance to make another move he straddled her without caring if she was hurt or whatever. Her air was cut for a while because of the sudden weight but she started to wriggle and move in a weak attempt to escape when it came back.

He chuckled and said "You're just turning me harder."

What he said caused her to thrash violently and one luckily hurt him enough for her to push him off her.

"Bitch!" he said while touching his reddening cheek. He then grabbed her hair forcibly that she felt it would be ripped out of her head.

"You'll pay for that." His other hand tightly cupped her cheeks and harshly kissed her lips.

She could feel his tongue trying to penetrate on her tightly closed mouth. The gripping on her hair became tighter so sudden that she gasped. It was the opportunity that he was waiting and he started ravaging her mouth.

He could taste the metallic tang of blood coming from her bruised lips and it stimulated his arousal even more. The idea of seeing this woman broken and bruised because of him was stimulating.

He could feel the impact of her thrashes deteriorating and he knew that it would gradually stop after a matter of minutes. All he needed to do was to wait.

Finally, she had exerted all her energy and nothing was left.

He left her lips swollen and bruised to continue all the way down to her slender creamy white neck. All she could do was to whimper in protest...

"Fuck you! Asshole!" she whispered to herself while trying to dispel the memory that haunted her in her sleep or even in conscious state. She was really thankful that they were dead. Yet, she didn't know why she was still afraid to tell Sasuke about what Itachi did. With a worried face, she looked at her husband sleeping next to her. He had done a lot for her...things that she could never repay and this marriage wasn't even enough to cover a small portion of her indebtedness to him. They've been married for months yet she coudln't still give herself to him. It wasn't the trauma that restricted her or the reason that he was thinking...it was the feeling of being dirty and unworthy of his love.

A/N: I tried to write the rape portion but I think my talent for writing wasn't enough to do that(as if I had a talent). Anyway, this happened obviously before the incident in the van. Itachi's participation or whatever he did would be revealed soon...^_^

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