Chapter 4

It had been days since he left me there, heart racing, lips numb, body aching. But why did I care? I didn't care, what am I thinking?

I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering when he was going to come back to the room. I was hungry and just wanted to see his, no, I can not think like that.

I had lost track of the amount of days I had been there. But for some reason, it felt like it didn't matter anymore. I figured I would be stuck here forever, no way out of this trap that Gaara had me in. I could already feel myself not wanting to leave, I had to change that. I needed to be my old self more than ever now, just to show him that he wasn't getting to me.

A few more hours passed and I finally heard the sound I had been waiting for.

Gaara stepped into the room with my food and I felt a tug at my lip to smile, but I refrained from doing so.

He stepped over to me after closing the door, he seemed different today, something was showing in his eyes and he hadn't said anything as he handed me my food. I watched him for a moment, and he watched me. After an awkward moment of watching each other, I started to eat. He didn't give me the best food in the world, but it was still edible.

Half way through the food my eyelids started to feel heavy and the edges of my vision began to blur. I noticed Gaara getting a strange grin on his face. "Gaara, what di-d you do?" Before he could answer, my body lost hold on itself, dropping the food and sending me falling forward, allowing him to catch me. As he pulled his arms around me, my vision blurred beyond sight and everything went black.

I woke up to find myself in different clothes, clothes more of my style. Yet, something didn't feel right. My vision was still blurred at the edges and as I reached up to rub my eyes and found my wrist tied together. With this I looked around the room I was in, trying to focus my vision. The room didn't look familiar at all, it was much better than the room I was residing in before hand.

Once my vision had finally finished focusing itself, I turned my head to see Gaara. He was just standing there, a grin on his face that could have made a baby cry, it sent a chill down my spine. He noticed this and chuckled, a deep heartless sound.

"Why am I in here?" I asked, trying to stay as calm as possible, though, being me, I just wanted to bust his head open at this point.

He rolled his eyes and walked over to me, "well lets see, tied up hands, my bed room, my bed, I'm sure you can put two and two together." He grinned and stood in front of him, "but don't worry, I haven't done anything to you yet, I mean, I want you to be awake for it."

As soon as I heard this little statement and started pulling at the restraints on my wrists hard, "you better fucking let me go!"

But this just seemed to amuse him to the point of starting his plan. He grabbed my wrists and used them to force me onto the bed and he pinned me down hard, his grin increasing in intensity.

"Get the hell off of me, Gaara," I yelled, trying to get someone's attention outside the room. Though I was sure no one would hear me, no matter how loud I yelled for help. I looked at him, my eyes wide, I wasn't expecting this. When he took me, I was expecting him to kill me, not do this.

He saw the questions running through my eyes and grinned quite evilly, another expression of his that sent a chill down my spine, and he could tell it did this. He slid his hand under my lower back, pulling me up against him, our bodies sharing each other's heat.

He grinned and his eyes narrowed a bit and he started to slide his hand down the edge of my pants and I started to squirm. "Grr, knock it off," I said, a bit of anger in my voice because I wanted him to listen to me.

Gaara laughed when he heard me try to command him in a way, "that's not how it's going to work here, Uchiha." His voice had lost it's anger and was more, for a lack of better word, seductive. He slid his hand down the rest of the way, his fingertips slowly moving down the lines of my pelvis.

My body froze slightly when he felt at my manhood and I bit my bottom lip. Why did this feel so…no, this is wrong, I need to get him off of me.

I squirmed under his touch but at the same time couldn't help but let out a moan. He appeared to be very amused by my sudden lack of will power to fight him, at least, that is what his expression said.

As he removed my pants and started to explore more of my lower body I could not stop the moans that escaped my lips. My body wanted him, I wanted him, it was quite obvious and he was obviously taking great pleasure in this fact.

Before I knew what had gotten a hold of me, our bodies were mangled together, the heat of our skin melting together. His manhood inside me, and my body couldn't want it anymore than it did right now.

As he thrust himself inside me, moving deeper with every thrust, my body ached for him to continue. Moans escaped both his and mine own lips, our breath harsh and broken ever so often.

I clutched at the sheets and padding of his bad, shuttering from the pleasure and slight pain brought upon me from this heavenly experience. I didn't mind the pain, it made everything feel even better.

As our flesh seemed to curve with one another's and he continued his way into having me, I let him take me as far as he wanted. This feeling, that I was now experiencing as a first, was irresistible and perfect, oh so perfect.

As we released in sync with one another, I let myself lay loose beneath him. He fell onto me, his manhood still inside my being, and we both took in breaths of pleasure. Taking in the scent, the feel of the air around us, the feel of each other's bodies. And in that moment, I felt perfect, felt right. I felt better than I had in a long time, and I didn't mind that he had taken me, he could take me away as often as he liked now.

After a few moments of nothing but the sound of breathing and rapid hearts slowing down, he pulled out of me and I couldn't help but let out an annoyed groan, I hadn't wanted him to do that. I had wanted him to stay there. But, I suppose all good things had to come to an end, though I hoped this wouldn't ever end, this little game of ours.

After minutes upon minutes of us, laying with one another; he untied my wrists and handed me my clothing. "Go back to your room now," he said lightly. And as I slid my pants back on I had the urge to kiss his lips. But, as I leaned down to do so, Gaara placed his hand on my chest and pushed me away from him with a grin, "I said, go to your room."

I gave him a slight smile before doing as he wished of me, knowing that he would want me again. He had to want me again at some point, I just knew it, or…at least I hoped it.

I went into my room and laid on the bed slowly and took in the feel of the cool sheets around me and sighed. I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep, ready to awake to what the next day held for me.