Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I do own my OCs, along with the plot of this story.

NOTE: 'Iske' means 'strike' in Finnish. Just some food for thought.

ENTRY ONE - SHIINA

It's been about two weeks since I've heard from Jessi, and I've been hearing a ton of rumours around Konoha. I don't know what to believe, and it's hard to make any assumptions based on... well, based on nothing. It's like she just upped and disappeared. She didn't even tell her parents where she was going. She never even visited them before she left; they were just as confused as we were. Lady Tsunade told us she would send Anbu out to scout for a sign of her, but... I don't know, I think something's up. She isn't the type to just walk away from people that love her without saying a word. JayJay was worried too, and that was why we raided her house and searched it from top to bottom. We managed to find a few pieces of burned and unreadable paper in her fireplace among a few charred logs. There was only one piece that hadn't been fully burned, and we were able to carefully make out the words on half of it. It said:

"The next thing I knew, I was in a Konoha hospital, getting nursed back to health by the one girl I hated the most; Sakura. I was to get care for only two days, which was considerably better than my other comrades. JayJay stayed for one week, from level two burns and a broken arm. Tay would be nursed for two weeks, from minor burns and two broken limbs. Lastly, Shiina would be required to stay for one week and three days, for a few level two burns, a broken arm, and a few broken fingers. To say the least, at that point in time, I was considered to be the luckiest one in my squad.

Now, it was a completely different story. Getting"

The paper was burned at the most inconvenient part. It looked to us like she was going through some major problems for a while. The major problems, we think, are what led to the disappearance. We, particularly Tay, found this very strange. Jessi always talked to us if she had a problem; if she didn't go to me, she would go to Tay. According to Tay, she hadn't said a word, but was acting really weird a week or so before her disappearance. The fact that she appeared to be retelling her life on paper leads me to believe that something happened to her. JayJay and I believe she knew something would happen, and she wanted to let us – or someone- know. The problem is, we have no idea who could have been after her or why she's gone. We have nowhere to look and nowhere to go. It looks as though someone hadn't wanted us to find the papers she'd left. It's as if someone knew she'd write for help. I think she was taken and possibly killed by someone that'd been targeting her for a long time. It's morbid to think of her death, but it's definitely realistic; there are some sick fuckers in this world. It's weird though – she didn't have any enemies that we knew about. Jessi's pretty quiet and quite defenceless; it's unlikely that she got on someone's bad side. But like I said: there are some sick fuckers in the world. It's also very possible for some psycho to have taken her in order to fulfill some sexual fantasy. She might've just been the apple of some asshole's eye. I think that if that's the case, she really is dead at this point. Rapists don't usually keep their victims around for long in fear of them escaping and revealing their identity.

All in all, JayJay and I believe that Jessi has been taken by someone horrible, with a murderous intent. We don't know where to search first, but even if she's been killed we want her to have justice. We're going to bring our ideas to the Hokage tomorrow morning so we can all shed a little more light on the situation. We're going to bring the note as evidence, and all three of us are going to be there to testify that she didn't just run away into the night – that's just too unrealistic.

I really wish I knew what to do, and I really wish I could go out and search myself, but without having a good mind about the situation I don't think I'd get far. As a Chunin, I know I wouldn't stand a chance against someone like this alone. I have a feeling that if there really is a kidnapper involved in all of this, he's strong. I think he's way stronger than all of us combined.

ENTRY SIX

I woke up with a shrill shriek and felt my heart pound hard against my chest a few times before I opened my eyes. My own cry sounded like a distant echo in my mind and I could clearly hear my ragged breath. I'd had a horrible nightmare that consisted of nothing but death and blood – the nightmare I had is something that I will not share with you. It has no relevance to the situation I'm explaining and I'd rather forget it rather than recall it. All I can dare say is that it felt real – as if it all actually happened. The horrific scenes I viewed were equivalent to vivid pictures. I prayed nothing was wrong with my friends and family back home; I prayed it had been a mere horrid dream.

My vision came back slowly, at the same speed my heartbeat and breathing did. I shaped my lips into an 'o' and pushed air in and out through my mouth. As usual, I tasted the staleness that wafted about. Warm sweat was pouring down my face so heavily, that it felt as though I'd been crying hard through my slumber. I swallowed hard and tried my best to capture my bearings. I leaned back against my pillow and did my best to find at least a little relaxation. Slowly but surely, I felt my body return to normal. I still felt weak, but I bore enough strength to turn my head from side to side in order to take in my surroundings. I was exactly where I'd fallen asleep; I hadn't been moved.

I don't know how long he left me on the wooden work bench with those toys inside me, but I ended up passing out after a while. I believe it was because of my body overheating and the fact that I was clearly dehydrated. It was a dreadful experience that I can't seem to find words to describe. I don't know how long I was passed out for, but I woke up in a room that resembled the bedroom of a wealthy house. Sasori was nowhere in sight, but I didn't know if that was good or bad. I never know what he's up to, so I prefer to have him in my sight at all times. The room was simple; it consisted of a bed, a nightstand, a small couch in front of a small table, two candles, and two dreadful blacked out windows. On the small table, there was a bowl of fruit (bananas, oranges, apples, and kiwi) along with a full basin of water. Without even thinking of checking for possible poison, I jammed a kiwi into my mouth and downed almost half the water. Lucky for me, the fruit and the water hadn't been touched, but I mentally punched myself in the face for making such an amateur mistake.

I waited for Sasori to appear for hours on end, not wanting to fall asleep in fear that he would do something horrid to me in my sleep. I eventually let my exhaustion get the best of me and took a short nap. Despite being alert to every single sound, I still didn't hear him enter my room to refill my water basin; I merely awakened the next 'morning' and found more to drink and more to eat. I respected that he'd given me a comfortable bed and my basic needs (well, most of them), but I found it eerie and majorly unlike him. I didn't like how he'd abruptly went from menacing and sexually terrifying to unseen and 'caring'. I wondered what he was plotting, and I didn't like where my thoughts were going. It was as if he wanted to fatten me up so he'd be able to do a proper surgical procedure on me. I didn't know if I was correct but it felt like I was, and that scared me. My fear made it even harder for me to hold in my bodily fluids. When I said that he'd given me most of my basic needs, I made sure I stressed 'most'. There was no bathroom in the room, and there was absolutely no way for me to get to one. I wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or not, but not being able to release my fluids was a really horrible thing. I ended up finding a small urn underneath the bed, and realized he wanted to humiliate me even further. I did my business in the urn and moved it to a corner of the room, as far from the bed as possible; I didn't want the foul smell near me at all.

For the few days that I was in there, I mainly slept and drank a lot; there was nothing better to do but catch up on dreaming anyways. The few times I was awake, I thought bad thoughts about my fate, and cried a little thinking about my connections back home. I was confused and almost completely positive that my end was near. I knew that he wouldn't keep me alive forever or even for a long time, yet I still believed that I would be saved somehow. I didn't care who saved me, I just wanted it to happen. To those merry thoughts, I often dozed off.

Just after I calmed myself from the unspeakable nightmare, I was prepared to sleep once again. A low creaking sound from the far side of the room stopped me, and I was instantly alert and ready to be frightened. My pupils shot around wildly on instinct, though I could see nothing out of the ordinary. I had thoughts that told me it wasn't Sasori. The thoughts told me that it was something even more awful. I had a strange and abrupt thought that it was an escaped experiment of his, searching for help as it died. It would crawl towards me, using the shadows for cover, and reveal its face to me as it appeared right beside me. It would beg, in a raspy voice, for help as blood spilled down its face, and as its breathing began to stop. It would die on top of me, and Sasori would kill me with it. Why? Because he could. Just because he fucking could. I jumped almost violently upon hearing a soft scraping sound from across the room. My fears felt as though they were coming to life, and I could have sworn I saw something terrible creeping in the corner of the room. Whatever was in the room with me wouldn't allow me to escape alive. Whatever was there would give me something to scream about.

I couldn't move; fear had rendered me immobile. I lay like a stiff cadaver would in a coffin, my arms and legs straight, and my body utterly still. I closed my eyes and felt my body quake with anxiety. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know what would appear before me. I logically wanted to believe that it was Sasori messing around, but I couldn't; there were too many other possibilities. I felt the bed shake under me, and my breath hitched. Upon feeling my heart speed up, I tried to stop myself from thinking anything too dreadful. Unfortunately, my paranoia was much more powerful than I could ever hope to be. My thoughts were fed by the major fear I felt, and an image flashed through my mind. The floor in the room turned red with fire, and time little beasts crawled from the cracks on the floor. They'd grab my living-dead body and pull me through to the Earth's crust with them. Ten thousand dangerous beasts all out for my blood, sent by Sasori himself. To me, Sasori was Beelzebub. He was Beelzebub and so much more.

My body began to twitch roughly, and I could hide it no longer. My eyes flew open and my body sprang upwards, fists ready to throw a punch, body ready to be maimed and dragged to Hell. There was nothing in front of me and nothing beside me that I could see. It took me a few long moments to gather the courage to look underneath the bed, but I managed to do it. I got to my knees on the mattress and bent over to secure that nothing was there. I expected something more atrocious than carpet and dust, but I did not complain. I rose up again and expected something to get me from behind. There was only silence. I was stupid, and I knew I hadn't gone insane just yet. I knew that there was definitely somebody in there with me. The candles provided little light, but I was still able to make out anything large in the room. The couch was as untouched as ever, along with everything else in the room. Still, there was that lingering feeling, and the stench of fear wafting in the room's atmosphere. I hadn't just been hearing things, I knew; something was there.

A muffled rustling sound from above made me look up. The ceiling bore nothing but wooden panels. The thought crossed my mind that it was something above me moving around, but I dismissed that as I recalled how far I was below ground. I didn't think that anything high above would affect where I was. My heartbeat excelled with every passing second, and I noted that I was sweating fiercely. I heard a short chuckle, soft and almost unheard, coming from what sounded like everywhere in the room. My thoughts of spirits, monsters, escaped horrors, and mini devils were thrown away, and all I could think about was Satan and his dollhouse. I knew for sure that he had penetrated the room somehow and was toying with me, but I hadn't a clue where he was. I was still frightened, but my heart seemed at ease to understand what I was dealing with. I was still dealing with a monster, but it was a monster with a pleasant face.

"Poppet..."

I whimpered at his voice. The way he dragged the word out gave me a twisted feeling about his antics. I knew he was toying with me, but I was unsure of what he would do to me when he was done. My heart felt as though it had frozen over, and my eyes were wide and alert. I was determined to catch him before he caught me, but at the back of my mind I knew it was pointless. I scanned the room to the left of me and spied a quick flash of red that left me in a strange daze for mere seconds. I zipped my eyes to the right of me, and that's when his game came to its climax. I came face to face with a black cloak adorned with red clouds. He was smirking down at me sickly, as if I was a dirty plaything that was to be treated poorly at all costs. Granted, he did indeed consider me his plaything, and I was rather dirty due to lack of bodily cleanliness, but I was still a regular human. I wanted to demand respect but I knew by now that respect wasn't a topic he would put up for discussion. I made no more to cover myself up despite being clad in nothing before him. It wasn't that I wanted him to see my entire body, and it wasn't that I was getting used to him, but I knew he didn't like it when I did things against his will. I knew I would only get myself into worse trouble if I defied him like I did that time he bore those wretched toys.

He extended an artificial arm to my cheek and stroked it gently (almost lovingly), as if I were someone that truly meant something to him. I wanted to scowl and jerk my head away from him, but I knew better. I was getting wiser as to know what I could do and what I could not do. I felt like a caged animal that could only piss on command, eat on command, and sleep on command. I lacked the freedom that I once had. My immense distaste for the man had not evaporated; it only grew. He moved his hand to my light brown hair and ruffled it. I had a feeling he took great pride in altering my appearance. I had a strong feeling he took pride in gaining power over me.

"You're being an unusually good doll. Have I broken you, Jessica?"

His face showed contentment in my actions, as if he was proud of me for behaving like he wanted. Back when he had me in Konoha, he found amusement in my rebellious actions. He threatened me here and there, but never lost his temper and fulfilled his threats. After he kidnapped me, it seemed as though he stopped being calm and only wanted things his way. I don't know what the attitude change means, but I figure it's worth mentioning. My guess is that he finally decided that I needed the correct discipline if I were to become a part of his collection. Perhaps this is what he did to all of the previous 'dolls' he had brought here. I looked at his face with a blank expression, saying nothing and unsure of what to think. There was a change in his face, and he quickly drew his hand back from my face. Before I could think of anything, he shocked me with a hard slap to the face. My body flew to the left side of the bed violently, and my eyes were closed in fear. I hadn't done anything noticeable to displease him, and I had never expected him to strike me without reason. It terrified me. It terrified me only because he'd done it without good reason... or any reason at all. I wasn't sure why I hadn't expected random physical abuse before then; he was an S-ranked murderer that surely hadn't hesitated inflicted pain in the past. In my eyes (without knowing who he really was), I would have viewed him as someone that was a perfect gentleman. To know and understand that he wasn't, regardless of his appearance, was difficult to comprehend. I felt my hand move to touch where I'd been hit. Whenever he slapped me, I felt what he was really made of beneath his fake skin. His strikes felt as though I were being hit with a light wooden bat; they didn't hurt the same as human slaps.

He took a fistful of my brown hair and yanked me upright again. He released me and shook his hand quickly, as if he thought that he was too good to touch the likes of me. I looked up at him once again, inspecting his face only to witness his dark frown. There was a great change with his attitude, but just like before I didn't know what it was. It definitely held more malice than before, along with frustration, obsession, and something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on. All I knew for sure was that it really scared me.

"You will learn to treat your master with respect." His eyes narrowed with a sharp glare, a glare that engulfed me. "You will obey my rules for as long as you belong to me."

I nearly scoffed, and held my vulgar retorts back. He wanted me to obey him for as long as I was his, but how long would that be? Would he immortalize me as a doll that neither lives nor dies? I was frightened for the future. He seemed to observe that I was confused but listening, so he continued.

"Rule number one: I am the only one you will ever speak to. You will speak to me only when I speak to you."

I then understood why he had stricken me, but I also understood something more. My eyes widened, and questions I'd had prior felt as though they had been answered. I had guessed there to be more of the living in the dollhouse, and I may very well have been wrong. The way he'd said he wanted me to only speak to him suggested that he was the only contact I would ever receive. There really had been no use to having hoped that I would run into any other girls. He would be the final person I spoke to before I died here.

"Rule number two: You will address me formally at all times, as you should address your master."

I'd seen that one coming, as that had been a ground rule from the start. I guessed he would be even stricter when it came to addressing from then on.

"Rule number three: You will never make eye contact with me. You will keep your head bowed in respect any time I am speaking to you."

It was then that I understood why he had stricken me, and it was also then that the air thickened. He certainly had a vast attitude change, and I was still unsure why. The rules he laid down were strict and embarrassing; two things he liked very much when inflicted pain upon others.

"Rule number four: You will do as I say at all times. There will be no backtalk. The punishment for breaking this rule is severe."

This was a rule that I truly didn't agree with, but had already learned to accept. I knew what would happen if I defied him. I knew I would only receive pain. I didn't like the idea of being bound to countless rules, but I could do nothing. When he'd asked me earlier if he'd broken me, I could say nothing and would have said nothing. He is close to it. He is close to destroying who I am and what I stand for. Every human has a breaking point, and mine is very fragile and unstable. When my breaking point is reached, I know I will have no more hope, and I know I will have no more say. This is what he wants. He wants an obedient doll. He wants an obedient little Jessica.

"Rule number five: You will never raise your voice to me. The punishment for this will be quite unkind as well."

I could tell that he was finished because of the long silence wherein neither of us said a word. I didn't know if he'd want a confirmation. I couldn't even find my voice. It was hard to get my voice and bearings back. My cheek still hurt, and rule after rule being forced upon me greatly injured my pride. Without thinking, I raised my head to look at him. I didn't know what I hoped to say or accomplish, but everything shattered in an instant when he gave me a second slap across the face upon eye contact. I quickly learned then and there that Sasori was not the type of man to deal with any type of disobedience, regardless of whether it was accidental or not. I maintained my upright position, but felt my world begin to wither away. I felt as though I were an innocent flower in a world that was going through nothing but decay.

"Next time you'll receive more than just a slap, my dear."

He sounded almost amused at his own words. I knew that he wanted to hurt me, whether it was physically or emotionally. He didn't care if I was completely obedient. I was sure that he found it entertaining to inflict any sort of pain on me, his little doll. The only thing I was grateful for was the fact that he hadn't ravaged me in days.

I found myself bowing my head to him in anguish. I felt as though I was watching myself from some kind of parallel universe; I couldn't believe what I was doing. It felt like I would explode with rage if I even uttered words of apology to him. I wanted to yell at myself to stop. I wanted to punch him and kick at him, and shove him away... but I didn't.

"I'm sorry... Master..."

I tried to stress his title so that he would realize I hated complying. I didn't want him to know that I was on the verge of tears, and I certainly didn't want him to know that I was on the verge of breaking from sanity. All I wanted was for him to go away.

At my words, he had probably given me a warm hearted smile. One second he was completely calm and playful like he usually was, then the next he was cruel and sadistic. I didn't like his fierce mood changes at all. I was never sure who I'd be dealing with. I'd heard of a few other Akatsuki members that were even more terrifying than he was, and I dreaded to think of what would have happened if I'd run into any of them instead. The one that frightened me the most supposedly had stitched limbs and attacked violently with tendrils emitting from his body. I'd heard various things about him, and that he was the suspected rapist in crimes wherein the women were taken advantage of and found with their hearts ripped out. I prayed that I would never have the misfortune of meeting the man. I prayed Sasori and he weren't good friends.

A dark chuckle snapped me out of my thoughts (thankfully), and I gulped hard. I wasn't sure what would come next. I could feel his eyes searching body. I didn't want him to have me again.

"You are forgiven this time, my dear."

The way he said 'this time' suggested that he wouldn't be as kind to me when I broke his silly rules the next few times. That wasn't good news for me, because I'd thought about trying to get away with one or two of them. It was as clear as ever: he wasn't going to be flexible about anything.

"You're filthy." His voice startled me, and I had to stop myself from looking up at him again. "Take a shower."

I was a little surprised that he offered me something that I had wanted for a long time. I didn't know how long I had been dirty for, but it was rather uncomfortable. I knew, of course, that he hadn't instructed me to shower because of my wants. I knew that he only wanted his doll to be clean. Everything he allowed me to do benefited him more than it did me; I was starting to realize this. In response, I nodded twice slowly. I was unsure if he wanted me to say anything, but I didn't dare open my mouth. I didn't want him to change his twisted mind.

I didn't waste any time in moving off of the large bed. My body was sore from oversleeping, but that didn't matter. I knew a hot shower would fix me. He was as predictable as ever with his caution. He placed his chakra strings on my body and began to walk to the door. I followed closely behind him. I didn't feel very comfortable being completely naked before him and the hallway was very cold, but I minded myself and said nothing. It didn't take long for him to lead me to the bathroom, as it was exactly diagonal from my room. He turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped aside. I was forced to pace slowly into the room with a madman's eyes all over me. He shut the door behind me, and the strings were finally free from me.

"You have ten minutes."

There were three lit candles in the room, so I knew that he'd planned this for me. Like every other room, the bathroom had a wooden floor and wooden walls, along with another damned blacked out window. I'd partly expected the facilities to be made of wood as well, but was somewhat surprised to find them made of porcelain. Above the sink was a large mirror. Even in the dim light I could see what I looked like. It had been days since I was able to see my own reflection, and I didn't like what I saw at all.

My short brown hair was tangled and messy, and I had dark circles under my eyes despite my long rest. My body looked as though it had been through hellish abuse, and I had been right to feel my face after I'd been slapped; Sasori's hand had left a vicious red mark. I almost wanted to clutch the mirror and cry. I felt like I was looking at a completely different person, a person who had let themselves get beaten again and again. I shook my head sorrowfully and took a few steps towards the small shower. I remembered that I didn't have time to be upset. I remembered that I had a time limit. I stepped into it and bent down to where the faucet was. It was almost too dim to know which was hot and which was cold, but I managed. I turned the faucet to the left and instantly felt warm water spray against my tattered body. I bent back up and noticed there was a single bar of soap on a ledge waiting for me. I eagerly swiped it up and eagerly lathered myself with it.

It felt like years since I had taken a wonderful shower, I loved the sensations it gave me. I tilted my head up so that my face was exposed to the rushing stream of water. I hissed softly as my swelling cheek was hit, but endured the pain with the knowledge that this would only help its condition. The liquid ran down my breasts and my stomach, almost as if it was cleansing me of the sins I'd committed. I reached up and took the detachable shower head from its holster, spraying my upper thighs, my feet, and my legs. I remembered back when I was home I would often take showers for two purposes: to become clean and to masturbate. I tilted the head to my pussy and sprayed my clit, spreading my two flaps. I wanted to be as clean as possible there. It was important to make sure your private areas were clean regardless of what happened. I knew I would be dirty there again soon, but for the time being, I would be clean.

I looked upwards again and closed my eyes, trying to put my mind at ease. I began to think back to my friends and family in Konoha. My mother, my father, and my sister were there; I wondered if they missed me. I wondered if they even knew I was gone. Shiina, Tay, and JayJay were also there, and I deeply wondered if they missed me as much as I missed them.

Memories of jolly times fled back to me, and I had to try to fight back tears once again. Though I lived on my own, my mother and father always gave me the money for food if I needed it; they made sure I was safe and that I had all my basic needs. My sister and I fought a lot when I was back at home, but that was something I loved. Fighting with her meant that she cared about me and my opinions enough to have a dispute, and I felt the same way. Tay and I would train hard and share gossip almost every single day. With her, I was able to be perverted and lively. With her, I had a connection like Shiina and JayJay did. I could easily say that she was my one of my ultimate best friends. JayJay and I hardly spend much time together, but whatever we did, it seemed to involve food and jokes. I regretted not being able to get the closest to him. With Shiina, I talked about life and was able to be as calm as clear water. She was the sort of person that had an air of mystery and knowledge to her, and I liked that. When she and JayJay were together, there was a lot of playful conflict and fun. It was hard thinking about the ties I had in Konoha, and it was even harder to believe that everyone was gone from my reach. I desperately wanted to give my parents a big hug and have them tell me that everything would be alright. I wanted to wake up the following day to Shiina and JayJay threatening to maim each other. I wanted to rest easy, thinking that I would live forever... but I couldn't do any of those things anymore.

I felt a few tears drizzle down my face as I lathered my hair with soap and washed the grease from it. There was so much I wanted to do in Konoha. I wanted to believe that I would be rescued, and I wanted my friends and family to know I was still alive. I could think of nothing but the notes I'd left for anyone to find. That's right – I left the first entry in my house in one of the drawers in case I went missing. I prayed that someone found it, and I prayed that they would understand my situation. I wondered eagerly if anyone had embarked to find Sasori yet, and I instantly help hope well up inside me. Thinking of my friends and family, thinking of Naruto, Neji, Shikamaru, and Lee, and thinking of everyone in Konoha – I found the strength to keep going. I felt my wavering spirit rise and kick me. I felt that someone would find me. I felt that someone would come. I felt that all I would have to do was wait a while longer, and try not to die. I would suffer until someone finally came. If I died, at least I would die with even a small bit of hope.

There were two hard knocks at the door that made me jump and snap out of my hopeful thoughts.

"Get out."

My hand went quickly to turn the faucet off. I didn't want to be removed from the water's warm embrace, but I knew he would come in after me if I decided to disobey his orders. I knew that his punishment would be horrid. The water slowly came to a slow stop, and I lifted myself from the shower and onto a mat laid down for me. My body was dripping wet and shaking from the cool, bitter air that struck me instantaneously. I yanked a towel from a rack near the toilet and made sure my body was as dry as I could get it. I hated to admit it, but the short hair was much easier to dry than my longer hair. I rubbed it quickly and then left it alone; it would dry eventually anyways. I wondered if Sasori would randomly open the door and punish me for taking as long as I did drying off. Thoughts of him barging in made me dry myself faster. When I was done, I wrapped the towel around my body and gave a deep sigh. The shower had refreshed me, and refreshing had been something I'd really needed.

I faced the mirror, moving close to it, inspecting my face and covered body, picking out new flaws. I noted that there was a bit of acne forming on my forehead. I hoped my 'master' wouldn't mind a few more imperfections; I feared what would happen if he did. I turned away from the mirror and faced the door. I took a few deep breaths and turned the handle to reveal the redhead gazing down the hall with a bored expression. He glanced at me with the same expression and waved a hand lazily to make the usual chakra strings appear. Again, he walked down the cold hallway, and again my body froze every step of the way.

He pushed the door to my room open and stepped inside once again. The air smelled dirty and musky, and I wondered if that had been what I'd smelt liked post shower. The door closed behind me and I almost jumped. I'd allowed myself to be too relaxed. I scolded myself for not planning ahead and preparing for the future in the shower. I didn't know what to expect from him. He released me from his strings.

"Your clothes are on the bed. You will wear them or settle for your naked body being exposed to me at all times."

I found what he said chilling. I didn't want to reject any type of clothing if it was offered to me. I wondered if the clothes were so bad that I would want to reject them. I didn't know why else he would have said what he said. I stopped my thoughts momentarily to nod once, bowing a bit to show whatever thanks that he thought he deserved.

I walked over to the bed and took a look at his plan for me. My hand went to the fabric; it felt soft and new in my damp hands. It was smooth leather, and I knew it would be a tight fit on me. There was a top and a bottom. The top - if it could even be called a top - only covered half of my breasts. I guessed that it would only just cover my nipples. On the front of it, there was a silver zipper that could be easily zipped and unzipped. This gave Sasori the opportunity to zip it down at any point in time, exposing my perky breasts. I may as well have put my Konoha headband over my chest; the leather was just a little bigger. The bottom of the outfit was a skirt, the same colour and texture as the 'top', with a short slit in the front. The slit looked as though it stopped just below where my vagina was. Ending right at the slit, was a zipper that (just like the top) gave Sasori easy access to my body. It was short, going down to only to my upper thighs, revealing a lot of skin. Under the bottom part were panties with a long slit in them. This came as no surprise to me; I knew he wouldn't care about my comfort. He would have easy access to my pussy despite underwear. I didn't want to put any of it on. From behind, I heard him tapping his foot impatiently.

"If you keep me waiting, I'll dress you myself."

I dropped my towel quickly, and shook my head. He really wanted me to wear the clothes. I didn't want him touching me in any way if I could help it, and I knew he would find some kind of sick pleasure out of dressing me up. I picked up the top first, unzipping it and swinging it around to my back so that the zipper was on the front. It was complicated, but I finally got my fingers to cooperate and zip it up so I could stop furiously holding onto both ends of the black leather. I pushed both of my breasts into place and noted that the outfit made my cleavage bigger than it actually was. I reached for the skirt, pulling it up my legs. The leather felt amazingly smooth, very comfortable to have on, but it was still a tight fit. I zipped the skirt up as far as it would go, and then adjusted whatever I needed to. I was rather paranoid about anything falling into view by mistake. I kept my head lowered from his face, instead staring at the floor, my hands set elegantly on both of my upper thighs.

His footsteps were slow and menacing as always, putting me in suspense until he stopped just in front of me. One hand was placed atop my right thigh, while his other lightly lifted my chin up to look at him. I was blushing furiously from his soft touches and the revealing outfit. Before Sasori, I had never dreamed of wearing anything as sexy as what he'd forced me to wear. I wouldn't have minded wearing it at all if it wasn't his perverted eyes that were undressing me. I swiftly averted my eyes as my face levelled with him, not sure if he desired me to look at him or not. The last thing I wanted was another slap... or worse. I was still getting used to the new rules, and everything seemed a little blurry, as if it was all a haunting nightmare that I would soon awaken from. I almost chuckled aloud and released my insanity; I wished I would just wake up.

"You may look at me, doll."

His voice was demanding instead of gentle. I traced my eyes along his face, taking in his nose and his lips before looking to his dazzling eyes. He was staring back into mine. I felt a chill go down my spine; his eyes were deadly weapons and he knew it. He gazed into my eyes for what seemed like minutes, and I wondered what he could pick out of them. I wondered if he was able to see deep within me some how, and dearly hoped he could not. His lips were curved into a small smirk, as if he felt better because I was obeying him. He probably did. What kind of a black hearted man wanted a disobedient sex toy? Sure, it was fun breaking them, but when it all came down, it was better to have an obedient slut than a disobedient whore. He gradually lowered my face again and gripped my right arm tightly. I flinched and almost drew back.

"It's time for you to fulfill your tasks." He hissed, with nothing short of sheer amusement.

Authoresses' note:

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