Hate was such a vague word that couldn't describe how I felt towards the place I was in or my captors holding me hostage. Hatred and anger weren't strong enough to completely desrcibe how I felt, and I don't think I could have been able to find that word. By this point. I'd been there for at least a month yet prayer after prayer there was no sign of a possibility of me leaving. There was no possibility of any of us leaving, no matter how much we all prayed. In the past, I had never been the kind of person to go to church or pray, but knowing that we could do nothing else but hope that there was a God out there who could hear our cries, I found myself kneeling by my bedside every evening, praying for release, to return home to my family.

I had began to learn how harsh the real world beyond Konoha was. It was in no way the freedom I had forever yearned for. I was treated as though I was some form of animal, not the human being with rights that I really was. Soldiers were monsters, demons in the bodies of men. Had they been sent from Satan, treating me, treating us this way because we had sinned? If only I could take back every one of my wrong doings and replace it with something good then I wouldn't have arrived here in the first place.

Captain Sasuke was a different situation entirely.

In the few weeks I'd been there, I learned that not only the prisoners lived in fear of him but the soldiers under him also. He shot everyone who had disobeyed him - soldier or prisoner - dead. I could only wonder why I was still alive when I had disobeyed him so much so far and though the fact that I was still living was something I should have been grateful for, part of me hoped that he would just kill me so I wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

I supposed that an army needed a ruthless and strong Captains to lead them to victory. But then again, there must have been better choices – ones with more experience, older and understanding. Sasuke didn't fit into that description at all. All that he had was youth, his strength and his handsome features. He wasn't a leader of men - no, far from it.

My thoughts would wander back to my parents in Suna sometimes, as I lay in the bunks at night. I wondered if they were conscious of my whereabouts or if they had given up hope of my return? I guess I should have felt some hatred towards my father also. As I said to the Captain, my father was to blame for dragging us out to Suna in the first place. How my life would have been different if we'd just stayed. Temari and Tenten would have been by my side, servants attending to my every need and hot food to warm my stomach. Yes, I sounded conceited, but I was living in complete contrast to my previous life, I as living like I was no longer even human. That life would only remain a distant memory and I knowing when I would ever return to it. If I managed to survive that long.

I was hit by a storm of cold wind as I stepped out of the Resting building. It looked as though winter had finally arrived, snowflakes slowly descending from the dark overcast skies above. Inhaling the icy cold freshness, I shivered from the freezing temperatures of my surroundings. The temperature had dropped drastically overnight and in my meagre thin clothing, I did not feel the slightest hint of warmth. If only I had my winter coat.

I stood alongside familiar prisoners as they reacted in the same state that I did to our changing weather while the solders walked back and forth restlessly across the gravel. Their actions seemed different to me, too strange to have been normal. I expected them to be shouting orders to us like usual or being given orders from someone of a higher rank, but they looked frantic, too busy to have the time to deal with us - something was finally going in our favour. It looked as if they were expecting something.

I turned my head back to the door of the building, thinking I heard someone calling out to me. There was no one there though - it must have been just a figment of my imagination. Moegi should have been fast asleep in the bunk, only awaking if there was some sort of disturbance. Despite only being four years old, I thought of Moegi as a friend, a much younger girl, but still a friend. At times, I was in need of someone to converse with; otherwise I would go crazy, talking to myself. She stayed by my side and I was there for her.

"Open the gates!" One soldier roared loudly and I covered my ears at the sound as crowds of them rushed at the order.

I unconsciously raised my head , watching as large trucks drove in through the newly opened gate before the wheels crunched on the soft, newly-set snow that blanketed the cold gravel. That was the first time they had opened the gates since we had first arrived, giving us the smallest glimpse back to the outside world, and it only reminded me of how trapped we were. I could tell from the looks of the people that were standing around me that they were imaging themselves quickly escaping through the gates in that time of the soldiers busyness - the soldiers would never have noticed that anyone was gone. But escape was nothing but a dream. If anyone did manage to get through the gate, the men who walked across the tops of those large walls could see them and they would be shot dead before they could even take another step,

The trucks halted to an abrupt stop, soldiers running forward at the sight. I exchanged questioning glances with the man by my side before turning back to watch what was occurring, wondering what was in there that was making them act like that. Their behaviour was strange. I didn't understand what was happening. That was until I saw the trucks contains as they flooded out from the open doors.

There were many foreign faces, faces that were pale with anxiety and confusion, stained with blood, as the soldiers dragged the men out from the back of the truck like they were worthless and threw them out into the snow. I could see them shivering just like myself, their filthy uniforms coated in layers of mud and dirt. I almost pitied them until I realised that we were all in the same situation now and in a world like ours, it seemed like it was only every man for himself.

I couldn't hide my surprise at their conditions, however. The men were falling into the snow and were unable to lift themselves back up, so weak and tired, even when the Oto soldiers yelled instructios at them. Some had missing limbs, some barely hanging onto life anymore. Fresh wound were gushing with blood which streamed down their faces, others were encrusted by dirt, infected by bacteria. These were all men who had devoted their life to protecting their country, who had once worn their uniforms and adorned their country's symbol proudly. Now, they were nothing but prisoners, who had failed to complete their task.

This was the result of a war, a war that had no end until so many people were hurt.

"I think they are soldiers from Kumo and Suna," One man who stood by my side whispered to another, the tan skin of the Kumo soldiers starkly contrasting against the white of the snow. "They must have brought them in as prisoners of war."

"With those injuries, most of them will be dead by tomorrow," The other man claimed, shaking his head disapprovingly, "That is unless the Oto soldiers shoot them first."

The Oto soldiers, dressed in their fitted black uniforms with the red trim, the country's symbol hanging proudly on there sleeves, had pulled out their guns and were waving them tauntingly as if they wanted to flaunt their power to the new prisoners and force them to obey orders. It was painful to have to watch something like that, to watch helpless men become herded like cattle and become as worthless as the insects we try to swat away from our homes. No one deserved to be treated in such a way and knowing that the Grim Reaper would make an appearance some time in the close future, I wanted to escape before any blood was shed.

"Our empires are all falling and we can't do a single thing to stop it. Konoha is next."

That was a fact that no one wanted to admit was true though we all knew that it was. No one wanted to admit that the countries that we were all proud of weren't strong enough against Otogakure. We all wanted to believe that we were going to be victorious in the end despite the downward spirals and the deaths and the prisoners. Wishes and dreams were all that I had - they were the only things that everyone in our growing crowd had as fallen soldiers tried to lift themselves back up to face their captors, to face the rest of us as if they could sense our worry and tried to smile like it could give us some sense of hope that everything was going to be okay.

The Oto soldiers watched them and laughed as they would stumble in their steps and fall back into the snow, mocking them, taunting them, while the rest of us could do nothing but gasp and whisper amongst each other with pity and resentment. Dark clouds floated above our heads, blocking the light rays of the sun, and I couldn't help but feel everything growing darker, and as our crowd seemed to grow larger with each passing moment, it seemed that we had garnered the attention of the Lieutenants that were monitoring their 'delivery'.

"Move away! Nothing to see here!" the Lieutenant shouted, pacing towards us with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark with anger. With each step he took forward, we moved backwards, turning away from the scene before us and going back to where we should have been. Watching the fallen soldiers any longer would only have hurt our pride for our country even more anyway.

"Wait!"

Everyone came to an almost perfect synchronised halt, and we turned back at the sound of another voice. The other lieutenant, his glasses positioned perfectly on his nose, silver hair flopping onto his forehead, called out to us, his lips pressed together in a straight line. He held his hand upwards but dropped it down to his side as he walked towards the crowd of us with no flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"I think they should be allowed to see this," One corner of his lips was tugged upwards. "These are their country's soldiers. They should be able to see them in action."

Two of the privates dragged one soldier forward, his uniform tattered and dirty, the symbol of the country's flag torn from the fabric, but the hint of green that peeked beneath the layers of dirt made it obvious to us all that he was from Konoha. He was forced to kneel on the expanse of snow in front of us as they pulled onto his hair and forced him to face us. His eyes met mine briefly, his shame and his fear evident within them before he dropped his gaze and stared at the frozen pathway that he was sat upon.

The Lieutenant walked carefully behind him, his shoes thudding against the ice. "Look at your country's men now!" He yelled mockingly.

He pulled out a katana from beneath his jacket and before our minds could even register what was happening, he sliced it through the soldier's back. The victim's cry resounded in the air, the pain overcoming everything else as he dropped to the ice, the blood dripping from his wound while all of us could do nothing but watch him suffer as the snow cascaded from the skies above us. Such pain for men who had tried to protect their country.

I couldn't watch him suffer any longer while the life slowly drained out of him and the light escaped out of his eyes. No one could. It pained us all.

In contrast to the freezing temperatures of the outside, the kitchen was soaring in heat. The stoves and pots, the other girls bustling around the room frantically, the lack of ventilation, was all building up this boiling reaction within the room, the sweat dripping from our faces as we tried to cook for the bastards who sat around lazily when they were not taking lives from innocent people. It was all so uncomfortable. The girls were unfriendly, isolating me as they gossiped amongst themselves, glancing at me occasionally before breaking into a giggle. I couldn't help but feel self conscious as they jeered and spoke about me as I stood alongside them.

Not knowing what I had done to garner such hatred from the others made everything much worse. They had treated me this way since we had all first arrived, since we had first started working together and I couldn't help but resent the fact that I couldn't just live in peace. Captain Sasuke and the other soldiers obviously hated me, they hated us all, but other prisoners too? What had I done in a past life to deserve all of this? I wasn't going to be accepted by anyone here.

"Well, well it looks like you're all slacking off." I was caught off guard, almost slicing my finger with the knife as I chopped vegetables.

A smirk played the soldier's lips as he leaned his back against the doorway, arms crossed, shaking his head in disapproval as another came up by his side. His hair was matted against his forehead as drops of snow hung between the brown strands, instantly melting in the heat that was suffocating us.

"You do know what happens when we're not pleased with your actions, right?"

None of us said anything. We knew not to - any word we said had to be spoken carefully or there would be trouble. A lot of trouble. We stood frozen as our eyes darted back and forth, trying to make ourselves aware of every movement these soldiers made to save ourselves from anything that they would try against us. With the number of stories going around camp about people being killed during work going around in the camp, you could never be too careful. They were all monsters.

"You'll get in trouble!" he shouted, slamming his fist down on the table. Two rushed forward to pick up the contents which had fallen to the floor, their bodies shaking vigorously in fear.

He paced himself around the room, the floor below us sounding with every shift in his step as if he knew how much he frightened us all. His eyes scanned over the crowd of us and of what we had done in the kitchen, boring holes through our backs as he ran a hand through his dishevelled locks. It seemed like he was deliberately trying to find some fault in us so that we could be punished accordingly, and I couldn't help but worry that I would be his victim. The thought only sent shivers down my spine.

"I want all of this work done and if it's not complete to standard, may god save you all!" He yanked the door open and rushed out, slamming the door shut in his wake.

We were still numb in fright as the door swung back and forth until it came to a complete stop, his words hanging fresh in our minds. None of us wanted to die, nobody ever did. No matter how badly they treated us, we didn't want to die by their hands, still believing that there was a world out there, beyond those walls, that we could go back to. And if they only way we could do that was to comply with their orders then it was what we were going to do, no matter how much it pained us and how uncomfortable it made us feel.

The slamming of a heavy object resounded in the air, echoing as each girl's eyes followed the trail of notes for the source. One of the other girls, Tayuya, I believe she was called, held the chopping board in her hands as she forced it against the counter top and stared at the rest of us, her lips pressed together in a thin line, brows knitted together.

She cleared her throat, her lips parting as the words escaped from between them, voice raised, "You heard what he said. Get back to work! I'd rather not die today." She stepped forward as if she was in charge, the sternness of her features unwavering while her fiery, red locks fanned out from behind her.

The silence continued to hang in the air, save for the few whispers uttered between the lips of those who weren't fond of this girl's pompous attitude. No one dared to speak against her, however, knowing that they would only be subjected to more of her tough and hard-hitting words, and so, all we returned to what we were doing before he had disturbed us, as if there wasn't a chance that at least one of us could be dead in the hours that would follow.

Not a word was spoken. Not a sound heard but the gentle bubbling of the boiling water and knives hitting against the chopping boards. In a way I was kind of glad that we were in silence. The girls didn't have the opportunity to laugh or make fun of me. I didn't have to feel isolated from the crowd. But, my pink locks were always going to make me stick out like a sore thumb

"Sakura."

My head lifted immediately at the sound of the call. It was the first time any of these girls had spoken to me directly and so I set down the knife in my hands and turned to face the one who had called out to me.

"I need some more vegetables for this soup. Go fetch some," Tayuya said as she forced a bucket into my hands as our eyes met.

An eyebrow raised unconsciously as I scanned over the other girls in the room, questioning why I was the one who had been chosen. Fetching vegetables meant I would have to go to the warehouse at the other side of the camp, in the freezing, sub zero climate beyond the door. I needed an escape from the heat, but not like this. Raising an eyebrow, I scanned the other girls questioning why I was the one chosen. Could it have just been her favouritism towards the other girls? Or the fact that she just wanted me to suffer?

"But I can't, I-"

"What are you waiting for? I told you to go," she growled, her face reddening in anger as I watched her, not making the slightest move. She inched towards me and grabbed my arm, trying to drag me across the vinyl floors as the others watched and sneered, the smirks hanging upon their lips as the door was pulled open and I was shoved out, the cold air hitting my skin immediately.

Struggling under the weight of the bucket in my hands, I slowly dragged my feet back to the kitchen. I'd grown weak and from lack of food and overwork. The natural curves of my body, the healthy fat that had once hung against the muscle had been replaced with a cadaverous, bony structure. I was a skeleton, unhealthy and underweight, yet there was nothing I could do to improve my health. If I didn't die at the soldiers hands, I would merely just starve.

My legs struggled to shift my body across the ice, my teeth biting down on my lower lip due to the straining muscles. I scanned my eyes over the crowds around me though I knew no one could help me even if they wanted to, soldiers pushing them around as they nudged them forward with the tips of their guns. I could feel eyes upon my back as a few sniggers escaped into the air around us and I knew that the Captain's hairstyling had drawn their attention, the pink tufts sticking around my head awkwardly, no matter how much I tried to smooth them down. Holding my gaze downwards, I shuffled past them and tried to get away before their words got to me.

In due time, I managed to shove the door to the kitchen open, holding the bucket in my numbing hands while hoping that I could find somewhere to put it down before my fingers snapped off from their joints. I lifted my head as my shoes, soaked by melted snow and ice, squished against the vinyl floors, as heads turned and sets of eyes gradually rested on me.

There were two soldiers standing amongst the other girls, as if they had been inspecting them carefully in my absence, their eyes following every move the others made like something was bound to go wrong. The door leading outside swung back slowly until it locked in place and the heat was constricted in the room, the cool air locked away, and I had never wanted to feel the coolness on my skin more in my life than in that moment, even if I had already been stuck out in that frozen climate. It felt like I was suffocating. I could barely breathe.

Noticing the looks on the other girls faces, one soldier, the one from earlier in the day, turned his head and noticed me as I stood by the door, pail in hand, frozen in my steps. "Look what we have here, another slacker," He said, his dark eyes focusing in on me as the other also turned. I didn't know what to do, whether I should have said something to him, whether I should have stayed where I was or hand over the bucket.

"Where have you been? You've been gone for an hour," A girl whispered sternly as she stormed past me, pinching my arm. She sent me a deadly glare as I winced in pain, my arms continue to struggle under the weight pulling it down.

I felt everyone's eyes burn holes in my back as they turned to look at me, their ears picking up her exact words, dark eyes glaring, and eyebrows raised in confusion. Even I was confused. Had I really been gone for an hour? It felt as though time had dragged on when I was out there in the cold – but I didn't want anything at that point but to go back there and avoid the confrontation that was bound to come. At the center of everyone's attention, I just wished that I could sink into the ground and get away from there before I cause any trouble.

"An hour?" I could sense the anger within his voice, harsh and unforgiving. "That's not acceptable. If this food isn't finish to standard on time, you will be the one to blame," One of the soldiers sneered, pointing his dirty finger at me.

I nodded my head – any words that I would have said were frozen between my numb lips, but even I knew that these men were ones that wouldn't stand for anything but agreement. I didn't want my blood to spill out onto the floors beneath us, to mix in with the dirt and gravel. I may have been young, but I was not stupid – I was no longer stupid, like that girl who tried to stand up for herself on that first day.

The other girls continued with their work, rushing around frantically like wild chickens with the chance that the soldiers could go back on their word and punish us all. I pulled the bucket up higher as the soldier turned and walked away, though I knew he was keeping a constant eye on me as I paced myself forward carefully, trying to watch my steps as to not spill any water, especially with soldiers watching. One bad move start a whole chain reaction and like he said, I would be the one to blame for everything. It was like that girl knew that this would happen so that she could get rid of me, the most unpopular person there.

My stomach churned with every step I took, my heart beating loudly in my chest as the blood rushed through me. The feeling of discomfort continued to grow, and I couldn't rid my mind of the thought that something bad was going to happen. The entire situation just seemed so strange, but then maybe I was just over thinking things.

I shook the thought away, but I should have trusted myself. I should have just remained careful.

Everything happened so quickly, my mind couldn't process it all.

As I went to make my next step, I tripped, the bucket slipping from my hands and onto the floor. Water spilled across the vinyl flooring before I had time to scoop the bucket back into my hands. The girls moving the pots slipped, their contents spilling out on the ground. All it took was for me to spill the water to ruin dinner completely. I was the one to blame. I would be in trouble. Only God could save me from my punishment.

The soldiers burst into a fit of laughter, guffaws echoing around the room. I dropped my head in humiliation, my cheeks reddening, throat hurting as my clothes soaked in the filthy water sprayed all over the floor.. I didn't want to look at anyone else at that moment. I didn't want to see the anger and anguish on their faces.

Trying to keep my mind off the thought of death, I couldn't believe that this all happened to me. I wanted to scream. What had I done wrong in my life for all of these events to happen to me? Was it the fact that I had lived a rich lifestyle my whole life? Or because people were out to harm me?

Tears fell from my eyes, dropping into the pools that surrounded me. Though I didn't want people to see me that way, to pity me, I couldn't restrain my tears any longer. I wasn't a strong person. I was no Captain. I was a little girl who needed her mother, a shoulder to cry on.

"Get up!" The soldier growled as he gripped my arm forcefully and hoisted me off the ground.

Water dripped from the bottom of my dress like droplets of rain in a storm. I snuck a glance at the girls around me, some eyeing me with mock sincerity, others with fury and anger clearly evident in their dark eyes.

The room was eerily silent, not a sound heard but the water from my clothes as they pooled beneath my feet.

"Clean this all up bitch! I think we should allow the Captain to decide your punishment so you'll get what you deserve," he snarled, leaning his face close to mine as he spoke. A smirk curved at his lips as he mentioned word of the Captain, as if he knew of the Captain's previous harsh treatment towards me

"The rest of you can leave. Now get to work!" He spoke calmly with the others but raised his voice once more as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me into a kneeling position on the ground. The others rushed out of the room, their footsteps thudding on the floor as they escaped. Completely isolated, I didn't know if I would ever be able to see any of them again.

Without the slightest idea of how to scrub that floor, I rolled up my sleeves and tried not to get myself in any more trouble in my attempt to do what I was told. I'd never been forced to do such work in my life. Our maids did all of our work for us – we never had to lift a finger – and it was only at that moment that I realized how privileged I had always been. Trying to relive the moments when I had past them working, I wondered why anyone would do this type of work intentionally, it was disgusting and awful. The maids did this work for the money they would receive at the end of the day, but at the end of my day, I would be receiving no pay, but a harsh punishment.

I felt a slight breeze brush past me, sending a chill up my spine as I started to scrub the rancid floor clean. Raising my head at the pitter-patter of feet on the floor, I spotted a figure moving through the shadows in the dimly lit room, petite and small so it couldn't have been a soldier, moving closer. I lifted my head and scanned the room but as no one appeared in my line of sight, I believed I had just misjudged my situation and it had probably just been a soldier who had checking up on me soundlessly, until the figure reappeared. They let out a low sigh as they knelt to the floor by my side, a small, dainty hand resting on the cleaning cloth by my side as they dragged it towards themselves.

"I thought you may want some help. It was terrible what they did to you back there," A gentle voice spoke from my side. I twisted my head in curiosity to see the figure as they scrubbed the floor in assistance to me.

I recognised her from work in the kitchen and although we'd never breathed a word to each other, I could tell she was more sincere and thoughtful than the others who didn't have any second thoughts before they rushed out. Her pale eyes were soft, kind even, and showed no anger or hatred towards me. And she was the only one who had returned to help me.

"You are Sakura Haruno, right? I'm Hinata," She was almost soundless as she spoke, her voice so airy and soft.

"I am. How did you know?"

"I recognised you from when the others erm… talked about your hair," Hinata paused, her voice dropping into a mutter as she avoided my eyes. I could tell she was trying to spare my feelings, not wanting me to be angry for her mentioning it. "This place is like hell. The longer we stay here, the more unbearable it will be. No one deserves to be here."

She grumbled, anger flickering for a single moment in her eyes before it faded away. I wondered if she too was from a privileged family, and had been torn away from her home before she had time to say goodbye, and I assumed she had been, judging from the polite manner in which she spoke and the way that she struggling, just as I was, to scrub the floor.

"I understand how you feel. I haven't done anything wrong, to aggravate them into bringing me here yet they kidnapped me and here I am. I just want to go home and see my family again," I forced the sob back down my throat as I replied, my voice quivering with sadness. Brushing the tear away from the rim of my eye, I glanced at my hands, wrinkled from the water, aching from scrubbing endlessly. At that rate, I would have cuts and blisters by the time I finished. How would I 'please' the Captain with sore hands?

She nodded her head, her face lighting up with a burning fury as she spoke, "That's exactly my point. And do you know why we're all here?" I shook my head, "Because we're either from Konoha or Suna. Most of the people here are powerful/rich or they have links to the army, that's all. The soldiers from Konoha that arrived here this morning were brought fresh from the battlefield. Less people in an army, the easier they are to defeat. Defeat the allies and then you can defeat the country," She sounded like she too wanted to cry, "None of us deserve to be here," Hinata finished with a sigh, glancing at me sympathetically.

I was only a prisoner because my father was of high status in the army. It was preposterous, yet the only logical explanation. I had done nothing wrong but with my father's status in the army, I had become a target for the enemy, and once I understood this fact, I was finally able to understand why my father made us flee Konoha so quickly. He wanted my mother and I to be safe, and I couldn't help but wonder what he felt at this moment, knowing he wasn't able to keep me safe, knowing that I was no in the hands of our enemies. Unable to hold in my fury, I furrowed my eyebrows in anger. I didn't choose to be born into that family or country, so why did I have to suffer? Why did any of us?

I breathed in and out calmly, feeling instant serenity as I tried to leave those thoughts behind me. None of these things mattered anymore, only survival did, and I wanted to live long enough to be able to walk out of this camp and return to Konoha.

"Thank you," I whispered quietly to Hinata.

"Thank you? For what?"

"For coming back to help me," I answered, the faintest of smiles lingering up on my lips. She was the only other prisoner who cared for my wellbeing and I was sincerely grateful to her.

Knowing that I had an impending visit to the Captain that evening did nothing but bring me extreme discomfort and fear. Despite the last few weeks of being somewhat kind and gentle with me, nothing would prepare me for my punishment, even if it wasn't my fault. I was sure that he didn't care about who had ruined dinner, only that someone deserved to be punished for it, and unfortunately that had to be me. All I could do was hope that his intentions weren't bad and I would return harm-free to the others, no matter how unpredictable Captain Sasuke was.

As the soldier appeared at the door that evening, knots twisted in my gut and acid sizzled at the bottom of my stomach. I had to be strong. I couldn't cry yet, not when the punishment hadn't even happened yet. I couldn't cry while Moegi watched me with sad eyes, clutching onto my hand as if she could sense my fear and worried that I wouldn't be returning that evening.

"I need to go now. Keep her safe for me," I said to Hinata who had switched bunks with another as to be closer to me, to Moegi and I. Quickly smoothing out the hairs on Moegi's head, I dragged my feet towards the smirking soldier awaiting me by the door.

Going through our usual routine, he led me through the hallways, pushing through the doors, passing groups of soldiers on our way to the Captain's chambers, except this time, I had never been more frightful of what would happen once I was beyond that large oak door. Perhaps he didn't care and I would be out of there quickly without harm. Maybe another soldier gets into some trouble and he has to leave to deal with them before he is through with me. I had never prayed for a way out as much as I had in those final moments before Sasuke would stand before me, my emerald eyes meeting his dark, emotionless orbs.

It was as if time had escaped from our reaches as the soldier's grip loosened on my arm as he clenched his hand into a fist, knocking on the door before us – I could swear we had only just left the cabin moment's earlier. The wait, the anticipation was making me go insane. The thudding of feet on the hard concrete floor on the other side of the huge door grew louder before the door flew open to show Sasuke, dressed down from his usual attire - the top of his shirt unbuttoned, hair rustled, sleeves wrinkled.. The soldier shoved me into his arms, returning down the hallway to his peers.

I wrinkled my nose at the reeking smell of alcohol lingering in the air and on the Captain's shirt as my nose pressed into the soft fabric. He must have been drinking, no, he was always drinking whiskey or sake, and part of me always wanted to believe that he wasn't actually so cruel, that it was the alcohol.

Guiding me over to his bed, his hands firmly set on my shoulders, he sat me down upon the comfort of the mattress, pacing himself up and down the room. He didn't say a word. Neither did I. And he didn't say anything for a long time, running his slender fingers through his raven tufts a number of times, as if he was unsure of something.

"I heard someone got into trouble today," He said in a nonchalant manner, turning to look at me as though he'd already been informed of what had happened.

His piercing gaze was somehow arousing as his deep voice slipped out of his luscious lips. I couldn't help but feel my stomach churn, noticing for once how handsome he really was. It sickened me though, and I had to ignore it. I was disgusted with myself. He was handsome, yes, probably the most handsome person I had ever met, seen, but what existed on the outside didn't matter when, on the inside, he was the cruelest, most dangerous man. A monster.

When I looked back up at him, he stared, as if awaiting some response from me, but I had no words to say.

"Look, let's just cut the crap," He stepped forward and rested one hand on the matress beside me, his body towering far over mine as he leaned his head down and our eyes met once again. The harshness in his voice was already showing. "You tell me what you did and I'll tell you how I feel about what happened," He raised his voice slightly.

"I dropped water in the kitchen?" I asked, somehow unsure of what he was wanting me to say, though I knew that was the matter he wanted to raise, that he wanted to punish me for.

"Yes, you spilled water all over the kitchen and ruined everything. And do you know what happens to people who ruin everything?" I gulped slowly and nodded my head.

How much longer was he going to make me wait? Why couldn't he have just told me what was going to happen? I couldn't help but feel that this was a game to him, and I knew from the smirk lingering on his lips that he was enjoying my fear. I was just a toy to him, a toy he was going to play with until he broke me.

He placed his lips on my ear and they lingered there softly for a few moments before he said his next words. "They get punished." He whispered but his voice sounded so loud in my ears, so sinister, frightening. A shiver ran up and along the length of my spine as he slowly lifted his head away. His eyes laughed at me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I spoke so softly the words barely left my lips. But Sasuke still managed to hear me.

There it was. Moment of truth. I knew he wouldn't be forgiving and give me another chance. He wouldn't listen if I told him that it wasn't my fault. He had warned me about what would happen if I didn't do what I was told or if I caused trouble. I had to face up to this and be strong before he could break me.

He lifted his hand, brushing the tips of his fingers across my cheeks. I bit down on my lower lip as he stared into my emerald eyes, staring into my soul and finding all of my secrets. "Undress for me," He said slowly, his eyes focusing into me as a devilish grin curved at the corners of his lips.

"What? I-I can't do that," I replied, leaning backwards to create more space between us. I couldn't ever do such a thing for him. I'd grown up knowing I was to save that for my husband. And who knows, maybe Captain Sasuke had even more planned for me in that dirty mind of his. I didn't even want to know what he could have been thinking – it would have only scared me that much more.

"Undress for me until you're completely bare," His words were no longer soft, and I began to sense the authority reappearing as he spoke. "We both know what happened last time you didn't follow my commands. I can do much worse than that Sakura."

He took a single step back and reached into his pocket, the silver glistening under the faint light in the room as he pulled the metal object up and lifted it up. My breath hitched in my throat, blood pumping through my veins, eyes widening.

"If you don't do what I said, I won't hesitate to kill you right now," Sasuke spoke in a stern whisper as he pressed the ice cold steel to my head. His fingers inched towards the trigger, waiting for me to follow his commands, before he would pull. I stared back in fear, knowing I would never get back to the others until I gave him what he wanted.

The cold air hit my exposed skin instantly as I shivered, barely dressed in my undergarments. My dress lay rumpled at my feet. I crossed my arms over my chest, rubbing my hands against my arms as if the friction could warm my skin, but it was to no avail. My face was stained with the tears that streamed down my pallid cheeks, still building up at the rims of my eyes as I stared down at the ground beneath me. I was embarrassed and confused – I'd never shown my body to any man, and I couldn't understand why anyone would want to see me in such a state – so exposed. If that Captain thought I would do anything else for him after this then he was wrong. Very wrong. I couldn't believe that anyone would want to have put me in that kind of situation.

Sasuke cleared his throat and I raised my head to look up as his eyes wandered leisurely up and down my body. His dark orbs met mine for a brief moment before they glued to my semi-exposed chest accentuated by my crossed arms and he licked his lips. He disgusted me.

A storm raged outside, beyond the window, the cold air continuing to seep into the room. A series of minute bumps appeatred across my arms as Sasuke lifted himself off of the bed, strolling towards me until the strong smell of his cologne wafted through my nostrils. He stared, devouring me with his eyes, slyly slipping a hand around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

"You're not finished yet. Let me help you out," His breath felt warm on my neck as he spoke.

Intoxicated by his beautifully cold eyes which stared deep into my soul, I was impervious to the world around me. He was strangely at ease and in peace as his hands snaked upwards, tenderly touching me – that way you would yearn to be touched by a lover. It was not until I felt the cold rush to my back that I knew what he was really doing. The tears rushed to my eyes, biting back the sob which left a lump in my throat.

"Don't touch me." I tried to sound strong, but I instead sounded like a weak, little child.

"What makes you think I would listen to you?"

Turning away from him, I pulled my dress up, trying to cover myself in the best way that I possibly could. He had seen too much – I couldn't let him get to me. The anger flickered in his eyes, the coolness that had lingered transforming into a burning red. He caught my wrist, tightly wrapping his fingers around it as the sharpness of his nails dug into my skin and hurled me against the wall, pinning my bare body against it.

I was trapped between him and the wall, my heart thudding quickly in my chest, loud and terrified, and I was sure that he could have heard it too. A whimper, a cry, a plee escaped from my lips as he gripped my wrists firmly in place and raised them above my head. The tears burned in my eyes as Sasuke's laugh filled the air.

"Can't stop me now? Can you?"

He leaned his face inwards, hurriedly pressing his lips against mine as he hungrily kissed me without any mercy. I'd always thought my first kiss would have been more sweet and special yet in reality it was simply an adulterated, hunger-driven kiss. It was as though he was an animal devouring its prey. A demon sucking the life out of me, my body limp and frozen.

He was in a frenzy and he wouldn't stop until he had everything that he wanted from me. A single hand pressed against my bare stomach, trying to hold me in place as I writhed beneath his grip, wanting his hands to be nowhere near me. I had to take advantage of this dazed state he was in – it was the only way I could save myself from the situation I was in.

I shook my head, his lips detaching from mine quickly as he panted, brushing his raven tufts from his face with the other hand he had used to hold my wrists in place. He reached forward, trying to cup my fiery red cheeks within his hands as he leaned forward once more, but with my hands free, I lifted them, ready to shove him away. His hazy, blurred eyes flickered back in a way that I couldn't describe in words, eyebrows furrowing with his infuriation as he caught my wrists once more.

The sharpness of his nails scratched through my skin as red liquid flowed down my arms. "I'm smarter than you, don't forget that," I looked up at him, his infuriation evident. "I know everything."

"I didn't think it could come to this, but you've left me no choice." He pressed his hand upon my back and without another sound escaping from him, he shoved me against the roughness of the wall. "I won't be so soft this time round," He whispered into my ear, blowing the curling tendrils away.

I didn't know how much I should have feared him. I didn't know how much I should have feared for my life. I didn't know I would regret every sin I had ever committed in my life

Hands tightly bound to the bed rails, trapped in thick cords, blood flow almost restricted to them.

Mouth covered in thin fabric, tied at the back of a head of choppy pink locks.

Body completely bare.

Tears streamed from beautiful emerald eyes, down pale cheeks.

The petite figure of the woman shaking with fear, unable to keep still

The figure behind fingered the smooth leather object within his hands, eyes focusing on his victim, his beautiful little victim. He raised it in his grip, slowly building his anticipation of her reaction, before forcing it down.

She screamed.

He smiled deviously in satisfaction.

Her back would be covered in bruises.

A/N: Wow. I didn't think it would take me this long to update but turns out, editing's a lot harder than it seems. Well, especially when you've started your engineering degree and try to do extracurriculars at the same time haha. Anyways, hope you 'enjoy' reading this update (maybe that's not the right words for it) and that you've been able to understand what's going on there at the end. There was no easy way to write that happening to someone. Hinata seems to be a little OOC but I didn't know who else I could put in for that character.

If you liked then, please let me know. If you didn't, then of course you should let me know haha.

Until next time,

coolgirlaamy xx