7 Breaking old Habits
He left me lying there, so utterly destroyed I should have died on the cold floor. I would have given up killing Itachi to have died on that floor. It hurts… so much… The physical pain became far too much for my body to even bother processing. But the emotional weight of the agony of what I hoped to be true love was greater than any pain I ever felt.
I was alone… does he want me to die?
I really had no reason to move – no drive or will at all. But somehow, something inside me forced memories of happiness into my mind. I had an essence of strength growing in me; from some strange place I'm not sure of.
I lifted my arm. Every part of me was bruised. I pressed my palm flat against the floor, lifting my weight. My body had been engulfed in blood. Knowing it was mine made it hard not to become weak. My other arm followed, pressing as the first, lifting me up higher. I tried to pull my leg forward. FUCK! I didn't dare scream out loud. If I did, he'd probably come back and do it again. But moving my legs hurt more than anything. I had to keep moving, I had to run away.
I pulled the leg forward a bit more, bending my bottom, a flap of torn skin fell. I let out a soft, nearly silent shriek. The pain was the hardest to deal with, now. The other leg followed, the same piercing pain generated from my leg sped throughout the rest of my body. Another flap of skin. I gagged, biting my lip to stay silent. My arms tugged forward, pulling my body to the door.
I… have… to get…
"GAH!" I had to get away. I had to. There was no more question in my mind of fantasies of a loveless love. I had no want, no care, no fucking thought or desire to be anywhere near him. Orochimaru… I moved my lips to his name, closing my eyes to block the tears. I ached.
I ached.
I had an idea, that this is what it must have been like for Naruto, when I left him. It's a piercing pain, it starts small – the size of a pin… no, smaller. It's like a rusted scalpel, carving against your already torn skin. My heart cried. My eyes refused to let the recognition of the pain show on my face. I was happy. I didn't have to fight him anymore.
Inch by inch, inch by inch. I had to think of something, anything that would keep me happy long enough to disappear. But nothing came to mind. Nothing at all.
The bitter scent of cold sweat, like the first morning of a mission, stained my nose. I collapsed, either from the pain, or the sadness. I lied limp for a while, searching the deepest alcove of my mind. Nothing
Darkness
Empty
Bitter
Fucking
Darkness.
I've been lost.
"Sasuke-kun…." The deep chuckle fermented my body in a deep excruciating bliss I wanted to fuck without permission. I wanted to kill him.
"Ah, Orochimaru? What do you want?" I have no idea how much time had passed since our non-consensual rendezvous. I didn't care.
"That's no way to treat your master, Sasuke-kun." I have the feeling he enjoys saying my name.
"Why do you do that?" I looked down, my eyes growing to the red fired passion I beckoned.
"Do what?" His voice was still as slithery as ever.
"Say my name every time you speak to me?"
"I don't, I didn't do it last time, Sasuke-kun." He chuckled. My body radiated with anger, I suddenly wanted to piss on him. Have I gone mad?
"Why do you call yourself my master?" My eyes opened, the red glare bled onto his eyes. I stared them down. Snake.
"Well, look at the pickle you're in." He chuckled, his eyes closing. Sinister bastard.
I couldn't help but laugh. I was chained to a wall.
Simple as that.
The fuck tied me up.
"Going to rape me again?" my eyes descended into onyx. Fucker.
"You know you liked it, Sasuke-kun." His tongue trailed along my naked torso. My nipple hardened.
"No, I dind't." The lack of stress in my voice killed his ego.
"Oh? Then why did you moan my name in your sleep?"
"I didn't." I sharpened my eyes momentarily, allowing the crimson anger to infiltrate my obsession.
He removed his tongue.
"I didn't realize you had such an angry disposition on this, Sasuke-kun."
"How could you not."
"Well, how was I to know you didn't want it."
"Perhaps the screaming? It was a rather loud plea for immediate impede."
"Ah, I thought those were screams of pleasure."
"Liar." My jaw clenched. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar.
"I honestly did." He laughed, again.
I pulsated, trembled, and convulsed at the wicked sound of his low voice. Any other time and I would have creamed myself then, and there – begged for his hand to press against me in the most sensitive places. I'm fucking insane.
"You're not very good at lying." My eyes fell closed, I scowled, my lips curled. "Bastard."
"Now, now, that's not very nice Sasuke-kun." His laugh rang my ears.
"Stop laughing, it's annoying." No more questions no more, 'Please, Orochimaru – stop.' Just straight forward: 'Knock it the fuck off.'
"I don't have to." He laughed more, bringing his face closer to my ringing ear.
"Knock it off Orochimaru."
"Make me…" his tongue slipped against my ear, licking the skin.
"Fine." I kneed him in the gut. My legs were free, but I was hung to a wall. Fuck, my shoulders hurt…
"Guh," he stepped back, "That wasn't very nice Sasuke-kun."
"Shut up. Like I'd care." My tongue was quick against the back of my teeth.
"You should." He laughed his way out of the room.
Mistake number one:
Never leave a determined Uchiha in a room alone.
I laughed lightly once I knew he was gone. Stupid fool. And to think I thought I loved you. I'm rather disappointed.
My hands strained a bit, tugging and yanking against the metal shackles. They bled. I looked up, noticing a few trickles and drops of blood on my nose.
"Great." I mumbled. My arms were tired of holding my weight up. I made a clone. Good…
Plop goes to me.
I fell to the floor, landing on my feet. My eyes shot up, I looked around, the red crimson absorbing my innocence I had already lost. He wasn't anywhere around. I've probably been here a while. My wrists are bloody… but my ass feels fine… strange.
I cupped my right wrist, it took the most damage. Which was a good thing, I needed my left arm for my revenge.
Orochimaru is going to die. Tonight.
