***Again...sooooo sorry this took so long, but it is finally here***
Im not sure how long its been since the man left me here, hand cuffed to this bed. My wrists hurt from the cuffs, and my arms hurt from keeping them up for so long.
Why did this have to happen to me? Why not Kisame or Hidan, or someone like that? My neck ached where he had bit me. I want to go home. Ive never felt so scared in my life. Not when I had to slaughter my clan, not ever.
I looked around the room I was in. It was rather large. The walls were painted black, and the floor was an off-white fluffy looking carpet. There was a black leather couch in the corner and a table in front of it. Across from the bed, there was a large stone fireplace. Next to the fireplacr, there was what looks like a closet. In the far end of the room, there was a sword in a holder. It was a katana, and the sheathe had the Uchiha fan on it.
Why did this man have an Uchiha sword? Was he an Uchiha? He couldn't be, Sasuke and I are the only Uchiha's left. I mean, sure, he had all the traits of an Uchiha; cruel, onyx eyes, dark hair, a shit load of pride and a crappy attitude; but who could he be?
I looked over as the door opened. The man, who may or may not be an Uchiha walked in. He walked over to me, the same cruel smile on his face.
"Are you an Uchiha?" I asked, not expecting him to answer.
"Maybe." He said, his voice monotonous.
"Answer the question!" I demanded. The next thing I knew, my cheek hurt. He had slapped me.
"Shut you're goddamn mouth, whore!" He growled.
I did as I was told, not wanting to get hurt more. He opened a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a black leather collar embroidered with red gems, and a chain. He took off the collar that the man at the brothel had put on me, and replaced it with his own. He attached the chain to the collar, and gave it a rough pull.
"Come on." He ordered, pulling me off the bed, and out the door, behind him.
He brought me to a room that looked like an office. It had a large dark wood desk in the middle of the room, and the walls were lined with bookshelves that reached the ceiling. I followed him over to the desk.
"Sit." He commanded. Again I did as I was told.
He turned his chair to face me. He grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him.
"I think its time we go over some rules." He stated. "First of all, I am your Master, and that is what you will call me. Second, you will obey every order I give you, and if you do not I will punish you. And lastly, you will not speak without permission. Umderstand?"
"Yes, Master." I said, quietly. He released my chin, and turned back to the papers at his desk.
I wonder if he'll let me read a book. I hesitantly lifted a hand, and tugged on his shirt.
"What?" He growled.
"C-can I read a book, Master?" I asked, keeping my head down.
"No." He said. "But you can go to the kitchen and get me coffee, do it quickly."
"Yes, Master."
I got up and exited the office. I went into the hallway, and looked around. Where was the kitchen? I walked down the long hall, opening every door I could.
I walked up and down four different hallways before I finally found the kitchen.
I found a cup and poured coffee into it. Then I put the cup in the microwave to heat it up. I looked for a tray, sugar, and cream. A few minutes later, a found them. I located a spoon, and placed that on the tray too.
I left the kitchen, with the tray. Its a good thing I remembered the way I came.
I walked back into the office. Master stood up, and came towards me. I put the tray down on the desk. He fisted a hand in my hair, and forced my head back.
"I told you to do it quickly, didnt I?" He hissed into my ear.
"Y-yes, Master. I-I-I just didnt know w-where the k-kitchen was." I whimpered.
He threw me down onto the floor, and kicked me in the stomach. I groaned, unable to breathe.
"You dumb bitch!" He yelled.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Master! Please don't hurt me, a-anymore!" I begged. He grabbed me by my throat and slammed me into a nearby wall.
"Listen to me you stupid bitch, I will do whatever I want to do to you. YOU. BELONG. TO. ME! "
He threw me down onto the floor. Master kneeled over me. I flinched, not knowing if he would try to strike me.
He opened his pants.
"Open your slutty little mouth, whore!" He ordered, harshly, fisting a hand in my hair.
I did as I was told and opened my mouth. He pushed my head up, and onto his rock hard cock. Tears threatened to spill over as he pushed deeper into my mouth. My head hurt due to lack of oxygen.
He pulled out of my mouth, and released my head. He used one hand to pin me down by my throat, while the other found it's way down my body.
I cried out in terror as his finger poked at my hole. He pushed past the tight ring of muscles, it hurt. Stretching always hurt, becuase no matter how many times I get fucked, I still remain impossibly tight.
He pushed a second finger in, and began scissoring them. He soon pulled them out.
"Please! N-No! Dont!" I managed to choke out.
He positioned his erection at my not so stretched entrance, and pushed in. In one thrust he had fully sheathed himself inside of me. I could feel blood trickling down from my torn entrance.
He wasted no time, begining to thrust at a rough and painful pace. I was frozen, unable to move, white hot flashes of pain shooting through me with each painful thrust.
He let out a low groan, as I felt a warm substance coat my insides. He pulled out after a few minutes, and stood up. He left the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
***yay! Long chapter!***
