DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does.
Warnings: This is a graphic torture story with yaoi. If you don't like any of this, don't read it, otherwise! Have fun reading~
Chapter Eight: Breaking Him
I stepped into the shower to clean off all the filth that I had collected with simply being near that- that thing. I allowed the hot water to wash me before getting out and peeking back into my office. Madara was still on the floor, sprawled in an awkward position. His legs were still spread open, leaking with blood and semen. A rib had punctured his dirty skin, giving way to trickles of blood.
I walked closer to his body, wondering for a split second if he was dead. A tiny voice reminded me of something…
Monsters like Madara couldn't die…
I bent down and brushed my fingers over his throat, checking for a pulse just in case. I felt it beating very faintly. I frowned, reeling my hand away from his dirty throat and standing back up and heading to my desk…
Where a small video camera sat perched by the candle that I had long since blown out. I smiled with relief to see that it had taped the entire ordeal that I had laid out like a buffet table. This would surely bring relief to those who had been taunted by this miserable creature.
"Pein?" A voice asked. I jerked my head up in alarm at first, but relaxed when I saw Konan step in. She barely spared Madara a glance, her eyes shimmering in the dim light of the open window.
"Konan… What is it?" I asked. Konan glanced at the door, then at Madara, then at me quickly.
"I've gathered everyone in the meeting room as you ordered. I've pulled down the big screen so you may play your movie… Would you like me to take Madara into his room?" She asked. I looked back at Madara, then shook my head.
"I'm not finished with him." I replied. Konan's eyes widened slightly, her arms dropping to her sides.
"Nagato… You've done enough… I think he-"
"No," I interrupted sharply, "He doesn't get the message. He still deserves all the torture that he gave to his helpless victims."
"Nagato, this is going a little far… When Madara recovers his senses, he'll be angry with you and he might hurt you…"
"Does it matter? It'll be worth it… Besides, when I'm done with him, he'll be too broken to even try and think he could hurt me." I responded coldly. Konan lowered her eyes, gave a short nod before departing. She was upset with me, I knew, but it was going to be short lived… She would enjoy Madara's torture soon enough, just like everyone else.
I waited until Konan shut the door, then dropped my towel on my desk. I bent down beside Madara and hooked my arms under his. He was much lighter and easier to carry. I took my time, dragging him across the wooden floor to the bathroom. As much as I wanted him to suffer, his stench was starting to make me gag.
I dropped him on the floor, ignoring how his head hit the floor with a thunk. I turned the water on icy cold, filling the tub. I went and grabbed some wire. I heaved Madara into the tub, which woke him up with a sharp cry.
"Cold!" Was his only comprehendible word. I tired his hands up over his head onto the faucet of the tub. His red eyes were wide, his body shivering as he winced every so often. I stood up beside the tub, looking down at him.
"Good morning…" I greeted dully. He stared at me for a while, his vision probably adjusting to the light in the bathroom. He blinked.
"Morning…? Morning?! When I did I fall asleep?!" He demanded, the glare rushing back to his ruby eyes. I frowned, then smiled slowly, deciding to play with him a bit.
"You fell asleep a day ago," I lied smoothly, watching his face twist into disbelief, "I didn't expect you to fall asleep after so long… But don't worry, I still didn't stop my attacks on you." Saying this lie, Madara looked like he was shattering as he trembled in the icy coldness of the water. The blood was slowly crumbling off his skin and turning the water a murky rust color as it mixed with his own filth.
"I'm going to play with you some more," I said, grabbing his attention again, "I'm going to make you suffer some more and then I'm going to let you go in a place where you're sure to be tortured by many others." I didn't quite plan that part out, but I was making things up off the top of my head. So far, Madara seemed to believe I had the next few things planned out because his eyes were wide, his body tensing despite all the injuries.
"Now," I began, getting on my knees beside the tub, reaching in to let my fingers drift across the water's surface, "I'm going to start out doing this…" I let my fingers dance on the surface and flutter onto Madara's chest like an approaching spider. Madara's eyes locked on my hand, still wide and bloody red.
I dropped my fingers onto a nipple and pinched. Madara jerked, then let a groan seep past his lips. I watched the rib in his chest push itself out some more before sucking itself back into the forbidden flesh. Blood pooled like an oil spill in the rusty water, dying its color closer to red than anything.
"How does that feel?" I asked. Madara bit into his bottom lip, lifting his tired eyes to meet mine. There was a flicker of hope in his eyes, determination… It was making me angry. How could he keep fighting?
Well… His spirit would break. Today. Madara was becoming mine. My slave, my personal plaything. I clamped my fingers around the rib that was still poking from his skin. Madara's eyes flashed.
I pulled and Madara seemed to choke on a scream in the back of his throat as he slammed his teeth into his lower lip again, causing blood to dribble from his mouth. I smiled and released the rib, letting it sink back with a sickening sklish.
"What else…?" I mused, then trailed my hand downwards, locking around his limp member. Madara's eyes told me to stop, but they weren't pleading… They were demanding. I wanted them pleading…
"I won't stop," I began pumping my hand around his sensitive organ, watching his eyes swim with lust, "Until you beg… Until you plead…" Madara turned his face away completely, shutting his eyes and biting into his lip some more. I raised an eyebrow.
"Huh… You must really like this then… Might as well clean you up… Get you ready for the next form of punishment." I sighed, then let go of his stiff length, making him squirm uncomfortably.
I leaned forward and caught his face in my hands. He glared at me, but it was short lived as I dunked his head under the water. The cold water surprised him and he didn't have time to take a breath. I forced his head under. His red eyes snapped shut and his mouth opened on its own accord, letting in a flood of cold water to his lungs. Bubbles exploded to the surface as he coughed and wretched to gulp in air. I kept my hand on his forehead to keep him under, using my other hand to pull on his hair and clean out the filth.
His struggles were getting slower. I glanced at him, his lips parting and closing as if he was slowly realizing that he was going to drown… It's not like he would die anyway. I slowly removed my hand and his head resurfaced.
He coughed and choked, water bubbling out of his mouth as he gasped for air. His eyes fluttered open, his wet lashes brushing away droplets of water. His red eyes were wide in shock, glowing with what I hoped was fear, but he spat water at my face and ruined my pleasant thought.
"Don't like water, Madara? You know, they always say to overcome your fears… How about we try it?" I asked and this time, I got in the tub on top of him, getting my clothes wet and heavy as I sat on his stomach. He released a sharp howl of agony as the rib in his chest pushed itself out some more, his breathing ragged. I grabbed a handful of his wet hair and tugged him back under the water before his scream was finished.
This time, Madara kept his eyes open under the water every so often, glancing at me as he tried not to breath. To taunt him, I opened my mouth and took in big deep gulps of air. I saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes, like a fleeting red fish… I smiled, triumphantly when I saw his lips part in the water to let the cold liquid rushing in. His eyes seeped to lose a little bit of color to my pleasure.
Finally, I let his head come up. He coughed and gasped for air, his eyes going wide, but still looking like a duller red. I untied his hands from the faucet of the tub, jerking him up to his feet, where he couldn't stay standing. Instead, he crumpled to the bottom of the tub again, shivering from the cold water as the air touched his skin, sending an array of goose bumps flying over his flesh.
I tore him back up roughly, this time, tying him to the showerhead. He looked at me with a curious frown, but I only returned a sadistic smile. True pleasure was beginning to take over, making my stomach flip-flop as I watched Madara struggling to stand, his hands connecting to the showerhead. His body dripped with cold water and droplets of blood from his chest where the rib had completely sunk back inside, like a mole that saw its shadow…
I turned the showerhead on and a blast of icy water splashed down on Madara's head. He cringed and ducked his head at the feeling. I smirked and stood there, watching him, sitting back to enjoy the show…
xxx(MADARA'S POV!)xxx
The shower felt like a million stinging bullets as they hit my naked body, sending jolts up my spine that made my chest hurt even more than it already did. My arms were achy and sore from being held up. My feet were starting to hurt from standing so long, my legs growing shaky from lack of rest. My skin felt clammy and cold. Everything was numb with pain.
I could see Pein out the corner of my eye, watching me with a sadistic smile of pleasure. I wanted to spit and curse at him, but my throat was still raw. I don't even think I could get a whole sentence out without coughing or gasping.
After a while, I felt like I was just going to faint and hang on the showerhead, but I noticed… Pein had left. I managed to crank my neck to see that he had vanished. I felt a warm flame in my chest flicker to life. I lifted my head to stare past the shower of ice at the wire that cut deeply into my wrists, keeping me prisoner to the showerhead.
I managed to flex my fingers, listening to them crack from lack of use. I found the knot in the wire and began to hurriedly undo it. I couldn't hear anything from the other room past the roaring of the shower water around me, so I was at a disadvantage.
Finally, the wire made a song twang sound as it slipped free. Unfortunately, that was the only thing keeping me up. I stumbled, trying to catch my balance, but my foot stepped wrong and I slipped. I tried to make a grab for anything, but nothing was there, not even a shower curtain. I tripped over the edge of the tub and slammed into the floor.
Pain erupted like an angry volcano through my body. I only gasped, containing any other sounds as to not alert Pein. I forced myself to roll over onto my stomach, trying not to hiss in pain when my rib poked back through my skin, creating another hole beside the previous one.
I pulled myself up slowly and carefully onto my hands and knees, bringing a hand to rest over the damage in my skin by the rib. I frowned, wishing I had some kind of nutrition in me, something that would give me enough chakra to try and at least heal part of the wound…
I tried to stand, but I slipped on the wetness that was pooled around me from my escape from the tub. I caught the side of the sink and jerked my head up. My eyes locked…
With my reflection.
Shock rushed through me as I stared. My eyes looked dull and lifeless, my skin had grown a sickly pale, dripping with cold water. I touched my long, wet hair, then dropped my hand to my side limply. I stepped away from the sink carefully and made a move to go out the bathroom door, but I slammed right into Pein, causing his namesake to bolt through me.
Pein's hands wrapped around my wrists harshly, jerking me closer to him. His hot breath wasn't the least bit comforting as it heaved into my face.
"Trying to leave so soon, Madara?" Pein asked, his voice dripping with venom as he tightened his grip on my wrists. I dared a look into his face and saw his ringed gaze looking colder than usual.
"Did you really think I'd let you go?" He sneered, gritting his teeth. The spicy natural scent of him wavered under my nose, stinging my senses. I concentrated on trying to pull way, but his grip was like steel around my wrists.
"I'm going to break you, Madara," Pein spoke so calmly, it made me uneasy, "I'm going to make you wish you were never born… You're going to beg for me to stop torturing you…"
"Torture?" I managed to ask in disgust. Pein's ringed glare flickered with annoyance at my question, expecting me to back it up. I forced my voice to continue.
"You call this torture? I've done a lot… Worse things… Nagato…" I muttered. Pein smiled slowly, making me cringe. I don't know why I did it, but it was annoying to think all my past emotions were resurfacing.
"That's funny," Pein laughed coolly, leaning his face in to nuzzle my cheek, "Let's see what you have to say when I'm done with you… If I'm done with you… Come, let's watch a movie."
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A/N: Yes… I'm working on it, I'm working on it! xD I'm glad how the chapters are working out, but I wish I had a wider vocabulary. You'd think reading the dictionary twice would've helped!
Madara: Now that's when you know someone doesn't have a life. -_-;
Tsukuyomi: You're one to talk!
Pein: -.-; So… Anyway…
Tsukuyomi: Right! Thanks for reading everyone!
Madara: AND REVIEW! Lots of reviews equals lots of updates~
