10 years ago.
Feeling restrained and cold I'm instantly awoken from my unwelcome slumber. It's pitch black and silent. I struggle to raise my head and my arms tingle from being in one place for too long. It's cold and with the numbing of my body I know I'm naked with only his black shirt to cover myself. I struggle with the ropes some more, knowing it's no use and a waste of energy I stop my futile attempts to escape from my confines and study my whereabouts. It's Sasukes room. With his king size bed covered in black silk placed in the middle of his room, a table in the far left corner and a book shelf on the right corner. I stay silent and count. A few minutes of calming my beating heart a figure in the shadow beside the door moves. Shocked at not noticing his presence in the room i instantly take cover and pull my legs towards my stomach in a awkward position and directly face him.
He doesn't move nor does he speak, it's when he's silent, that he is at his deadliest moods. Not thinking about the problem it would cause, I cry and curl within myself completing erasing any thought of Sasuke in this moment and entering my safe place. My mind. It's not the wisest but with my current predicament it's a self defence mode I've Barcode my mind to seeking at times of brutality and torture. It's the shaking motion of bones and the heavy feeling of being crushed that pulls me back to reality.
"Don't fucking ignore me, you are not allowed too" He's on top of me, the ropes that binded my wrists to the bed are gone and replaced by his strong grip. One of his thigh is wedged between my legs and the only piece of cloth covering my modesty is his shirt. Feeling exposed I thrash in his arms. With more struggling and useless crying he gets ahold of my hands and tie them both to the bed post. His leg still wedged between my thigh he harshly grips my neck in a threatening manner and leans in to take my mouth in a domineering kiss. I'm afraid and naked. Knowing his intentions if I don't oblige to his demand I hesitantly kiss him back. This only further pushes him to the edge. His tongue is in my mouth, teeth biting and hand Gripping at my neck. Overwhelmed with his proximity and the need to breathe, I panic.
When I start to see black spots he finally let's go only to trail kisses on my neck. Concentrating on my breathing I feel his fingers linger on my bra less breast.
"Sasuke please don't do this!, please I'm begging you" I'm pleading and crying and for once he sighs and pulls away. Untieing my hands from the bed post he undresses before me. Feeling imbarrased I look away. I feel the bed covers peel away and his weight on the bed. Being still he pulls my back toward his chest, with one hand cushioning my head laying on top of my left breast the other is wedged between my thigh nearing my front bottom. It's our sleeping position whenever he drags me here. Feeling him inhale from between my hair he lingers at my neck and harshly bites. I scream and try to push away but he only grips me against him. Feeling my blood slide out and into his mouth I gasp at the sensation. It's not new but whenever this odd situation occurs I'm always shocked at the feeling. It's almost intimate what we do. But it's far from loving and willing.
Once the pain subdues from the constant licking I manage to fall asleep with his warning a whisper away.
I'll see to his death, if you ever leave me.
Feeling the sensation of being watched and the warmth all over me, I snuggle into the bed and let out a contented Sigh. Finally realising it's Thursday I'm instantly awake and up but the arm around my waist tightens. Everything comes back. Sai leaving, going back to school and than Sasuke.
I've known Sasuke since I was caught stealing from a market. I was 12 and I had just found out that Sai had left me with the promise to return. My foster home didn't bother to buy food so I stole for the first time. Sasukes mother caught me red handed and offered to buy me apples and pears if my stealing stopped that day. It did and Sasuke approached me at school the next day as if I was trash. It was the first day as well. I didn't mind his awful stare and little lashings from my school peers, it was bearable. I coped through it. But 6 months into school Sasuke lashed out at a student for touching my hair too long for his liking and since than his stare and constant need to belittle my existence was too much so I stopped going to school with only 2 months left until the year finished. I was always at home when my foster parent were at work or at the park. 2 weeks of homeschooling myself Sasuke found me at the park by the sandpit. He threatened the nice old lady that owned the apple stool I was always fond of, if I wasn't at school tomorrow his father would take down her business. Even at a young age I knew that the beast residing in Sasuke was a tick from being released. I knew he was dangerous and bad. I think most of all I knew he made right to his threats. The next day I went to school and continued too for the next 7 years. I thought that in time his fixation will fizzle out and he would leave me alone. But he got worse and more persistent. The student body only tortured me whenever he wasn't close by. The female race at Konoha High all despised me. I was slut shamed, called a nerd and casted an outsider because Sasuke Uchiha selfishly wanted to keep me to his self, perhaps as his little puppet to poke and prod or a doll to harass and break.
Feeling him shift against me I raise my head and notice the sun outside. I don't move but I silently hold my breath. Than he's of the bed. I hear shuffling and clothes being zipped and pulled on before his door opens. I don't hear it close so I turn to my side and face the door. He is there standing beside it. Pointing at his loose black sweat pants I nod and pull the covers off. I silently pull them on and secure them with strings before looking up at him once more. He only raises a brow. Mentally sighing I unbraid my hair and let it loose. I walk and stand in front of him. There his hand slowly untangles my hair. It reaches my waist, not knowing how to react I just stand still. Than he takes ahold of my hand and Walks me across the room and through the door.
It's Thursday, nearly a whole week of no school work. I'm tempted to ask him to take me home but knowing how unpredictable Sasuke is at the moment I stay silent. We're at his lavished kitchen and the soup on the stove is empty. Confused as to who ate it. I turn to Sasuke. Of course he doesn't answer.
It's odd but no matter how much I hate him there's this little part of me that appreciates him. That understands him. I like to believe it's pity since his parents left him too. But it's more.