A/N: This is a very graphic story (extremely twisted). If you don't like, don't read. Themes of rape, drugs, and violence will be present.
MadaSaku. AU/ Graphic content, Rated M for a reason. Don't like? Don't read.
Summary: Life plays a wicked game with people, and for some the loss is greater compared to the others. For Sakura Haruno, the game is just about to begin.
Ch10: Others
They arrived in Madara's home after a long drive; Sakura still refused to talk to him and remained staring into the distance. He sat her down in a lavish living room his eyes slowly roaming her body that was covered by yet another oversized sweater. Her creamy legs covered by a pair or leggings. "You'll like living here eventually Sakura-chan. You should make yourself familiar, you'll be living here for good soon enough." His voice full of mirth
Her silence made Madara think that she was just playing coy with him in his demented mind. Her breathing was fairly even when he started peppering her face and neck with kisses. The lack of reaction slowly started to grate on his nerves and a growl escapes his lips. "Sakura, don't test me" he whispers into her ear with a dark promise. She still looked straight, ignoring him. She stood up and began walking, Madara clearly disrespected tried to pull only to see her removing her sweater and entering a random room in his spacious house.
To his curiosity he follows and watches her sit down on the bed and pulls out a toy out of her pocket. Madara's interest has piqued at this point and observes her odd behavior. She was still dazed, looking empty while her fingers pressed the three little buttons. After a few minutes, she finally finishes playing and looks straight ahead again.
He was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, he licks his lips at the look on her face and how she sat on the bed so demurely. A popping sound came from his mouth as he snaps in attention to kneel his one knee to level himself in front of Sakura. He props his elbow on his bent knee and smiles at her when she finally looks at him. Her hands gently placed themselves on his necktie slowly loosening the material. He stared at her, unmoving, letting her hands do the work. Her eyes never broke eye contact with him, not even once.
Madara no longer had to guide her fingers but she deftly removed his coat letting it fall unceremoniously on the floor. Her dainty hands gently try and unbutton his shirt feeling the coldness of her fingers. Her eyes held a fire in them and Madara selfishly wants to relish in its warmth. His hand cups her face and she barely even flinches at the action. Her hands finally found the last button and ever so gently exposed his shoulders to remove the shirt, but he doesn't change his position.
"What are you trying to do Sakura?" she doesn't move, she kept her eyes on his dark ones that are prepared to rip her apart every chance they get. Her small hands pushed him a little to straighten his torso up making it easier for his shirt to fall. "Do you really think it's all just about this?" he doesn't stop her hands from moving. With all the caution in the world, and the strength that Madara holds he was not prepared for what she did next. Sakura pulled Madara with her entire weight and maneuvered him on the bed so she's the one on top straddling him, not once did they break eye contact.
Her hips rested on his and her silence spoke in volumes, "You're making it difficult Sakura" he purrs out, hiding a laugh. "You wanted this right" she says with so much hate and anger. "This is what you killed for, right?" her hands balled into fists on his chest leaving harsh marks. "Now you have it." she almost growls making Madara aroused with the fact that her voice could hold that much power. "Fucking enjoy fucking me, and stay away from the ones I care about." She all but spits out
Madara in his quick anger flips her over in an instant being the one on top. "Don't test me Sakura." He says in a warning tone, Sakura refused to back down now knowing that the consequences will only affect her. She immediately grabs his hair and butts his head with hers eliciting a growl from him. He easily rips her shirt off and he kisses her with passion, he only receives a sharp bite that caused him to bleed. He smiles even though the pain would double when he stretches the skin on his lips.
"You surprise me Sakura-chan, I know I would never get bored of you at all." His voice was gleeful and it was something that she couldn't handle. "Go on Madara! Fuck me already! Don't make my best friend's death meaningless." Her voice was becoming rough as it dried out quickly from her quick breaths. "Please fuck me Madara-sama " she says in an extremely sarcastic voice. Madara didn't hide his annoyance a snarl gracing his lips.
"This is what you wanted right? This is the message that you wanted me to get right? You wore that ring on purpose, you wanted me to see it right?" her voice wasn't harsh this time, he was watching how the emotions in her eyes shift from one snap to another. She was back to being the soft and gentle Sakura that was purely endearing. The blood on his mouth drips close to hers, on her chin, on the side of her mouth, up to her neck. She doesn't flinch as the warm blood drips on her. Her voice nothing but above a whisper "When you killed Ino, I didn't fail to notice that some of the photo compositions were like the Fibonacci sequence… you drugged her-" a sob escapes her sweet mouth, "The way you killed her, she didn't deserve that. You defiled her entire being… no one deserves to die the way that she did." Her hands found his face cupping both sides and gently leading his face closer to hers. He felt her breath fan his face and it smelled like peppermint. "And you turned my brothers against me… why didn't you turn my parents against me too while you were at it?" her quivering lips was pressed almost into a pout.
He chuckles darkly, landing a kiss on the side of her mouth leaving a bit of blood. He continued his assault on her lips not caring anymore about the pain or the metallic taste flooding their mouths. Sakura doesn't respond on account of her crying, but her hands finally fall limp on her side. "Just get this over with… the sooner you get tired of me the better." Sakura says harshly. He laughs out loud this time, his thunderous laugh vibrates through his chest and Sakura could feel this. Fear was a normal thing to feel now for her, and with Madara acting like this he was just simply fanning the flame.
He leaves her pressed on the bed and he suddenly composes himself.
"Get yourself ready and be prepared to have dinner in a few. You will find your clothes in my-" he pauses in the middle of talking and showed her a malicious smile. "-our room. Get changed and we'll discuss things in a civil manner with dinner." He leaves the room and the silence was the perfect moment for her to lose herself.
Her clothes were prepared for her, it was something she did not appreciate. She picked out a pair of pants and a white shirt, as her security blanket she chose an oversized cardigan. Her hair rests still, the mess it was a while ago was brushed back into place. Her hands were gripping her sleeves feeling the soft material of the cardigan. Her hands found the toy in her pocket and she played with it fondly, trying to remember the time when it was all good still. She hadn't noticed the time until the door to Madara's room opened and she saw a maid informing her that it was dinner time.
She walks down in the halls blindly following the person. The air in her lungs refused to go out and what she saw was something too intimate for her liking. The dinner table was set in the way that she had to sit at the right side of Madara. He wasn't there yet, but she swore her soul would leave her body any moment from now. While she sat there she forced herself to focus on the fine cutlery and how ornate the wood table was, how gorgeous the glass ware was making it look like it had a Moroccan motif. She tried her best to distract herself.
The room felt like it was going to collapse on her when Madara entered, looking completely casual strolling in with a calm gait. He sits confidently at his spot, eyeing Sakura and almost undressing her from layers upon layers of her clothing. "Sakura-chan, we should buy you new clothes soon." He says nicely, no threat in his tone. "I'm fine with the ones I have" she bites back quickly. His legs were crossed and as he towered over her he says intricately, "the way you dress is unbecoming for an Uchiha of your status."
Sakura reminded herself to breathe; her voice was hoarse making the cold air not help the way she breathes. The food came in, and it was nothing too fancy. The food was a simple hamburger steak, and she prayed to God that the food will stay in her stomach as best as she can keep it. Madara was very graceful in the way he moved as Sakura observed him. He exuded masculinity in every way, and he didn't show signs of slowing down. He ate like a king, full of poise, his manners were impeccable. Sakura picked up the cutlery and tried to eat. The food tasted like carton but personally she just thinks it's because of the fear clinging on the back of her tongue.
"Sakura, I'm guessing you have questions" he says without looking at her. She tries to gather her thoughts, trying to get the most out of this. "What happens next?" she asked. She was watching him eat, watching how his jaw moved and how chiseled his features were, how he looked like an Adonis begging to be captured in time, immortalized in a painting.
He takes on last bite and looks at her, "Next month, it will be my twenty ninth birthday. And of course, as the clan head all Uchiha's are welcomed. And as for you, you will be coming with me." he says in a happy voice. She remembered that Itachi was leaving next month and she opted to open her mouth only to be cut off by Madara once more, "The celebration will be an important one as I have an important announcement to make." His grin was ruining her composure. "Can't I go with my family?" she asks meekly, trying her best to work in a way to subtly compromise with him. He smiles at her sweet tone admiring how quickly she can shift to being defiant and submissive.
"I'm sure you'll see them there, I will treat them with utmost priority." The way Madara said this made Sakura's stomach drop once more feeling like it's going to be a never ending pit with this man. "There's going to be a catch isn't there" she stated, Madara's grin widens. "My smart Sakura-chan." he licked his lips as Sakura watched him sending shivers down her spine. "Your family will play an important part in this celebration Sakura" he says promisingly. She breathes in through her nose loudly, leaving all her fears behind as she exhales.
"What is it? Tell me what's the catch." Her voice was cold now, letting it dawn on herself with what demented news he'll lay upon her. His elbow rested on the table and he rests his chin on his hand, focusing his stead on Sakura alone, slowly closing the space between them. "I intend to announce to them first about our engagement" his grin was very wide now, making his eyes shut close at the rise of his cheeks. He looked genuinely happy with the terrible news he was laying on her. She swallows the lump in her throat, the room starting to close in on her, her vision was starting to blur as the tears poured out.
Madara's eyes looked at her opening it to a sight of her endearing face. The sobs right out of her mouth was testing him as her lips start turning a deeper shade of red. "And after I tell your family first, of course out of courtesy, I'll announce it next to the entire clan that has gathered there." She couldn't look at him now, but his eyes still admired her gorgeous green eyes relentlessly pouring their emotions out in the open for him to relish. All of her is his to enjoy and it sent goosebumps through his skin in anticipation to do as he pleases with her.
"Why can't we say that we're just in a relationship first?" she inquires. The gears in Sakura's head started turning trying to find a way to work around it. "Hm that won't be necessary-" she cuts him off this time, "When you get sick of me it would be less trouble." Madara in his annoyance moved quickly to grab her face with force just enough to cause her pain but not enough to leave bruises on her pretty face. Both of her hands found his wrist trying her best to pry his hand off her face. "I'm letting you know that I am letting you cut every string of control that I hold so that when there's nothing left, you will know full well how much you deserve what's to come." His words were spoken harshly in his low breath. Her tears spilling on his hand and he lands a quick kiss on her cheek. He lets go of her and Sakura stood up quickly trying to distance herself from Madara.
Madara caught onto her quickly hating the soft material that was covering her. "I won't let this happen! You can't do that, please don't do this. I don't want this!" he was livid at her rejection "What you want is irrelevant right now, you don't know what's good for you." He says with a sneer, "Is that what you do? You make decisions for other people now?" Sakura said breathlessly. "Please don't do this Madara." She says one more time.
Madara now in his amused state cups her face gently this time. "Everything has a price Sakura-chan. Before I got you I had to pull a lot of strings, and before you could get what you want there will be plenty of favors you'll be doing for me." Madara says with unbridled lust. Sakura couldn't help but flinch at the news.
"Compose yourself, Darling. We'll be going to bed soon." Madara was testing the waters trying to provoke Sakura, feeling elated to give her a punishment any time soon. "I'm not sleeping beside a monster like you" she spits out. "Is that what you feel about me Sakura-chan?" her eyebrows meet in her anger, her green eyes alive with the fire he so loves. Madara chuckles "Let me change what you think I make you feel."
In one move Sakura found her back on the table, her legs hanging off as Madara finds his way in between. She was fighting him and found the cutlery trying to stab him on his side. He immediately acts and used the knife to stab the sleeves of her cardigan on the table. He made a note in his mind to replace the table sometime soon after they've had their fun. Sakura's arms were trapped on top of her head and she made an attempt to get out of her cardigan. Madara stops her in an instant and easily lifts up her shirt with her bra in tow. Her screams echoed in the dining room, begging still for someone to save her.
Her hair made her look divine, making Madara stop in his stead. For a moment he watched her thrash and struggle, her skin getting flushed in her anger. Her breasts moving in an enticing manner as she struggled. Her stomach rising and falling as she breathes and how it clenches in her anger. Her face was turning red from embarrassment and her eyes watering in effect. "Please don't do this to me. I'm begging you, please stop!" her voice was starting to crack which Madara doesn't appreciate. Madara doesn't say a word letting Sakura wonder.
Madara continues to remove her pants, letting it fall on the floor. Sakura twists and turns in all ways possible to make it difficult for him. There was an idea that popped into Madara's head as he places both of her legs on his shoulders and he kneels down facing Sakura's pussy.
A man of his stature, status, and power finds himself kneeling in front of a girl, a girl with not a single title to her name from an unknown family, a girl that is nothing compared to his previous partners. But this girl was different because he loved her in his own demented way and he will make sure that she see's that.
He kisses her pussy greedily this time, with apparent hunger and complete abandon. His large hands gripping her thighs tightly, guaranteeing to leave finger shaped bruises. Sakura's scream was echoing in the room, her begging doesn't stop even though moans were slipping from her reserve. He licks and sucks on her pussy furiously, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves that leaves her a moaning mess on the floor.
Sakura kept crying knowing that she never wanted this. She doesn't want to feel things like this because of this man. She finds it unfair that nature turned against her, feeling completely dirty for knowing that what this man was doing to her was wrong even though it felt good. Her body was reacting to the stimulating touch and kisses, her brain sending signals that she was aroused and ready to breed, to make penetration less painful for her and make it pleasurable granting the reward system in her brain, her slit getting wetter and wetter by the minute feeling how fast Madara's tongue enthusiastically lapped her up.
Just before she could let go he stops and the moans she's been hiding turned into a rough groan, although she was relieved that he stopped in his assault her body was not. The loss of his touch surged dissatisfaction all throughout her system, tears of frustration left her eyes. Her breathing slowly coming down, suppressing the great loss she felt and the discomfort that follows with it. Madara was watching her the whole time seeing how she froze and hid her discomfort, her breathing coming down. He stood up and leaned on Sakura, "Look at me" he said in a dark tone which Sakura knew would be followed by a threat. She refuses to look at him and continued looking to the side. A growl escaped his lips and Sakura flinched at this, she slowly looked at Madara not wanting to anger him any further anymore in his position.
The frustration was apparent in her eyes and Madara knew that it would be best to use this to his advantage. "If you stop looking into my eyes, even if it's just for a second I promise you the torture can go on for hours." A sob leaves her delicious mouth. His hand trailed back to her pussy slowly stroking the fire to come back to life. Sakura was feeling mixed emotions as his eyes watched hers. She wanted to close her eyes "Don't close your eyes Sa-ku-ra" his lust was unbridled. The way his eyes looked scared her, feeling herself feel even more shame knowing that she was feeling arousal for that man.
He slipped one finger into her, her arousal reaching different highs. A string of whines escaped her mouth the more Madara worked her up to an orgasm; His finger curling in her walls touching the right spot. She was still so tight, and soaking wet. The pads of his thumb found her bundle of nerves and began stroking it softly, coaxing her to moan. Sakura did just that finding it hard to keep her eyes on Madara as his smirk made him all the more handsome. She was in tears, wishing she was with her family, eating with Sasuke, sleeping beside Itachi. A sob and a moan escaped her mouth. "Tell me Sakura, what is it that I make you feel?" he says huskily, their eyes never leaving one another.
Madara added another finger and curls it inside her just in time as he stroked her clit. "Tell me what I make you feel" Sakura was having difficulty thinking now that she was reduced to a moaning mess, feeling herself get stretched by Madara's fingers. Her moans were always soft, never anything too loud which Madara loved but it would be his dream to make her scream his name with complete abandon. Her eyes were wincing from the pleasure but Madara gives her another warning to keep her eyes on his.
"I- I h-hope yo-you die" she gasps out in between her moans, feeling herself near her end. Madara kept his torturous pace but Sakura still found herself losing control. Madara was enjoying the show wishing he could watch her like this forever. "Yo-you make me f-feel like scum, a w-whore for a monster l-like you" her hateful words were said in a sultry tone. Madara kept wondering if being this seductive was just second nature for Sakura.
"Really Sakura-chan?" he thrusts his fingers in a way that it hits the spot perfectly and her breath got caught in her throat "Because your actions says otherwise." With one final stroke and thrust Sakura found herself having an orgasm. Her eyes watered and she closed them with the intense wave of pleasure that was still new to her. Madara allowed this and his lips rested on her forehead. He made Sakura watch him lick his fingers clean, watching her shiver because of his actions.
Loud thuds could be heard in the house, Sakura's mother was in tears as she watched her two step sons go at it in the back yard. Fugaku held her close, just as confused as his wife but observed what was happening with his sons. Itachi and Sasuke were sparring but it was different. Itachi's strikes were completely uncontrolled, striking Sasuke in places that will incapacitate him. Sasuke was doing the same, the intent to kill radiated off the two boys.
Itachi looks at his father as Sasuke was panting on the floor sporting a split lip and various bruises that promised pain in the morning and the following days to come. Fugaku and his wife left to go upstairs and let the both of them fix things as men. Itachi was unrelenting, aiming for another strike which Sasuke deflects. "You think I wanted to do this?" Sasuke says harshly. Itachi doesn't speak, striking him again in the chest making Sasuke's breath leave him.
"You lied to her." Another strike from Itachi, "You manipulated her" he says calmly. "You let him use you." One last kick and Sasuke found himself on the ground his nerves on fire from the pain. Itachi's face was cold, not showing any emotion. Sasuke punched the ground, refusing to acknowledge the guilt he was feeling for sentencing Sakura to a life of suffering. Sasuke instead despised her for everything that has happened, thinking that maybe if she didn't came into their lives he wouldn't be feeling such things right now. "You're still foolish, Outoto." Itachi said which infuriated Sasuke to no end. Itachi walked away leaving Sasuke on the ground.
He was recuperating from losing Sakura to that man. Itachi's brain was working on end, thinking of a plan to take him down. Itachi had to be careful no longer wanting to get anyone in the crossfire's. Obito, his cousin has healed well although his eye was rendered useless for good. Obito held no ill will towards him, only doing what has been ordered to him. Obito had his sympathy and so did Shisui. Both of his cousins knew of his plan, and intended to keep it a secret until the day they die. They had faith in him to help clear the Uchiha name with the amount of dirt that Madara has piled onto it with is activities.
Itachi went to Sakura's room and sat on her bed, remembering how her eyes showed how she broke at the words he gave her. How her eyes begged him to at least talk to her. His hands found Sakura's blanket fondly wishing that it was her soft body underneath instead of the mattress. His knuckles were bloody and bruised from a while ago. He could almost feel Sakura's soft hands graze his knuckles in an attempt to comfort him, and Itachi knew that Sasuke wished that it was Sakura that would come to his side right after they had their spar.
Itachi swallows the lump in his throat, sorely wishing that he would feel Sakura's soothing touch. Sakura was the calm to his storm; he is nothing but a sailor lost at sea now. He brings out his phone and dials a number, after a couple of rings the person picks up.
"Hatake, Kakashi. Yes, I believe we should talk."