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.

Ch21: Zealous

Maybe it was the cold that seeped in my veins or it could have been the adrenaline rushing through my system after reading the small note Itachi had left me. It was dangerous, it was a daring feat, and if I were to fail it could be the end of everyone I hold dear. Every now and then it feels like the world wants to test if it's actually possible for me to feel a new level of discomfort. I was too close to Madara right now, his hand resting on my hip as he guides me through the crowd, trying to make a pleasant conversation with all the clansmen. Everyone around me sounds like they're talking underwater. My brain was involuntarily drowning them out, all I could think about was the note given to me by Itachi. I sorely wanted to just rush to it, but I couldn't do it now. I couldn't afford to raise such suspicions from Madara right now; we have been doing 'great' the past couple of days. I couldn't ruin this good shot.

I haven't noticed the time pass by, and the next thing I knew Madara was already making the closing remarks for the celebration. I couldn't understand what he was saying even though he was just so close to me, I could feel my skin crawl from his touch. I smiled and bowed obediently when I was told to, the council members briefly talking to me with simple formalities and casual conversations. I couldn't break face right now.

My family soon approached us, about to say farewell. Itachi was with them this time and I did my best to keep my eyes on Madara's very own ones. His expression didn't change but his eyes held a malevolent glint at the sight of Itachi. I held his hand a little tighter, doing my best to keep him calm. "Madara- sama, it was a wonderful night. Thank you for having us over." Fugaku and my mother bowed deeply in front of us, showing respect. "It was wonderful having you here Fugaku, I'll have you know that your son here has been doing a spectacular job in America. I can't wait to see what Sasuke-kun is capable of in the near future. You sure are not one to disappoint." Madara's voice was too soft, it was plainly deceiving. I don't know if my parents could see the contempt embedded in his eyes as he looked at Itachi, who in return gave him an indifferent face. Not soon after Itachi and Sasuke bowed and held their usual stoic face. "It was a pleasure, Madara-sama" Itachi spoke this time, his voice a monotone. Madara smirked in his direction, I know that he didn't miss the toll Itachi's work and responsibilities have taken on him. It was not a pleasant sight, seeing Itachi now and comparing him to how he was before.

"Take care of Madara-sama well, Sakura." Fugaku said with a tender smile in my direction. I bowed in return not bothering with a response. They gave another round of farewells and I watched the backs of everyone as they walked further away from us when the door finally closed. "You're oddly quiet, Sakura." I didn't miss the small warning in his voice but I just held onto him a little tighter. "I- I have something to show you." His eyes hardened a little in suspicion still. "Please follow me." I hated how weak I sounded but pushed through, a little weight left my chest seeing as Madara let me divert the conversation. I'm praying to whatever God was listening to me that time that Madara won't notice the hand that I'm using to hold his was shaking. The corridors were too long and winding for my liking as I led him to the studio he gave me. I stopped in front of the door and looked at him behind me, I forced a small smile, placing my hands on his chest trying to whisper in his ear as I raised myself to my tip toes. "Close your eyes" he does as I asked with a small amused smile on his face.

As I opened the door I led him to the center "You can open them now". He looks at me with a raised brow. "You can remove the cover." He walks to the propped easel and began ripping the brown paper covering it. His height and built covered the canvas, and he remained unmoving. I couldn't sense if he liked it, he didn't make a move not even a single sound. The silence was worrying me a little.

"Madara?"

Madara stared at the painting with wide eyes, the image painted on the canvas was something he hasn't seen in years. The image made his breath get caught in his throat, so far only Sakura was able to do that to him. He took notice of the brush strokes, the details she didn't miss, and most importantly how she somehow improved the colors. He heard Sakura call out to him but words have yet to find her as he ingrains the image in his mind. It was an image of Madara with Izuna when he was barely even a teenager, Izuna's cheeks were puffed and red a sign of his youth. Madara's hair wasn't that long yet but it was still just as wild. They both wore a traditional kimono and the traditional clan colors with the Uchiha sigil displayed in the background.

Madara felt the uneasiness Sakura was emanating from behind him. He finally looks behind him, and watched Sakura's thumbs twiddle with one another. "Do you hate it?" she asks meekly, her voice trying to hide the quiver in them. "Where did you get this?" his tone was even, "Izuna helped me, he retrieved old albums and let me pick. Do you hate it?" her voice full of concern. Madara began walking towards Sakura and gave her a kiss, towering over her yet again like the countless times he has before. His kiss was a bit rough, surprising Sakura but she tried her best to respond. "I love you" Madara whispers on her lips, Sakura took this as a sign that he indeed liked the gift. His hold on Sakura became tighter and soon a small sliver of panic went through her spine. "M-Madara" her hands began pushing him lightly but he ignored this. His hands trailed to her obi and began undressing her. She didn't want this to happen, the very place he felt safe was about to be defiled. "Madara, please not here." Madara stopped assaulting her neck and carried her without a single pause. Sakura already knew where this would lead to but that didn't stop her from asking him to stop. They haven't done it in a while and she believed she would rather have him cuddle her than have sex. "Madara, please no." he has already laid her down on their bed he was skillfully touching her in the right places. Madara has memorized the spots that left her moaning for more even without her realizing it. There was a particular spot in her neck that he loved sucking on because it smelled strongly of perfume and for some odd reason he believed it was a part of her that tasted sweet.

"Be good Sakura" he sounded ever so hungry and Sakura knew better than to resist him right now. Their room was darker than usual and because of this Sakura was thankful for she let out a few tears that she was holding back the entire day. Sakura complied and Madara led her hand to touch the bulge in his pants. Sakura was ashamed that she slowly learned how to please a man like Madara and how he liked being held. Madara's tongue glided over the skin of her neck and Sakura felt the zing of pleasure run through her. His hands touched her everywhere and prepared her enough for what was about to come next. Madara hears Sakura call his name in a breathless moan and he started entering her with a fast pace, he smirked a little seeing as Sakura was starting to get out of her shy shell. He kissed her to silence her moans, he knew from the moment she called onto him that she wanted it to end quickly but he wasn't going to give her that just yet.

The night passed quickly and Sakura was a tired mess on the bed, her arms felt like jelly as she suffered from Madara's stamina and endurance. She forgot how many times she was able to see stars burst from the back of her eyes and she no longer cared. She fell into a deep sleep rather than staying up and letting Madara hear her cry.

Madara was by the window smoking a cigarette in his naked glory, the sky was still dark and the snow has yet to fall. He looks back at the steady rise and fall of Sakura's chest and how her hair spread around her like a halo. It was slowly growing and it emphasized her femininity even more. It was as if she was getting even more beautiful by the day if it were possible. She was his goddess and it wouldn't change for the world. Everything that he was doing was no longer about him or Izuna, it was all about her and how he wants to make the world his. Madara thought about his plans and how it could end all of the conflict, but of course the conflict he thought about was to end the clan politics involving the other clans. It was a bother to work with other clans to make face, to monopolize the entire business they were running meant long term prosperity for their clan. All the other clans in his eyes were below them, the only competition he has ever considered was the Senju, Hashirama was his former best friend but he was not afraid to tear him down for the greater good of his life. His family will live a good life, a comfortable one, his children would continue his legacy and most importantly Sakura would be there by his side to enjoy with. A smile found his lips as his thoughts ran rampant. It took some time but she was finally opening up to him.

That night was a small heaven for Madara's memory.

The morning Sakura woke up Madara wasn't by her side. The morning was cold and she gathered herself quickly remembering what the note Itachi left her told her to do. The moment right now was perfect and there won't be a better opportunity than this.

Near the oak tree at the right end of the garden, underneath a rock

She read the note again and began disposing of the small note where it was far too deep in the trash for anyone to notice. She walked quickly and avoided all of the maids and the attention of the guards littered around the place. Sakura ran through the place and saw the tree. Her heart was beating too fast but she had to stay focused and mind the time. 'what rock?' she thought to herself, but then she saw it. A rock which was bigger than the rest called out to her, her instincts told her that must be it. It was flat but not too big that she wouldn't be able to see it. Her numb fingers lifted the rock as the cold snow burned her skin. Underneath was a micro sd card taped, she pocketed it immediately and left as if nothing happened. She went back in only to be caught by Madara, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her so flustered. "What has gotten into you?" he asked. Sakura scoured her head for an excuse. "I was just outside. I just missed going in the garden with Izuna." She felt that she was screwed, Madara would not let her live this moment down even on her death bed.

He hid his suspicions as best as he could without a single sweat and gathered her in his arms, "Let's have breakfast together shall we?" he gave her a small smile.

For the rest of the day, Madara left her on her own and she opted to spend it alone in her studio. Madara wouldn't suspect anything, if she spent the day in their room it would further raise suspicion as to why she would break her routine from going into her studio all of a sudden. She prepared some of the materials to make it look like as if she was actually doing something. Her hands were shaking as she inserted the memory card in her phone, it was the only device she could get her hands on that could read the card.

Sakura was suffocating from where she sat; she was shaking everywhere and her eyes kept wandering to the door. She was too jumpy as she waited for it to load. As soon as the sign turned green it she stopped her shaking and took a deep breath. Whatever it is Itachi wanted her to see, it was surely important. She opened it finally only to see numerous files for her to read.

Sakura's breaths became shorter and far apart in between. Itachi gave her documents about Madara's business plans which involved wiping out the ownership and power of the other clans in the companies and businesses they owned. One of the companies that fall under the list was one from the Yamanaka's. Ino's family. Her eyes began to water just thinking about the numerous lives and legacies Madara will destroy when the time comes, it was scaring her. He could actually do this in cold blood? Without thinking what it would do to other people? Wasn't letting other companies merge with the Uchiha corp. enough? Pain was about to erupt from behind her eyes as Sakura forgot how to breathe for a moment. Tears were falling as she saw the other names, Aburame, Nara, Hyuuga. The family of her friends, he was about to ruin their lives!

And what could she do about it? She was useless. She could only do so much, if she were to speak about this Madara would react immediately now that she understood why he purposely kept her in the dark in the business affairs and some of the clan meetings. Why is nobody stopping this monster of a man? How could she stop this? Actual lives are on the line; how could he not think about the hard work and generations of people that actually built the legacy that made their families prosper. Sakura moved onto one file to the next and the more she found out the extent of Madara's power the more she understood why everything went against her in the first place. He had a wide expanse of connections, heck, he could have been a politician with the amount of power he has. The police force was at the palm of his hand, most of the legal court members are associated with Madara. No matter what she does, no matter how much she fights him, all of it could end even before she takes the first step. All of the famous and powerful banks were at the palm of his hand.

She was just the ant under his magnifying glass.

Why would Itachi show her this? Was it to make her feel even more powerless? Sakura was nearing the last three documents contained in the card. She read about some of the allegations about the illegal trade that Madara was running. Numerous accounts that never got answered or was snubbed by the court and how he was able to manipulate the press into doing so

His image was kept pristine in the eyes of the public, and even though written in the documents that the Uchiha's were only ever competing with the Senju's, in reality he was manipulating his entire clan into a business and political war against the Senju's. Sakura's face was numb now and the cold seeped into her bones even though she was wearing protective clothing. Was Madara even human anymore?

She could never bring this topic up to him, it would only get him angry and he could possibly turn into different methods as to how she found out. The second to the last document contained numerous bank accounts and details as to how to access them; her heart was racing with seeing how much was at her disposal.

The final document was a list of instructions.

Itachi was telling her to escape.

It didn't indicate a significant date or time, and Sakura assumed that it must be at her own discretion when to set the plan in motion. There was certain uneasiness in her right now seeing that this was the biggest gamble she will have to take in her life. This was no time to be weak, she thought. She was hungry for an explanation and who better to get it from than from Itachi himself? He was the only one she would trust right now when it comes to information such as this without distorting the truth. There was more to it, she was sure and Sakura knew that she would play a bigger part in this with the way things are about to go down.

Madara arrived home and went straight into the studio where he expected Sakura to be in. Granted, he saw her sketching in a corner where a table was placed near the windows letting her bask in the light. He loved this sight of her but with the event that happened this morning something seemed out of place. She finally looked up to him and made a move to approach his stead, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome home." She whispered to his ear, it sent Goosebumps through his skin and he kissed her fully on the mouth. "Merry Christmas, beloved" Madara wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. Sakura was frozen on the spot not wanting to make any move that would make him angry, "I was just about to be done. Would you like anything?" his smile grew and a malicious intent shone in his eyes. "I have been wanting you more so lately" his breath was hot on her ear and he nibbled on it. Sakura's hands were pressed firmly in between them and Madara's hands started roaming her body once more. "Madara please not here" her pleas fell onto deaf ears and he began untying his necktie. Panic was coursing through her veins seeing that Madara was in a very special mood to be extra sadistic today. He deftly tied her arms behind her back, and he was met with zero resistance. "Good girl" he said and began inching her sweater up. The pale skin of her stomach and chest greeted him, and he quickly disposed of her underwear. The wall closest to them was pressed behind her now as he raised both of her legs and he centered himself in between. Tears unceremoniously fell from her eyes knowing that she couldn't stop him now.

"Madara! Not here!" she asked one more time in high hopes of him listening to her but she was only answered with his deep chuckle. Madara kissed her neck thoroughly enjoying how red her skin has turned and the panting sounds she was making. Her body was always more honest than she was. "Moan for me, Sakura." He dips his head down to her chest catching a nipple in his mouth. The pleasure went straight to her abdomen and Sakura couldn't stop the moan coming out of her mouth. Madara's hands slipped past the band of her underwear and began massaging her clit in soft circles; he was pleased when he felt her reaction almost instantly.

Madara knew well how to play Sakura's body and with the amount of times he has violated her he knew just how much or how little to push her past her breaking point. Sakura's breathing became heavy when a finger went in her and she was reeling from the pleasure, tears burned her eyes as she reminded herself to stay focused and to endure this a bit longer. It was about to end, she thought. It wouldn't be like this forever, not while there is a sliver of hope.

Before she knew it her pants were completely gone and Madara entered her with one fluid thrust. She couldn't think anymore, she just felt. Sakura let Madara do whatever we wanted as she went in the back of her head as if she was just watching a very morbid and twisted show. He loved it when her moans became uncontrollable because he knew how well to read her eyes most especially when she was having an inner struggle to fight her pleasure. Although there were tears in her eyes Madara took it as a sign of the pleasure she felt. He filled her to the brim with his cock, and it was no easy task for Sakura to just take it, when he felt like going the extra mile it would always hurt to walk the next morning, but Madara being Madara he would never care about what would happen the next day to her so as long as she stays within her prison.

She felt the familiar zing that foretold her that an orgasm was about to come and Madara felt it too. He began slowing down and he was met with a grunt from Sakura. Her heightened pleasure did not stop though, it only progressed slower this time around and it was even harder for Sakura to comprehend. The slow friction between her legs was making her go crazy, her head was swaying side to side every time Madara would push and pull, and he loved every second of it watching the raw emotions displayed on her face. He knew all too well with what he was doing to her, his torturous pace warned him to end it soon or else he would burst before she could. His fingers found her clit and began massaging slowly, matching his thrusts. Sakura held her breath for a moment and she saw stars, the familiar twitching of her body from the orgasmic high and the uncontrollable wave of pleasure that coursed through her as Madara sought for his reprieve. Both of their orgasms rocked them rather slowly, making the pleasure last longer than usual.

Madara's forehead was glistening with sweat as he was still fully clothed, he slowly lowered Sakura back on her feet and observed the red handprints he left on her skin. He kissed her midway as she was getting herself dressed. She was a little shaky, feeling the aftermath of her orgasm still. She was very sensitive and it felt wrong now that she was fully aware of the room. Although she treated it like a safe haven, a place where Madara hasn't completely filled with bad memories, but this was a change of pace. She saw it differently now, even though it held a significant part in her stay in this hellhole it was still a place she won't miss.

She will leave this place. Even if it means she has to scrape by with the skin on her teeth.