A/N- Highly doubt people are still reading, or even remember this story, but on the off-chance that anyone is, I'm updating. This is the beginning of part 3 which is the last part in this craziness. Thank you for following and reading, yes, I deleted the last chapter. It was pointless. Hopefully, you enjoy the big reveal. The story may get revamped and resubmitted later, depends on when Nixx and I have the time to collectively try and fix our mistakes.


Chapter Seventeen: Your move?

Title: I Want You to Cry

By: Yuhikoi & Nixx


It takes Sasuke twenty-three seconds to ditch the role of, 'concerned boyfriend.'

"I said, enough." Sasuke repeated in a low and even tone, staring exhaustively into the camera. The blond couldn't have halted his actions quicker, though he kept a firm fist full of Sakura's damp panties around his fist. The material thinned and sunk into his skin. His free hand plant forcefully behind her shuddering skull, smothering her face with the crisp burgundy carpet. The pinkette's trembling hadn't ceased a beat and neither did the delirious and paranoid noises ripping from her gulping throat. It's almost like sitting on top of someone with a seizure really, waiting for them to kick the bucket, but unfortunately they fuckin' persist.

He had to admit, to see her squirming beneath him like a fish sizzling on concrete had turned him on more than he felt comfortable admitting.

Seriously…

He thought humorously to himself. Grinding his teeth around the tender skin of his inner cheek. The blood tasted sour in his mouth, like orange juice mingled with battery acid.

Sure, he had gone into this half cocked. Literally. He had no intentions to put his dick in this bitches' dirty little mitten. He's certain the entirety of this town had wallowed in there at some point, and while that wouldn't have prevented him a few weeks ago from taking the conquest regardless—it now seemed somewhat…trite.

An eye for an eye seemed a touch too textbook, as far as punishments go. Just seemed to lack his brand of payback. Then again payback has never been something he participated in. A payback implied that the other person would still be alive, with the option to exact revenge.

And that, he just couldn't have.

Sasuke didn't appear to be motivated and that—well that absolutely vexed the absolute dog shit out of him. Though he was careful to not allow that sentiment to be visible, as he stared at Sasuke, who had now taken to leaning against a wall with a sigh. He scratched at his temple and chuckled a little.

Sasuke broke out into a humous chuckle, one that seemed to escalate uncontrollably and die out with a low sigh.

"Excuse me, "he apologized insincerely, "it's just, I'm kind of taking it—this all in. I'm not sure what you were hoping to accomplish with this," he gestured towards the camera at Naruto and a whimpering Sakura. A grin lingered on his face and he made it a point to not break his stare with Naruto. "…wouldn't be the first time I watch you do that you know. In fact, I think it's my duty to let you know, she might be a spitfire but not much comes outta there, even when she says she's wet—she isn't. It's almost like dick just doesn't do it for he-"

"gu sonoffa bitc-!" Sakura barked out in a fit of sniffles, sobs and hot red fury.

Her body lurched with a level of desperation that Naruto hadn't thought possible from a bitty bit of bones like her. It was as if for just a moment—she had forgotten that he had the upper hand. She became enlightened once more of her status a moment later and slunk back to the ground, wailing painfully beneath the crushing weight of the blond.

Naruto asked with composed vehemence, "What the fuck did I tell you? Hm?"

Sakura moaned miserably, gurgling out a cry as Naruto slowly pushed a middle finger into the knotted orifice of her anus. He was amused, with just how quickly his instincts to inflict torture kicked in. He pushed through the resistance vigorously.

"As usual you're worried about the wrong person."

The bitch was unbelievable. Was she really that ashamed of being into women that she'd really try to pull that stunt with him?

"She can't help it. People around here, they aren't too fond of the gays. Honestly, I've never seen so many sad ass prudes in one fuckin' place. Everyone's got it out for us. People are just so pent up and hell bent on exposing everyone's carnal urges and being judgy. It's disheartening. You know what it feels like, right?"

Naruto scoffed, "Can't relate…"

"Can't you?"

Defiling Sakura was of little consequence in the grand scheme of thigs. In truth, she was Sasuke's pawn. The mere fact that Sakura had never even mentioned Sasuke to him seemed to imply that she hadn't been a fan of his. Neither of her friends mention him either. Naruto wondered why but chucked it up to the NDA that Sakura's father, the mayor, made everyone who knew of the incident sign.

Hiding it. Preventing judgement from his clearly lesbian daughter, whilst unconsciously protecting Hinata's rapist. Everyone got away with it, scot free. No one in this town would even dare question the bitch nor her sexuality, especially not while she flaunted guys around leading them on like she'd give it up. Fuck, he was an idiot. He knew there had to be a fuckin' reason why she was playing so fucking hard to get.

"So, what now?" Sasuke asks, his dark eye windening inquisitively, "I'm afraid your game plan didn't pan out quite as you expected. I'm thinking, the ball is in my court now."

The camera swivels, he can hear a bunch of rummaging on Sasuke's end as he began to walk somewhere. He notices the floor's wooden texture, tube socks discarded in some places and a spot of uneven plank. The floorboard creeks as Sasuke strolled down a hall—making sure to angle the camera towards the walls. The home is eerily familiar and it strikes him-the moment he notices his work dufflebag in the corner of his bedroom.

His insides fossilized instinctively. Thoughts derailing into a realm that he hadn't visited in years. He gritted his teeth in an effort to keep quiet. He could feel something in his chest, stirring, and growing like a hell seed. Growing much too quickly to delegate, ripping right through him. His teeth snapped clean through his bottom lip and the pain was a much needed distraction.

Sasuke was in his home.

"Wanted to come by and check up on you guys. I thought, for old times sake, I'd bring you a snack."

The camera pixelated when he twists it around. The focus delays for a moment before it clears up and he sees a nude woman laying unconsciously on top of his mattress. She's nude, though her chest is bound by bandages—dark hair spilling over her face and shoulders. Her puffy lips agape, stained in scarlet.

The veins swelled painfully beneath his skin, like they'd explode. Blood surged to his head and his eyes narrowed into icy slits.

He doesn't have to see her face to notice her skin—marred in self inflicted scars

"You fucking bastar-!"

"Picked her up the moment you called, figured I'd need some solid leverage."

Fuck…how the fuc-!

"You were dumb enough to think Lee was your friend? He's nothing more than a punk, a snitch and a yes-man. I pay him well to keep me informed."

An angry laugh fell from Naruto's lips, his body shuddered. Well that's just fucking rich.

"I've known everything that's been going on between you and Sakura. Lee informed me that you took a liking to Hinata, and I can't say I blame you. For guys like us, she's mold-able, easy, broken, trusting and the best thing for us...she's loyal, to a fault. She's fucking crazy and we like crazy, wanna fuck the fuck outta crazy. She's an employee of mine—a gift from her generous uncle, he's a great businessman. Invests in his niece. You know, the ANBU girls we have sex with—they're all investments of mine. I was generous to share them with you for free, I even shared her with you. I guess in a way—I kind of own you too."

Sasuke chuckles, leaning over the bed to sweep Hinata's hair aside carefully. Naruto bristles with contempt, just watching him touch her. It did shit to him that not even killing his own mother had.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, you piece of shit." he states, unflinchingly, lowly. Breathing the words, meaning every syllable.

Sasuke plopped down on his bed, the springs grumbled beneath him. Naruto could only see his thin lips, perked into a smug little grin. He began to adjust his belt. Naruto could see a holster at his side, a pistol housed within it.

"I think, if you don't get here soon, I might just eat her all up. I'll violate every piece of her to the point that even you won't want her. I'd like to meet the real you. It's your move, dobe."