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Darkness fogged her senses; her vision fading in and out blurrily. Bodies were fuzzy black masses shifting around her, touching her, and moving her. Voices were muffled, distant brutish hums she couldn't make sense of. She teetered on the edge between life and death; the slow, lethargic pump of her heart echoing in the abysmal space of her mind. She didn't know where she was, but she couldn't find the capacity to care. For each time she briefly came to, it only took seconds for her to sink back into the black sand; very nearly allowing it to swallow her whole. She was being tossed around, squeezed, and slapped—making the obscure night all the more appealing; limbs heavy as she fell deeper and deeper into the tempting trench. Numb, blind, and emotionless.

Sakura was sure of it.
She was going to die.

She tried hard to remember what was happening—even as she was being shouted at to move, she couldn't seem to will her feet to walk. She tried hard to focus—even as her wrists became cuffed to something, she didn't have the energy to tug her wrists away from it. Even as hazed emerald eyes blinked, struggling to bring everything into focus—she felt the sting again, liquid magma swirling its way through her veins; burning her up from the inside out so painstakingly slow that she would have screamed, had her tongue not felt like sandpaper in her mouth. It only took seconds again for her to fade out, her body floating off into space; the echo of laughter ebbing the further she left her body.

Sakura was sure of it...
She was going to die.

Kiba grit his teeth, staring out the airplane window. He'd handled a lot of major jobs in his day, he's been in a lot of high-risk situations, and they've all come incredibly close to losing each other; so, he figured this far into the game, he wouldn't be phased by an emergency like this.
But he was.

He was, because Shino right—Sota definitely has his hands-on Sakura and Kakashi by now. Sota was a sneaky, slippery son-of-a-bitch. He slipped out long before they even talked to Hisato. He had shit going on in the background long before they could even catch on—and now they're paying for it because they're a bunch of fucking idiots. What made it worse, is the thoughts that ran through his head at what Sota could possibly do to them. Kiba knew without a doubt in his mind Kakashi was going to be killed—if not by Sota, then by Reiji. Kiba also knew Sota was a man who fucked with his victims and he wasn't going to let Kakashi off the hook so easily. He was going to torture the guy for information. He was going to hurt Sakura to get to him—and honestly, Kiba wouldn't blame him if he broke. Sakura was Kakashi's life now, and he was going to do anything to protect her.
So was Kiba.
So was the whole team.

They all loved her as if she's been around since they were kids. She gets along so well; she fits right in with no issues. The dynamic between her and Kakashi, her and the team; it flowed effortlessly. She was someone Kiba saw a lot of his sister in, and that only naturally pulled the protective brother out of him. Kiba would kill for his sister—he'd do anything for her, even if she got on his nerves. The same went for Sakura—he'd do anything for her. He might bitch, but he'd do it. He would, because he understood her. He understood the walls she built around herself, he understood her hard exterior, and her means to protect herself. It was almost like looking in a mirror, and he had to admit; seeing her giving herself fully to Kakashi gave him hope for his own future. A future that was going to involve Kakashi and Sakura because—god damn it all—they were going to save them.

They had it all planned out.

Tsunade did well on her end of contacting the detectives—having them waiting at the airport when they arrived, escorting them past security and on the plane. The flight was roughly 17 hours, so they had no time to spare when they arrive. The main detective they work with—Kaito—stated that he would get in contact with the American agents and that they'd be waiting for the team's arrival to set out and strike. While Kiba asked why they couldn't just go scope out the club now, Kaito made a point of saying Sota might be hiding out for a good half of the day just in case he was tracked by agents. Chances are, he was going to take care of Sakura and Kakashi at night; meaning possibly they're sitting ducks until either Sota shows up or the team does—and Kiba was praying that the team would arrive before anything else. Kiba thought it was a load of bullshit, considering that Sota was technically Japan's affair—and the US didn't want to get involved if they didn't have to. But he didn't have time for semantics anymore, if they weren't going to help that was fucking fine to him. Only a few more hours and they'd arrive. Kiba didn't give two shits about sleeping- and neither did anyone else. Everyone was hyper-focused on the job at hand.

They were going to take care of this fucker, once and for all.

Eyes lethargically wrestled to open, pupils weakly adjusting as she started to come to; attempting to take in her surroundings. She couldn't make sense of what was going on around her; save that she still couldn't move. Everything surrounding her was blurred together, and she tried to blink away the watery film over her eyes. Voices bounced off the walls of the room—aggressive and unfamiliar to her. Sakura dipped her head, sucking in air slowly through her nose to offset the surmounting nausea she was feeling. Her skin felt tight and itchy, but when she tried to scratch it she was met with the sound of metal clinking and the sudden halt of her wrists. Slowly she turned her head, squinting at her wrists as her eyes tried to make out what she was seeing.

Her wrists were cuffed to a thin metal pipe that looped out of the wall; the white paint flicking off to reveal the rusted metal underneath. The room was relatively dark, save for several pale fluorescent lights that flickered randomly above her; barely lighting the room up. She appeared to be tucked in a corner, facing the entire room—its' shape similar to that of the safehouse underneath Samurai in Tokyo; one big cube. There were several tables set about with chairs, along with a desk not twenty feet from her; close to the wall. She could clearly see the bricks on the walls and the bad paint job that covered them; rubbing her skin nearly raw. Above her music could be heard, a vibrating bass similar to most clubs. Sakura figured they were under some nightclub, there was really no other explanation. She could make out at least four silhouettes ambling back and forth; men talking among each other. The clearer her vision became, the more panic began to set in.

Just where the fuck is she?

The last thing Sakura remembers was what happened at the hotel—Sasuke unknowingly leading Sota directly to her. The sick mother fucker knew just how to play Sasuke, and like a fucking idiot he took the bait. The last thing she remembers was watching them inject something into Kakashi's neck at the same time she felt that tale-tell sting—one she had been feeling on and off for what felt like days to her. How long was she out for? How long did they keep her drugged?

Where the fuck was Kakashi?

Sakura's head shot up, wide eyes glancing around wildly; peering into the dark spots hoping to find him cuffed to something. The more she continued to frantically search, the more panic started to really set in. Whatever they injected her with was wearing off slowly—making her feel dizzy and sick. Her breathing came in rapid pants and she jerked at her cuffs wildly, hot tears gathering in her eyes. What if they killed Kakashi? She couldn't see him anywhere, and the pain of loss stinging suddenly; mixing with fear and striking like a miserable chord. Her palms began to sweat, her stomach flipping painfully, and her entire frame shook violently. Heat rushed over her body in a terrified wave, and when she saw two bodies nearing her it took everything in her not to scream.

One man came into clear sight; tall as he was bulky. He was limping slightly as he walked; the lights highlighting his features as he passed through them. The man was completely bald, eyes hard and speckled with scars all over his head. The man to his right was a little under the bald man's height; the same wide, bulky build. He had short, spiky black hair that stood maybe an inch high, and there was a scar on his upper lip. Both men stopped in front of her, the bald one stepping forward and glaring at her.

"Well look at this, brother. Someone is finally awake," The bald man remarked bitterly. "You're a fuckin' light weight—you know that, bitch? I mean shit, the drugs we use to keep you sedated are strong, but you were out for hours. How long would you say she was out for, Riichi?"

Riichi ran his tongue along his teeth, "I'd say she was out for at least a day, Reiji."

Reiji nodded slow, deliberate nods, "Yeah, sounds about right. We even tried waking your ass up, too—no dice. Do you know how long the boss has been trying to get his hands on you- and you make him have to wait for your stupid ass to wake up? That's fuckin' rude, you know that?"

Sakura's eyes flicked between the two, fear causing her teeth to chatter as she sucked herself against the wall away from them, shaking her head and closing her eyes as if it would shut them out completely.

A hand came out, gripping her face tightly and jerking her head up, "Don't close your eyes on me, little bitch. You pay attention when I'm talking to you—you understand that?"

Still, Sakura kept her eyes squeezed shut; hot tears spilling down her cheeks, teeth clenched to fight back the sob that threatened to break through. She wished there was something she could do. She wished her limbs felt normal, instead of weights on her body. She wished she felt strong, instead of weak and sick. She wished she could think clearly, but her brain was still fogged. She tried to jerk her face out of the hand, only to have something hot and hard slam fast across her face; pain crackling across her nerves and sending a fresh wave of tears.

"I said, don't close your fucking eyes. Open them, you stupid cunt. Look at me when I'm talking to you," Reiji growled. "Or your little boyfriend is going to get it."

Sakura's eyes snapped open, wide and frantic as she tried to crane her head to see if he was around. Reiji chuckled though his brows were pulled down tight, "There's a good little bitch. You're lucky the boss wants you in a decent condition when he sees you- or I would have knocked your fucking lights out for not listening to me. But, your boy toy, on the other hand, isn't important to us nor is he worth much money. So, unless you want me to gut him like a fucking pig, you'll listen to what I have to say—do you understand?"

Sakura said nothing, she only kept her eyes open and attempted to keep the tears at bay; though her body called her bluff. No matter how hard she kept repeating in her head to be strong, she couldn't. The more the drugs wore off, the more everything became haywire. Her mind was hazy but her emotions were raw, erratic and fleeting. She couldn't seem to get ahold of herself, and the two men saw this.

"Aw," Riichi teased, lower lip jutting out in a mock pout. "Are you sad your little friend isn't here? Are you worried about him?"

Sakura glanced over, tongue heavy as she attempted to speak, "Wh-whe...where...is he...?"

Riichi tossed his head back and laughed loudly, "Wow, you are fucked up. You can't even talk, you stupid bitch. What good are you going to be if the client wants you to talk—hmm?"

"No," Reiji interrupted, squatting down and moving in on a trembling Sakura. "The man she's going to doesn't give a fuck about talking—as long as it's top quality pussy, he's fine. Plus, she's got pink hair and he finds that erotic, so you know. The boss was planning on plucking your fucking teeth out, anyways—so look forward to that."

Giant hands pulled a small silver key out of his pocket, stretching across and reaching for Sakura who tried to squish herself against the wall; breathing heavily and whimpering. Reiji's eye narrowed, snagging her forearm and tugging her forward so hard that when the cuffs held her back she very nearly was thrown back from the force. He squeezed her arm painfully tight, wrenching his hand and causing it to burn, "You'll not make a fucking move, bitch. You stay completely still or I'll slap the shit out of you again." He raised his left hand, pressing it hard against Sakura's collarbone and shoving her back hard; free hand moving to undo the cuffs around the pipe. He held her there tight as he removed the cuffs, a sick grin pulling at the corner of his mouth as he eyed her. He inched his hand down her chest, lower still and moving to her breast. Sakura screamed, weakly slapping his hand away and squishing herself tighter in the corner.

Reiji snarled, "Don't fucking push me away, bitch. I just want to know what's got the boss so worked up—that's all. As far as I'm concerned, you're not the best bitch I've seen so I don't get it. Besides, you're so fuckin' frigid—when's the last time you let a real man touch you? Because I promise you, I'm going to be a lot gentler than the boss will be."

Sakura raised her arm feebly, trying to sit back on her heel so she could bring up her leg to kick him in the chest. The drive of her foot was too slow, and as a result Reiji caught it smoothly; digging his fingers into her Achilles heel and jerking her back so she slid across the concrete floor; laid out in front of him. He loomed over her, practically fuming as he drove his hand across her face again—the slap a million times harder than that of the man who attacked her at the diner. Sakura yelped, crossing her hands in front of her to try to protect herself. Easily Reiji pinned both wrists crossed down on her stomach with one hand, shoving his other hand up her shirt. Sakura tried to jerk her body, she tried to kick her way out from underneath him but her limbs didn't listen; her body didn't react the way she wanted it to. She instead looked pitiful, heels barely dragging up an inch while she tossed her head to the side. Reiji's hand went up her shirt, grabbing her breast and squeezing so roughly that she cried out, shoulders caving in as a result of the pain.

"Not bad," Reiji grumbled, moving his hand over to the other breast and squeezing even harder; laughing when a sob broke out from her chest.

"Get...off...of m-me..." Sakura sobbed, closing her eyes tight and trying to roll her hips in attempts to scoot away from his hold.

Reiji dug his nails into her flesh deep, dragging them down and tearing the skin, "Fuck you, bitch. I'll do what the fuck I want. You don't have the upper hand here, slut. I don't see what the problem is anyways; you let that silver-haired cunt grab your tits, don't you? I'm just taking stock, there's nothing wrong with that. Riichi, you want in on this?"

Riichi chuckled, moving to loom over with his arms crossed, "I'd fucking love to." Riichi squat down, grabbing Sakura's ankles and dragging her heavy body over to him; chuckling that disgusting, sickening laugh that made her violently sick; stomach fluttering, waves of nausea coming over her so strong that she shot up and threw up directly onto Riichi's shirt.

"What the FUCK?!" Riichi bellowed, standing up and kicking Sakura in the gut hard; causing her to topple over to her side. "You stupid little bitch! I ought to fucking kill you, bitch!" He kicked her three more times, pausing on the last kick when a voice from the front of the room carried through.

"Are you fucking up my client's purchase?"

Sakura moaned, curling up and clutching her stomach as pain burned along her stomach; wheezing because the air had been kicked out of her. She threw up again, sobbing heavily and trying to curl up tighter. She didn't know what she was going to do. The drugs were still affecting her body, she couldn't do what she wanted to do, she couldn't react the way she wanted to react—she couldn't do anything but take what she was getting. She sobbed because she was weak. She sobbed because she was never going to see her family again. She sobbed because she didn't want Kakashi to get hurt. She sobbed because she hated herself. She sobbed because she was sure of it:

She's going to die.

Footsteps approached, coming to a full stop behind Sakura, "Look what the fuck you've done, Riichi. I told you not to fuck her up."

"The bitch threw up on me," Riichi grunted. "I had to teach her a fucking lesson."

"You're not at liberty to be teaching anyone lessons—remember? Who runs this fucking show—me, dipshit. Don't let your balls get too big for your fucking head you big fucking idiot—or do I have to remind you?"

There was a brief pause before Riichi bitterly spat out, "No."

"That's a good fucking boy. Now, grab her and bring her over here—on her knees, and cuff her fucking hands behind her back."

Sakura's eyes were still closed when a hand grabbed her forearm, roughly jerking her up and dragging her across the room; throwing her down on the hard floor and positioning her to her knees. She felt the cool metal of the cuffs tighten around her arms that were pulled too tight behind her back, and she doubled forward; still struggling to catch her breath. Footsteps came from her left around to the front, a figure squatting down and getting eye level with her.

"Look at me, Sakura."

Sakura dipped her head lower, shaking her head and biting the inside of her cheek hard in hopes it would snap her out of the stupor she was still in. The man in front of her sighed heavily, "Fine. Maybe you'll look up for your boyfriend? Reiji—bring him over here."

Taking the bait, Sakura glanced up instantly. Off in the darkest corner opposite of her, she saw Reiji dragging a long body behind him; and as they neared, she could see blood caked in matted silver hair. Her eyes widened when he tossed Kakashi to the ground, kicking him swiftly in the gut before standing off to the side. Sakura became frantic, trying to move forward on her knees to see him. She couldn't tell if he was breathing or not—all she saw was the blood that was all over his body. More tears came and this time she cried loud, using what strength she had to try to throw herself over to him. When she attempted to leap forward, a body came in between her; halting her completely.

"Ah, ah ah," the voice sang darkly. "You stay right where you are."

Distraught emerald eyes flashed, finally looking up at the man who caused this all.

Standing directly in front of her, staring down at her coldly, was Sota. His hair was slicked back, his eyes as dull and as black as a lump of coal. His features were almost rat-like, with a sharp pointed nose and a sharp jaw. He had high cheekbones and thin, arched eyebrows. He regarded her coolly, hand tucked into his black striped suit.

"What did..." Sakura sucked in a breath, clenching her trembling teeth. "What did you do...t-to him?"

Sota smiled brightly, "We fucked him up, of course. I don't know if you're aware, but your boyfriend here works for someone—we just don't know who because somebody is a tough egg to crack. But that's no matter." He squat back down, a gloved hand coming up to grab her chin, "I have been looking everywhere for you, Sakura. Do you know how frustrating it is trying to find a bitch? You're not even anyone important—some American girl moved to Tokyo to chase her dreams." He smiled again, teeth small and off-white. "You know, I pride myself on the quality of the bitches I get—and how quick I get them. So you can imagine my disdain when a month and a half pass by with little to luck in finding out just where the fuck you are. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say your partner there," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, "had something to do with it?"

Sakura said nothing, she only tried to crane her head, "K...Ka-kashi..."

Sota huffed, rolling his eyes, "Oh my fucking god. You're a rude bitch, you know that? First, you make me wait forever to find you—which, honestly we need to talk about." Sota rose, walking over to a table to the right and plucking up a knife; twirling the tip of the blade on the pad of his finger. Without looking up, he spoke, "Get him on his knees." On cue, Riichi and Reiji walked over to Kakashi's prone body, picking him up and balling their fists into his hair to hold him there. With his head lifted, she caught a clear sight of his face. Blood dried where his nose was, his lip was busted with a quarter-inch cut. He looked like he had the shit beat out of him, there was multiple forming bruises around his throat, gashes bleeding across his chest, and what appeared to be burn marks up his arms. She bit her lip, lamenting as his eyes cracked open to meet hers.

"Kakashi..." Sakura croaked, toppling over when she tried to move forward.

"Kakashi, Kakashi," Sota mimicked in a higher octave. "Is that all you can say? You're such a boring conversationalist." Sota grabbed her by the shoulder and sat her back up, signaling for Riichi to hold her in place. Big hands wrapped themselves around her shoulders and squeezed tight; causing her muscles to bunch and sting immediately. Sota ambled over to Kakashi casually, brandishing the knife and flashing another smile at Sakura, "You see, Sakura—can I call you that? I feel like we're on a first name basis, you and I. So, you see, Sakura; any women I set my sights on, I always capture—always. That night, when you bumped into the across the club and I saw you in those tight little shorts and that pink hair—I saw dollar signs, baby. At first, it was just business; that was, until you slapped the shit out of me. You could imagine my humiliation, couldn't you Sakura? Don't you hate being humiliated like that?" Sota neared her again, cocking back his hand and throwing it across her face; the sound of the slap buzzing along the dull thrum of the bass of the club above.

Sakura's head shot to the side and she cried, at the same time Kakashi began to jerk under Reiji's hold, "You keep your...fucking hands off of her," Kakashi slurred, still obviously being affected by the drugs.

Sota glanced over at Kakashi carelessly, "I'll get to you. I'm talking to Sakura, first. Now, Sakura—tell me, how did that feel? Were you humiliated?"

Sakura shook her head, "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm doing this because you need to be taught a fucking lesson. No one humiliates me that way and gets away with it," Sota answered evenly, now standing by Kakashi's right side and looping an arm around his neck to hold him tight. He pointed the tip of the blade where the top of his scar was, turning his attention over to Sakura. "TELL. ME. SA-KU-RA. Were you humiliated?"

"Leave him alone!" Sakura shouted, trying to pull forward only to have Riichi yank her back effortlessly.

Sota shook his head, "No, it's not going to work like that. Riichi, grab that bitch by her fucking hair. Hold her head and make her watch this."

Riichi's hand fisted tight in Sakura's hair; so tight she could feel strands snapping as he weaved the hair through his knuckles, pulling her head up and back. He dipped his head to mutter in her ear, "You're going to fucking watch this, or I'm cutting off your boyfriend's dick."

"What are you going to do to him?" Sakura whimpered, struggling against Riichi's hold. She watched Kakashi's expression, anger flashing across his face and his jaw set.

Sota dug the tip of the blade into Kakashi's skin, blood beading and rolling down. Slowly, he began to drag the blade down the length of Kakashi's scar; reopening the wound centimeter by centimeter. She watched as Kakashi grit his teeth, his entire body tense as the pain overrode him. "Say it, Sakura," Sota sang, pressing the blade even deeper; the skin parting and more blood pouring out.

"Fine! Yes! I was humiliated!" Sakura wailed, jerking as hard as she could against Riichi's hold to no avail. "Stop it! Stop, please—stop!"

"Jjjuuusssttt about done," Sota hummed, dragging the blade down the other half of the scar; leaving a bleeding trail in his wake. The blood poured over, into Kakashi's eye and down his face. Sota unhooked his arm, standing back up and smiling down at Sakura. "See? That wasn't so hard to admit. Now, knowing what you know—can you see why I was so upset, Sakura? Because I was incredibly upset. I took it personal, you see." He chuckled nastily, "I even wondered if my obsession with you was a form of love because—you're obviously beautiful, in a unique way. I was planning on keeping you for myself, but I've got a lot of money riding on you. Landing this deal with you is going to put me back in the good graces of the big man, and I'll be honest—it's because of you and your friend here that I'm probably already in trouble. Not just for coming here and plotting everything behind the big man's back, but because your friend here snagged a guy of mine that can also put me and him under the spotlight. Still," Sota turned to Kakashi, sighing. "It's a shame we couldn't get him to talk. It'd make my life much easier."

Kakashi glared, spitting out blood at Sota; a thick blob landing directly center of his suit. Sota shook his head and laughed, instantly following up with a punch so solid that it knocked Reiji back a couple feet. Kakashi's head snapped hard, and when he lurched over more blood came pooling out of his nose. "You see, it's that shit right there I don't like. It seems like you two really need to brush up on your manners. You kids these days don't know how to act for shit. It's no matter. I'm sure your little boyfriend here will learn his lesson eventually." Sota turned towards Sakura, a very slow, sickening smirk tugging at his lips as he walked towards her. "To make sure you're good enough for our client, I have to do a check on you, Sakura. I hope you don't mind—it's protocol, after all. I'm just going to make sure the plumbing works and that you're a good fuck. I mean, we could go off of your boyfriend's words, but I want it directly out of the horses mouth."

"Don't lay a fucking hand on her," Kakashi bit, his tone a little clearer. "I will fucking kill you if you-"

Sota tossed his head back and laughed, "What are you going to do, little boy? I'm the one with the knife and the two meat-heads. You're the one on your knees and bleeding."

"I will fucking end you," Kakashi seethed, blood spilling in between his teeth, one eye squinted shut.

"You know what," Sota paused, shaking his head. "I'm getting so tired of your mouth. For every time you talk, I'm breaking a finger."

"You could break them all," Kakashi ground out. "I'll still end your miserable life you sick son-of-a-bitch!"

"That's IT!" Sota barked, charging over to Kakashi in a flash, moving around him and grabbing Kakashi's right hand while Reiji continued to hold him down. He held it in the air and grabbed the index finger; easily snapping it. Sakura cried out, lurching forward and begging him to stop. Sota laughed, grabbing another finger and snapping it. Sakura watched Kakashi's jaw tighten, his brows pinched hard, and his eyes hardening. The man was managing the pain, and Sakura could barely keep herself together. Sota dropped the hand, glancing over at Sakura and snickering, "You look fucking dumb crying. You better get used to it. You're going to be someone else's bitch and no one likes a crier. Well, not everyone. I happen to find it a turn on." Sota's last sentence became dark in an instant, hand holding up the blade and wiggling it in the air as he approached her. "You need to learn the ropes, Sakura. I'm here to help you with that. I have been waiting and waiting to get my hands on you—I was almost nervous to meet you I was so giddy. I thought," He framed his jaw with his forefinger and thumb. "Should I stab her? Should I pull her teeth out—and I really liked that idea. Should I just fuck her and sell her? The options are endless."

Sakura tossed her head back and forth rapidly, "What the fuck do you want? Where do you get off—you fucker!"

Sota clicked his tongue, squatting down in front of Sakura, "Tsk, tsk. Is that anyway to speak to your master? Because," he glanced down at his watch, "until my client decides to get you, you're mine. I told him to give a month or so—so you'll heal up nicely. That means that you're all mine—and you're going to learn a thing or two, bitch."

"Stay the fuck AWAY from her," Kakashi barked, jerking hard in Reiji's hold.

Sota chuckled, looking over his shoulder, "Can you imagine, Sakura? You must be a really good fuck if this guy is going to still keep fighting for you even after the beating we've given him. Honestly, that just excites me more. Ah, but—don't worry, Kakashi. I'll fuck her long and hard and rough and mean—you know, wear her in really good so she knows what she's doing when she's sold. Don't worry, champ, I've got your back." Sota held a thumbs up at Kakashi before turning his attention back to Sakura. He winked at her, "Now, let's see what's under the hood." He pulled out the knife, grabbing the top of her shirt and ripping it all the way down; the blade dragging across her skin and cutting a line as he went. Sakura clenched her teeth at the pain, shuddering as he ripped the rest of her shirt off and the cool air touched her skin. Sota gasped, "Wowee, would you look at that, boys? She's got a nicer body than I thought. I mean, look at these tits!" He grabbed the front of the bra, dragging the blade through the fabric in the middle and cutting it effortlessly; the fabric falling away and revealing her breasts. Sakura tried to hunch over and hide herself, but Riichi was pulling her head tight; refusing to let her move.

Sota turned halfway to Kakashi, "These are pretty nice, if I say so myself. They're not big, but they look like they fit comfortably in your hand." Sota' hands stretched out when Kakashi practically screamed, "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS AWAY FROM HER!"

Sota scowled, "Reiji, do something about that."

"With pleasure," Reiji rumbled, fisting his hands in Kakashi's hair and angling his head up and landing several punches to the side of his face where his scar had been cut open; blood splattering across Kakashi's face, Reiji's face, and all over the floor. Quickly, he pulled out his own knife, stabbing Kakashi twice in the side; Kakashi grunting harshly, but still attempting to jerk his way out.

"Now," Sota continued. "Kakashi, I'm going to cut one of Sakura's tits off. I hope that's okay with you?" Sota stood, moving to standing halfway behind her and bending over; one gloved hand grabbing her left breast and lifting it up, edge of the blade pressed along the bottom curve where her breast and the skin of her torso met. Sakura's entire body shook with fear; trembling and terrified while Kakashi yelled a string of profanities. "I'm not listening," Sota sang, child-like, dragging the blade along the curve of her breast and laughing loudly when Sakura screamed. She tried hard not to. She wanted to be as strong as Kakashi was, but she wasn't. The pain was burning, stinging, and terrible. She felt hot blood begin to pour down her stomach when Sota moved over to the other side; dragging the blade there and chuckling as her skin parted and blood made its way through. He pointed the tip of the blade at her sternum, digging the tip in and dragging it down; humming, "Your skin is so soft. Our client will definitely love that."

Sakura's torso was completely covered in blood, all her nerves stinging while warm liquid made its way down her body. Sota stood back, admiring his handiwork, "Your screaming is music to my ears, Sakura. Look how much you're bleeding- I bet fucking you would be so good if your pussy is full of blood." He turned to Kakashi, "Should we do that? Make her pussy bleed so I can fuck her raw?"

Kakashi shot up, tossing his head back against Reiji's nose and charging for Sota. Reiji grabbed him by the shoulder, lobbing him back and wrapping his arm around his throat. Sakura could tell Kakashi was still feeling as weak as she was; but the rage on his face expressed exactly what they were both thinking- they wanted this fucker dead.

Sota clicked his tongue, "No good, sir, no good. I'm going to have to punish you for that, you know that right?" Before Kakashi could get a word out, Sota drove the blade deep into Kakashi's gut; stabbing him twice before pulling his fist back and punching him square in the chest. Sakura screamed again, angry hot tears pouring over her cheeks and splattering on the floor; mixing with the blood.

"Leave him alone!" Sakura wailed, face crumpled. "It's me you want! It's me! Don't touch him!"

Sota turned on his heel, "Oh, it's you I want alright. As a matter of fact, let's not fuck around any longer. Riichi, stand the bitch up- take off her cuffs but hold onto her, make sure she doesn't fucking go anywhere."

Sakura whimpered as Riichi tugged her up by her hair, holding her in place by wrapping one tree-trunk arm around her waist after she felt the cuffs clatter to the ground. Sota ambled up, reaching for the button of her pants and yanking them down aggressively, "You know, Sakura- I've always wondered. Does the carpet match the drapes?"

"Fuck you," Sakura sniffed, trying to sound strong despite the constant tremor of her body.

Sota simply chortled, "Fuck me? No, fuck you, Sakura. I'm going to fuck you. I've been dreaming about it since we met. I've imagined all the ways I could fuck you, and how bloody I can make it. We're going to start off by shoving this knife in your pussy real deep—but, don't worry. You'll heal up in time for our client, you'll be like new." Sota smiled, as if he were reassuring an old friend; tugging her pants off completely and shoving her legs out of them; leaving her in just her panties. Sota grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her hard in Riichi's hold and grabbing a handful of her behind. "Would you look at this? Top tier ass, if I do say so myself. That's an ass you want to fuck over and over again, am I right, Kakashi?"

"Fuck you," Kakashi growled. "I'm going to fucking end you."

"Yeah, yeah," Sota dismissed with a wave, turning Sakura back around. "Reiji, break another finger."

"NO!" Sakura shouted, eyes pleading with cold, heartless ones. "Please, don't hurt him. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt him."

Sota placed a hand over his heart, "Aw- how sweet. You'd really do that for him?" He spread her legs, placing the tip of the blade dangerously close to her core; scraping along the cloth-covered skin there and chuckling darkly when Sakura flinched. "So you're pink all over, huh? I bet the boys really do like you. It's too bad I've got to clean up my mess for the boss, otherwise I would have to keep you for myself. I mean, look at all this juicy, tender meat." Sota spread her legs, grabbing her left inner thigh and squeezing the flesh there so tight she wailed; pressing the blade against the soft skin and burying it deep; dragging several deep lines to her knee. Sakura screamed this time, a wail that bounced off the walls and hurt her own ears. Sota repeated the action on the other side; licking her blood off of the blade when he was done. Sakura's entire body was jolting now, pain crackling across every nerve in her body and blood pooling at her feet. She stood there; shuddering painfully when he cut her panties off and tossed them to the side.

"I just can't believe all of this work has led to this moment," Sota mused aloud, pressing the knife at her left hip and dragging it across to her right; a wet, angry gash breaking as he went. He drew another gash under it, and another, and another; until he was just an inch above her pubic area. Sakura screamed and he screamed with her, laughing loudly and dragging his tongue along the gashes he just tore. He tossed his head back, "You taste so fucking good. Your blood is so sweet, Sakura. Does your pussy taste that sweet, too? Kakashi, does her-"

Kakashi came charging at Sota, tackling him to the ground and grabbing his head; throwing his face into the concrete several times. Sakura screamed as Riichi tossed her to the side, fumbling to grab Kakashi and rip him off of Sota. Reiji pulled Kakashi's arms behind his back while Riichi began to slam his fists into Kakashi's gut over and over; Kakashi coughing out blood with every blow. Frantic, Sakura saw the knife Sota had been holding on the ground; reached for it and stabbing the blade into Sota's side once. Sota stood in an instant, grabbing her by the throat and squeezing tightly; his expression manic, eyes wide, forehead bleeding, and laughing wildly.

"YOU WANT TO STAB ME, BITCH?!" he punched Sakura in the stomach once before using his index finger and digging it deep into the gash he drew across her hips; wailing with her when she screamed. Over to the side she could see the brothers beating Kakashi up even more, blood all over them as they pummeled their fists into his body. Sota slapped Sakura hard, punched her in the stomach, and tossed her on the ground to kick her in the head. Sakura sobbed, trying to move to her feet when he kicked her hard again. The wind blew out of her lungs, and she was desperately heaving for air. Sota squat down, sneering in her face, "You're going to regret doing that, you little bitch." Sota snapped his head to the side, "Reiji, Riichi! Hold him still, I've got a fantastic idea."

Sota grabbed the knife out of his side; yanking it and hissing in pain before turning to Kakashi. "I'm done playing games. I was going to fuck your pretty little bitch raw right in front of you, but I'm just going to kill you instead. Fuck her up in the head real good before I fuck her real good—do you understand?" Sota took Reiji's place behind Kakashi while Riichi plucked Sakura up; pinning her arms down by her side and fisting her hair. "Sakura! You're going to want to watch this, baby girl!" Sota shouted, his expression wholly maniac as he pressed the blade against Kakashi's throat and started to drag it across; eyes bearing into Sakura's, smiling wickedly.

"NO!" Sakura bellowed, struggling in Riichi's hold; eyes aghast as she watched Kakashi gurgle and blood spurt out of his neck. His body tremored and arms flailed. She watched his eyes roll, and then she watched as several people charged in; one big hand grabbing Sota by the hair and yanking him back.

Suddenly, the room was chaotic. What looked like police came charging in with guns and lights; men in suits brandishing weapons, and shouting. Riichi let her go in an instant, turning to walk out the back door when a man who had hair similar to Lee's came flying past her to kick him in the back of the head; another body following suit as they pinned him down. Reiji was tackled by three men she thought she knew, but she wasn't sure; the blood loss was getting to her. More bodies came flying in, other grunts scrambling, but Sakura couldn't focus on who was where. All she could see was Kakashi; on top of Sota, beating the living shit out of him. Blood continued to spurt out of his neck and all over Sota's wailing face, but Kakashi didn't let up. She watched as he dug his thumbs into the man's eyes; the squelching noises reaching her ears along with Sota's screams. She watched as he drove his fists into his face so severely that she was positive his skull had sunk in. She watched him pick up Sota's head by the neck and drive it down with great force onto the concrete over and over and over and over and over and over and over...until Sota was no longer screaming. Kakashi's breathing heaved, there wasn't an inch of him that wasn't covered in blood, and he crumbled; gurgling and spluttering.

Sakura fell to her knees, weakly crawling her way over to Kakashi and feebly pulling him up by the shoulders to place his head in her lap; closing her hands over the blood that continued to spurt out of his neck. She watched as the color started to leave his face, she watched his eyes blink slowly in attempts to focus on her. She watched their bodies together, covered in blood and still bleeding. She watched as he tried to speak, but sputtered blood across her face instead. She watched his eyes, pleading as his hand came up; planting a bloody handprint on her face before eyes rolled back and he stilled. She watched the life leave him, frantic to put pressure on his wound; but she was fading away. She felt something drape over her shoulders, but she was too far gone. Watching him lose himself, she lost herself, too. Sakura tossed her head back and screamed.

And screamed and screamed and screamed.