Relentless
Prologue: Enter Sachiko
Disclaimer: 'Naruto' in its entirety does not belong to me. Sachiko however is my creation :-D
Warning for 'Enter Sachiko': Implied rape
Sachiko dodged the hand about to slap her but not the kick from the other side. The movements amplified the pain pumping through her nerves, slowing her every move, making her vulnerable to the next attack. Dark hair tangled further as ruthless hands dug deep within the thick mass, jerking her head sharply backwards. A short flaccid dick was shoved hard into her mouth, which was kept open forcibly by strong fingers immobilising her lower jaw.
A long time ago, she had been taught to remain pliant and to detach her mind from what was being done to her – what was done to elicit the groans without care to whether it was borne of pain or pleasure. A short time before that, she had taken a chance to run away clothed as she was…
Her lungs felt as though it were burning up, consuming her from the inside – but she ran on, gulping down the damp air, grateful for the feel of soft grass and soil under her soles. If she were anymore innocent, any less pressed for precious time, she might have paused her frantic search for her next turn to relish the welcome sensations of freedom. As it was, her pursuers were right behind her, pushing her adrenaline levels sky-high with each half-hearted grab at her streaming hair. They were toying with her, already savouring her punishment, arrogantly sure of their abilities to capture her. Every now and then they would fall back, giving her hope – only to crush it in the next moment when more joined in behind, from the path she'd just passed.
Gasping for air, her chubby fingers clutched at the side of a building, using her forward momentum to propel her faster around the bend, dashing ahead, desperate to reach the fence. It had to be here. She'd memorised and re-memorised the exact layout of her escape route from that breezeless room.
There! She charged forward, eagerly reaching for the ornately twisted metal that formed the gates.
'Just a few more steps!'
But she never felt the cool metal. Instead, it was the cold air that rushed up to cool her heated skin, her faithless clothing abandoning her with multiple 'tsiiikkt's as hands first bruised her and then tore away the delicate fabric. A small shivering frame struggled still against the restraints, crying as she attempted to dart away from the groping hands, frustrated when she was held in place, her view of the black fence unobstructed, as was the moon glowing in all its pearly white iridescence and the stars twinkling with glee. Pain raked her from within, spreading through her nerves, connecting and sparking where rough tongue and teeth inflicted more pain. Tears flowed as she inhaled the earthy smells around her. The fire in her lungs raged on, but this time, she felt nothing as she struggled valiantly for breath, needing to breathe and shout for air, for something… Anything to get away from all this.
Her small fingers clenched the grass, loosening the soil, a useless attempt as she was raised up again and then slammed down, her mouth repeatedly stuffed with a similar organ. Her nose remained pinched tight to keep her mouth open. This one liked the choking sounds she made when her body lacked the necessary air to survive. She couldn't see anymore, her eyes screwed tightly shut so she wouldn't see the perverse expression when he came. She would have covered her ears from the hoarse shouts too. If her short arms hadn't been pulled up and back to awkwardly stroke yet another.
She could no longer see the gates. The ones she'd previously compared to the Pearly Gates – her doorway to heaven. She had no concept of what heaven was, but her readings seemed to indicate that it was good. At the very least, it was different from what she was living… The keen awareness of pain and torment was familiar enough to her for her to associate it to Hell/Purgatory. The books she read indicated that Heaven/Paradise was the completely unlike it in a good way.
Long moments later, she had been left in a crumbling heap, while the men wiped themselves off on her torn garment before dragging her by her now matted hair towards her cell. Slowly, the mocking sky and gates literally became distant to match how she felt they had been throughout this time.
Years later, she'd considered those Hellish gates to be like those that remained closed to the souls behind it. One-way through only. At least, it was to people like her. They weren't the guards or visitors that passed through like ghosts through solid matter. She would always laugh at that. It was a kind of mental torture. They were given books that dealt with the fantastical hope of sincerity, which of course included 'true everlasting love', 'eternally true friendship' or the most ludicrous type: 'unconditional parental protection'. It was a sadistic attempt at mental torment. She had been prey to it for a while… But bit by bit it was broken down. At the grand age of nine, she had abruptly grown out of it and had begun to take the other genre of books more seriously.
Non-fiction after all made that much more sense. Everything was logical and could be predicted with a large probability of it coming true. For example, if you hit someone, you could expect retaliation with greater force. It could be traced to how people needed to be in control and dominate to fulfil their selfish desires. Just like what was being done now.
Her mind cleared for a moment and coolly noted that it was over. Mechanically, she waited for her cue to get up and begin cleaning herself from the filth. Habitually, her mind wandered again. Back when she had been young, she'd devoured stories about princesses being rescued from monsters/dangerous plights/loathful situations by princes in shining armour, or about adventurers who would travel about and right wrongs. The plots varied here and there, occasionally a western outlaw in the wild West; a brave from the Native Americas, wanted archers in a forest somewhere… All fighting to save the innocent and victimised. But they all belonged to an imaginary realm which she would never travel to again.
Slowly, as the last one stumbled out the door, she rose up, limping her slow way to the other door in the room, the pain already beginning to subside. Then, all thoughts were pushed away as exhaustion crowded her mind. Sighing, she eased into the warm water and systematically began to futilely cleanse herself of the impurities. It was all she could do, right now, to be physically clean at least.