Warning: this fic contains sensitive material, understand it as a situation of violence, abuse and foul language, read at your own discretion.

Captive

[One]

Her eager hands fluttered roughly over her torn dress. The sound of the tearing coming from the garment was something that at that moment did not matter, even if it was of her concern, her clothing was already damaged enough to even think that it would fulfilled the original function for which it had been manufactured.

Her eyes were fixed on the stairs, those steps that led to her salvation. It was like seeing the steps of heaven that ended at that door from where the only streaks of light that illuminated the gloomy room appeared.

She unconsciously passed one of her hands over her left wrist and then did it again with her right, touching the black bruises that had been caused by already absent ties, still hurting her.

She licked her parched lips in anticipation of her next action: she decided she must go out and end the hell she had been subjected to.

With trembling legs she stood up and a slight moan came from her lips at the same time a grimace decorated her features. She felt her crotch atrophied and sore: it was the reminder of her suffering, the biggest reason of why she had to leave. She slowly took small steps towards the ladders, because it was all she could achieve at the moment. At last being in front of them, she tightly grasped the railing and took a deep breath: she could already feel the freedom.

But before she could step onto the first stair, a figure appeared slowly in the doorway, totally dark from the light peeking behind him.

She fell sit on her own legs and with her shaking hands on her thighs.

—Welcome…— she whispered imperceptibly, leaning over herself as soon as that shadow was in front of her —…master

A few seconds passed until the individual's large, greyish hands settled on each side of her face, lifting her to look at him.

Despite the darkness of that room, she could make out a smile on her captor's face, slowly approaching, until his breath hit her lips. He had crouched in front of her to be level with her.

—Did you miss me? —He asked in a whisper.

Her body shuddered at the sound of his voice, feeling a very different sensation than it should.

She nodded feverishly, unable to meet her eyes.

Yet her mind screamed No! Strongly.

Their lower lips touched, yet that was all.

—Yes? — He asked lustfully — Show me how much

And as soon as he said that, her hands were already on his chest.

She looked at that area, which was covered by the blue fabric of his uniform, running her hands up and down repeatedly and then stopping. With the index finger of her left hand she began to outline the plate that rested on the right side of his chest, the symbol of who, ironically, was supposed to protect her. He started to stand up until he was fully straight, still watching her, she could feel his heavy gaze.

Her hands, which had been at the level of his hips, moved slowly towards his pelvic area, massaging his member over the clothes.

Inside her head she was fighting a fight: reason told her to stop, that this was the opposite of what she should do, but a small but domineering part of her head was desperately telling her to do it.

Her vision clouded when her hands began to remove the belt that was gripping his pants, but her body refused to stop, it was bad and she was scared, and she could do nothing but obey. With the belt finally out of the way, she proceeded to unbutton his pants and lower it fly, before proceeding with the next thing she took a deep breath, holding the air in her lungs.

She began to lower the garment slowly along with the boxers, and as soon as it had the opportunity his cock came out and rose prominently, the pre-seminal fluid coming out of the urethra was spread over the tip of the glans and a small drop threatened to fall to the floor.

Ignoring the turmoil in her stomach she took the cock between her hands, barely being able to close them around it because of how shaky her hands were and began to gently masturbate him, a growl of pleasure reached her ears and continued as it was going. Minutes later she felt her face being taken meekly by one of his rough hands, lifting it slightly until their eyes met.

—Put it inside — he whispered.

She swallowed hard before parting her lips and inserting his cock into her mouth. She began with short movements, covering the member a little more with each movement and massaging the excess with her hands, she increased the speed when the hands of her captor rested on her head and began to mark the speed of the fellatio.

As she pleasured him with her mouth, she couldn't help but remember and curse the moment when it all started, regretting having accepted his help.

From the beginning she knew going out in those weather conditions was a mistake, but despite how gray the sky was, it hadn´t started to rain yet and it didn´t look like it was going to do so anytime soon. Even the moment she opened the door of the family home, she knew it was not a good idea, but hers stubbornness was stronger than her reason, so she hurried to write a small note to her family, where she explained she had gone out to buy something she urgently needed and would return as soon as she finished shopping.

Not finding an umbrella was not an impediment to leave, the strong gale that warned her to return to the safety of her father's house did not modify her plans, and much less the violent movement of the trees could persuade her to turn back.

Her father's house was in a secluded part of the city, where there were only a couple of houses and lush forests, so it was safer to access the area in some type of vehicle, but she had lived in that place the most of her life and it wasn´t the first time that she went from there to the city on foot, it was relaxing to go that way.

It hadn't started to rain yet when she finally reached the most populated part of the city, not even before she reached the mall. She did all the purchases needed, which consisted of artifacts for a college project she was due to deliver soon. With money left over, she bought an umbrella that despite not looking very strong, she was sure it could serve her at least to get to her house.

But while returning home the wind was simply too strong for the weak umbrella, so much so that at some point it tried to drag her, helped by the breeze, in the opposite direction from which she was heading. The gusts of wind were so strong that they tore the object from her hands and she did not bother to go for it, since in less than two seconds it was already quite far away and probably ruined.

Hugging herself, she tried to go on her way, but the rain had gotten so bad that she could barely see, and the cold it caused made her realize that going out in simply a salmon pink dress, a white fine wool coat and the sandals that now they were muddy and uncomfortable, had been another of the bad decisions she had made that day.

She kept walking knowing she still had a long way to go before reaching her house. She remembered that she had brought her phone, so she pulled it out: two missed calls were displayed on the screen. She tried to unlock it, but the device was so wet that, no matter how hard she tried, she never could finish completing the pattern, so she gave up and put it back, because trying to dry the screen at that moment was like try to breathe underwater.

She kept trying to walk back until she could make out red and blue lights approaching her direction. She smiled, inwardly grateful and stood still until eventually the police vehicle stopped in front of her and the door was opened from the inside, inviting her to get in, which she gladly accepted.

—Sasuke— she gasped in surprise when she saw her old classmate.

—Hyuga— was what he said to acknowledge her presence —what are you doing outside? It is dangerous to go out in the middle of a storm—

—I ... had to get things ... for college ... — she murmured embarrassed, showing him her purchases as if she was trying to prove it —I was trying to get home.

"If you die, there will be no collage to go to and no house to return to" he reproached her, starting to drive.

—I'm sorry — she apologized and tried to change the subject. —Where´s your partner? —

—At home, just like any sane person— she shrugged before the accusatory reply.

—You're not home either— she said in a very low tone.

—I'm on duty

And it was impossible to argue with that.

—Sorry to wet your seat, I- —

—Don't worry— he cut her off.

After that the trip was calm, silence between them was comfortable until she realized that he was moving away from the direction of where her house was, and even if at some point she thought he would go around to take her, they had already passed any possible path for something like that to happen.

—Sasuke— he murmured so she would understand that he was listening —my house…—

— The roads are blocked— he told her —you'll stay at my house until the storm passes

And she accepted it, although it shocked and annoyed her that he didn't clarify it to her in the first place. A short time later they arrived at Sasuke's house, located at the opposite end of his own.

As far as she knew, the Uchiha started living alone as fast as he graduated from the police academy and like the rest of his family, he was a prodigy whose goal was to be an investigator.

They entered the two-story house through the garage. The first thing she noticed when she got into the house was that Sasuke had a rather minimalist taste: there were quite a few dark colored furniture that went very well with the light walls, black sofas, a television and a small bureau under it. There were no paintings, photos or decorations, only what he could consider essential.

—Hinata— she snapped upon hearing her name being called, and she looked at him, who nodded for her to follow him to the level above, and he did.

They arrived at a door and she began to panic the moment it was opened, showing a room that he entered comfortably while she was only static in the door.

She saw him raise an eyebrow when he turned to see her after looking for something between the drawers, she looked at his hands and in them he had a towel and white shirt next to some boxers, which she assumed were his. He put the clothes on the bed and handed her the towel. She hesitantly entered the room and took it.

—The bathroom is on that door— He nodded at the door to his left, brushing his hands a little before handing her the towel completely —I'll take care of the wet laundry as soon as you're done —she nodded and walked to the bathroom as he walked out of the room.

She went into the bathroom when she saw him leave the room and close the door.

She looked at the bathroom, it was quite luxurious, reminding her a bit of the bathroom in his father's room, with a large tub, a shower and a double black marble sink. She was almost afraid to touch it and break it somehow, so she hurriedly undressed and got into the shower.

She let out a long breath as she felt the hot water slide down her cold skin, happily rinsing and lathering her body. Several minutes later she decided she had enough and proceeded to towel herself off as much as she could before exiting the bathroom.

She made her way to the bed, now feeling the black carpet that covered the floor with her bare feet. The walls were a shade of gray, making the room look sad. There were also simple curtains covering the windows, just as black as the carpet and she concluded that he really liked the darkness that she was sure there would be even in the daytime in that room.

She finished drying her body completely and proceeded to blow-dry her hair, leaving her body completely unprotected from anyone's sight, but she wasn't worried because she was alone. She couldn't help but keep looking at the details of the room as she put on the boxers. Sasuke's room was curious, it was the only room in which she had seen a painting and it was right on the wall in front of the bed. She moved a little closer to appreciate it better; a beautiful woman, Mikoto Uchiha, Sasuke's mother. She vaguely remembered her from school meetings, but she had died a long time ago.

Being fully clothed, she came downstairs with her wet clothes in her hands, but she did not find the Uchiha in her living room.

—Sasuke? —she called, but he didn't answer and she didn't know what to do but stand at the foot of the stairs — Sasuke! —But again, she received no reply.

She sighed and stood in the same place not knowing what else to do but look from one side to the other until she suddenly felt grabbed by the waist and gave a loud cry, quickly turning around and meeting with Sasuke´s black eyes, who was already wearing comfortable clothes and wet hair.

—Easy— was the first thing he said with a mocking smile on his face, taking her clothes from her hands.

She started to gasp trying to say something, but gave up when nothing came out and allowed the Uchiha to lead her to the kitchen, where he proceeded to make tea for both of them, then left her alone while he started washing machine with their clothes in, coming back after almost ten minutes.

—The lines are cut— was what he told her when she asked if she could use his phone, since her cell phone had stopped working, she guessed, from being exposed to so much water.

She could only snort.

They stayed in the living room until midnight, talking and commenting on how terrible the storm sounded outside, until they fell silent and she started to yawn, they both decided it was time for sleep.

— You'll stay in my room — Sasuke told her as he opened the door.

She was alarmed.

—I-I can't take it! — She told him — I-I can sleep on the couch

—There's no need for that —he leaned against the door frame —there are other rooms

—Then why…?

—This room is better set right now— he shrugged —You are my guest

—But... — her voice died when he gave her a stern look, finally making her nod, seeing how a triumphant smile spread across his face as he turned to leave and close the bedroom door.

Slowly she approached the bed, stretching the sheet that covered it and getting under them, face down and with her face full on the pillows and inhaled strongly: it smelled like pine and could not help but wonder foolishly if that aroma was due to the detergent what he use or if it was Sasuke's body smell permeating the bed.

She blushed slightly at this thought: Sasuke's bed… she was lying on his bed. She closed her eyes tightly, repeating over and over again in her mind that she should sleep and surprisingly, at the cost of all odds, she quickly fell asleep.

She moaned in her unconsciousness.

A strange emotion invaded her senses. The sensation of something wet going over her chest, stopping on one of her breasts made her shudder. She began to be disturbing when it began to surround and press insistently on one of her nipples, being followed by a soft breeze and the action was repeated on the other nipple of hers.

She tried to use her hands to push it away, but when she couldn't move them it made her quickly open her eyes looking down to her chest, and what she found really threw her off.

Sasuke's black gaze had met hers over the wrinkled T-shirt that was kept wrapped almost at the level of her collarbone as he placidly suckled her right breast.

—S-Sasuke— she stuttered his name still surprised and that seemed to have encouraged him more.

She tried to move his hands once again, but they were caught by something. She looked up at them, and with horror she found herself handcuffed to the bars of the bed.

Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly as she began to hyperventilate, she looked back at Sasuke, who was now on his chin set in between her breasts and gave her a strange smile.

—Hinata— he called her in a whisper —Calm down

—L-let go of me— she said—Let me go!

—Hinata— he whispered, slowly rising until their faces were in front of each other. —Have you waited for me? — He asked her meekly, rubbing their intimacies, making Hinata notice with horror that only a simple layer of cloth separated them: the one that covered him.

She began to move desperately trying to close her legs, but it was impossible with the closeness between them. Tears began to flow from her eyes.

—Help! —She started to scream — Please help me!

—No one is going to listen to you— he murmured as he lowered himself to her neck and began to kiss and suck it, making sure to leave marks on it —even if it didn't rain so hard ... no one would come here— and she felt him smile against his collarbone.

— L-let me go, please! —She kept screaming and the tears were coming out — I-I-I won't tell anyone, but please...

—You don't understand— She looked at him without understand, but she didn't stop fighting —You don't know how long I've waited for this ... to have you

He started to kiss her and pretended to deepen the kiss, but he groaned when she bit his lower lip hard.

He lowered one of his hands to her crotch and carelessly inserted two fingers into her vagina, making her gasp and release his lip. He removed his fingers from her inside and rose, kneeling on the bed still between her legs. With the same two fingers that were previously inside her he caressed his bleeding lip checking, looking at her with a smile while he licked his wound and then introduced both fingers into his mouth.

—You like to play rough, huh? — He laughed —But ... I can't be hard on you our first time

—I don't want to —she cried

—You'll want it— he said, still smiling as his fingers slipped through the elastic of his boxer —You will ask me — He began to lower the garment —You will cry when I deny it to you— slowly the member began to be visible —although… I never will —and the member finally finished coming out by itself, powerfully erect.

—Don't do it —she begged for the last time as he took her knees and brought them to the sides of her body, holding her wide open for him, aligning his glans to her vagina and lightly rubbing the head of his cock with her intimacy and wetting it with her fluids —S-Sasuke, n-… aah!

She moaned as he began to enter her slowly and he let out a heavy growl as he went deeper. She bit her tongue, trying not to make any noise. He released her legs and placed both hands on the mattress at the sides of Hinata's shoulders, staring at her face, beginning a slow sway.

She tried to look at anything but his face, she looked around the room over and over again and the tears kept coming out along with a few sighs and moans that escaped her every time the intensity of his dressing increased. She then noticed that the painting she saw at the beginning of the night was off the hook and turned towards the direction in which she was looking, leaving only the back of the paint visible.

—A-a-are you worried? —she asked, already looking at him and he had confusion painted all over her face as she slowed down — do you care what y-y-your mommy thinks of you? Of w-what you´re doing? — She challenged him, looking into his eyes with determination — such a mommy's boy.

His brow furrowed and a strange smile appeared on his face.

She really hadn't thought before speaking.

Taking first one and then the other leg of hers, he forced her to wrap them around his waist and leaned forward a little, causing Hinata's lower back to be slightly raised.

And without saying a word he began to thrust into her hard, reaching even deeper than before.

—Ahh! —she moaned —Ahh! Ahh! Umm! —The embarrassing sounds wouldn't stop coming out of her mouth, even if she didn't want to, they wouldn't stop.

—You are finally mine— he growled —all mine— he repeated, increasing his thrusts more and more.

His mouth covered once again her right nipple while the other continued to bounce free, and by that moment she could no longer control her moans, which mingled with his loud yaws.

She could feel his hot semen inside her as he collapsed onto her and she slowly released his hips.

He shed one last tear.

That had only been the beginning.

She moaned as she found herself low to him, who thrust into her from behind.

That had been the first time he had abused her. After that night he had prevented her from leaving, he kidnapped her, he had tied her to the bed he placed for her two days later in his basement, touching every night each end of her skin with his hands, with his lips.

He made her his submissive, he had made her do things to get food and water, to the point he no longer even had to tell her what to do, she already knew.

She didn't know how long it had been. Two, three weeks? A month? She only knew that less than a week later she had been officially declared missing and that he, who was in training for him to come an official detective, was in charge of the search for her.

How ironic.

He took her every day and every night, whispering beautiful words in her ear, giving her compliments that she had learned to accept, because he said them so much that they could no longer be more than true, just as he was doing in those moments.

—You're so beautiful, so tight— he whispered in her ear —I can't live without you— He kissed her neck —You're perfect

Between moans she turned her face towards him and her lips met his, his thrusts were short but strong and brought her to ecstasy.

—Nobody makes you feel like this— he said.

She moaned.

—M-more— she asked him.

And he fulfilled it, penetrating her faster, stronger.

He would take his cock out of her and into it again rudely, and how she loved him to do that.

— Sasuke! —she screamed when she climaxed.

But he wasn't finished yet and was pounding the sensitive insides of her furiously. Her moans turned into screams until she reached another orgasm in which she, this time, she was accompanied by him.

He slowly got out of her and she sat up when he was fully lying on the bed, taking the condom that had been placed and that was full of sperm, taking it off as she had done since he had started using them.

She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat, and he held her, kissing her head.

—I love you— he whispered through her hair.

—I love you— she returned.

—I love you — he said again —I love you— she got up slightly and looked at his face, a little worried, he never repeated it so much.

He pushed her away and sat on the edge of the bed.

She was alarmed.

—I love you — he kept repeating and she only managed to approach his back, placing her hands on his shoulders and laying her head on his upper back, pressing her chest to him.

—I love you— he kept repeating, and so he continued all night.

So, I decide to translate this story, which is already finished in Spanish.

Something special about this one is that it have 3 ends, one in fanfiction, one in watpadd and the last one in AO3, but with this translation I would all of them here and in AO3.

Wish you like it!