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Chapter 2
Struggle consumed her as she tried to release her eyelids to have a better look at her surroundings. It was a miserable task that she felt too tired to do so. Soon her senses became alive. She was on something cold, like concrete and something was attached to her mouth. In her hypothesis, it was probably duct tape. In fear she wriggled her eyes open only to be met by, bitter, shivering darkness. The only source giving light was a tiny window at the top. From the looks of it, it was still pretty dark outside.
So she was asleep on the concrete floor. She tried to lift her hand up to her mouth but it, itself was fastened with her other hand, behind her back. She looked down at her feet with a fight. They were also secured with rope. With some energy left in her, she swiftly sat up, her back against what she hoped to be a wall.
She tried to recall what happened to her, but only got a throbbing, headache in return. She cried out in pain, but the tape around her mouth muffled them all. This was all too daunting for her. A few tears trickled down her face as she tried to be calm.
This could be just a dream or rather a nightmare. She tried to think positive. Of the entire nightmares she had, it had to be this one that she had to be stuck in, and in her pajamas too.
She lifted her head up against the wall so she can have a better look at the window up above. It was pretty dim outside, but the sun was soon going to come out any time. If she was lucky she might wake up soon. Until then she might as well get some rest. Even in her nightmare she felt drained.
Without another second thought, her eyes were shut tight and she was out.
A crackle and a thud woke her up. She was startled. Her gaze was hazy, but she felt that she woke up from her nightmare, but when all seemed right she realized that this was not a mere nightmare.
A dark figure slowly approached her with something in hand. Her heart raced at an extremely high speed.
"Here," it spoke up when it came to view from the sunlight. He was quite cold looking.
He placed the tray in front of her. His slightly silky, dark locks covered his face as he bent down. She watched him as he came and spun her so he can untie her hands. Putting her back to her original state he roughly took of the tape from her mouth, gaining a scream from her.
With that he left her there and sat across her, instead of leaving. She looked at him for a moment, but he had shut his eyes and crossed his arms. It sort of relived her that someone was here, but it was just as frightening. She couldn't speak.
Tearing her gaze away she looked at the food offered. It was nothing special. A piece of toast, a half glass full of orange juice and two slices of an apple. Though the apple looked dried out and brown. The toast was kind of hard and the juice didn't have any viscosity at all.
She pushed the tray away, making a slight scratching sound. There was no way she was going to eat. She had no appetite left.
This caught his attention and he looked up at her scared face. With a silent sigh, he got up and approached her. He took the ropes and began to tie her hands again behind her back. She struggled, "if you struggle, you'll get hurt," he said stopping for her to relax.
She calmed down waited for him to finish, "What am I doing here?" she asked in a silent voice, just above a whisper. Tears began slip from her eyes. When he turned her back, he was facing her.
"Don't ask me," he replied as he started to pull out the tape from the roll.
"Wait, you don't have to put that on my mouth. Please, I promise I won't scream," she pleaded.
He stopped taking out anymore tape. She could see his emotionless dark eyes piercing through her, "I can't do that," he said as he began to tape her mouth.
"Please," she begged, more tears came down. He shook his head slightly and then left her there alone.
This was not good. She sobbed her heart out. Why was this happening to her?
With the events that just happened, she realized that she was… kidnapped. (A/N: ok so she's turning eighteen so I guess she's still a child or a kid)
The entire afternoon was the same. Twisting and turning in the same spot. She felt so restless. With no tears to give, she was left with wary eyes and messy hair. Her pink locks were covering her face.
She needed to find a way out of here and soon. With just about an hour left until its dusk, she needed to think. A few more minutes passed but still no luck.
When she heard something tickle her feet, she started to laugh. It was hard to see what it was. She looked down to her feet with difficulty. She saw what looked like white fur and a pink string like tail. Oh my gosh, IT'S A FREAKIN' RAT! She jumped to her feet with difficulty.
She began hopping and her dried face once again turned damp. She was screaming, but the tape again muffled it out. She was sick and tired of this.
She made her way to the door, where that guy had just come. With her wrists tied, she couldn't do anything, but her fingers were tracing along the wall for something sharp, like a hammered nail gone wrong, or a hook or anything. There was nothing there. All she found were bolts. There was nothing sharp found.
She moved further away from the door, still tracing with her fingers and hopping. She took a break every few feet. Just as she was about to move one more foot, something got caught between her toes and she fell, face down with a thud.
With silent sobs, she stayed like that. She didn't want to do this. She can't. She didn't care how the floor smelled, or how there were rats roaming about, she wanted to leave, anywhere but here.
Just when she was about to fall a sleep, someone interrupted her. She looked up at the person who woke her up. It was he again. Her gaze turned into a glare. She wanted to skin him alive right now, tears still falling madly.
He crouched down near her and ripped the tape off of her mouth. She gave a yelp at the pain. As he began untying her hands, "if you're… here to offer… me food… I don't want it," she said between sobs.
"Relax. You're being moved. I'm just here to take you to see our leader," he explained to her. She dried her tears with the free hands.
"Hn, I hope it's better then this trash of a room," she said as he undid her legs. Breathing a sigh from the freedom, she got up, "what's your name anyway?" she asked him as he followed.
"None of your concern," he said and motioned her to follow him.
"Well, I was just wondering. Since you're going to be 'serving' me, I might as well know your name," she said as he led her outside. She looked around and saw that he was heading up the long staircase.
"I'm not serving you. I'm following orders," he replied in a cold, wary tone.
"You're right and I'll probably be killed here anyhow, so might as well enjoy these last few days," she said in a low tone. She probably will. With the looks of things, this isn't some ordinary gang of people who has taken her, "Anyway, I'm Sakura."
"I'm aware," he said. He wondered why she was being so laid back and… friendly? Just a few minutes ago she looked like she was ready to chop his head off.
"Good," she replied and continued following him.
The staircase led them straight outside. She looked at the surroundings. It was like a jungle. It was pretty creepy. She could here screams in the distance, but she realized that those were just birds.
She turned her attention back to him. Then she comprehended that she was free. She could run away. She wasn't tied or anything. This was too easy. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize his gaze on her.
"Don't think that 'cause you're not secured to anything that you're free," he said and walked along once more.
"Why?" she questioned while hurriedly running beside him. It was better then watching hid back in silence. The path was very skinny and she felt uncomfortable with the dense woods around her.
"This is a private island, in the southeast of the Pacific Ocean. There's no way you can escape," he explained.
"But there's always the possibility that no one can find me and I can live on my own," she argued.
"No chance. We have tighter security then Area 51," he said. She sighed at his response. If what he said was true then there was no way she's going to escape.
After a few more minutes of walking, they arrived at a big luxurious mansion. When they got to the front gate, he whispered something to the guards. They nodded and opened the door. He turned towards her and motioned her to follow him.
Suddenly she became frightened. What if she was going to be executed here? What if these were her last few minutes? The thoughts scared her immensely.
They made their way into the main hall. It was beautifully decorated. The floor was marble and the windows were decorated with dark velvet. There were statues everywhere. The furniture looked divine and the crystal chandeliers were hung on the ceiling.
"We're here," he said as we entered a private office. The man on the chaired turned to face the two, while smoking a pipe.
When Sakura saw him, her jaw dropped to the floor. She pointed at him accusingly and said, "…you."
TBC.
A/N: So how was it? I know that was a cliffy and I never gave Sasuke's name away. I know I've made Sasuke talk too much. Well it's all part of the plot. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter. Please forgive me of any spelling/grammar mistakes. Please review!
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