This contains heavy non-con and underage sexual relationships.
I know, I know… I should be updating my other stories, ugh, don't bug me. This is my new work, hope you like it!
Be aware: this story is very, very, veeeery dirty, and dark and wicked, but not romantic!
Chapter I – Purgatory
Tears streamed down furiously over Sakura's impeccable face, staining her skin with despair. The hoarse screams, sobbing and cries for help were muffled by the thick cloth trapped between her teeth and mouth. She had her hands and legs tied by a scratchy rope, and as much as she struggled fiercely – using the last remains of energy she had left –, she's still couldn't get rid of her restrain, nor get up.
Sakura looked around desperately, trying her best to make her eyes identify any sort of form despite her surrounding being completely immersed in dark. She was unable to understand what was happening to her, and her body shook in utter fear over her current situation. The sensations of numbness rushing over her again – result of the drug her attacker had slipped her.
She was completely clueless about what was happening. She tried but couldn't remember a single thing about what happened before she woke up. Her mind was kept busy creating terrifying hypotheses about the situation she was in and Sakura could do nothing but suffer in fear and anxiety.
As she struggled to put aside the disturbing thoughts – despite the stinging pain hammering deeply against her brain –, some blurred images and broken memories of her friends smiling warmly at her emerged in her memory, and she tried desperately to remember where she was, forcing her brain to the limit, demanding answers she wasn't even sure she knew. That's when, in a flash of light, everything came to her – so clear, so sharp.
She was in a party with her friends at the Sabakus' manor. She shouldn't even be there, to begin with. When he invited them, Gaara had warned that it was his older sister's party and that her friends would be there. Both she and any colleague of her didn't think it would be a problem until they arrived at his house and came across older, depraved students – doing drugs and abusing alcohol.
Not that she cared about it in such a delicate moment. These were college students. College students gave the best parties, she'd heard from her best friend, Ino. She was surrounded by people labeled "relevant" – by colleagues and pretty much any high-schooler –, and she did not want to be classed as 'Ms. Goody Two-Shoes' – as she was frequently called by her friends.
So, Sakura did her worst and plunged into the drink that were frequently offered to her, some by older guys and other by her own friends. She was most definitely a two-pot screamer, and rapidly she could feel the effects of intoxication. Her retracted, shy, and calm personality seemed to never even exist now that she showed a cheerful, euphoric, and confident side of her.
She wasn't even conscious about what she was doing anymore. She accepted anything – food and drinks – anyone offered her, she danced shamelessly with her friends, climbed onto counters to perform, danced, screamed, and laughed at anything without really understanding anything that happened around her.
Soon after, she started to feel like everything was happening in slow-motion. Her head begun to spin, making her dizzy. The unpleasant feeling of nausea started to make itself present, and although the house was more than enough to support the number of youngsters clustered inside, Sakura begun to feel suffocated – her breathing too heavy and too slow. She thought she'd faint, and she panicked at the thought of the humiliation in front of the very people she was trying so hard to impress.
Sakura staggered up the stair and walked lopsided through the huge corridor, trying futilely to find support on the walls as her small hands glided smoothly over the plain surface. She stumbled in front of a door, trying unsuccessfully to open them – she figured there were some couples in the locked up rooms, but it didn't stop her from searching for a place where she could rest a little – desperate to find some peace.
As she wandered around, she stopped abruptly at the sound of laughs. She had been in Gaara's house once, and she knew exactly whose room it belonged to. Eagerly, she pressed her ear softly against the door, trying to overhear what the voices talked about despite the loud music banging in her ears. Breathing in deeply, she plucked up courage and, without thinking, took her hands to the doorknob, turning and then pushing the door open.
Sakura looked statically inside the room, being welcomed by a set of heads turning towards her in curiosity. There she was, Gaara's sister. She recognized her from other encounters – even if the blonde herself didn't in return.
"Fuck," one of the guys sitting near the blonde girl said as he tried to pick up the contents from the coffee table. "Nosy brat."
"Leave it, Hidan," Temari ordered, and the man beside her quickly let go of the drugs he was frantically trying to hide. "She's not gonna say anything, right?" She motioned with her hand for the pink-haired to come in. "Lock the door, will ya?" Sakura complied after a brief pause, her brain trying to work out what the older girl had told her.
"Wanna join us?" asked another guy. He had a long dirty blond hair and a lengthy bang that covered his right blue eye.
Upon noticing Sakura's lack of reaction, Temari spoke again, "Come on, sit down." She gave her a warm smile as she watched the girl stumble her way to the coffee table, taking a sit on the floor instead of the small sofa the three of them were sitting on. "You've been drinkin', eh?"
"Jus' a little." Sakura gestured with her fingers, trying to sound sober.
"Yeah, I can see that." Temari teased as she bent over the glass table. She had in her hands something that, to Sakura, resembled a small straw, and she placed it on the powder line and aligned it to her nostril, inhaling with want.
Sakura felt her body shudder only from watching the scene. She felt so out of place, but she wanted to belong so badly. She watched the content on the surface with growing interest and curiosity. There were pills, small packages of cocaine, and drinks. She was completely and utterly marveled by what she saw – even if she had no real reason to be, after all, those were drugs.
Temari looked at her with damp eyes, easily catching on the girl's obvious fascination. "Wanna take a hit?"
"Really?" Sakura looked up to her with glimmering eyes. She felt more than tempted – despite her concern –, but she didn't want to appear desperate. "But wha—what's that?"
"Well, of course, it's nose candy." The blond guy parted some of his supply with a card and pushed towards her. "Go on, pinkette. You're not gonna bail on us, are you?" He pressured as he handed her one of the small straws. As she took it in her hand, she realized it wasn't a straw at all. It was more of a tube. It was obviously made from metal, not plastic, and it had a golden coloration – she guessed it was a personalized snorting tube. She'd seen it a few times in movies, but she didn't think people really used it – actually, she never even though about snorting drugs at all.
Sakura didn't have a poor judgment, but the all the drinks she had taken were obviously not of help at this moment. She wasn't going to lie, she had most definitely liked the nickname the blond had given her, and it had, indeed, made wonders on behalf of the guy's manipulative intent. She felt special. She wanted to impress, not disappoint, nor offend them. So, despite the small part of her consciousness screaming at her to not do it, she slowly bent over the table and followed the same movements she had seen Temari make before.
The three of them laughed as soon as the substance was inhaled by Sakura – who got up in a jump. Her eyes watered furiously, and she felt herself froze as her nostrils seemed to be sprawled by fire. The somewhat sweet floral, chemical mixed scent felt good, but it burned so much that she couldn't really disguise her reaction or try to appear in control.
Almost immediately, the burning was replaced by a numbness in her throat, slowly spreading to her tongue and mouth. She felt her heart pound against her chest and her muscles tense, despite the pleasurable sensation she felt. She took her hand to her eyes, her dilated pupils reacting badly to the room's lighting. "It burns… my eyes hurt," she said.
Temari got up and walked to the room's dimmer switch, rolling it softly until the lights were almost off and the dimness in the room created a comfortable environment for them – especially in their situation. The blonde girl made her way to her S-K-S bed and jumped onto it, tapping her hand slightly against the mattress as she stared at Hidan, who, with a smirk to his face, joined her immediately.
"It's… I feel… There is something," Sakura said as she struggled to take her jacket off, "wrong with me…" She looked inquisitively at the blond, and it was enough for him to understand that she wanted his name.
"It's Deidara." He helped her with her jacket, throwing it on the sofa. "Relax a little, pinkette. Enjoy the thrill," he said, pulling her towards the end of the bed, where they wouldn't bother the other couple.
If Hidan was getting busy with Temari, he might as well do the very same with the pink-haired girl. The three of them could always have fun together any other time. Now, it seemed much more appropriate to give it a try and taste the fresh-meat – particularly when it looked so young and innocent. The idea was very enticing, and Deidara wasted no time as he pushed her down until she was lying and covered her body with his.
Deidara was quick to place hungry kisses on her neck and run his greedy hands over her barely covered body. "You're so hot," he spoke softly as he explored her body.
"Tha—Thanks," Sakura answered somewhat uncomfortable.
He laughed at her. "I was talking about your temperature. You feel too warm."
"Sorry," she mumbled weakly.
She was adorable, really. She was too soft, too sweet. He couldn't wait to tear all that up. He was dying to have a taste, but he knew that a girl like her would need something a little extra to really ease up around him. Her body was stiff, and she seemed more scared than eager, so, in order to calm her, he took his hand to his pocket, grabbing a white pill that he quickly took in his mouth and proceeded to give his attention back at her.
Sakura was completely caught off guard when she felt him kiss her, and she almost wanted to turn her face, get up and run. Almost. She had never even kissed before, and it felt like the most incredible thing in the world to her – mainly from being under the effect of drugs, but also from the excitement of it being her first experience, and who it was with. He wasn't the one she really wanted to kiss, but he was just as handsome, if not more, and it positively added up to the kiss.
She tried to not panic and despite being absolutely sure she was a failure at kissing, she still reciprocated, opening her mouth slightly when she felt his tongue brushing keenly against her swollen lips.
Before she could react – and even if she had the time, she doubted she would have been able to –, he pushed the pill from his mouth into hers. The taste was bitter, and rather salty, it promptly killed the mood for Sakura as the pill rubbed against her taste buds and mingled with her saliva. She pushed Deidara away slightly before speaking, "Tastes awful." Probing herself up on her elbows, she stared at him with displeasure on her face.
"Alright, hold on," he told her as he stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from Temari's minibar. For himself, he fixed a glass of whiskey instead. He knew the risks of mixing drugs and alcohol, but he was well used to it already, and he also didn't care much about it. "Drink it." He handed her the water bottle, and she drank desperately as she tried to wash the bitter taste from her mouth. He followed her and downed the glass of whiskey in one.
Unlike cocaine, the pill didn't make her feel any immediate effect, and it made Sakura wonder what that even was, despite sickening. "What was that? I don't feel any different." She heard Temari and Hidan laugh from where they were humping on each other and she looked towards them – she had almost forgotten about them, even though they weren't exactly quiet all the while.
"Give it a few minutes, then it will kick in." Sakura heard Temari say.
In seconds Deidara was over her again, and she felt torn between not wanting him and desiring him. It all felt too intimate and she wasn't sure if now was the right moment, or place, for this, besides the other implications that getting on a bed with a boy meant. Regardless, the blond resumed to kiss her again, and to her surprise she didn't fight him. On the contrary, she welcomed his advance very eagerly, her body suddenly burning in need, craving his hands.
Her skin crawled when she felt his hand snake inside her skirt, and she took her own hand to his in an effort to hold it still as he continued to ravish her mouth. He was rough and it scared and excited her. She didn't want to commit, but she didn't do much to protest as he pulled down her tube top, biting the skin of her chest, and she felt her core lit up in both shame and lust.
"Not that," she whispered, weakened by the alcohol, drugs, and his caresses. "S—Stop."
Temari chuckled. "Easy, Deidara."
"Come on, are you—"
"I said, easy," Temari spoke directly. "She is in the same grade as Gaara. Do the math."
"What?" Deidara looked at Sakura questionably. "How old are you, exactly?"
Sakura shrugged. She wasn't comfortable sharing that information for many reasons. They didn't even bother asking her name, why should her age matter? Besides, she wasn't going to lie, she liked the attention she was receiving, and she wanted to have fun with Deidara a little longer – not all the way, just superficially, so she would have nothing to regret later. If her age might have been something that would get in their way, she'd just rather he didn't know it.
"Seriously, does she fuckin' look like anything other than a kid?" Hidan snapped. He was getting impatient and, now, they were definitely disturbing his moment with Temari. "Just look at her damn baby face. Either get it on with or fuck-off."
"Easy you too," Temari told Hidan, then looked back at her blond friend. "All I'm saying is, you don't want more trouble than you're already in for just doin' that. That's jailbait." She laughed.
Sakura was quiet as Deidara thoroughly analyzed her face. "Ain't like I care," he said. And he didn't, really. Her age was irrelevant to him – even if it was straight up illegal. He'd still give her a nice time and something to remember.
"It's your funeral," Temari replied, directing her attention back to Hidan who seemed more riled up than before.
Hidan wasn't the only one, though. Sakura felt her body burn in sweet want. The blond's hands felt like paradise as they glided all over her small frame, her sensitive body shaking at his touch. She didn't want him to stop anymore, and the euphoria and excitement within her only grew more and more as Deidara focused on his caresses.
He kissed gently around her breast, but never once licked or took it in his mouth. He continued, drawing a wet kiss path on the uncovered part of her stomach until he reached the top of her skirt. He took his hands to the exterior side of her thighs and brushed his fingers in tickles as he slowly slid them up inside, until he finally pushed up all the fabric that covered her underwear, pulling the small piece down without hesitating and throwing it over his back.
"Wait—"
"Look, I'm not here to play kissy-kissy. If that's what you want, then maybe you should seek some of your bratty friends to keep you company." He earned a couple of laughs from the other couple in the bed.
"Don't be a pig," Temari said as she straightened up on Hidan's lap. "She's obviously scared."
"It's just that… I… don't wanna do anything," Sakura spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.
"You don't have to do anything," he answered as he pulled her closer by the hips. "Just shut up and enjoy." He lowered himself between her legs and she felt mortified for being looked down there so closely by someone else. "It's okay, see? Won't do any damage, pinkette."
Deidara lay down on his stomach, both hands sliding through Sakura's thighs to the back of her knees, where he pushed her legs up until they were flexed, supported by her own feet, and open wide, revealing the small mound between her thighs. Unlike anything she'd read on stories and such, he didn't stall, there was no thigh kissing and skin caress, he was just quick to close his mouth around her vulva.
Sakura gasped loudly when she felt it, fighting the urge to shove him away despite being too startled from his sudden movement. She balled her fists, unable to help the moan that came as Deidara lays his tongue flat at her entrance, licking his way up to the fleshy mound above her clit, and repeating. He nibbled gently over the clitoral hood, using the tip of his tongue to circle around it after. Deidara heated her up too quickly, much to his surprise, and it didn't take long for the stimulation to become overwhelming to her.
In her state of frenzy, Sakura wasn't shy at all about voicing loudly her satisfaction, and Deidara smirked against her skin as he worked skillfully on it – her visible pleasure being a boost to his giant ego even more so as she rolled her hips against his face, desperate for his meticulous care.
He closed his mouth around her, giving small suctions, and she grasped at his long hair, pulling his face against her eagerly as her other hand skimmed through the fabric of the sheets for something else to hold onto, aside from his hair.
She didn't know much about it – if she knew anything at all –, but she could feel something was happening to her, and she could imagine what it was as felt a weird sensation in her belly, almost the same thing one feels when they are to jump from a great height. "More," she demanded boldly, and Deidara complied, applying more pressure, and sucking with more intensity, feeling her skin pulse against his lips.
Her previous vocal confession of gratification was eventually replaced by heavy breathing, and it was an obvious indicate that Sakura was over the edge, ready to reach her climax. Presumptuous and smugly, the blond smirked again as he pulled away from her to look at her reddish lips, puffy and wet from his caresses.
She lifted her head slightly to look at the blond between her legs. She frowned, confused, and he stared back, quirking an eyebrow inquisitively. "Wanna cum?" he asked, shamelessly.
Sakura swallowed hard, seemingly caught off guard by his question. "Um… yes." She lowered her head, not expecting an answer, she was way too gone to feel ashamed by her declaration.
Deidara resumed his ministrations, taking her nether lips in his mouth again, and once more, it all felt like unexplored paradise for Sakura. Her body burned in anticipation, and she could only rub herself fervently against his tongue and mouth as she felt her orgasm build up quickly inside. She tried to tune out the other couple moans, but it worked even better as a drive for her – as much as she hated to admit it.
The girl was more silent, grunting and breathing heavily while the loudmouth boy was more vocal, giving wicked remarks from time to time as he pushed against the blonde. Secretly, the nastiness of Hidan's words made Sakura's insides boil in excitement – even if the words weren't meant for her. In any other day or situation, she'd have called it despicable and vile, while explaining how demeaning it meant for women to be treated like that.
Right now, though, she could only moan as she took her time, enjoying Deidara's mouth-service, turning her head to the side and taking in the sight of the other two fucking just a couple of meters away from her. She couldn't see where they connected, but she could watch their motion even through her blurred vision – how Hidan thrusted harshly against the girl and how she closed her legs around him, locking him tight against her, pushing herself in combination with his thrust.
The thought, alongside the alcohol and drugs, did wonders to her. Aside from being embarrassed for thinking about it this way, it aroused her greatly, specially when she was being taken care of so nicely by the blond between her legs. She almost wanted Deidara to take her the same way the other guy was taking Temari, and she fantasized about everything they could do if only she was ready to commit.
It really didn't take much. She was too sensitive and too willing to feel all these new sensations. Before Sakura could collect any more thoughts, she groaned, a loud but still contained sound, pressing her lips hard against each other, trying not to draw attention from the other apparent oblivious couple – not that she really cared about it at the moment, nor that they would pay much attention to her anyway.
She held both her hands in fists, pressing herself hard against the blond. Her muscles contracted as her very first orgasm washed though her, and she closed her eyes, immersed in her wave of pleasure. She could swear she felt it through her whole body and the feeling was just too intense.
Deidara coated his tongue with the juices from her vulva's entrance, sliding gently over the opening, almost teasingly. He finally got up, looking at Sakura as if she were a point he had just proven – and she might even be, now that he was done with her, and she was trembling in bliss. He was delighting in her evident exhaustion, watching her close her eyes tiredly as she felt her strength drain from her.
"Done already, pinkette?" Deidara asked humorously. "That was… fast."
"Virgins… can't even hold a fuckin' orgasm." The grey-haired man mocked from the other side of the bed, making both blondes laugh.
Despite loathing their distinct disdain, Sakura felt oddly sleepy, too out of herself to bother answering to either of them. She felt slightly offended, that's true, but she guessed that wasn't their real intent. They were idiotic, of course, but they probably acted like that with everyone else.
Distracted by her thoughts, she was suddenly startled by Deidara when she felt him close his lips over hers and slip his tongue inside. Frowning in displeasure, she shoved him off her, getting up quickly to spit at her side, and brush her forearm against her mouth as if to cleanse it.
The blond openly laughed at her face. "What? Don't like you flavor?" He shrugged. "Personally, I love it."
"Tha—That's disgusting," Sakura replied lowly – voice still too soft and quiet from the pills –, earning a laugh from the other three in the room. Still, she stood by her words, she though the taste was unpleasant, and she honestly didn't understand how one could like such thing.
"Seriously?" Deidara got up, unbuckling his belt. "You're way too prude, Pinkette. We can work on that if you want." He winked at her playfully, leaving his suggestive invitation out in the air.
"I'm not—"
Sakura was left speechless as Deidara lowered his pants, followed by his underwear. She took a quick glimpse and immediately turned her head away, blushing furiously at his audacity.
"What? Can't even look at it?" He provoked. "It's just a dick, girlie."
"I know what it is!" She almost yelled this time, and forced herself to look back at him, more specifically at his groin. She did it more out of curiosity than being pressured by him or fear of being called at again for being a puritan. She almost mouth gaped, but she was stealth enough to not show any signs of shock – or so she thought, because in contrast to her "stealth" Deidara had another stupid smirk on his face.
"Wanna touch it?" He offered, walking closer to her. "We can do whatever you want, and we can stop whenever you say."
Sakura almost choked, and this time her eyes widened. She was confused, and at her current level of intoxication, one couldn't expect anything other than that from her. She really did want to touch it, but she was also terrified, and she could almost feel her insides whirling in fear and expectation.
Now, Deidara was right in front of her, in all his glory, dick up and hard, and she slowly reached her trembling hands towards him, swallowing the big lump in her throat. He liked the reaction he had gotten out of her. She seemed fascinated – and she was. Being this close to him, she could take a much better look at him. She bit her lip in an attempt to lessen her nerves, looking up at him, eyes on eyes as she kept taking her hands closer to him.
She wasn't sure what it felt like because the moment the tip of her middle finger touched him she leaped out of bed, pulling her tube top up over her breast and awkwardly trying fixing her skirt, she made her way to the door. "Um… my friends are waiting… they are… calling for me."
"Really? You can hear them from here with all that noise?"
"Uh, yeah," she answered, and the three of them laughed. She was a coward, and they probably thought that too about her. It was just an excuse – a pathetic one, she might add –, and they knew it was an excuse. Hell, they probably even knew that she knew that they knew. She couldn't think straight, she felt suffocated and she was positive the room was spinning, she needed to go out.
"Take you time, babe." Deidara shrugged, winking at her again as he made his way his friends.
She unlocked the door and with shaking legs, she left the room, walking groggily through the hallway. A little disoriented, she tripped on her way to the stairs, bumping hard against tall, pale guy.
"Sasuke!" She shimmered with relief for a brief moment, until she realized it was not her colleague. "Oh, I'm… I'm sorry, I thought you were… Sasuke," Sakura mumbled a choked apology, nodding her head to shyly greet him.
She couldn't see very clearly, but she managed enough to realize it wasn't Sasuke. The guy really reminded her briefly of her friend, though, which only led her to suppose, not entirely sure, that this was his older brother.
He didn't answer to her apology, nor even greeted her back. He only moved past her as if she weren't even there, as if they never bumped into each other. She narrowed her eyes, watching him for a couple of seconds as kept walking – studying the best she could about him in this short amount of time.
Rude and impolite, she thought to herself, scoffing at his attitude.
He was definitely nothing like Sasuke, she had decided. Well, physically, they looked a lot like each other, aside from the older brother being much taller and seemingly stronger than his younger brother. They just weren't compatible. From what she knew of Sasuke and the little she'd seen from his brother; she knew they were absolute opposites.
Sasuke was always groomed. His silky and shiny hair was always spiky, he was well-dressed with expensive brand clothes, always smiling smugly, surrounded by his friends, and he had the most beautiful, unique features – the very same ones that had made her fall deeply in love with him since she was a child.
Overall, Sasuke seemed healthy, which was nothing like what his brother looked like.
On the other hand, the older brother had a more relaxed style, wearing only simple black clothes. His long, black hair was tied in a lose and messy ponytail. He had small signs near his nose and eyes, that were marked by strong, dark circles. He had slightly chapped lips and an extremely pale skin.
If anything, he just looked sick, to her. And yet, she strangely found him so very attractive. His looks were obviously not 'it' for her, but she could see a special charm there. His pale skin contrasted beautifully with his black hair and eyes, and even his dark circles.
She didn't know him personally, of course, but she'd heard about him whenever Sasuke talked to Gaara about their older siblings. So, basically, she knew just enough – they were all bad lots. She'd seen with her own eyes and confirmed how low Gaara's sister stood. As to Itachi, she'd heard he was extremely volatile. Too quiet, too introverted, then suddenly, too violent. He did have friends, but like the other three she had met in Temari's room, his friends – and him – were all junkies. Always almost too stoned to function when they were not busy causing trouble and picking up fights – even going as far as committing minor offenses.
To summarize, they were the type of people Sakura deeply despised, and yet, she tried so hard to impress them and get them to like her.
Her thoughts wandered aimlessly, and she unconsciously followed the guy down the stairs. She wasn't really thinking anything through, but she nearly jumped when he looked at her over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. Did he think she was following him? Because she was – not on purpose, obviously, but she was, nonetheless.
She breathed out heavily, looking away from him, a bit unnerved, trying to find any friendly face as she looked around in a pathetic attempt to disguise the fact that she was staring at and following him. When she dared look back, he wasn't there anymore, and she was thankful for that.
Her growling stomach brought her attention back to herself and away from the boy. Whatever had happened, he was gone, she didn't care, and he probably didn't either. She needed food. She had a practically empty stomach, filled with nothing but alcohol.
She walked lazily to the kitchen, ignoring the drunken people all around as she fetched herself a small paper plate and went to the counter, filling her plate with some appetizers – nibbling some during the process.
She absently watched a boy stumble across some people and fall on the floor as she threw a savory in her mouth, sloppily chewing it with her mouth open.
"Want something to drink with that?" Came a deep hoarse voice behind her, and Sakura choked on the snack the moment she turned, coughing desperately as the man took a hand to tap her back. "Easy."
"Sorry, ugh, you startled me." She tried not to sound accusing, taking the glass he was offering her without hesitation. She was caught by surprise when she chugged and realized it was actually soda and not alcohol. "Thanks." She smiled timidly.
Again, he said nothing in return, but his inexpressive eyes, now, seemed somewhat more welcoming than before. He stared at her with intensity, and she fidgeted uncomfortably under his piercing gaze, feeling the heat crawl its way to her cheeks and the rest of her body as the Uchiha focused all his attention on her.
She wanted to say something to break the ice, instead, she just lowered her head to avoid him, unable to bear his eyes any longer. Then, she heard a scraping sound, and after a few seconds she gathered the courage to look back at him, only to have him blow smoke directly at her face.
"What the—" Sakura coughed, waving quickly with her hand to dissipate the smoke. "What was that for?" She frowned. He might have been intimidating, but she wouldn't let that slide because of his daunting attitude. He could find someone else to torment if that's what he was looking for with her.
"Want a hit?" he asked, offering his spliff to her.
"What's that?"
"What it looks like," he answered vaguely. He kept nailing his eyes deeply on hers, and she felt herself shake as she rose her hand to accept his offer – even if she didn't want it.
His unmoving look alone was enough to set her off balance, and he didn't have to use any words to push her into taking whatever he handed to her.
Sakura coughed again, this time suffocating on the smoke that filled her airway the moment she took a drag.
Itachi didn't react to that – didn't even flinch as he kept examining her.
He knew her.
Not as well as he'd have though he did a few hours ago. They never spoke before, but he knew everything he needed to know about Haruno Sakura. He knew her from before – even if she didn't know him –, and today, he had watched her from the moment she first stepped in at the party, as she went through all those drinks random drunken guys and her friends had brought her, until the moment she disappeared in Temari's room, shutting the door locked behind her.
She was high, that he was sure of. He knew a stoned person when he saw one, and her extreme sweating and dilated pupils didn't fool him. With deceitful, dead eyes, no one would imagine he had anything troubling his thoughts, when in fact, all he could do was think non-stop about what had happened in Temari's room.
Was that all she'd done there? Gotten high? What was she really doing? What were they really doing? Did they have her? Did she do something with them? He thought low of her for that, and it angered him that she had given him any reason to do so.
"I think… that was too much," Sakura pressed her hand against her head. Her tongue felt heavy, and she knew what she meant to say, but what she heard was barely a functional person speaking.
He handed her the glass of soda, and once again she took it without any worry. No words, no staring. Nothing needed. She never saw him pour it; still drank it anyway.
Slowly, Sakura's body went limp. She wasn't completely out of herself though, she still seemed awake, even if non-functional. Carrying her on his arms would only draw attention, so instead he just helped her walk out of the kitchen, holding her by the waist – her head hanging loose.
Black. Pit black.
That she remembered well. Some blurred memories of Naruto and Kiba laughing obnoxiously and waving cheerfully at her, too drunk to care or ask who was with her, and where was that person dragging her to.
That was the best she could pull. Her futile attempt of trying to imagine what might have happened after, only increased the pounding headache that bothered her since the moment she woke up. The tears that had previously ceased for a moment had now begun to fall again. The choked cry in her throat asphyxiated her as her breathing became increasingly irregulated and heavy. She shook her body frantically, trying to free herself, until fatigue quickly took over her body, and then, she finally rested her head against the wall behind her, giving up completely.
Quite some time had gone by until she could finally hear steps, and then the sound of the door unlocking and opening to whoever had kidnaped her. She was immediately filled with despair as she heard the watched the shadow enter the room and the footsteps get closer to her. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the small light that emerged from the opened door, so that maybe she could try to identify that person's face, even though the shadow had now merged with the room's darkness.
The figure reached her, and crouched, taking its hand to the girl's face, caressing lightly.
"Sakura," the hoarse voice called. "Are you scared?" he asked, untying the cloth that covered the girl's mouth.
Sakura didn't answer, she only nodded, and her tears and sobbing begun again. "Please—"
"Shh." He silenced her, taking his finger to her lips.
The figure got up and made its way back and out the door. Meanwhile, Sakura took her chance to look at the entrance, trying to see through the shiny lightning outside, and she managed to identify what seemed to be a stair. Only then, her captor turned up the light switch, that was located outside the room.
Her pupils shrunk subtly, and she closed her eyes as soon as the light invaded the room, blinding her momentarily. After a couple of seconds, she opened her eyes again, and when she did, her breath was caught in her lungs as she seemed to enter a complete state of shock. Although the light was weak and the room was still a bit dark, she could finally see, in details, the face of the person who stood in front of her.
"Uchiha I—Itachi?" she called, frightened. "What… what's happening?"
He didn't answer.
Itachi approached her, painfully slow, only to increase the girl's anguish, and again crouched at her level, bending over her, until his lips were brushing against her ear. He smirked when he felt Sakura begin to shudder as the loud sound of her own breathing intensified.
He tilted his head even more, burring his face against her neck. Sakura jumped back, trying in vain to pull away from him. He breathed in deeply in the crook of her neck, absorbing her natural perfume as he felt his heart race. He let his lips touch her soft skin, pressing them hard, making an audible kissing sound when he pulled away.
"I'll eat you alive," Itachi whispered in a hoarse grunt against her ear. The hot breath against her made Sakura shiver completely, her hands trembling, and her heartbeat racing as fear filled her up. "This… is your purgatory, Sakura… chan."
09/03/2020
IMPORTANT: I really want your opinion in which direction this story will take (in some aspects, only), so… Should I focus only on Sakura and Itachi, or should I also work on what's going on outside Sakura's new prisoner world? How's everyone reacting to her disappearance? Etc..
Also, did you enjoy it? I won't repeat myself much, but… this is NOT romance. If that's what you came in looking for, leave. Yes, this is ItaSaku, but it's a dark story, and I won't give any more warnings as I'm pretty sure you know what to expect of a story like this one.
Please, let me know if there are any grammatical mistakes, because I might or might not fix (who knows?).
I hope you enjoyed!
