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Warning: Disturbing content! Violence, blood, gore (ish), rape. I'm seriously warning you people.


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Gaara crashed into a wall, his head banging against it painfully, making him see stars. He hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected finding Sasuke only to be attacked from behind by the man who had abducted him. It was cowardly to attack from behind, but Gaara knew that this man would do anything, go to any lengths to keep what he wanted. Gaara was an obstacle that needed to be removed.

Gaara screamed as a fist connected with his knife wound. Orochimaru's face was split into a horrid, twisted grin, and he licked his lips as he punched Gaara in the same spot once again. Gaara's voice cracked halfway through his pitiful scream. Orochimaru grabbed the red head by the hair and yanked him away from the wall before smashing it back against the wall. Gaara's vision swam and he knew he couldn't take much more abuse. The knife would was bleeding freely, he was battered and bruised, and at this rate he would either pass out from blood loss or a concussion. He couldn't save him.

Orochimaru let go of the battered boy and Gaara's body fell limply to the ground. Grinning for all that he was worth, Orochimaru kicked the body a few times, just to make sure. It seemed that that was all it took for the dazed younger Uchiha to snap out of his haze. Sasuke's voice echoed through the house, his cry of pure anguish carrying all the way out to the car that Temari and Kankuro were in.

"Shit…" Kankuro mumbled. "That didn't sound good at all."

Temari wasn't paying him any attention, her gaze locked on the dashboard clock. The time changed.

"Let's go," she said, throwing her door open. Kankuro grabbed her arm.

"Wait Temari… we should call the police," Kankuro said, his sister twitched.

"You should have done that earlier," she growled, trying to free her arm from her brother's grip.

"Just give me a second to call them Temari, and then you can go all crazy gung-ho bitch on me," Kankuro tried to reason with his sister. Temari just ignored him and kept struggling. Kankuro grit his teeth, keeping his grip firm and using his other hand to pull out his cell phone and call 911. Temari bit Kankuro, who cursed.

"Shit Temari! Just wait!" he yelled and the dispatcher picked up.

"911, what seems to be the problem?" the dispatcher said. Temari broke free of her brother and tried to get out of the car, only to have her seat belt stop her.

"Yeah, my name is Kankuro Sabaku, there's some really nasty shit going on over here," Kankuro said, giving the dispatcher the address as Temari unbuckled herself. "I think that there's a whole lot more than rape going on here…"

"I'll send the police right away," the dispatcher said. Kankuro thanked her quickly and hung up to chase after his sister, who was striding down the sidewalk to the house unarmed. Kankuro unbuckled and dashed out the door and to Temari.

"They'll be here soon…" Kankuro said, grabbing Temari's arm again. Temari turned to her brother, glaring something evil even though tears were cascading down her face.

"Soon isn't good enough," she said. Kankuro's grip slackened and Temari turned back around to enter the house. After a few seconds deliberation, Kankuro followed.


Sasuke felt violated, he felt hurt, he felt a million different things, but none of that mattered. Nothing mattered. How could anything matter when Gaara was lying in a bloody heap on the floor? The only thing that Sasuke suddenly felt was his heart stop cold in his chest. Orochimaru was bending over, hunting knife in hand preparing to finish the job.

"Leave him alone!" Sasuke screamed, once again finding his voice. Orochimaru's golden cat eyes turned to him slowly. Sasuke's blood turned to ice, but he staid calm and collected.

"Oh? And what are you going to do if I don't?" Orochimaru asked slowly. Sasuke clenched his jaw. Orochimaru smirked at him, running the blade along Gaara's jaw with just enough pressure to draw blood. "That's what I though Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke grit his teeth. "I'll do anything… just leave him alone!"

Orochimaru raised an eyebrow at Sasuke. It was a rather strange thing for his little pet to plead for something. He should know better by now. Never plead for anything. Orochimaru had thought that he had taught that to his little Sasuke-kun already. Ah well, he would just have to re-learn the hard way.

"Ah but Sasuke-kun, all I want you to do is suffer," Orochimaru said, his voice slimy and dripping with venom. Sasuke's heart stopped and he couldn't breath.

"I had thought I taught you already that you shouldn't plead for things, that only makes me want to take them away from you," Orochimaru explained. He pocketed his knife and grabbed hold of one of Gaara's arms, proceeding to drag his unmoving body across the floor. Sasuke's eyes went wide as he got a better look at the red head.

He had never seen Gaara this bad, even after that incident the first day he had met the red head. At least that time Gaara had looked somewhat alive. Now… now Gaara looked as if he had been used as a punching bag. He was covered in bruises and was covered in blood. Sasuke could tell that that one knife wound could be the death of his precious Gaara. Too much more time and the red head wouldn't make it.

Orochimaru laid Gaara on his back. He stood over the body and just looked at it for a moment. A sadistic grin covered his face, and his eyes flickered over to Sasuke, his grin spreading. Sasuke could feel his breathing speed up, his heart was racing, his chest was constricting. Sasuke was starting to hyperventilate.

"I think the best thing to do in this situation is to take advantage of this nice looking body before his breathing stops and he becomes cold," Orochimaru said. Sasuke struggled against his bonds. He had to get free. He had to stop him. He had to get Gaara out of here. He had to save Gaara. He had to give the red head happiness. Gaara didn't know happiness, he hadn't ever known happiness. It was Sasuke's duty to protect this fragile being and give him anything he could ever possibly want. Sasuke was supposed to be his savior. Sasuke was supposed to make the world right. He had to stop him!

Orochimaru bent down and began to undress the body beneath him.


Temari and Kankuro had discovered the kitchen. Temari's eyes went wide and she clutched onto her brother, who wrapped his arms around his sister protectively. The big man was still conscious and he was writhing in pain, his voice long gone, clutching at his shattered knee. One of the man's arms was bleeding profusely and bone stuck out from his flesh. The woman's body was unmoving, lying still on the floor, a puddle of blood forming beneath her head, but she was still breathing. The second man was lying limply on the ground, his neck at an unnatural angle. Kankuro winced and turned away. That man would never be able to move his body again…

"Can we leave now?" Temari whispered, her voice not working very well. Kankuro nodded wordlessly and they maneuvered through the kitchen into the dining room.

The dining room held two bodies. Kankuro left Temari clinging to the doorframe and went to look at them. The first body was slumped against a wall, his mouth was bleeding, and he looked banged up, but it seemed that was the extent of his injuries. The second boy was wailing in pain, clutching his knee in much the same way as the big man had. Kankuro felt sorry for him, his leg was now useless. Kankuro turned back to Temari.

"Looks like Gaara went nuts…" he mumbled. Temari nodded at her brother's statement. Both their heads shot up at the sudden sound of sirens. Temari and Kankuro rushed back the way they came, running for the front door.


Sasuke was sobbing. He couldn't scream anymore, his voice long gone, but his eyes were far from dry. Orochimaru had stripped his precious Gaara, his beautiful angel, and had spread his legs. Sasuke was barely managing to breath and he was still struggling vainly against his bonds, hoping, praying that he could get free. Anything… he would give anything to save his dear Gaara.

Orochimaru was loving every minute, every moment of Sasuke's pain. He couldn't stop smirking; he couldn't keep the bounce out of his step. There was nothing more pleasurable then finding a toy, training it, and if it disobeyed you, totally and utterly breaking that toy as retribution. Orochimaru was enjoying destroying this toy. His Sasuke-kun would never recover from this little encounter, and from the looks of it, his beloved little Gaara wouldn't make it ten more minutes at the most, and that was being generous. He had better hurry up then, wouldn't want to become one of those necrophiliacs or something.

Orochimaru quickly divested himself of his clothes. Now for the tough question: lube, or no lube? That was certainly a hard question to answer. The boy would probably be dead soon, so why should it matter? But on the other hand, penetration with no lube was just too… rough for his liking. He might as well at least lube himself. This was only for his own enjoyment and sadistic pleasure after all. Its not like the boy would ever know, or feel it. He was practically comatose. So Orochimaru dug around in his pants pocket for his trusty tube of lube. He never heard the sirens or saw the flashing lights.

Sasuke on the other hand did see and hear the signs of his saviors. He was praying to any God that might exist to please make them hurry. Please oh God just this once. I'll do anything, just please let them save him. Please…

Orochimaru slicked himself up. Sasuke's eyes were instantly back on the snake-like man. Sasuke found his voice and screamed. Orochimaru turned to smirk at him. Grabbing Gaara's legs, the pedophile positioned himself, liking his lips in anticipation. Sasuke screamed again, louder this time. His thrashing increased, which woke up his brother, shackled to the wall beside him. Itachi only blinked at his brother before seeing what Orochimaru was about to do. He knew that the snake man was only waiting to prolong Sasuke's torment. Itachi joined his brother in his thrashing, hoping to distract Orochimaru just enough.

Orochimaru's smirk only grew at Itachi's sudden waking and consecutive thrashing. Oh this would be worth it. Anything would be worth this: this feeling of totally and utter control, of power, knowing that he had been the one to utterly break his dear little Sasuke-kun. Orochimaru made sure that he was looking directly into Sasuke's eyes, and his hips pushed forward. Sasuke screamed, tears cascading down his face, struggling against steel to get free. Orochimaru only stopped when he could go no farther. Sasuke was sobbing uncontrollably, in hysterics.

The door broke down and the police were instantly everywhere.