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This story is a dark stalker romance with extreme dubious situations.
Please proceed with caution.
Sakura
I'm done doing what Itachi tells me to do. I'm going back to Chicago.
His assault is still fresh on my mind. The way he fucked me, pushing his fingers into me, forcing his cock into my ass despite my protests. I hate him for what he did to me, and I hate him more for making me want his cruel torture.
As I stand in front of the door, waiting for his arrival, my heart threatens to beat straight out of my chest. Itachi has given me special instructions; I'm to wait on my knees by the door for his arrival. I don't even know where he goes when he disappears. I'm guessing to get groceries — I haven't seen anyone else in the room I'm locked in, and the food's got to come from somewhere.
I raise my head from my position on the ground when I hear the key turning in the lock.
He's back.
The door opens and I quickly look down again, so Itachi won't bust me breaking the rules. He closes the door and sets something down. Then, his fingers wrap around my collar and he jerks me forward.
"Look up, Petal," he demands, and my eyes fearfully find his. He's so handsome when he's like this — filled with dark intents and plans to torment me. "That's my good pet. Have you been good today?"
Every single day, the same question. And he'll know if I lie, so there's no point in hiding things from him.
"I didn't come," I mutter, and he pets my cheek as a reward.
"Good girl. You were saving it for me, weren't you?"
I stay quiet, my stubbornness emanating from my stiff movements. I'm upset with him, and this time, I'm not afraid to show it.
I was quiet when he took my last virginity.
I was quiet when he forced me to come for him over and over again as I cried.
But not this time.
He seems to notice it, and his brows knit together with displeasure. "Now what, Pet?"
I pick myself up from the floor and he glares at me. I know he didn't give me permission to get up, but I can't do this anymore. I can't get lost in the fantasy and forget about the real world.
When I speak up, I try to make my voice strong and confident, but it comes out squeaky and scared instead. "I want to go back home."
He laughs as if I've just told a joke, and now it's my turn to glare at him.
"Itachi! It's not a joke. I said I want to go home."
"What do you have in Chicago that you don't have here?" He smooths his fingers over my cheek and I shiver involuntarily. Damn him for what he does to my unwilling body. "This is your home now, Petal. Don't you like it?"
"No," I reply sternly, crossing my arms and stepping aside so he can't reach me anymore. "I want to go home. I have my cats there. And my friends. And my job. My whole life is there. I don't want to stay in the middle of nowhere in Italy. I don't even speak the language."
"You can learn." He shrugs. "It's not like you get to see people, anyway."
"That's not the only thing that's bothering me. You're not seriously planning on keeping me here forever?"
"Oh, but I am, and you know I will. So I suggest you just stop fighting this and accept it. The sooner you do, the better off you'll be."
"Are you crazy? What type of person kidnaps people anymore? This isn't the ice ages, you can't keep me against my will and...torture me."
"Torture you," he muses, his lips tugging in a cruel smirk. "That's not what you were saying last night when you begged for more. Do you want a reminder?"
"N-no."
"Maybe I do." He backs me up against the wall, smelling my neck like a wild animal as he possessively grabs my tits, pulling them from the flimsy nightgown. "Tell me what happened last night, Pet."
"No," I manage, though this time it's soft and barely audible.
"Tell me." His voice is controlled and smooth, but I know the calm's the biggest before the storm.
"I begged," I manage to get out through gritted teeth.
"And what did you beg for, Pet?"
"For you to fuck my ass." I hate him. I want to kill him. And at the same time, I'm dripping between my legs. I cross them self-consciously as I feel the tell-tale drops of wetness slide down my thighs.
Damn you, Ita. I never get to win with you.
"You did, didn't you?" He chuckles, painfully pinching my nipples with his strong fingers. "You wanted it so much, and it's only been a few weeks since you got your first taste. I'd say I've turned you into quite the greedy anal whore. Wouldn't you agree, Pet?"
I tremble, but I refuse to speak as he continues his assault of my tits.
"Answer me, or else."
"I'm not greedy and I'm not a whore."
He pinches my nipple hard and I cry out. "Stop it. I'm going home."
"You're going nowhere." His voice holds a cruel finality. "You're staying right here where I am. In your place."
I see my chance of escape and take it, pushing him away and stumbling toward the door. Since that first night, I haven't tried to run, but today, I will. I'm done getting lost in the fantasy.
Done being Itachi's willing toy.
I manage to get to the door, throwing it open when he appears right behind me. Before I make it one step outside, Itachi grabs me by the arm and drags me back inside. I thrash against him, resisting him with everything I have in me.
It's no use.
He's way stronger and crueler and unmovable.
He throws me down on the floor, and I glare at him as I pick myself up so I'm standing toe-to-toe. Or as much toe to toe as the height difference allows.
"You're a monster," I say in a cold, hard voice. "I don't know why I ever thought you could be anything else."
He wraps a loose fist around my neck. I swallow thickly, hoping I haven't just signed my death sentence. The air charges with unmistakable tension as he shows me his other side — the devil's side.
"You're calling me a monster, Pet?" Even though he's speaking with a calm tone, shivers crawl up my spine. "Fine. I can live with that. But do you know who's also a monster? You."
"W-What?" I stutter, struggling to get free of his grip and failing. "What do you mean?"
"Your family." He releases me as if he burned his fingers on my throat. "Your family is a nest of snakes."
"You don't know anything about my family."
"I know more than you do."
His words make my blood run cold, and I throw him a questioning look, waiting for him to go on. I have a feeling I won't enjoy the punchline of whatever he's about to say.
"I told you that you're a mafia princess, but guess which mafia?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Itachi?"
"You're a Senju, Petal," he finally says. "Remember that man you met back in Chicago? He's your uncle."
"W-What?" I struggle to make sense of his words, my head pounding with this new information. "Tobirama?"
"Yes, Tobirama. You're the Senju heir, and the last member of their clan and you deserve to die for it. The only reason I haven't finished you yet is..."
My lips tremble but I manage to murmur, "What's the reason, Ita?"
His mouth forms a thin line.
Tears fill my eyes, burning as they threaten to spill. The amount of information thrown at me all at once makes me go dizzy, but at the same time, it hurts. The fact that I'm even related to a monster like Tobirama, or the fact Dad is alive and never looked for me makes me sick.
Or maybe it's the part about Itachi wanting to kill me.
"Now you know what you are, Pet. You're just like the rest of them. Just like me."
"That's not true." I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. "You're only saying that to hurt me."
"It is true. What's more is that your own family wants you dead. But you know what? You're not the only person the Senjus have hurt. They've slaughtered people, my family, and for that, you'll all pay."
His family? My chest squeezes at the thought of him losing his family. Itachi was in that boarding school way before I came along. He must've been so young back then.
And yet, I don't allow that to pull me down. His tragedy doesn't forgive what he's doing to me. "I have nothing to do with this. I'm not some chess piece you can move around the board as you please. I'm no pawn."
"That's exactly what you are, my little pet." He pushes a pink strand of hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear like a doting asshole. "Be a good girl until I get back."
"Get back? Where are you going?"
He just returned. This place is so empty and scary without him. There's the sound of owls at night and they never stay quiet. As much as I hate it, at least I sleep when he's around.
The mansion is old, and from the few glimpses I had during that first night, it's obvious no one has tended to it in years. Itachi has done his best to make it livable, cleaning the room and acquiring new sheets. At least he had the decency to bring in some sheets. At least he had the decency to bring in some of my clothes and toiletries when he kidnapped me.
Kidnapped.
The more I think about it, the more surreal it becomes. But that's exactly what he did. He kidnapped me and brought me to the middle of nowhere.
He's not only my tormentor but also my captor now. He's a nightmare.
So why the hell do I keep seeing that boy from the boarding school whenever he covers me at night? Or whenever he sits me on his lap to eat.
I'm losing my mind, aren't I?
In the bedroom, he motions to the bed.
"I don't want to. You're going to torture me again."
"Isn't that the point? Now get on the fucking bed."
My body shivers in anticipation of his punishment as I climb onto the bed. He ties the ropes around my ankles and then wrists tightly, not tight enough to hurt me, but just enough so I can feel the delicious bite of the rope against my tender skin.
"There, you like being tied up, my pet."
I swallow against the spark of desire between my legs. "Why are you doing this, Itachi?"
I genuinely want to know. Is he just a sadist, and if he is, does that mean he'd enjoy doing this with someone else? That he'll get that gleam in his eyes even if it's another woman tied to his bed?
The thought makes me taste acid.
"I like the thought of you suffering while waiting for me like a good little pet."
"I hate you."
"That's getting old." His expression darkens. "Stop pretending you don't love every second of this. I know exactly what you like, what you need. I saw the videos, remember? You can't hide anything from me."
When I jut my chin, refusing to respond, he reaches into the bedside table's drawer and retrieves something I can't quite see in my position.
Then he shows it to me and I stare in horror as he thrusts a vibrator into my opening.
"Itachi, don't."
"Oh, but I am and you will love it."
He pushes a button and the vibrator hums inside me, creating bursts of arousal immediately. My thighs tighten, but with the ropes, I'm unable to move or alleviate the ache. He's giving me pleasure but not quite enough.
He strokes my hair back, shocking me by the gentle move. "Be a good girl for me, Pet."
And then he's gone, leaving me alone, empty, and utterly dissatisfied.
Thank you for you review! Yes, you are completely right! I made reference to the wrong hair color, as I said this is an adaptation, so sometimes details like that scape from my view, but I will be more careful with them, I am sorry if it lead to any confusion, I already corrected them. Hope you are enjoying it! Happy halloween! Stay safe! Xx.
