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This story is a dark stalker romance with extreme dubious situations.

Please proceed with caution.


Sakura

What seems like forever passes.

Itachi doesn't let me go and he doesn't seem like he ever will.

Every day, he tortures me. Every day, he makes me beg him to fuck me every way possible.

Every day, I feel like I'm disappearing and losing myself to him. I wake up and plan to defy him, to continue my quest to run, but the moment he touches me, it's like I can't live without him.

It's dangerous.

He's dangerous.

And I need to get the fuck away from here before I have no way to escape. Before my life flashes and finishes right before my eyes.

There's a woman, Salli, who takes care of me. And by taking care of me, I mean she brings me meals and clean clothes, but she always leaves them in front of the door. She only comes in when Itachi gives her permission.

Whenever I'm bound and gagged and waiting for him, I'd make sounds to draw her in, to ask her to untie me, but she doesn't dare to step in.

Itachi is scary, even to her. Itachi is a power all on its own, I felt it and I still do with every step I take.

He doesn't only own my body, but he's also reviving those messed up parts of my brain. A part of me enjoys it — more than it should.

A part of me looks forward to what he'll do to me when he walks in the door, or what toy he'll thrust inside me before he leaves.

Today, he seemed to be in a hurry so he left without pushing anything inside me. And I don't know why I've felt disappointed since this morning.

He slowly started to give me a walking room, so I'm not always tied to the bed, but I'm not allowed to leave the room either. He even has the door locked. I tried and there's no way to open it.

I watched him through the window. I do every day. I watch how his face turns stone-cold the moment he steps out of the house. Many men have started to gather around the mansion. Most of them gesticulate wildly while speaking and they seem to respect Itachi more than I could ever imagine anyone would.

You're a Senju.

His words play in my head on a loop. That man, Tobirama Senju, is my uncle. My father is the other Senju whom I heard and read about in newspapers when I was back in Chicago. Hashirama Senju. He's the father who used to visit Mom and me when I was a young child.

I'm a mafia princess.

The reason why Mom hid me the entire time when I was a kid makes sense now. The fact I have a family member alive, my father, has been making me giddy inside no matter how much I try to fight it.

I have a dad.

And Itachi doesn't get to keep me away from him.

I don't believe whatever he said about Dad hurting his family. If there's anything I learned about Itachi, it's that he won't stop at anything to get what he wants.

What's more than that is that he gets out of control when things don't go his way. He's not only ruthless but also unapologetic.

What's stopping him from lying about Dad and my family? He could be making all of that up to keep me glued to his side.

That won't happen.

The whole time I've been locked here with only the bathroom and the balcony as a getaway, I've been searching my surroundings and looking for a way to unlock the door.

I'm no lock picker, but I worked as a surgery nurse, so I'm good with small sharp objects.

There's a razor Itachi uses that I kept on the side. Near the balcony, I break the plastic end and burn it with Itachi's lighter. It takes me a bit of burning the pad of my forefinger to turn it pointy at the tip, but I do it.

Then I go to the door, bend my weapon in front of the lock and jam it inside. It's still too big to fit, so I burn it a bit more, praying that Salli doesn't smell the burning odor.

Once it's good to go, I jam it inside and it takes me a good ten minutes, but the lock finally gives way.

I release a breath and tiptoe outside. The hallway appears elegant and clean. I almost don't recognize it from the first time Itachi brought me here. There's new flowery wallpaper and a few landscape paintings hanging on the walls.

Since I have no shoes in this damn place, I settled on the shower flip-flops and a black dress. It's better than nothing.

My hair is pulled into a ponytail and I'm ready to go back to Chicago, to my job, my dad, my cats, and my damn life.

I descend the stairs, astonished by more of the renovation that's been put into place. If it were up to me, I'd bring in more furniture and —

I shake my head, killing that thought. It's not up to me and I don't care what Itachi does with his house. This isn't my home.

It is not.

The sound of humming in Italian comes from the far right. I cease breathing as my back glues to the wall. If Salli finds me and tells Itachi, I'm done for.

Or I can hit her. I don't care what she thinks because I'm getting out of here whether she and her master want me to or not.

I tiptoe around the table near the stairs, keeping my attention on where the humming is coming from, which I assume is the kitchen.

My leg hits the table and I wince, then slap a hand over my mouth to hide the sound.

Salli says something in Italian.

Damn it. Damn it.

I don't wait for her to find me and run toward the entrance. The moment I'm about to embrace my freedom, a tall man blocks the only way out.

My feet come to a screeching halt as I stare up at him.

He's wearing a pressed suit that stretches against his broad shoulders, making him appear like a model. His hair is styled and his cuffs are neat and elegant.

Everything about him is. Elegant, I mean.

Everything except for his eyes. They're purple and they have some sort of anomaly with black rings surrounding them. They don't look like an anomaly, though.

They're beautiful in a savage kind of way.

I caught a glimpse of him from the window before. He's one of Itachi's men or partners or whatever, which means he's my enemy.

He tilts his head to the side, watching me with manic interest as if I've killed him in cold blood in a previous life. "Why, hello there, Senju."

I didn't expect the smooth English. There's a hint of Italian there, but it's not the heavily accented English like the one Salli speaks when I'm around.

Grabbing the burnt razor, I point it at him. I'm getting out of here and no one will stop me.

He laughs, the sound long and booming in the entrance. "Do you really think you can hurt me with that?"

"Get out of my way." I stand my ground.

He steps closer, but I don't step back.

"Or what, Sakura? You'll hurt me with that?"

"Don't think I won't. Because I fucking will."

He's smiling, but he doesn't seem amused. If anything, he appears as if he summoned his demons. "Your father used guns and it didn't kill me, do you think that toy will?"

"You're lying. You and Itachi are only saying that so I'll turn against my father." There's no way in hell the father who doted on me as a child is the monster they're describing him to be.

"I have no interest in you turning against your father. If anything, I want you to go back to him so Itachi finally sees that he should fucking kill you."

He advances into me and I wiggle the razor in his face. "Stay the fuck away from me."

"Why don't you stop me?"

"Don't come any closer or —"

My words are cut off when he grabs me by the arm and twists, causing the razor to fall to the ground. I cry out at his brutal clutch; he's going to break my arm.

"Ow, let me go." I grind out through clenched teeth.

"What have you done to him?" He stares down at me with a cold expression and it scares the shit out of me more than his hold. "Why doesn't he kill you already?"

I contemplate kicking or biting him, but the way he's threatening to break my arm stops me. I have no doubt that he'll do it; that he'll actually snap my bones.

This man is dangerous, just like Itachi. The only difference is that Itachi doesn't intend to hurt me, at least not in this way.

This man looks like he's about to rip my heart out and feast on it raw.

Itachi. Where are you?

"Your family killed his, do you know why?" he asks in a low tone that draws goosebumps over my skin. "Because his father killed your mother."

My lips part. Itachi's father killed Mom? Why would he do that?

"No," I gulp. "You're lying."

"Ignore the truth all you want, it doesn't mean it'll go away."

The door swings open and both our attention trails to Itachi. A long breath escapes me as my eyes meet his cold black ones.

He's here.

I'm not alone.

It's almost a déjà vu from those days in the boarding school when he used to protect me from the stronger and bigger boys.

Itachi studies the scene before he strides between us with his hand curled in a fist. "What the fuck did I tell you, Nagato?"

Nagato answers in Italian and he goes back and forth with Itachi. My head spins trying to get a gist of the conversation. There are a lot of clipped words and neither of them seems amused.

"Let her go." Itachi orders and Nagato steps away as if he wasn't just about to break my wrist.

I massage the assaulted skin as Itachi clutches me by the arm and pulls me to his side.

"Touch her again and I will kill you," Itachi threatens in a low tone.

"I was only stopping her from escaping," Nagato says in a suave tone then motions at my joke of a weapon.

I swallow as Itachi's jaw hardens, but he doesn't look at me. Not even once.

"Get out," he tells Nagato.

"You're dick-whipped, my friend." Nagato smiles a little. "One day, you'll wake up and see her for what she truly is. A fucking Senju."

And with that, he's out the door.

Itachi continues glaring at him as if he's still there. I remain silent, not wanting to trigger him in any way.

Just when I think he's calmed down, his dark eyes focus back on me. They're cool, but I know what he hides underneath that façade.

"You were trying to escape, is that it?"

I gulp. "I want to see my dad. My family. My home."

"Well, that's not going to fucking happen." His tone turns lethal. "I'm your only family and this is your only fucking home so you better get used to it. Oh, and I'm going to punish you for your pathetic attempt at escape. I'll spank your ass red until you beg me for an orgasm, and guess what, Pet?"

Tears barge into my eyes as I whisper, "What?"

"You won't get it. Bad girls don't have the privilege of an orgasm."

"I don't care what you do to me. I won't stop trying to escape."

"Be my guest. I'm arranging new guards and this place will be more secure than a military camp. You won't be able to set a foot outside without me knowing about it. And every time you try to run, I'll punish you."

"I hate you." I hit his chest, a tear streaming down my cheek. "I hate you so much."

"Hate me all you want, but you're not leaving."

Salli appears from the kitchen, carrying a plate full of food. She stops at the view of the scene then smiles and speaks with her strong Italian accent. "Lunch is ready."

"Grazie, Salli," he says.

My next idea to escape forms loud and clear in my head.

"I'm not eating." I stare at Itachi. "Unless you let me out of here, I won't eat."