Willenlos bin ich ergeben
Deinen Regeln Deinem Spiel
Hab von Anfang an verloren
Auf dem Irrweg ohne Ziel

Halt mich fest
Lass mich los
Gib mir den Schmerz, der uns beide trennt
Und doch für immer vereint

Gnade
Und wieder wirkt Dein bittersüßes Gift in mir
Wenn blind vor Gier ich den Verstand in Dir verlier
Doch wenn ich aufwach´, bist Du längst schon nicht mehr hier

umm...this is an excerpt of the lyrics of the song Gnade(Mercy) by Tanzwut(Dancefury). They fit really well to the story:

Helplessly I surrender

your rules your game

was lost from the start

on this meandering path without end

hold me tight

let me go

give me the pain that separates us

and yet unites us forever

Mercy!

And yet again your bittersweet poison works in me

as I blinded by greed lose my mind in you

but when I awake, you're long gone...

hehe. Normally I hate stuff like that...but you should try everything once. don't ask me why the lines are so weird. I tried to fix it with single-spacing but the computer wouldn't accept it.

All right, here's chappie 25

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Whore Street

Naruto groaned softly. He didn't think he'd ever... never... hurt this much before.

It was pitch-black around him, though he knew there was a light switch somewhere by the door.

Not that that helped him much. He growled helplessly, tugging at his bonds in vain. His wrists were tied together, the stiff rope cutting into his skin as he strained against it. It was looped around the bars of the headboard he knew was somewhere above his head in the darkness.

The mattress was hard and lumpy beneath him, and the sheet rasped against his wounds, stiff and abrasive with dried blood. The musty smell of basement – old shoes, mildew, dust, rotting wood – permeated the air.

He didn't know how long he'd been here, only that he had come to him two times already, with his whip and toys and so much so much pain...

God it hurts.

But the pain wasn't the worst. The worst were the memories that this place called up, memories of Slum Street, of those terrible parties where the men just wouldn't stop and you fell unconscious after three hours of relentless thrusting, panting, groaning...

His reaction to the place went even farther, delved even deeper into his mind, and memories that he had kept locked away already during the earliest Whore Street times flashed to the front of his mind, taunting him.

Daddy?

Ow, Daddy, you're hurting m-me...

Please STOP it...

...D-daddy — Naruto snarled helplessly, desperately into the darkness. God, he wanted it to stop! He tried to block them out, the images and the feelings and the pain that still made his body twinge in sympathy. It didn't work, the memories crashing over him --

Heh – he's my best. Name's Naruto. Pretty new on Slum, but he'll do anything you tell him to.

... he'd lost count after the twenty-seventh customer got on top of him. The party was still in full swing, and he could hear Haku, Zabuza's prize whore, whimpering on the other side of the room. He clung to his last scraps of consciousness, Jiraiya'd kill him if he found out that he'd fainted...

Daddy! No! I don't want to!

You like that, don't you?

Please stop it – Jiraiya!

No --

Daddy don't, stop it.

Jiraiya! It's not my fault, I tried...

Oh...but you like it so much – you little slut. Admit it!

Daddy! Ow! What are you doing?

You should be used to it by now...

Jiraiya --

Daddy --

NOOO! Naruto closed his eyes, choking on a sob.

Help...

He heard the door creak open, and the dingy light flickered to life. "And...how are we doing, pet?"

Naruto had recognized the voice the first time he heard it, threatening, in the hospital room. The cold, evil voice. He whimpered, unable to hide his fear, as the man got onto the bed, his strange slanted eyes roaming over Naurto's blood-stained body.

He hated that gaze. Like Gaara's – oh God, Gaara, he missed him – it was heavy. But where Gaara's was exciting and challenged Naruto to somehow reply, this man's was like oil, filthy and greasy as it slid over him.

He watched the man slide that – that thing onto himself, trembling. He had been right about it, in the car.

They were hooks.

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hehe...well. PLOT(kind of). Guessed who it is already? The eyes, dudes, the eyes!

alrighty.

Review please. I still don't have any reviews for my last two updates.