(A/N: Here's chapter two of 'Broken Hope'. I figured I should post this up as quickly as possible to give you guys more of insight of the story and setting because I felt that the prologue/first chapter was nothing more than a recap of the War Arc with an AU ending. So, I'm making up for that. But, I honestly, never expected to get some many people into the story after only the first chapter. What a surprise! Well, enjoy this chapter!

Streema: Thanks for being the first person to review this story!

TheBeauty: Thanks for the review! Man, I love Madara/Naruko, too [oops, you already knew that]! I have to wonder why there are so many Sakura/Madara fanfics, but barely any Naruko/Madara ones? To me, fem-Naruto is better match for Madara than Sakura is. A way better much. I'm not saying that Sakura is terrible [I love her]. I'm just saying that Naruko has better chemistry with Madara than Sakura does.)

Bird in a Cage

Naruko sat on the bed in her room, or cage as she liked to call it. This was one of the many rooms of that man's palace. She was here as a servant for that man, but really, she knew she was nothing more than a glorified prisoner.

Ever since the war ended with Madara as its victor, things began to change. He freed a few dozens people from Infinite Tsukuyomi he created, ruling over them as their evil emperor. He ruled over them with an iron fist, uniting them all through power and fear.

And he kept her here, right by his side as his trophy. She was the symbolism of the war that they had lost. Naruko was the representation of hope for the Allied Shinobi Forces. After all, when White Zetsu was disguising himself as an allied shinobi, sending everyone into a state distrust and disarray, she was the only one able to distinguish between friend and foe because of her newfound abilities to sense hatred and malicious intent. She instantly turned the tide of the war in their favor in less than an hour! That is until Kabuto reanimated Madara Uchiha.

However, no matter how awful or bleak things became, Naruko never gave up. Her friends and all of shinobi were on the long, there was no way she would give up! Seeing her sheer determination, the female Uzumaki brought the Ninja Forces from the brink of despair on multiple occasions. She was the light of hope that guided them all.

Not only that, but Naruko even got all nine Tailed Beasts to cooperate with them! She was truly was a force to be reckoned with both in the battlefield and as a moral support.

Madara, having been in many battles throughout his lifetime, knew of ways to demoralize the allied forces. He was the one who ordered the Ten Tails to kill the 'brains' of the allied ninjas. Surely, he knew of many psychological tactics to discourage his enemies and send them into a state despairing depression.

He was the one who transformed the happy go lucky Obito into the diabolical Tobi. That speaks volumes of his skills in manipulation.

That man is a devil!

Naruko sat up from the bed and strolled across the room, her blue dress swaying behind her until she reached the bookshelf sitting on the far right of the wall. The doorway leading out of the room not too far away. However, she knew it was pointless trying to open, seeing how it was locked from the outside. The only people who were allowed to open the door were Madara himself and a few of his select 'guards'.

Though, the Uzumaki knew that his guards were nothing more than lesser shinobi, probably mid chunin level, who were too terrified to oppose him. She couldn't blame them. Only so few could ever hope to stand up to that man. It must be really saddening to see their Princess of Hope under that man's lock and key, like some damsel in distress, knowing is one of the people capable of standing up to that tyrant.

Naruko subconsciously touched the black collar around her neck. Ths collar was nothing more than a reminder of her weakness, her helplessness. It was a collar specifically designed to cut off all her chakra. She was even able to access any of the chakra of the nine Tailed Beasts inside her, not even Kurama's chakra or even go into Six Paths Sage mode! Not only that, but it was also a chakra receiver, letting Madara know where she was at all times. She was never allowed outside the room without Madara's permission. Even her food was brought to her.

She truly was a bird in a cage.

She was his servant.

His hostage.

His prisoner.

His slave.

His trophy.

And she hated every minute of it!

She pulled out a book from the shelf, and went back to her bed. There was nothing to do here but read, seeing how this was a very vacant room with only a bed, a bookshelf, a single window to let see the outside world, and a door letting to the bathroom.

The book she was ready was a simple fantasy book about a princess that escapes capture and goes rogue, changing her name and identity. These books were the only solace she could find her in her now dark and dreary predicament. She always imagined herself to be one of these brave and heroic princesses that managed to escape capture, go on a journey, and find allies and friends to help take down her tormentors.

Just then, she heard a knock on the door.

Her body tensed up, wondering if it was Madara. She hated that man with every fiber of her being. The man who took everything away from her. Naruko tried to keep her heartbeat from accelerating as trepidation sweat rolled down the back of her neck.

The blonde woman let out a breath of relief when it was revealed to simply be on of his guards. However, that sense of relief soon vanished when the guard informed her that Madara wishes to see her.

Naruko silently followed the guard that was escorting her to Madara's office. She dreaded what he planned to do to her, but admitted that she just wanted to get the pain and humiliation over with. Whenever he wanted to see her, it was never anything good.

They past by various corridors all decorated with the Uchiha insignia. There was nothing really abstract about the halls, but then again… It's still being renovated.

When the blonde woman was finally face the door that led inside to Madara's office. Her blood instantly ran cold. Despite not being able to sense chakra, she could always recognize his cold and ominous presence.

She prayed that he wasn't the only in the room. She hated to be alone with him as nothing good would ever happen with one on one time with Madara Uchiha, she resigned as she tentatively watched as the guard opened the door.

A drop of cold sweat instantly fell down Naruko's forehead when she realized Madara was indeed alone. He was smirking at her, seeming to enjoy her discomfort as he later dismissed the guard. With the door closed, the two of them were now alone in the room.

"Tell me, woman…" Naruko bit the bottom in aggravation at the word 'woman'. That was his way of degrading her. To make her seem as less of a person with his unwilling to use her name.

"Not very talkative today, are we?"

Of course not! She knew that anything she said would be used against her to further humiliate her. She would not give him that satisfaction!

"And in the beginning, you were so very loud and vocal, always trying to play the hero," he mocked. "Where's all that bravado now? I quite missed it."

"What do you want from me?" Naruko asked with much disdain in her voice. She wanted to yell at him that he already taken her friends and family away, and already took her chakra away so much to reduce to a weak, civilian woman. What does he want?!

Madara tilted his head up in an arrogant fashion. "Ah, that. Nothing special," he spoke, nonchalantly. "Just the usual."

The blonde woman twitched. The usual meant that he wanted to hear her pledge her loyalty to him. She resisted the urge to gag as she swallowed a lump in her throat when she wanted nothing more than to glare at the man, hoping he would keel over and die. She hated this monster!

Naruko, however, knew that the longer she delayed, the longer he would keep her here.

"I… I…"

"Hold on," Madara's baritone voice cut her off. "Let's try something different, my pretty, little pet. Lose some of that modesty."

The female Uzumaki gasped, her blue eyes widening in horror. He wanted her to strip for him?! She knew that it wasn't in any way, lecherous. It was his idea, his way of humiliating her, degrading her, to remind her that she was his slave, his 'pet' as he preferred to call her.

Swearing loyalty to this madman was bad enough, but he wanted her naked as she did it. A sting of pink dusted the blonde woman's cheeks, her embarrassment skyrocketing.

Just then, she felt something burn against her throat. The skin on her neck was heating up to unbearable levels. Naruko clawed at the collar, her blue eyes clouded with pain, willing herself not to cry out in agony. Her skin felt like it was starting to blister. She forgot another use of this collar was to torture her, to keep her in line and obedient. And this was just one of the forms of torture it had.

"If you don't want to do it, I would be more than happy to do it for you. And I can assure you that the experience won't be pleasant," Madara's voice rang in a malicious manner. "We might even take a stroll across the village."

His threat rang clear. Either he sees her bare or the whole village does. Her choice.

Naruko resisted the urge to cry. How long? How long was this suffering and humiliation going to last?

The blonde Uzumaki decided to pick the lesser of the two evil as her slightly tanned hand tentatively reached behind her back until she felt the zipper of dress. Her hands were so clammy with cold sweat that it took a few tries before she was able to find a steady grip. She glanced over to the wall, refusing to see his satisfied smirk as she nervously pulled the zipper down.

The soft humming of her dress hitting the floor went ignored by Naruko. She could feel the blood rushing up her neck, cheeks, and ears. She wasn't wearing any bra, just a pair of light orange panties, so Madara got an unobstructed view of her bare breasts.

Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god! This was so embarrassing! This is perhaps the most embarrassing day of her life! Just when she thought he ran ideas to humiliate her, he always finds something new.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Madara question, impatiently.

Naruko threw her hands over chest in an attempt to hide herself. "I-I-I…" She tried so hard to find her voice when all she wanted to do was escape from this hell. Just seeing him, propped up on his desk, a gloved hand on his chin with an arrogant, cruel smirk on his face was enough to make her blood boil.

"I… I pledge only to serve Madara."

She wanted to die! She wanted all this to end!

"I live only for Madara."

She was absolutely mortified at her vulnerability. No man had ever seen her this way.

"Everything I am belongs to Madara."

She hated, detested, and despised this man, this beast with every fiber of her being!

She wanted to cry, but refused to show any weakness, knowing he'd get off on it and never let her hear the end of it. It's like he made it his personal mission to break her and to watch her squirm.

Naruko heard the sound of the chair scraping across the hard floor. She could hear the sound of his footsteps nearing towards her in a slow and deliberate manner. She could feel his form leering over her as his hair tickled her breasts.

She involuntarily shivered when the coldness his gloved hand lightly touched cheek, trailing down to her neck until he reached the tresses of her long, blonde hair. He tugged, hard, making her give out a startled yelp of pain in response as she was forced to look at him, staring into his cold, malicious, black eyes. Naruko could feel her nibbles touching his cold chest plate as her back was forced to arched to meet his gaze, sending a frosty chill down her spine.

"Tell me, my pet, you have been taught the uses of being a tool to this village. Have you ever been taught the uses of being a woman?" Madara's sly voice asked her as he leered down at her naked upper body.

Oh, god! Was he asking if she ever had sex? Naruko let out a startled gasp as a shiver of fear coursed through. Was he...planning to rape her? No, he wouldn't do that, would he? The great Madara Uchiha forcing himself on an underage girl. She bit the bottom to hide her nervous whimpers.

Seeing the fear shone in her cerulean blue eyes gave Madara a huge jab of pride and satisfaction.

The blonde woman felt him slowly let go of her hair in a cruel and obvious attempt to scare her even more. Not like he needed to, she was already terrified, shaking like a leaf.

"I have no more business with you."

That was Madara's haunting and nonchalant way of dismissing her. Naruko didn't need to be told twice as she hastily pulled her dress back on and left the room.

The guard that was waiting for her escorted her back to her room. He was sending her looks of pity as he watched her. Naruko knew that she was a mess. Her body screamed with horror, shame, and disgrace as she tried to cover herself, even though she was already wearing a dress.

He unlocked the keys to her room, and waited for her to step inside.

As soon as the door to her room slammed shut, Naruko curled up into a ball and cried her eyes out.

(A/N: That's the end of this chapter. Before you go harping on me that this some ecchi shit, well, this is rated M, but I didn't do it for that reason. I believe being forced to strip naked is one of the ultimate forms of humiliation, especially for women, mainly virgin women such as Naruko herself. It's a sign that a man has complete and total dominance over her. It's a form of psychological torture, not to mention sexual abuse. And we all know that Madara just loves to dominant people, to feel superior and on top in any way he can.

Oh, yeah, it's been known that Madara can turn his Rinnegan on and off. I've seen him do it a few times in the war arc whenever he wanted to activate his Mangekyou Sharingan abilities. So don't go complaining to me, telling me that Madara's Rinnegan is always activated because Nagato couldn't turn it off when he had it. The reason Nagato couldn't turn them off was because they were transplanted, similarly in the way Kakashi couldn't turn Obito's Sharingan off.

Alright, the next couple of chapters would focus on the beginnings of Naruko's imprisonment. Remember, this chapter takes place six months after the war. So, it time to step back a little and to see how all this torture and humiliation at Naruko's expense began.

Nothing much else to say. Leave any comments, thoughts, questions, and suggestions in a review, and thanks for reading!)