I have finally remembered what I was going to write for this story! That's some good news for those who were wondering what was inside of our fox. I'll do my best to make this chapter long, especially since I have a lot of things to type, so let's get on with this, shall we?

Today's chapter dedication goes to: Blarh, who emailed me an idea to use. I had this chapter all planned out, but I'll do my best to squeeze this idea in. And alyssa, but more on this one later...

Disclaimer: Must I say it?

Warning: Graphic rape, bad words, ect. Unlike the rape from the first Chapter, this rape was written by me, so sorry if it isn't very good.

Naruto's POV:

He must have been pissed by now, but I didn't give a fuck. It was his fault I was in this situation in the first place! I rubbed my head in annoyance, this whole time I thought I was hiding my secret so well. Who would have thought that one of the cast members would have heard and seen the entire thing? Of course, Shikamaru wasn't called a genius for nothing I suppose.

'What if he tells the others?' I think worriedly to myself. This place was bad enough, what with the knowledge of these poor suffering cast members and an abusive boss, but if the rest of the cast members found out, they would hate me, no, they would be disgusted by me! Nausea fills me at the thought of being rejected by the ones who I came to think of as my family.

A sudden knock at the door makes me jump up from my spot on the small bed. "Who is it?" I called out nervously, the image of the ringmaster coming into my head.

"Naruto, it's us." I sighed mentally in relief at hearing the concerned voice of Ino. Did they know yet?

I decided to play it safe, "did you guys need anything?" There was silence from the other side of the door, and I was starting to think they might have left.

"Naruto, are you ok? You've been in your room for a long time..." Sakura trailed off.

I was guessing that they didn't yet know. "I'm just tired. The week's been a killer." I forced a small toneless laugh. More silence for a couple of minutes before I heard them begin to talk in hushed tones. This went on for a while, then silence again. I laid back on the bed and tried to sleep, when there was another sound of knocking on my door. I started to feel a bit irritated, "seriously you guys, I'm really tired so-"

"Naru, it's me." The sound of Shika's voice shocked me. "Naru, open the door. We have to talk." I stayed put, and stared dumbly at the door. "Don't think a locked door can keep me out Naruto." The brunette warned. He couldn't open this door, could he? The sound of the lock being messed with reached my ears and in seconds I heard the lock fall off and the door opened. I backed up against the bed frame as Shika closed the door behind him and stepped closer to me.

"Naru, why are you afraid?" I saw concern in his eyes, mixed with anger and pain.

"Shikamaru, please don't tell the others. I won't be able to face them again if they ever found out." I pleaded desperately.

The brunette shook his head and I was afraid he was telling me 'no' when he spoke, "Naru, it's not my place to tell them, it is yours. And I recommend you do it soon in order to avoid later conflict."

He must have seen the discomfort on my face because he continued, "Naruto, no one is going to think differently of you. I knew since the very beginning and I don't think anything bad of you."

I shook my head wildly, "I can't Shika, I just can't. It's too...too shameful!" The rag doll cast member sat on the bed next to me and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Tell me Naruto. Do you really think that after finally finding someone who is so kind to us freaks, we would shun him for something that wasn't even his fault? We would never do that."

"Don't call yourself that Shika! You know how I feel about that damn word, you are all people, no matter what those other idiots say!" I growled.

Shikamaru nodded, "see, that's exactly what I am talking about. No one gives a damn about us more than you. No one can even come close to your level of concern."

I saw him give me a small reassuring smile, but I hung my head down and slumped my shoulders. "Shika, the way I treat you guys isn't special, I just treat you the way I would treat anyone else. No better, no worse."

"And that's what makes it special, at least to us. You make us feel normal Naruto, no one else does that. I'm begging you, please, just come out and tell everyone. This secret will only tear you to pieces." I nodded in understanding. "Naruto, I really want to help you escape."

His low words shocked me, "you want to what?" Had I heard him correctly?

"I want to help you escape, and I'm sure the others would too as soon as you tell them. Don't be stupid Naruto, tell them. We all really care for you." I nodded slowly again.

We sat in silence before something came into my head. "Shika, if you saw everything that day, do you know what happened to my friend that I came here with?" This thought had been haunting me for many nights, was he ok? And if he was, where was he? Shikamaru was silent and removing his hand from my shoulder slowly, shook his head before replying, "Naruto, your friend is-"

"Dead." Me and Shika both jumped at the sudden voice. We both turned to see an impassive ringmaster leaning against my door frame with his arms crossed. We had been absorbed in the conversation that neither one of us had heard the door open. How long was he standing there? How much did he hear?

He glared at Shikamaru which translated into 'get the fuck out,' to which the brunette complied to quickly. As soon as he was out, Sasuke closed the door before turning his attention to me. I shifted under his gaze nervously, his obsidian eyes scared the hell out of me! They were just so empty and emotionless!

"What do you mean he's dead?" I voiced my question carefully, trying to control the shakiness.

He watched me for a moment longer before replying, "it's like I said. He's dead, gone, no longer here." His unemotional voice was beginning to piss me off!

"What did you do to him!" I growled.

Sasuke's POV:

The flustered blonde's face amused me to no end. "What makes you think I did anything?" I say smugly. It only infuriates him more, I can tell.

"Because you're a fucking prick who doesn't give a damn about anyone but yourself! I bet you're the most arrogant bastard in the whole fucking world!" I smirk at my fox's rantings and begin to make my way towards him. The anger in his eyes immediately gives into fear as I come closer.

"Get away!" He snarled as I reached out to his face, and I lifted his head so our eyes met. His unearthly blue eyes plead with me to release him, which only causes my smirk to widen more.

"I'll tell you this, and only this. I killed that mutt you called a friend, but only because he got in the way." Fury starts to make its way back into his eyes, and I can tell he would kill me if he could. I became even more amused at seeing the shocked blonde's face, and how he remained silent.

I release his face and back away, "I didn't plan on killing him, and like I said before, he got in the way. It was really for the best you know." I see his face scrunch in anger, but he knew just as I did there wasn't much he could do.

I dig into my ringmaster coat and pull out a collar before throwing it at him. "Put it on." I turn away leaving no way for him to reject. Opening the door, I stop before fully exiting. "And don't think you can escape easily even with the cast's help." I leave the confused and pissed blonde without another word.

Naruto's POV:

Dead. Kiba was...dead? It seemed impossible, there was no way, and I couldn't cry, the shock was that bad. I looked down at the collar the bastard had thrown at me. It was slim and it actually needed a key to be opened. There was no design, it was just plain black, even the lock was black. This collar was obviously made for a dog. He had said once before I was a dog, but this was a bit too far. Wasn't it?

"As an owner would his dog, I'll take drastic measures to make sure you stay by your master's feet."

My head pounds, and I feel like shit. I look over the collar once more, debating whether or not to put it on. If I didn't, there was sure going to be hell to pay, but if I did, how would I explain it to the others? After weighing the two options for a while, I reluctantly put it around my neck. I hear the lock snap, ensuring my fate was forever locked as well.

My mind wanders back to Kiba. How did he get in the way? I rub my eyes in exhaustion. Looking out the small window to my left I see it's still the late afternoon. 'No point in staying awake,' I think silently to myself.


I leaned on my arm at the podium with half lidded eyes, trying to sleep last night had been uncomfortable and hard. Scratching at the collar, I jadedly look around at the customers who aimlessly loiter around waiting for the show to begin. Stupid customers, why did they have to stand outside? Why couldn't they go inside and away from my sight?

I felt like yelling at them, cursing them, telling them to get the fuck out of here, but then Sasuke would really punish me. Hard. I shiver at the thought and choose to remain silent. I continue to watch the customers in hate, and sigh in relief as I see them file to the tent as it is almost showtime. As the last of them enter, I see a sudden movement from the corner of my eye. Turning to the movement, I jump as I come eye to eye with Shikamaru. "Holy shit, Shika! Warn a person, will ya?" I say clutching my heart dramatically.

The brunette had a serious look on his face, and it was making me nervous. "Shika, what's wrong?" He didn't speak, but his eyes were looking at the collar around my neck. I tried to cover it with my hand in embarrassment, but he beat me to it. I waited patiently as he fingered the collar, feeling more and more shamed as he did.

"So that's what those posts around the circus were for." He mumbled to himself.

I waited for him to explain but when he didn't I asked, "what posts?"

"The posts that will trigger the collar." I turn in irritation at the ringmaster, why the hell was he popping up everywhere all of a sudden? Shikamaru nodded, more to himself, before he realized the ringmaster was here.

He bowed in respect before hurrying into his place in the tent. I watched his retreating back until he was out of sight. I turned back to the prick to see he was gone as well. 'What posts?' I thought confusedly.

I looked at the big clock hanging on the ringmaster's building. It would be awhile before the show ended, enough to see what these posts were. I got up from the podium quickly, and took off to the edge of the circus. Looking around there were no posts that I could see, only these small metallic stumps. Wait, were those the posts? I knelt down and looked at one carefully, but there wasn't really anything significant about it. It had a green light and that was it.

'How exactly were these posts going to set off the collar?' I thought silently to myself. I studied it again before getting up. I didn't get it, what did it do? Thinking a bit more I crossed over the stump. Immediately after I stepped over it the green light on the pole turned red and the collar began to beep fast. Before I could wonder what the hell was going on the collar sent a shocking tremor that brought me to my knees in pain. I ground my teeth and tried to pry the collar off. I clawed at it, but it wouldn't budge, not that I expected it to. The shocks kept coming and I realized this was what the poles were meant for. I stumbled back to the other side of the pole and let out a sigh of relief when the shocks stopped.

I breathed heavily and began to cough into my hand. My eyes widened when I looked at my blood covered hand , 'what the hell?'

Sasuke's POV:

The watch on my hand begins to beep, indicating my fox has figured out what the poles were for. I smirk as I think about the surprise the fox must have gotten. 'He must have been "shocked,"' I think mockingly to myself.

I sit back and continue watching the last act for today, the cannibal freak eating a rabbit. That was still alive. I watched as the pathetic audience squirmed in their seats, shouting obscene words at him. They were imbeciles, but they were customers. Paying customers at that. I can tell some of the more rowdier customers want to throw objects at the cast, but I have made it clear many times that this was prohibited. Of course, this didn't always stop them, and from time to time I have had to step in to show them who was in charge.

"S-sir." A small voice stuttered behind me.

"What is it Hinata." I answer without turning around.

"N-Naruto doesn't look too w-well. He was leaning against t-the podium and there was b-blood running from the side of his mouth." Blood? It must have been his wound kicking in.

"Don't worry, I'll attend to it after the show." I wave her away.

"H-hai," Hinata muttered, backing away. I returned my attention to the stage and saw it was time to close the show.


I exited the tent after seeing to it that each customer had left and making sure the freaks were safe. Looking around outside, I could see that Naruto already cleaned up his work station and was now most likely returning the cash box. I went to my building and saw the cash box was in place, but the blonde had long since left. Growling in annoyance, I made my way to his building.

His door's lock was broken due to the genius freak messing with it, so getting in wasn't hard. Stepping in the small room, I could see the blonde lying in a fetal position. He must have been in deep thought since he didn't react with any movement. I went closer, and still no reaction until I sat on the bed. The blonde jumped up into a sitting position, and I inwardly smirked at the blonde's surprised face before it turned into anger, then fear, just as it always did.

"What the hell do you want," the blonde snarls, but it sounds empty, as if he was tired. I expected as much, the thing in his stomach was activated when he received the shock. Not that the blonde didn't already notice, but the wound was going to be hurting even more for the next couple of days. My fox glares at me in expectancy to answer his question, but I ignore it to study his position more.

His eyes are half lidded and black from the lack of sleep, and there is dried blood coming from his mouth. "Did you figure out what the poles did?" I asked him innocently.

He narrowed his eyes, "what the fuck do you think?"

I chuckle at the look on his face, "I see the thing I've placed inside of you is working then." His facial expression remained the same. I leaned in closer to him, making his eyes widen in fear again, "do you want to know what I placed inside you?"

A mixture of emotions played across his face before he let out a quiet 'yes.'

I stay silent, wondering if I should tell him. My fox's face is scrunched up in curiosity and fear, and it makes me unintentionally smirk. "It's a microchip."

The confusion never leaves his face, "a microchip?"

I nodded, "the ones used to mark the location of farm animals. It doesn't hurt the animals because it is placed under the skin, but I've stitched yours between the stomach and liver." I see he is surprised, but no words leave his mouth so I continue, "it only hurts more now because the shock activated it."

Naruto's POV:

'A microchip? What the hell?' The thought never occurred to me. This bastard really was trying his best to keep me locked here! A microchip used for animals? Wasn't that dangerous? Especially since it was in my organs. The sadistic ringmaster watched me, probably waiting for some kind of reaction. I was too taken back to say anything, much less react. What the hell was I supposed to say?

"I guess you being speechless isn't too much of a surprise." The ringmaster says. I stayed soundless, still unsure what to say. I jumped a little as he grabbed my chin and turned my head to face him fully. His obsidian eyes never failed to make me shiver in anxiety, and it didn't help the fact that he continually stared at me hungrily. "Want to have some fun?"

In realization of his words, I tried to pull away but his grip was strong. The hand that was not holding my face gripped my arm and roughly pushed me down onto the bed."Sasuke let go!" I yelped.

He ignored me and leaned his face closer to mine, "just relax." I flinched as he moved his tongue across my lips, causing me to close them tighter. I whimpered weakly trying to push the offender away, my strength failing me due to the pain from the microchip and the shock from earlier today. The ringmaster frowned and bit hard into my bottom lip. It hurt and I felt a small trickle of blood run down my mouth covering the already dried blood, but I kept my mouth shut. I heard the ringmaster growl in displeasure before turning me over and forcing me onto my stomach.

My blood ran cold and I found myself unable to catch my breath. I started to twist around uncontrollably and tried to push myself up, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head. Familiarity fills me as I sense he is undoing his tie, and I thrash wildly trying to get him off. His strength greatly surpasses mine as he ties the restraint around my wrists and the bed frame with ease. I feel him clutch the back of my pants and boxers and as he pulls them down, it makes my struggling more harsh.

"Fucking stop you damn prick!" I managed to gasp out, only to fall on deaf ears. He fully removes my pants and boxers and I hear him toss them carelessly onto the floor. I open my mouth to cuss him out more, but he pulls something across my mouth silencing my words.

"Relax." He growled again, "if you keep moving, you won't feel any pleasure." I ignored him and continued thrashing, shaking my head. Fuck why did this have to happen again? Seeing my unwillingness the ringmaster leaned to my ear, "fine. Have it your way." I barely had time to register his words before he aggressively lifted my ass, forced my legs apart, and brutally plunged in.

I gasp in agony at being penetrated dry and unprepared. He didn't move for a couple of seconds before violent grinding against my hips. I began to shake crudely as I felt him pull out and thrust back in with force again and again, each harder than the last. I whimper shakily at a tearing sensation and tears pricked at my eyes; it burned! I wanted it to stop, but I knew it wouldn't until the bastards' had his fun.

'Stop!' I screamed in my head, yanking at the restraints and squeezing my eyes shut, tears running down my face. He kept pulling out and burying himself to the hilt, and a strangled cry spills out of my throat when he forces himself even deeper.

"Relax," he hisses, hot breath in my ear. No matter how many times he repeats it, I can't. It hurts like hell. Through the veil of pain, I could feel him thrusting brutally inside me, each push sending a piercing shot of pain through me. I grit my teeth, chest rising and falling dramatically with hot pants. The bastard's nails were digging into my skin painfully, hips pushing against my entrance unrelentingly. There is no fucking pleasure, but even through the rough treatment I was hard.

Shamefully, I felt myself coming close, and he must have realized it too because his ramming was unyielding. I shuddered disgracefully as I came, and soon after he did too. I trembled, feeling the hot liquid inside me, and I squirmed as he penetrated my entrance one last time, grinding slowly before he dragged himself out.

Sasuke's POV:

Our heavy pants filled the air and I let out a sigh as I watched my fox shiver as tears racked his body. His thighs were trembling as semen and blood flowed out from his entrance, and he was desperately breathing through his nose, since his mouth was restrained. I could tell it wasn't enjoyable for him, but damn why couldn't he be agreeable for once?

I ran my hand through his golden locks, feeling him stiffen at my touch. It's quiet again, and I know Naruto is nodding off from wariness when I feel his body relaxing. Watching him, an evil thought abruptly comes into my head, "do you want to know what I did with your friend's remains?" I feel him stiffen again but he remains quiet. "It was actually a hard decision, I didn't know what to do with it. I thought about burying him, throwing him away, and even burning him." I can tell he is becoming angry, but I loved tormenting him. "It was a really hard decision, I didn't know what to do with it," I repeated. "But then I thought, why waste him when had a perfectly good hungry freak?"(1)

Naruto didn't speak, but I could feel him shaking in anger. "Didn't you ever wonder why the food for Choiji was wrapped in two types of paper? The blue wrapping was for the dead carcasses of animals, the red was your friend." I felt him continuously shaking, but realized it wasn't anger as I watched his tears fall and him weep silently, his throat hoarse as hell.

Well was that fucked up or what? Hahaha, yup. I hope to see reviews because I worked from 10 in the afternoon and it is now 6 in the morning trying to put my ideas into words. Whoa it's late!

(1)Well, I'm a bit peeved at alyssa, who I guess isn't someone I can contact, but unfortunately guessed correctly about this certain fact in the story...Damn you! Just kidding, so if you're reading this alyssa, congratulate yourself on being one smart cookie.

Well until next time! Good night, or good morning, either way I'm going to bed!