Chapter 6 up! So my dear readers, I haven't been getting suggestions for any of my stories, so maybe they have gotten boring? Oh well, I'll finish them soon, either way, I enjoy writing for you all. This chapter is probably the longest so far, but I don't think it is very informational...
A/N: In case any of you forgot, I do take requests. So, feel free and if I like the idea or I can work with it, I'll write it and dedicate it to you. :P
Warning: There will be rape in this chapter, possibly the last one, but we'll see.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine.
Naruto's POV:
It was such a great relief to be able to work outside again. Not that I enjoyed working for that bastard of a ringmaster, it was just a better alternative to being alone in that small dark room. I would be glad if I never saw the inside of that room for as long as I lived.
Of course, as soon as I had gotten out of the room, Sasuke immediately had a whole new set of rules. The top two rules being I was not allowed to eat anything at all, unless he was supervising me or he had given it to me, and the other was I was prohibited to reveal my name to anyone. What a weirdo. At least I was able to move around and stretch my limbs. Being in the same position for so long was really a big pain in the ass.
"You ok?" I turned and saw Sakura and Ino looking at me worriedly with a hint of another emotion I couldn't put my finger on.
"Yea, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I replied. They looked at each other for a brief moment and exchanged glances, and then back at me.
Sakura began,"well, you suddenly disappeared for awhile. We asked the ringmaster, but he said not to worry about it."
Ino nodded, "and that you had gotten sick, and needed to be bedridden. But..." I saw an unsure expression run over both their faces, as if there was something bugging them, but were too afraid to put it into words.
"Girls?" They shook their heads.
Ino sighed, "never mind. I think the shows' just about over, so customers should be out soon. We better get going."
Sakura nodded, "yea, see you later." I waved half heartily as I watched them rush away. What was that all about? I sighed and rested my head on the palm of my hand. Customers began to stream out of the big tent, each speaking of how disgusting the cast had been, others saying how they would be back, but with friends or family in tow next time.
As always, these people sickened me. No respect, and such bad manners it didn't put me at ease. I sighed again, there wasn't anything I could do. I stretched and began to clean up the discarded tickets the people left carelessly on the ground. Once again, no fucking respect.
"You seem angry." I didn't even turn around. I had gotten used to the bastard's voice enough to know it when I heard it. "Is something wrong?"
Besides the fact that some asshole kidnapped and violated me, I hadn't eaten solid foods in almost two weeks, and my stomach was killing me? "No, nothing at all." I growled and continued to pick up the papers from the ground.
It was silent except for the sound of the customers chatting as they left the circus grounds, but I knew he was still watching me. Bending to pick up the last of the papers', his hand grabbed mine and pulled me back up. I glared at him, but he ignored it and placed something in my hand. "Eat it. You haven't eaten much since the operation." Releasing my hand, he turned away and walked back to his place in the tent.
I scowled at his retreating back and stared at the thing in my hand. It was some kind of protein bar, gross. But it was better than nothing, and I was hungry as hell. I threw the tickets into the trash and got back to my post, the next batch of customers were supposed to come soon.
Sasuke's POV:
I looked down at my ringing cell phone, the caller Id flashing that familiar name. I wasn't really in the mood to speak to him, and I began to mentally debate whether or not to answer it. Sighing in defeat, I answered it, "yes?" I listened as the caller began his oh so very important message. "Yes, I know that already. Everything is going as planned." He continued his words boring me, it wasn't something new.
"Yes, yes. I-what?" He repeated his words, and I felt a bit amusement fill me. "Really? Well, it seems this is about to get more interesting, sure. Come this week. On Friday. OK, see you then." I hung up. This was just perfect, the blonde would be surprised and it was sure to get his blood boiling.
"S-sir?" Came the familiar shy voice.
I nodded at the blue freak, "yes Hinata." She looked slightly away, and she had one of her hands behind her back.
"I-um..." She couldn't seem to get the words out, and I was starting to get irritated.
"What is it?" She pulled her concealed hand from behind her back and thrust a piece of paper into my lap. I studied it and realized it was the wanted poster for Naruto and his mutt friend.
"Is N-naruto a criminal?" I looked back at Hinata's face, she had a seriously worried and fearful expression on her face.
I shrugged, "you'll have to ask Naruto about that. By the way, who else has seen this?" Not that this information was any skin off my back, it was more for Naruto's case.
"All of the c-cast has seen it, it was Ino and Sakura w-who found it." My fox was going to have a field day explaining this one to the freaks.
"Get rid of that poster, and make sure no one else sees it. It would be very bad for business if it was seen by others." The blue freak nodded quickly and scurried away with the paper in hand.
I wondered if any of them had confronted Naruto about it yet. If they had, it would explain his bad mood. Then again, he was always in a bad mood. There was just no way to deal with a captive these days. Checking my watch, I growl under my breath. It was almost time to start the next show.
**Time Skip**
They were afraid of him. The cast were afraid of Naruto. They all thought he had done some horrific thing, and that was why he stayed here instead of going to school or home. Well, all except for Shikamaru, who actually knew what was going on. It was pretty funny how they would watch the blonde's moves with careful eyes, and if he got too near them, they would immediately make an excuse and back away.
The look on his face was priceless, he had no idea what was going on. But this wasn't going to last long, the rag doll was sure to tell him what was going on, and whether he liked it or not, the blonde would have to come clean. About everything. The events that would play out soon after would prove to be deliciously entertaining. It obviously wouldn't be in my favor, but who cares? I was in for something new. Although there were some risky consequences to the truth being revealed, it would still be quite interesting.
"You are enjoying this, aren't you?"
I shrugged, "possibly. What's wrong with having a little fun every once in a while?"
The rag doll freak was angry, "what's wrong with it is the fact that you are messing with his life!" Although the brunette was trying to keep his voice even, it was beginning to rise with emotion.
"If I were you, I'd keep my voice down. Naruto wouldn't like the fact that you were talking about him in front of the rest of the cast."
Shikamaru scowled, "I'm not the one toying with him. Wasn't it enough that you took him away from his life, but now you have to make the others afraid of him?"
I let out a small laugh, "just mind your own business Shikamaru. Just because I've known you for a long time does not mean that you can try and mess with my decisions." He looked just about ready to attack me, but he restrained himself.
"Ever since Naruto came to the circus, you've changed. I don't know what it is about him that has you so riled up, but you need to think about his feelings too."
I watched as he walked back with the other freaks. He was right, obviously. I knew something had changed in me since the blonde had come to Usagi Hyrugi. It was no secret. I'm sure the other cast members noticed as well. This was just how it was now, there wasn't a thing any of them could do. I already had my claws in deep, and I didn't see myself loosening them anytime in the near future.
Naruto's POV:
What was wrong with the cast today? Every time I tried to talk with one of them, they retreated away. Was it something I did? Or was something bigger than that? Shikamaru kept shooting my apologetic looks, but wouldn't even come talk to me. Was it possible that Shikamaru had spilled the secret about why I was really here? He said he would let me tell them, but could he have changed his mind? I didn't really suspect him of doing something like that, but still... There was something wrong going on here, but it was probably best not to dwell too much on it.
The shows for today were over with for now, and cleaning up, I decided to just not worry about it. Whatever was going on would play out on its own. Maybe by tomorrow all the awkward silence would be forgotten and I could go on living the way I had become accustomed to. Sighing, I grabbed the cash box and began making my way to the ringmaster's room.
As always, I felt a chill upon stepping into the dim room. How could one room hold such bad memories? I shivered much like the first time I had been in here, awful memories swirling into my mind. Every damn time. I couldn't repress this memory when I was in this room, there was just no way. I ran my eyes around the room, nothing was different about it. Neat and organized, hardly any furniture. Yes, exactly the way I had last seen it.
"Taking a walk down memory lane, dobe?" I jumped at the ringmaster's voice. I hadn't heard him come in, and it sure as hell was not a good surprise. "Of course I'm not. I'm just here to return the cash box to its rightful place." I waved the forgotten cash box in his face before placing it on its shelf.
I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm before I could. "We have to talk." I mentally sighed, now what did he want?
"What?" He gestured to sit on the bed before going to his dresser. I sat nervously, I really hated this room.
Sasuke's POV:
I pulled out what I was looking for and tossed it to the blonde. He looked up at me confused, "what the hell am I supposed to do with this?"
"Isn't it obvious? Put the clothes on." A strange look came onto his face as he observed the black clothes more closely, and I could tell he didn't like them. "From now on, you'll need to dress differently."
He glanced up from the clothes, "what for?"
"It doesn't matter 'what for,' you'll do it without complaints. Now hurry up and change, I have to see if they fit." Naruto scowled and lightly fingered the material of the clothes.
He returned his eyes to me, "well fucking turn around!"
I smirked, "why? It's not as if I have not seen you naked before."
He glared at me, "I'm not changing until you turn around."
I rolled my eyes, "fine fine." Reluctantly I turned away. The sound of clothes rustling reached my ears, and a few muttered curse words as well. I stared boredly at the wall, how long did it take to change clothes?
I began to get frustrated when he spoke, "there." I turned back to him, and observed him up and down carefully. It seemed to fit him perfectly, not too tight, not too loose.
My fox started to get nervous again and was fidgeting, "can I go now?"
I checked once more up and down before nodding, "go, but come back early tomorrow before you go start your shift." I watched as he grabbed his clothes and scrambled out in relief. Four more days, and he would be coming. And when he did, things were going to be quite amusing. But until then, tomorrow morning would suffice for amusement. I couldn't wait to see his face when he saw what I had planned for him.
Naruto's POV:
That asshole. The dark clothes were strange enough, but makeup? I felt like a damn clown! Sure it was fitting to look like one in a circus, but why the hell did I have to dress up? That bastard just loved to humiliate me. It was too goth and dark for my taste, I was, after all, more of a fan of bright colors. And it seemed even more sickening to me that the damn makeup was gaudy as hell, I was wearing mascara, not to mention a shitload of other crap.
It was definitely embarrassing, especially since all the customers kept taking a second look at my appearance before entering the tent. By the time the second show had ended, I was pissed as hell. I was not looking forward to receiving all these looks from the next batch of customers. This day was taking so damn long! I just wanted to go back to my room and sleep.
"You seem to be angry? Is something wrong?" I snapped out of my gripping and looked at the customer speaking to me.
"Oh, no. I'm just thinking to myself." I forced a smile. A young girl stood in front of me, most likely around my age, and she had her brown hair made up into two buns on each side of her head.
"You know, you look really familiar. Do you go to the Ha-mura High School?"
I flinched slightly at the name of my old school, "no, I graduated a long time ago."
She leaned in closer to me, "really? You don't look all that much older than me." I was getting nervous, if she knew the truth Sasuke would have my head.
"I was homeschooled so I graduated much earlier than those who go to public school."
"Oh." She backed up and studied my attire, "so you work here?"
I nodded, "yea." Where the hell were the other customers at? Either this was going to be one of those really rare slow days, or she was really early.
"So, you into this kind of goth stuff?" She leaned in again and touched my collar.
I moved back instantly, "not really, it's just part of the job." She was majorly flirting, and I was really shocked that she was. At my school, I had never really been popular with girls. Hell, if it weren't for my friend Gaara's sister, Temari, I would have to say I never talked to girls my age.
"My name's Ten Ten, what's yours?" I opened my mouth, but stopped before the name 'Naruto' could come out. Sasuke said to never reveal my name. Crap, what the hell was my name then? "Well? I won't bite, tell me!" She laughed smoothly.
"Kichirou." I blurted out.
"Kichirou, huh. That is an uncommon name where I come from."
I stayed silent. Checking my watch, I could see that the next show wouldn't be for another ten minutes. I looked back to her face, "so what brings you here on a Tuesday. Shouldn't you be at school?"
She pouted, "well I should, but my uncle had seen this show a while back, and he finally convinced my mom to come. So when my mom decided to come, of course she had to drag me along as well."
"Your mom and uncle? Where are they?" I searched the grounds, but we were the only two around.
"They forgot something back at home, so they dropped me off to buy the tickets. Which reminds me, three tickets please." She beamed as she handed me the money. I took it and gave her the tickets and change.
"Do you enjoy working here?" She cocked her head, cutely if I might say, and waited for my response.
"Well, a job is a job, I guess."
She nodded in agreement, "personally, I wouldn't be able to work in a place like this. It seems so depressing, I really feel bad for the people performing." Finally! Someone I could relate to!
"Hey Kichirou, you know what?" She had a sly smile on her face and her eyes were twinkling with glee.
"What?" Now I was smiling, she had such a nice cheery attitude it was hard not to.
"You're really cute, you wanna go out sometime?" I had to be dreaming. A girl asked me out? Maybe she was kidding. Too bad I couldn't go out with her though, Sasuke would kill me. "Well? What do you think?"
Frowning, I shook my head, "sorry, but I can't."
Ten Ten pouted again, "why not? Don't you think I'm cute too?"
I laughed lightly at her mock hurt voice, "of course I do That's not the issue here.."
"Then why won't you go out with me?" Her tone was slightly demanding.
I gave her an apologetic look, "trust me, I want to but-"
"But what? If you want to, then why don't you? What's the problem?" She pressed harder.
"The problem is, he isn't allowed to." We both jumped at the ringmaster's voice.
Ten Ten glared at the ringmaster, "who said he isn't allowed to, you?" He smirked, "but of course. He isn't allowed to do anything that I would disapprove of."
She crossed her arms, "what are you? His mom."
"No, but I'm his boss and owner." I watched the two exchange words in horror, I was going to be in so much trouble when this was over.
"What do you mean owner? You act as if he is a dog!" I could tell Sasuke had to stifle his laugh as he ran his eyes over my collar. I was getting kind of pissed now, where the hell were the other customers?
"Ten Ten! We're back, come on!" She turned to see what I guessed was her mother and uncle coming up to her. She turned back to glare again at the ringmaster before hurrying away into the tent with her family.
"Kichirou, huh? Not the first name I would have guessed you'd pick.(1)"
I looked away from him, "shut up. What the hell was I supposed to tell her? You said I couldn't use my real name anymore, and it was the first thing that popped into my head."
He let out a small chuckle, "at least I know you can do something right."
I glared at him, "what the hell are you doing here? Don't you have a show to run?"
He tsked, "such bad manners. I've told you so many times, show respect."
"How long were you listening to us?" I asked, ignoring his other words in annoyance.
"The whole time. And now here's a new rule, don't talk with the customers. Do your job, no more, no less."
I frowned at him, "what the hell's wrong with you! It isn't like I can do anything else! You have me trapped in this place, so what else can I do?"
He returned my scowl ten fold making me falter a little, "you do your job. End of discussion." Anger rose in me in a flurry, I was so pissed off!
"Fuck off. Why the hell can't you leave me the fuck alone!" O no.. No no no no. Shit, I shouldn't have said anything, I should have just left him with the last words. The ringmaster's expression was terrifying beyond belief.
"Go back to your room and stay there. You're done for the day." He stalked off without another word, and I knew I was going to get it later. Hard.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I really didn't want any drama, especially since I had barely got permission to be outside. That stupid prissy ringmaster, why the hell did he have to get all angry like that? It wasn't as if I was going to go out with Ten Ten, I was not that dumb to pull off a stunt like that. Why would he think that I would try to leave? The collar prevented things like that, and even if I did get out, the microchip would track me. What the hell did he have to be cautious about?
**Time Skip**
He hadn't come in yet. So that meant that I was in the safe zone for now. Shit, I was nervous to see what the punishment would be this time. I really didn't want to know, but I guess it was inevitable. That asshole had some problems if he could get mad so easily like that. I hoped that whatever the punishment was, it would be over with fast.
I flinched as my door opened, but relaxed when it was only Shika. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked the brunette. I was happy that one of the cast members had come, something was up for them to stay away from me. Shikamaru had a troubling look on his face, kind of like the face that Ino and Sakura had yesterday.
"Well, I really have to talk to you Naru, but unfortunately, now isn't a good time." Now wasn't a good time? It was probably the perfect time. No one was on the circus grounds, the shows were over for today, and the ringmaster had not come yet.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. Was he afraid of the bastard coming and interrupting us like last time?
Shikamaru looked up from the ground he had been staring at and walked to my side. "Here, I'll tell you what needs to be said later." He pushed something in my hand and backed away quickly.
I looked in my hand to find two of those stupid pills. "The ringmaster's orders?" I growled. He only slightly nodded before turning away and exiting without a word. "Fuck." I muttered. I hated the pills, and it was bad enough to have that bad taste, but I also had to take them dry. And it wasn't just one pill, it was two!
Rubbing my eyes in irritation, I popped the pills in my mouth in disgust and swallowed. One was fast acting, but two was even faster. My vision was already blurry. I really hated the pills, but I hated the ringmaster more.
Sasuke's POV:
"There. Are you happy now? I gave him the pills as you asked, now will you tell me what the hell you're planning?"
I shook my head at the rag doll freak, "no. I'm unable to tell you until after Friday."
He frowned, "why? What the hell is so special about Friday?"
"Someone is coming to give me a certain degree of information about our little blonde."
The brunette shook his head, "I really don't want to know what the hell you are planning to do once that information falls into your hands."
I shrugged, "so be it. But I'll say this, as soon as I get that information, things are going to be a little hectic around here."
He snorted, "as if they have been calm since you brought Naruto here." True, the blonde had caused quite an interesting ruckus when he came. Nothing wrong with that though, there was always a need for some kind of entertainment to happen around here. It was so boring and plain on a regular day here. That blonde really could make my day, even though he was a bit loud...
But right now, I was not happy about his behavior. No, not happy at fucking all. "Shikamaru, I want you and the rest of the cast to stay away from this building for the rest of the night. I want no interruptions, no distractions, and absolutely no complaints. I will not tolerate any failure to follow these rules."
He glowered at me, "I swear to whatever God that's out there, the cast and I will not forgive you if you hurt Naruto."
I smirked, "what happens to the blonde is between him and I. He has displeased me, and like I would do if it were any of you, I'm punishing him. Understood?"
He clenched his jaw, "yes sir."
I nodded, "good. You're dismissed." The rag doll freak shot me another daggered look before exiting my building. The other cast members understood that my word was law, but Shikamaru would never get it through his thick head. I of course wouldn't expect him to. He was, after all, a genius who saw through all deception and cover ups.
But time was wasting. I clenched my fists, I was annoyed as hell. That blonde would pay for flirting with a girl, he was mine. And I would make sure that he remembered that next time he was faced with that kind of situation. He would definitely think twice before opening his mouth, and if it took hurting him to get him to submit, then I would gladly comply.
Naruto's POV:
Waking up in a fetal position on a cold as hell floor, everything was still a bit blurry. I didn't know how I got here, nothing really made sense, but I guessed that stupid ringmaster had brought me here. Recognizing the signs, aka my naked state, I knew immediately what the punishment was going to be. It wasn't like it had not happened to me before. I didn't know what was worse, accepting the fact that I was going to be raped again, or the fact that I would have to accept it? It was obvious that I was in no position to resist, though I would try.
But no, I couldn't let him control me like this! I wasn't his fuck toy, contrary to his belief. I had a lump in my throat just thinking that I was so vulnerable to this mother fucker. Why me? Why? What have I done? I had basically lost everything; my best friend, my freedom, and what was left of my dignity.
I noticed this plain room was vaguely familiar. I forgot where this was, but it was obviously still on the circus grounds. My fucking neck was killing me, and reaching up to touch it, my hand met cold metal. Where the hell was my collar, and why the hell was I wearing a shackle around my neck in its place? Something caught in my throat, and I was starting to get freaked out. I couldn't recognize this place, but it was so familiar, it was on the tip of my tongue, and to add to my worries, I was chained to the wall . My shackle was pretty loose, so at least it wasn't choking the hell out of me, and the chain was long, maybe long enough for me to look around this room?
Standing up was a little difficult because of the after effect of the pills, so I had to lean against the wall to stand up. I could barely stand, but was it any use? I was still tied until I could somehow find a way to get out of the shackle, and the answer to get out was with the ringmaster. Speaking of the bastard, where was he? Maybe he didn't expect me to wake up so early, but was it even early? What time was it? All these questions I had were spinning in my head, but what I did know was that if there was any possible way of escaping, I would have to quit wasting time and figure it out quickly.
There were drawers in this room, two of them, and they were across from each other. The whole room was lit up by a light on the ceiling and the window was bricked up, wait bricked up? Sasuke's building had a bricked up window after some customers had gone a little wild after a show and broke it. This couldn't be his building, was it? The bed was gone, and so were a lot of other things. The dressers were definitely the ones in his building, and the boarded up window was similar, but the light was dimmer than it usually was.
A new type of fear and nausea rose up in me, and I went to the nearest drawer, the smaller one, and I tugged on the handle to find it locked. Fuck! I wasn't even sure what I was looking for, maybe a key or some kind of object to pick the lock on the shackle. I slammed my fist on the top of the drawer, but I needed to calm down. If I didn't, I would just get myself stressed out, and right now, I don't need to think about my worst case scenario. My stomach was churning in disgust, and was already throbbing excessively.
I went to the second dresser by the bricked window, and I noticed how all of the surfaces had red marks on them, they actually looked like blood stains. There were two drawers on this dresser, and opening the first drawer, I found a strange kidney like object and what seemed to be a large intestine? There was blood flooding the drawer. I couldn't understand why this would be here, or who this belonged to?
Nauseousness filled me, and I knelt down on my knees, trying to overcome the urge to throw up. Suddenly, the whole room was becoming eerily quiet, and I was immediately alert. Faint footsteps could be heard, it seems like someone was coming closer to me. Shit. I started to panic as I thought about what was to come. The best thing I could come up with was to go back to the spot that I was originally in.
Almost tripping because I felt my legs becoming weak with fear that he was coming and from what I had just seen, I went back to the area where I had woken up. The sound of a key turning in the keyhole resounded in the room, and filled me with dread. I kept my eyes trained on the door, and stayed in a sitting position waiting for Sasuke to enter this pit of death. The thought that my organs were going to be added into that drawer filled my head.
As Sasuke entered the room, I could see his face was still twisted into anger. "Ready for your punishment, my fox?" His voice gave me chills, but then again, they never failed to. He was the definition of cold, everything about him was uninviting and off putting. He was getting closer, and once he reached me, he grabbed me roughly by the shoulders. He ran his eyes over my hands, and his expression turned from angry to furious, "you looked in the drawers didn't you?"
What the fuck was he asking me that for? I looked at my hands and realized that the blood in the drawer had smeared on my hands. Damn. Now I was really going to get it, and by the look in his eyes, I could tell I was right. "You should know better then to look in places you don't belong." A small smirk formed on his face, "Curiosity did after all killed the cat."
He began stroking my cheek with his hand, but I smacked it away. "Fuck off." I growled. I was afraid, sure, but I was also mad. I didn't even want to look at Sasuke. I didn't have to look to know what he was feeling, I already knew he was beyond pissed.
"I'll teach you a lesson, one you won't forget anytime soon." The sound of a belt being unbuckled reached my ears, and before I could look back up at him, he grabbed my hair and painfully twisted me onto my stomach. This bastard had unbelievable strength, he only needed one hand to restrain both my hands and keep me pinned down, despite my struggling, and tightly tie the belt around my wrists with the other.
I had never been restrained with anything other than his tie, and the belt was digging into my skin much more rougher than the tie. "Stop it asshole!" I managed to get out through the fear rising in me. Something was pulled against my mouth suddenly, which I could only guess was his tie.
"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear you," he commanded coldly. I gagged as the chain on the shackle was yanked up, pulling me up with it, and I could not move away. How the hell did it get shorter?
The ringmaster wasn't in my view since he had made me face the wall and I could not turn my head to watch him due to the chain, so all I had to go on was the sounds. His footsteps were walking away from me, then the sound of something opening could be heard, another sound I couldn't comprehend came next, and finally his footsteps returned to me.
"I'll teach you a lesson, one you won't forget anytime soon," I heard him repeat, but in a quieter tone, more to himself. My eyes widened as I felt one of his fingers slide into my ass, greased up with something that was cold, and I shivered from the cold and desperation to get away. His finger slid slowly in and out of me, and was joined by another without hesitation, inciting me to attempt to pull away from the intrusion.
There was the sound of a zipper, and suddenly his fingers left me, only to grip my sides and be replaced in an instant by his cock. He pushed in slowly, clearly in no hurry. I cringed at the sensation, it wasn't something he had done before. He didn't move for a while, before he began to slowly thrust.
He took his time fucking me, working in a slow soft pace. It wouldn't last, it was about to get worse. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to close off my mind, but instead, all I could think about was what was happening! I felt him inside of me, it was disturbing to feel him moving, it was wrong, sickening, painful. I was at his mercy, and I hated every fucking second of it. His slow motions changed into hard, faster ones, and I could feel tears running down my face.
The thrusting burned as he slammed deeper into me to the hilt, his raspy breathing almost impossible to hear. I started to whimper again as he pulled out and pushed back in harder. Ramming into me over and over, he shoved me rougher and rougher against the cold wall, and I could feel myself becoming cut because of it.
I felt him tense as his thrusts became more frenzied, even harder and faster. The pain was overwhelming, and my arms were bleeding due to the struggling and pulling. I let out a small strangled cry when he gave me a long hard thrust, and I felt his warm seed release within me. The feel of his hot seed filling me pushed me over the cliff and I stiffened as I came too. Again I had been violated, again I had been dirtied. I kept crying softly, I couldn't stop the tears, even when he undid the tie around my mouth, I could not stop.
I shivered as he ran his hands up my thighs, over my back, and up my neck. I cried out as he yanked a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, the chain half choking me at the strain. "Tell me who you belong to,"he whispered in my ear, biting hard on my earlobe.
"I belong to you," I sobbed. My throat was hurting, and the chain wasn't helping. I was afraid, no other emotion filled me. Just fear.
"Never forget that." His voice sounded different, almost strained. I felt the chain loosen as he released my hair, and I winced as I hit the floor. Coughing up the blood and bile that had risen to my throat, I didn't move as Sasuke pulled me around and into a sitting position. I was still crying, and breathing was hard due to the chest pain that had risen in me.
He cupped my face in both his hands and made me face him. I couldn't meet his eyes though, his hair fell over them so that all I could see was a frown adorning his face. "Don't forget one thing Naruto, your mine, and whoever, and I do mean whoever, gets in my way will suffer the consequences." He growled in an emotionless light voice as he rubbed my eyes with his thumb.
I didn't understand until the meaning of his words dawned on me, "what did you do to her? Where is she?" I managed to rasp through my sore throat.
"Dead." Was all he said before he forced me back down. I was too tired to struggle, too shocked at the news of Ten Ten, but above everything, afraid of the ringmaster. I was helpless in a nightmare that I couldn't wake myself up from. I was stuck in a hell with no way to get salvation, no way to get release.
My wrists were itching like crazy and becoming numb, but I couldn't move. He positioned himself against my entrance again, his hands gripping my legs, spreading them apart against my will. He didn't wait another second, and he slammed in, sinking his entire length in one stroke. A scream ripped from my already torn throat, and more blood and bile was coughed up. Due to the restraints, my fighting him off was reduced to helpless squirming. He moved inside me harder than the last time, and my screams of agony were muffled to a pitiful strangled whimper at the painful penetration.
He rocked roughly, and his brutal ministrations were making it harder to breathe. His thrusting was almost, well almost desperate and he dug his nails into the flesh of my thighs as if I was going to move away. As if I could, his fucking was ripping me apart! I swore I was bleeding from my abused hole, and he didn't show any signs of stopping. Like my stomach had, my back was now being cut from the floor, and the more I tried to move, the more it hurt.
"S-stop! Pleas-se!" I gasped out, but it came out more like a scream. His breathing was ragged again, indicating that he was close, but other than that, there were no signs that he would slow down. A lowly grunt sounded from his throat, and his nails dug in even more as he came, but he still didn't stop or slow. He just kept going, and excruciating pain filled me more as the blood and semen ran down my legs. "Stop please..." I whimpered weakly, I didn't have the strength to take this anymore, I had no willpower to endure it.
He stopped abruptly and I let out a shaky breath of relief as he pulled out. His face was still covered, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He zipped his pants up, before moving to undo the belt around my hands. I couldn't even feel them anymore, and my chest pain had spread to my stomach. The ringmaster gripped my face again and pulled me closer to his face, his mouth by my ear. "Just one last thing. Something to make you remember." His tone was low and I almost didn't hear him.
The hand that wasn't holding my face reached into his back pocket and pulled something out. I couldn't tell what it was because as soon as he brought it out, he tilted my face so that I was staring at the ceiling. "One last thing, and you'll know who your owner is." I stifled a scream as he dug whatever he had in his hand into my cheek, digging it about two inches before running it down my face in a straight line. It was a knife! What the hell was he doing?
Another yelp came from me as he repeated the process over and over again until he had three lines across my cheek on each side of my face. I felt more deprived, and this time the silent sobs burst out. I couldn't hold it together anymore, I was tired and in a lot of pain. My stomach, back, wrists, face, and ass were all bleeding.
That was a lot of blood loss, and it was making me dizzy. The chest pain was growing out of control as well, and it was the topping on the cake. I shook uncontrollably, there was so much fear in me it felt unreal. I couldn't stop yelling, could not stop crying, and I could not stop what would no doubt happen again when I was punished.
I flinched as he pulled me closer to him by the shackle, and felt a little relief as he unlocked it with the key around his neck hidden in his coat. He grabbed my arm and jerked me closer until I was practically on his lap. My head was spinning, I began to feel numb, and it was a hassle to keep my eyes open. He tilted my head towards him again, and my eyes widened when I met his face. His normally hard cold obsidian eyes were soft and showed hints that he had been crying.
"Again and again, you force my hand to strike. Maybe this time you'll learn," he said slowly before running his tongue over my bleeding scars on my face. I could barely even hear him, my eyes were still trained to his, and my vision was blurred too much. Maybe I was imagining things?
Sasuke's POV:
He had to learn the hard way. And these scars were definitely the hardest and best way to make him learn. I felt his body slump as he finally lost consciousness and leaned against my chest. I always thought he looked so peaceful when he was asleep. I watched him sleep, his breathing shaking his whole fragile frame, his face displaying his discomfort.
I wiped my eyes in frustration(2), I suppose it was inevitable. I brushed his hair from his eyes, he was bleeding really bad. I laid him on the floor and got up. I knelt beside the locked drawer and looked through my key ring for the right key. Finding it, I unlocked the drawer and opened it. My eyes wandered to the other drawer that was filled with blood, I had to remember to take it to Choji later. At least that bitch was useful for something.(3) I returned my gaze to the drawer in front of me, and pulling out what I needed, I walked back to my fox. With his new scars on his face, he really did look like a fox now that I thought about it.
Placing my materials on the floor, I picked the bottle of peroxide up and the cloth. Pouring the liquid on the cloth, I cleaned the cuts that covered the blonde starting from his back to his cheeks. The peroxide must have been taking its effect, because the blonde was wincing in his sleep and clenching his fists. If he didn't struggle so much, he would not be so damaged and he would not be in this much pain.
"B'nny..."(4)The blonde whimpered. What a strange thing to say. Whatever it was he was dreaming, it seemed to be a nightmare. His shaking was getting worse. I continued to work on his cuts, wrapping the bandages around his wrists, then around his frame. These cuts were nothing, they would go away in time. Unlike the ones on his face, though they weren't deep enough to need stitches, they were deep enough to become permanent. Yes, they would remind him again and again to submit and not toy around with me.
Covering them for the time being would be a bit difficult. I got the gauze and taped it to his cheek with the medical tape. It wouldn't be secure, but it would suffice until they healed. I repeated the process with the other cheek and gathered the supplies to put away. He was still writhing in his dream state, but it would play itself out.
I picked him up from the ground with ease, he was unbelievable light. Immediately he clung to my shirt in desperation and dug his head in. It must have been some nightmare for him to do that. The only thing to do now was put him back in his room and lock him in, there was no way he was going to work tomorrow.
(1) Kichirou is a Japanese name that means 'lucky one,' which obviously is what Naruto is not. So you can see why Sasuke found it amusing. :D
(2) Anyone want to guess why Sasuke was crying? Free nonexistent cookies if you get it right, or better yet, I'll dedicate the next chapter to you.
(3) Guess who they belong to. :P
(4) You'll hear more about this soon.
Well, I didn't explain the rabbit in this chapter, so maybe the next one. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I found it unbelievably hard to write, especially since a friend of mine wrote a scene of this for me, but he failed to even read all the other chapters, so a lot of it was changed. Actually, pretty much all of it was changed, only three sentences were kept from his eight paragraphed scenes. -_-'
Well, until next time, Ja Ne! */-\* Review please!
