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Continually darkening chapters. We also get a glimpse of Ino this chapter!
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10.
Her arm was, in fact, numb in the morning.
Sakura woke up blearily, and after only a split second of disorientation, she remembered and promptly wished she hadn't.
As she came into her surroundings, she felt the hot puffs of air against the crown of her head, gently disrupting the hair there. A warm body—too warm, sickeningly warm—was pressed up against hers, naked and breathing and alive. An arm like iron was wrapped around her waist, and Sakura didn't dare move in case she woke him up.
Because to her great disgust, that monster—he wasn't a man, he wasn't even human to her anymore—had become hard in his sleep, and she didn't dare provoke a response in him.
She felt like she should be crying, because something was definitely broken inside her, but her eyes were dry. So was her mouth, for that matter. Probably a side effect of the drugging. But no craving for water could get her to stir, no panicked thoughts about what happens now? would she let increase her breathing and cause him to wake. She lied still, hardly willing to breathe deeply in case it woke him up.
She wanted to go home, but she knew that wouldn't be happening.
This is your home.
What was worse was that he could enforce that if he really wanted to. The people who could truly stop him were few, and those who would be willing to stop him were none. She was trapped.
Sure, she lived with her parents, and they might put up a fuss, but they were commoners. Not in the feudal sort of sense, but they held no sway over the monster. Ino's father had more, being the descendent of a once thriving clan, but he was the last descendent and the Yamanaka line was so obscure in the public eye that it would take work to get the public on her side. But that was assuming that she could even convince people that the monster had raped her, a young college student who someone like him should never have taken a second glance at. Ino's reaction was proof of that, and they were best friends.
Most people would be inclined to be on his side, and no one would believe that he had raped her. Nothing short of a video of what had happened would convince anyone, and even then, she wouldn't put it past a jaded population to think it was staged.
Sakura was trapped, and she didn't know what to do other than flee the country. While it would be barely financially feasible, the bigger obstacle would be getting away from the monster for any period of time long enough to catch an airplane.
She had a feeling that the monster would be keeping her close by to prevent any such action, because the monster was terribly smart and knew her a little too well without her permission.
When there was the slightest movement behind her, Sakura quickly inhaled and held her breath, willing herself to stay steady and not move a muscle or make the slightest sound.
The monster shifted and pressed himself closer to her, but did not wake. She exhaled slowly and with utmost control. Sakura wasn't going to risk breathing out too sharply and ruin her fine work of keeping him asleep.
But the problem was that he would wake eventually, and she would have to deal with him again. Thinking quickly, for after that movement she was certain her time to herself was going to be cut short, she tried to figure out what her options actually were right now. Did she play along, or play her part? He was expecting a fight from her, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to give it. The violence he had displayed at her attempt to free herself the night before—an ingenious idea, gnawing through the leather like that, and if she could she'd try it again—had been frightening. She wasn't so sure things wouldn't escalate to physical violence, and from there, she wasn't sure he wouldn't kill her.
She hadn't realized just how much she didn't know the monster. She had never thought it would be all that relevant to her life, and now it could literally be a matter of life and death.
Without her permission, a single tear escaped her eye. She hadn't even noticed it building up.
There was a gusty sigh from behind her, and Sakura stilled. He shifted again, pulling her even closer so that they were contoured against each other. Sakura felt bile rise in her throat at the way his manhood pressed so insistently against her lower back, at attention and so ready to hurt her again.
She knew the monster was awake when he nuzzled into her hair and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. Sakura feigned sleep when he propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over her, gently stroking her side as one would pet a cat. Only the utmost exertion of willpower prevented her from shuddering or flinching away.
His hand went lower, probing her lower lips. Now it was a struggle not to clamp her legs together, but she told herself that if she feigned sleep, he might lose interest and go do his morning ritual, whatever that was, which would allow her time to get herself loose and run. It might be her only chance.
But he continued to probe, gently massaging something that sent zings of pleasure through her, and she fought to maintain her charade. Then he leaned down and licked the shell of her ear, nibbling on her earlobe with just enough pressure to tease. Sakura attempted to keep her breathing steady, but when he blew on the wetness he had left behind, she shivered involuntarily and took a sharp breath.
The monster pulled her legs apart further and she was pretty sure that the gig was up, so she tried to clench her thighs together while still refusing to acknowledge his presence.
"I knew you were awake," he murmured into her ear lasciviously, pressing his hardened shaft against her.
Sakura's breathing hitched and she tried with all her might to keep calm and at the same time not relax her struggles against him. But he was stronger than her and was able to pry her legs open, slipping one knee in between hers and then suddenly he was aligned with her.
She was shocked at how quickly he had positioned himself and so could barely comprehend the situation when he began to press himself inside her. Going rigid seemed to be her only defense with his arm curled so tightly against her, preventing movement.
He slid inside with a single thrust, and Sakura felt dirty and weak and terrified and furious all at once. It hurt, not as bad as last night but she was still sore, but the fullness was the worst part. There was too much of him and too little of her, and as he began to thrust, hitting deep inside her without care for her pain, Sakura felt tears of shame and fury leak from her eyes. She felt sobs build in her throat, but refused to let them free.
The monster moved slow, languidly, every thrust deliberate. Sakura clenched her jaw to fight the overwhelming emotions vibrating within her, begging to be let out. She clamped down on them as hard as she could, fighting for calm, even as the back of her throat ached with the magnitude of what she was feeling.
"You're very quiet," the monster whispered to her, hissing at what must have been a particularly pleasing movement. "Does it hurt?"
Sakura did not deign to answer, shutting her eyes as though she could block out what was happening.
One thrust, then another. "It doesn't have to," he told her as though sharing a deep, dark secret. "I can make it feel good."
Still she was silent.
"Don't be like that," he mockingly whined, moving his hand to pinch her nipple. She flinched but made no sound. Something must have happened below, though, because he groaned, thrust harder, pinched again, repeat. "So good, Sakura-chan, so good."
Sakura's whole body wracked with disgust at his words.
"Like that," he hissed. "Just like that." He was thrusting powerfully now, hurting her more with every movement. And then he jerked particularly hard and despite her best efforts, she whimpered. He kept doing it until she made a sound of pain with every forward thrust.
She finally broke, tears wresting themselves free from her eyes. "Please, stop, it hurts!"
And just like that, his strokes gentled. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
She began to cry helplessly. The monster kept going as she cried, grunting and groaning, and then he released himself inside her with powerful, painful thrusts before pulling out at last.
He leaned over, kissed her cheek, and then got out of bed.
Sakura was unmoving.
She was somewhere dark and damp. That was about all she could make out, though. Darkness because she couldn't see, damp because she could smell mold. She tried to move, and discovered a third thing: she was bound to whatever she was lying on, because she couldn't move her hands and feet more than a couple of inches in any direction.
Ino took deep breaths and tried to remember her training. Her father had coached her when she was old enough about how to handle a situation like this—the danger to her was very real, though very few knew about it. Ino knew she had mentioned something about it to Sakura, but Sakura never really realized the magnitude of what she was talking about.
In truth, Ino herself hadn't realized it either.
She kept her eyes wide open, waiting for them to adjust. Her small, almost nonexistent pupils dilated wide to take in as much light as possible, and eventually she could make out a few features of where she was being kept.
It was a prison cell or something of the sort. She was definitely underground. There was a dripping in right hand corner of the room that was only noticeable once she fixated on it, and then it wouldn't leave her consciousness. The only sound besides that was her breathing, and then her stomach when it growled lowly in protest of lack of food. It wasn't worse than what she'd endured during more stringent diets, but it certainly wasn't comfortable.
Her thoughts went to her kidnappers. Deidara and Sasori. She had never met them before, hadn't even heard of them or known they existed, so they must be criminals that either her father didn't know about or hadn't seen as a threat. Ino was starting to consider the former. Deidara was a northerner and could pass as a masculine female if he didn't speak. Sasori…well, she'd only caught a glimpse of red hair and honey colored eyes, and that he wasn't of the tallest stature. But there had been a coldness about him that sent shivers down her spine, and Ino knew that if there was anyone holding her captive that she didn't want to see again, it was him.
She wasn't sure how long it was before a flickering fluorescent light above her came alive. The brightness hurt her eyes and she winced, but as soon as she gave in to the urge to shield herself, she remembered that she had to be alert, and that meant keeping her eyes open, so she forced her eyelids apart. She couldn't help squinting, though, and when she heard clanging footsteps coming down the hall, she did her best to sit up. However, what she could now see to be zip ties held her down steadfastly, and the nape of her neck prickled at the thought of her utter helplessness and vulnerability.
The footsteps revealed a monster of a man, nearly seven feet tall with skin so sallow it was a greyish-blue, with tattoos all over her arms and even on his face—they looked like gills almost—that just screamed yakuza. Ino took his features in quickly: pale grey eyes that looked distinctly unfriendly and teeth that had horrifyingly been filed into points. In his huge hands, he carried a tray of very unappetizing food, but what really ruined her hunger was the huge gun strapped to his back.
"Dinner time, girly," he said, and shoved the tray through a little slot cut out at the bottom of the bars. There was no way she would be able to reach it.
She voiced this to him.
"Not my problem." And he sauntered away, leaving her to stare at food that she might not even be able to stomach but still wanted anyway.
Time passed in slow motion. Ino couldn't take her eyes off the food, and the longer she stared at it the better it looked. It was just a cup of rice and what looked like cold, congealed miso soup, but she wanted it. From her growing hunger, she could tell that it had probably been at least a day since she had been taken. Her father would know something had happened by now. Would there be search parties? Would someone have reported seeing a struggling blonde girl against two men? She hoped so, but Ino had good intuition, and she had a feeling help wasn't coming any time soon.
But she wanted the food.
That was her main concern right now. Keep up her strength.
She was regretting her misguided dieting now. She had been using food mainly to stay thin, not concerning herself with working out because she didn't want man-arms. Now, she would have given anything for man-arms if it meant that she could break free of these zip-ties and get that food, or even further, get out of here.
But she didn't have that strength, and although she didn't know it now, she hadn't reached a level of desperation great enough to reveal the inner strength she didn't know she had.
So she stared at the food mournfully and lied in the fluorescent light, still and quiet.
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