Chapter 5

Fall

Sarada stood beside Sakura as she knocked on a large marble decorated door. How extravagant, Sakura ruminated. It was probably very heavy to open, not that it would be a problem for Sasuke. Meanwhile Sakura could feel the clouds of anger around Sarada intensify when Sasuke finally opened the door. His eyes flickered to her briefly, like she was just an annoyance, then pinned themselves to Sarada. A cocky smirk reared its ugly head.

"I trust everything went well, imouto-chan." He bit out, sneeringly.

Sarada bristled at the insulting use of the honorific and clenched her fists, puffing her chest out and declaring.

"Whatever. I'm leaving now and you can't disturb me anymore!" Then she stalked away, much like her Sasuke tended to do when throwing a tantrum.

Sasuke mentioned her inside and revealed a beautiful suite. Half of the suite was made up of large clear windows which enabled the owner to look over the lush green hills of Konoha's nature and the Uchiha gardens while the city was still slightly visible to the right. The sight was breathtaking.

Small bluebell flowers were littered over the lawn, creating a stunning contrast between the pale yellow peonies that sprouted here and there. Under other circumstances Sakura would have wished she could lay down into the grass and spread her limbs in content. She was so used to the city and its dreadful cement, steel and litter.

There was no space to do so in the neighborhood where she used to rent. There was a tiny communal garden that every resident shared but it was littered with questionable items, broken glass and cigarette stubs.

Sakura wondered how Sasuke could view this vista every morning and still manage to be so vile of a person.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Sasuke had closed the door and she heard his footsteps advance towards her until he was behind her. His hand cupped her ass lightly and then traced the base of her spine, until they climbed lightly up each vertebrae. His fingers closed like a nest of snakes around the nape of her neck, the tender gesture turning malignant.

"How are you settling in?" Sasuke hadn't lied when he told her that he didn't care about her. In the week she had been living in the Uchiha complex he had never called her or even texted her about how things were going. Her only social interactions had consisted mostly of Itachi checking on her occasionally and Kakashi giving her some company with her daily studies.

"Fine." She didn't elaborate more, since she knew he had no interest. She was starting to feel numb and unfocused by his presence. His grip intensified around her neck. She had to muster all the control in her body to not snap at him verbally. Frankly, if she opened her mouth she wasn't sure if she could utter anything else that wasn't "I hate you."
She willed time to stop, for his phone to ring, for his heart to suddenly stop beating, just anything to make him stop his advances.

But he didn't.

His left hand sneaked up and cupped her breasts, kneading it slowly. His fingers were devoid of scars and his skin was pale. He seemed like such a perfect human being. But that was anticipated. Sasuke came from a prestigious clan, it was expected that he'd be groomed to the teeth. But it was the scars on his knuckles that told the truth, that something wasn't quite right with that man. That he swayed every now and then towards violence.

His face came to rest on her shoulder, then his mouth hovered to her neck. He gave her a small nibble which gradually turned into a bite. Sakura twisted away to avoid the increasing maiming of her neck but it only seemed to excite him. Like something had awoken inside him, he grabbed her waist with ferocity and slammed it against his hips while he licked a droplet of blood that had made its way from her neck. She could feel his member start to harden against her back as he grit against her.

"If you only knew what I have planned for you Sakura-chan…" He whispered and she felt her blood run cold. Imminent dread filled her and she ripped herself from his grasp, since she knew by experience that Sasuke did not fuck around when he said something like that.

He chuckled and lunged after her, taking her by her middle, he hosted her into the air and walked over to his white round bed. He threw her on it and slapped her exposed ass roughly. Sakura yelped and went to cover her behind with her hands. She heard some rustling as Sasuke pulled something from under the bed, and delivered on his promise of a plan from before.

He had turned the situation on her, using the proximity of her hands to handcuff them together. With her maneuverability severely diminished she turned herself around so that her back was on the bed. While she was now more accessible to him she knew that Sasuke liked to suffocate her by holding her head down into the mattress while he fucked her. It was always very alarming and not to mention claustrophobic. When that happened she couldn't even be sure when she would take her next breath. She suspected that he wouldn't mind it if she fell unconscious for a short while.

It was such an odd game that he liked to play. He wanted her to obey his every command, but he also liked it when she tried to run from him. It gave him a feeling of a chase, she supposed. He wanted some minimal to medium resistance from her. That resistance would noticeably excite him and he'd give a lewd grin to her direction, like a cat, and continue to harass her.

If that resistance went over some imaginary line that Sasuke had drawn, without her knowledge, she'd have hell to pay. He was unpredictable, the slightest act of defiance could set him off, making him beat her into submission and he'd become more cruel than usual.

If she was totally submissive, he viewed her as boring and would inflict such pain on her that she was forced to fight back to guarantee her survival. It was an agonizing dance for her to play and he watched her intently for mistakes. Her mind came to a halt.

What…is he holding?

She then proceeded to drew a blank. He was… In his hand was sand paper? A tool for the construction and handling of drywalls? What? She couldn't help but send him an incredulous gaze, which he replied to with a smirk. He crawled onto the bed with her setting the sand paper to the side. Slowly he lifted her dress up, revealing her stomach and then her breasts. He looped the dress over her head and it snapped back behind her head, stuck, because her hands were still tangled in the dress.

She wasn't wearing panties. He liked that.

He posed himself over her so she was unable to move. Sakura could feel the strangest feeling in her stomach; imminent doom.

"I have to be honest, it's kind of a lost cause to get a hard on for that." He said slyly, looking at her body. Sakura felt a pang of guilt for the biscuits. She had been really letting go since she came there and got all that money. She was now able to have three meals a day and it was hard not to indulge in it.

"Don't fuss though, I'm going to sculpt you to… perfection." He added.

Sakura gave him a wary glance before his words suddenly made sense. No way. He couldn't mean to- but one glance into his eyes told her that yes, he would.

She struggled hard against his restraint on her, but he pushed her chest so she fell back down and then he gave her a sharp slap for good measure. It made her head dizzy and she briefly lost control of her balance, totally giving herself to his power.

"I think we are going to get rid of this troublesome fat on your abdomen. You've put on some weight." His voice was clear and relaxed, clearly enjoying the show of imitation. And despite what he said, Sakura could clearly see his hardened member strain painfully against his pants.

Sasuke always enjoyed the foreplay, she just wished that the game itself wasn't so vicious.

He carefully laid the tool against her stomach, the sandpaper was quite gritty, probably a 40 grit. He just held it there, staring into her eyes. She fought against the urge to look away, afraid it might trigger him to escalate his behavior.

"Are you scared, Sakura?" He murmured, his voice so low she wasn't sure she had heard right. But she knew what he had asked. She frowned, for she had no intent to play his game more than she had to. She didn't reply.

Sasuke saw the challenge in her eyes and stilled for a moment. Then he grinned.

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Sakura sobbed, way beyond the point of trying to stop herself from crying. Her abdomen was covered in light abrasions that slowly seeped blood, the flap under her arms had been "sculpted" too and her thighs weren't better off. There was blood everywhere. She felt light headed but despite that she didn't pass out. The cuts were too shallow she supposed.

Sasuke was in the back of her mind as she fought against her fading focus. Her eyes burned from the tears and she was sure that her face was blotched and red. In that moment she promised herself that she'd learn first aid if she got out of there alive. Her muscles felt paralyzed from the pain. How was she sup-. Her thought was cut off by the invasive force that slammed herself into her body.

"Earth to Sakura." He drawled as he trust his cock into her again. She gave a low whine and she could see him shudder. He drew his member slowly out of her cavern and impaled her on his shaft another time.

"Tell me that you're my whore." She didn't reply, too tired to give into his demands.

He leaned over to her and pinched her left nipple roughly, causing her to yell out.

"I'm your whore!" She sniffled and he almost but growled.

"Yes you are." He purred.

He took her neck by a choke hold and proceed to establish a quick pacing as he fucked her. Her head lolled up and down and she felt her mouth open involuntarily. She couldn't breathe, he was choking her too hard. She vainly tried to raise her hands up to tear his off but it was like her fingers were made of mud. She had no finesse control in her fingers and everything felt heavy.

Her insides hurt so much. He was way too forceful and she could practically feel herself tearing up. His speed intensified as did the chokehold on her neck. She felt like a ragdoll as he pounded away into her pussy.

Please finish fast. She thought.

And just like that, the suffering was over. He withdrew from her vagina which throbbed painfully. It was like he had set her lower region on fire. He was still choking her and her desperation turned to being able to breathe, she opened her mouth wider trying to catch more air, but that attempt was rudely interrupted by a big cock shoving itself down her throat.

Sakura tried to yell at him but the big organ in her mouth ruined all attempts. He could only hear a muffled cry of dismay. Despite this he went still in her mouth as she was face deep into his groin. She could feel his hot cum leaking down her throat as his cock twitched in satisfaction. Thankfully his penis was so deep in her that the semen went straight into her stomach, instead of on her tongue and taste buds. She hated his cum.

He withdrew after a while of being motionless, his orgasm over.

She gasped for air and made a multitude of undignified sounds, snorting air into her lungs. She alternated between breathing and retching, though nothing came out.

"You better be gone when I get back." He simply stated and went for the bathroom, presumably to take a shower.

I hate you.

There was mellow piano music playing at the health care agency. Sakura was sitting, occasionally fidgeting with her phone. The wait was so long.

"Sakura Haruno, number 78!" A middle aged woman called out.

Finally, she arose and walked into the intermediate waiting room. She opened the door and almost fell over when she saw the person sitting in front of her. By Hinata's reaction, she was just as surprised.

The only available seat was next to her. Even though the small talk would undoubtedly be unpleasant, she was not going to stand the whole time, given her physical condition. She sighed and sat down next to her.

God, the piano music just made the awkwardness worse.

She could see Hinata's finger twitch in restlessness. Oh hell. She was going to be the one to break the silence, like usual?

"Hey." Sakura said gently.

The bluette looked at her with such vulnerability that Sakura was taken aback. Hope filled those pearly eyes and she replied.

"G-Good to see you Sakura-san." Hinata was obviously hesitant.

Before, Sakura had felt like Hinata was suffocating her. The idea of living alone had sounded appealing, peaceful and calming.

Now she just felt lonely.

"You too. How are things?" Ugh. How are things? Yes, Sakura. Brilliantly put. Hinata could almost sense her chagrin and she smiled a cute little smile.

"Good, hopeful maybe. I'm…. I'm coming here for a-advice on my rehabilitation."

Rehab? Was Sakura imagining things?

"What? Hinata, that is wonderful! Good luck."And Sakura meant it with all of her heart.

"Thank you..." She answered, but Sakura could tell that there was something amiss.

"Is..." She started and Hinata looked at her expectantly.

"Is there something else wrong?" She asked, deciding to have some courage and humility.

"Well… I've missed you. I feel like I'm so often s-surrounded by people, but I'm still alone. Do you understand?"

Sakura smiled a bittersweet expression.

"Yeah. I think I get what you're saying."

"Where did you even go? I mean, not like it's my business… but-." Hinata was just on the verge of starting to blabber. Sakura decided to put a stop to it.

"No, it's fine. I was able to rent an apartment in the Uchiha complex. It's very… uhm… Spacious and lonely, I guess." That last part came out of its own and she could feel the atmosphere shift towards something more… delicate.

Was Sakura reading her wrong? She hated being rejected and exposing herself so emotionally to Hinata was hard. Their friendship wasn't perfect, it was filled with bumps and tiny thorns… Yet she wanted to make it work.

Please don't let me have gotten the wrong impression.

"Actually, I've been giving this some thought. The rent is kind of high and I'd love if I was able to have a roommate to split it…" Hinata giggled and Sakura stopped lying. It was hopeless. She saw right through it.

"I would love rooming with you Sakura-san, if that's what you're offering." Hinata touched her hand gently and Sakura almost felt like crying.

"Thank you."
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A/N: Hmmm… Was that homoerotic subtext? Only time will tell ~