Hell

Sakura POV

There are good weeks, bad weeks, weeks, where you want to die and weeks where you wish, you had never been born.

The week where I started my new job as Sasuke´s personal bimbo, was the worst of my life. Every morning he waited for me, tossed his bags into my arms and dragged me to school. Gaara and Hinata were, how should I call it, appalled, when I walked past them and didn´t even give a word of explanation. I had to make stupid faces and gestures for them to understand that I wasn´t doing this voluntarily.

Uchiha sat next to me, in every lesson possible. He was practically glued to me, but to his fanclub I was the bitch. I mean, I carried his bags, wrote his essays and notes, I was being awfully nice to him. They didn´t know I was being blackmailed and forced so I ignored their withering glances.

There was no way I could fall lower and harder. From Sasuke hater, to Sasuke fangirl, in less than a week. He had proved his superiority, I was being humiliated. Oh God, you are so cruel to me.

Of course, Uchiha didn´t protect me, as he had told me, but I was left alone, as long as he was at my side and he was most of the time. At lunch time, he dragged me to the cafeteria and had me feed him his lunch. I could have died on the spot from embarrassment.

The whole week, I was at his heel, obeying his every wish and order, making a total idiot of myself. When I told Gaara and Hinata on the phone, he threatened to wring his neck and Hinata adviced me to go the my aunt or the teachers. My best female friend´s plan was easily thwarted. Gaara´s intentions weren´t so easily calmed. He was scary enough to freeze Uchiha into an icicle with a mere frown, but I knew, if he tried, I was dead. Uchiha would think of more humiliations, much worse than feeding him or carrying his bags. I really didn´t need that. The teachers would get us to talk, and then leave us alone, as we were old enough to settle our own arguments. I would be even more screwed than I already was, so I kept silent.

On friday, when I thought my nightmare had finally ended, he dragged me to his house and had me clean his room. I always imagined he was a neat and clean guy. Well, so much for my nonexistent imagination. The room was a mess. Clothes, pizza and garbage everywhere. I was charmed, I tell you. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen and I am really not a neat person either.

I was under the firm suspicion that he had left his room to rot on purpose, so I would have a much more disgusting time when cleaning it and that wasn´t even all of it. He had me clean the mess, wearing the most scandalous maid costume I had ever seen. It was short and slutty and well, everything I would never want to wear. And he listened to Metallica while I was doing it. I swear, he was playing that on purpose. I hate Metallica.

So much for "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling Stones. I had no sympathy whatsoever. Sasuke was the devil and I had no choice but to lick his ass.

Sasuke POV

The best idea in my whole life had been to use Haruno as my very own private slave. Seriously, I have never had such a pleasant week before.

I had her carry my bags, do my homework, make notes and essays, feed me at lunch and so much more. She was clearly pissed, I was pleased.

She did everything I told her to, with a smile on her lips. My fangirls were less than thrilled, but didn´t lay a hand on her, as long as I was around, however, if looks could kill, Sakura would have died every five minutes or so.

Like I said, the best week of my life.

On Friday, she ran away from me. Normally she would wait until I had gathered my stuff, then carry it for me but right after the bell rang, she packed and ran. No joke, she dashed out of the classroom before anyone had reached the door. I outran her easily.

"Where do you think you´re going, Haruno?", I asked, mildly amused.

"Home. Week´s over. I´m not your slave anymore." She almost started running again but I stopped her.

"Do please enlighten me. When did we agree on a time limit?", I asked, savoring the stupid look on her face.

She was horrified yet again. I really hope she didn´t think, this would be over in a week. It would never be over.

"You´re my slave for life, until I say otherwise. I´ll release you, when I see fit to release you. Got it?" She nodded. I caught her arm and dragged her to my car.

"Get in...", I said.

Reluctantly, she did as I had ordered. "Where are we going?"

"My place. You´ve got stuff to do..."

Now that was the understatement of the year. I hadn´t cleaned my room for ages and just a few days ago, I had had a party with Naruto and a few friends. It looked worse since then.

Sakura gaped when she saw the house and when James, our Butler, opened the door with a bow and a "Welcome back, Master Sasuke." Yeah, the mansion was big, but so what? Nothing special about it, just perhaps the humongous kitchen and the pool in the garden and the very own forest behind the house and yeah...We Uchihas have always been rich.

We climbed the stairs to the first floor and entered my room. I tried to look at it through her eyes. Garbage, clothes, video games, pizza boxes everywhere. Oh, I was sure she was thrilled.

"You want me...to clean...this...", she seemed to be looking for the most insulting word, "...filthy, disgusting...mess?" Clearly, she hadn´t found the word she was looking for.

I threw a dress at her. "No. I want you to wear that dress and then clean this filthy, disgusting mess."

She held it in front of herself and frowned. "You want me to clean your room, wearing the sluttiest maid costume of all times?"

"Yeah."

I sat on my bed, throwing everything down in the process that was disturbing me. "I would start if I were you. After 8 pm, I am not allowed to use the car anymore. You would have to spend the night here...with me..." I had just told a barefaced lie. I could use the car whenever I wanted, since no one was there to tell me otherwise.

Sakura, however, seemed to believe every word, because she rushed to the bathroom and didn´t even take a minute to change her clothes. When she came back, I took a moment to appreciate the view. She looked particularly delicious in that dress, wearing fishnet pantyhose. Her legs were endlessly long in those. That dress didn´t leave anything to my imagination. One look between her breasts and I knew they would be perfect for some...oh, what am I thinking?

"Have you leered enough?", she asked irritably.

"Never, now get working. By the way, while we are here, in my home, you will address me as "Master"."

She mumbled something, quietly, so I didn´t understand it, but I had heard it nonetheless. "Go blow yourself, fucking wanker..." If she said something along those lines into my face, I would have her blow me for real. At least her dirty mouth would be stuffed and she wouldn´t have the chance to open it to insult me again.

Sakura put her hands on her hips, sighed and then started getting my clothes from the floor. Every time she got socks or underwear she would pull a disgusted face, but after she realized I wasn´t giving her any attention whatsoever, she simply did her task. I, on the other hand, had been paying attention to her, or rather to a special body part that was revealed to me, every time she had to bow down to get the clothes.

Sakura chucked my clothes into a corner, threw all the garbage into another and everything else she got into her hands was thrown into yet another corner. I wondered. She did have a strange way of cleaning rooms.

When she crawled under my bed to pull out various things, I had to keep myself from slapping her ass. Damn, it was so much fun just sitting on my bed and watching her.

After half on hour, she had sorted out most of the chaos that was my room.

"Oh, master...", she said sarcastically. "Where can I find a broom and a swab? And perhaps also trash bags and laundry basket..."

I didn´t like the way she talked to me one bit, so I answered coldly: "On your knees and then perhaps, I might be in the mood to tell you..."

Sakura was seething with anger. She gritted her teeth and doubled her fists. I thought she would jump me and beat the shit out of me, but instead, she went down on one knee like a good little slave and asked: "Tell me, master...please..." Adding the please had surely cost her a lot of nerves.

"Ask the butler...", I aswered, not even sparing her a glance.

Sakura Haruno stormed out of my room and I got up to play some music. She pulled a face yet again, when she returned. What had I done now?

"Is that really necessary?", she asked.

"What?"

"Metallica."

"You don´t like them?" I grinned and turned the music louder. "One more reason to listen to them." A penny for her thoughts. Surely it was something along the lines of: "I will kill this bastard!" She would die trying.

Sakura sat on the floor and started to put the dirty clothes into the basket. "Stand, while doing your work!", I ordered.

She got up, now really irritated and put the laundry in the basket. Then she tossed it out. James would wash the clothes later. She proceeded with collecting the trash, putting it in the bags and then she tossed that out too. James had a lot to do today.

After she had finished that, she cleared out my wardrobe. Ok, I already decided for myself. She just had to tidy my room again, in a much shorter dress.

My eyes followed her everywhere she went. I never thought it would be so much fun to order people around, especially her. She hadn´t pulled anymore funny or disgusted faces, she also stopped to insult me. She simply did what I had told her to do, with the out most care. Sakura turned around after she had finished wiping the floor and frowned.

"Get up...", she demanded.

"Why should I?"

"Need to chance your bed sheets...", she mumbled.

Ok, I couldn´t really argue with that, so I just did what she asked. After she had also finished that task, she got down on her knees, without me having to ask and said: "I´ve finished everything you wanted me to do, master. May I go home now?"

Her voice sounded somewhat resigned and tired. I looked at my clock. I was almost 7.30. She had cleaned for 3 hours.

I had just been sitting on my bed, watching her and having fun and then it struck me. It was Friday, I had no plans and I was alone at home. Like on so many other weekends. I was always alone at home. My brother wasn´t living with us anymore. My parents were always busy, working, traveling around the world. I was done complaining, but living alone in a very big mansion with just a stiff butler as my companion bored the hell out of me. I looked for an excuse, so she would stay. In 30 minutes, I wouldn´t use the car anymore. (At least that´s what she was thinking.)

"Have you finished my homework?"

She groaned in frustration: "Sasuke, please. I need to go home. My sister has been alone all day and I´m sure she was too lazy to cook something for herself. If I don´t go home, my parents will kill me."

"Call..." I tossed my phone at her.

"I can´t stay here. My mother would kill me!"

"Tell her you are staying with Hinata because of some upcoming assignment." I wasn´t letting her go. She would stay here, end of discussion.

Sakura gave up after giving me a very evil glance.

While she called her sister, I believe her name was Serena, I went to my wardrobe and pulled out some shorts and a very big T-shirt for her. From my private bathroom, I took a new toothbrush. I had plenty of those. Naruto never ever brought clothes or toothbrushes when he stayed over.

I pushed the things into her arms and asked her if she was hungry. She replied with a simple nod.

"Then get changed. We are both hungry..."

Without another word, Sakura went into my bathroom, almost mechanically. It was as if I really had broken her. She had just given up, after all that bold and gutsy talk of hers. Ok, either she was that much of a pussy or I was that much of an asshole. Really, I asked myself if I wasn´t exagerating the whole thing and normally I am not a person, that´s dictated by his conscience. But then again, perhaps she was just trying to keep my good mood up, because she was afraid of what I was capable of doing to her. She was staying at my place. We were completely alone. I wouldn´t wonder if she thought I was going to rape her. Every other girl would think so. Funny that, I wasn´t interested in sex, at least not with her.

I just wanted some company. Today, I really just wanted another human being with me that wasn´t going to try getting into my pants. When Ino came into this room, she walked out with a limb. When other girls came into my house at all, when I actually let them in, it was because I was horny. Sakura Haruno would be the first girl ever to walk into my house and get out of it, without spending some time in my bed.

While walking down the stairs to the kitchen, my eyes were focused on her ass and thighs. Damn it! I wasn´t horny at all. I didn´t want to sleep with her. But then, why was I checking her out like some slut who came to my house with the only purpose of getting laid? I would have to control my hormones some more.

Sakura walked into my kitchen and immediately started to look for the utensils she would need. Apparently, she had deduced herself that she was the one doing the cooking.

After rummaging around in the frigde for a while, she asked: "What do you want?"

I coughed and she tried again: "What would you like to eat, master?"

"You...?"

"I´m not on the menu!"

I grinned at her: "Well then, rice with tomatoes."

She frowned. "Can´t I just make pasta with some kind of tomatoe and cream sauce?"

"Make gnocchi with tomatoe and cream sauce."

She started cooking.

It took her only half an hour to cook dinner for us and I had to admit she was a good cook. The food was simply divine. I didn´t waste time telling her that, though. I enjoyed my dinner.

"How did you do that without a recipe?"

"It´s my favourite meal...", she simply answered.

"Mine too..."

I wouldn´t have thought we had anything more in common than our perseverance.

Sakura cleaned the dishes without complaining and then returned with me to my room, where she did her and my homework and I sat on my bed, playing some PS3 games with myself. It sounds silly, I know, but it had been a long time since I had had so much fun. Of course, normal people woudn´t call being alone with a girl that totally hates one fun, but I enjoyed myself. Having a slave was rather pleasant, indeed. Or perhaps I was just looking for a way to say that it was refreshing to have a girl in my company that didn´t burn holes in my pants, or started drooling when she saw me. Haruno didn´t have any ulterior motives for being here. I was forcing her.

I never wanted to be rich, or good looking or popular. I was born that way and the popularity came from my looks. Girls were always after my money, my body, my beautiful face. They never paid attention to the real me. None of them even cared, so I used them to my heats content. It was what they wished for anyway.

"I´m done, master."

"Good. Wanna play a bit?" Before she could frown at me, I pointed at my PS3. She looked from me to my TV and back. I could practically read her thoughts. It´s weekend, it´s half past nine so why not?

We played for at least two hours and she was good. She owned my ass pretty badly while playing Tekken. But perhaps, she was that good because she was imagining it was me who she was beating.

At 12 o´clock, the pink haired girl next to me yawned. We had been watching Saw 4 for an hour now and she seemed to be bored out of her mind. She really wasn´t like most girls. Most girls would throw themselves at me and scream and shriek and start to cry because it was so scary. Sakura yawned, rolled her eyes, even laughed and kept making stupid comments about the movie. They weren´t none to flattering either.

The movie was almost finished when something fell upon my shoulder. It was her head. She had fallen asleep. Damn, if Saw bored her shitless then what the hell was she used to seeing at home?

In the middle of the night then, after we both had fallen asleep, I felt her cuddling me. She was sighing very happily, rubbing her cheek against my chest. What the hell?

While she was deep and soundly asleep, she put her arms around me and mumbled something. I had to wake up some more to actually understand her.

"Sai..."

And after that, she started rubbing her body against mine. Her hand stroked its way tenderly from my chest, down below my boxers, into them. That´s when I really woke up, because I was getting freaking horny. I pulled her had out and jumped out of bed. Her touching had turned me on a great deal. Well, the bathroom was the only place I could go. I used it to relieve myself and to think a little.

Who the hell was Sai?

Hey Guys^^

I´m back with the next chapter. From here on it could take me up to two weeks or a month to update. School ist starting next week on Tuesday. You won´t believe it, but I am actually glad. I was bored out of my mind in the holidays.

Puh, Sakura, you wimp. You are surrendering too fast. What the hell is wrong with you?

Sakura: I know when fighting is futile unless some person I know. *giving me a mocking glance*

Me: Hey, what´s that supposed to mean?

Sasuke: It means that you never know how and when to stop...*snorts*

Me: You so sure about that? Kukukukukuku, fine, you two just have to do some major H stuff in the next chapter.

Sasuke and Sasuke: NOOOOOOOO!

Me: *ignores them* See ya guys ^^

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