Yeah, chapter four's here. Just letting you know, I have it all written out until chapter 7, so if enough people want me to go on, i'll continue putting them up . I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own naruto, as sad as it is.

CHAPTER FOUR

Sakura opened her eyes. She could see a faint light lit before her eyes. She also heard distant voices echoing through her ears. Where was she?

She stood up. She was still naked, yet she still had her towel to protect her. She had been knocked out, and was now lying on a leather seat. She looked around. She was in a car.

She started to panic. What happened? What did he do? Where was she? Was she going to die? The answer, however, never came.

"Hey, love" Taxi boy whispered, sliding into the seat beside her. Ew, now she had a perv next to her. Could things get any worst? The answer was obviously yes.

"Ew get away from me, you pervert!" she cried, panic flashing from her eyes. He only laughed.

"The name's Sasuke, Sakura" he murmured, his breath tickling her wet cheek. Ugh, he must have slobbered over her while she was in La La Land. Oh boy.

"Well, Sasuke, where the hell am I?" she asked politely, hoping he'd take her back if she did. He only chuckled.

"My ass" he joked as he jumped out of the car. She only sat there, stunned. She was going to be here for a loooong time. She heard some voices, and then Sasuke's voice mixed into the conversation. She only understood the words sexy, girl, virgin, and bitch. She was definitely the star of the conversation.

Suddenly, Sasuke's hands slid into the car and pulled her out. She quickly covered herself. "Love, I want you to follow me" he muttered, leading her down a hallway. It reminded her of a nightclub, where it didn't matter what the condition was, and what it looked like. If it had chipped paint, who the hell cared? We just want a party!

Sasuke jabbed a key into the lock and twisted the doorknob. It squeaked open.

"You're going to sleep here for now, 'kay? And we'll give you your meals. No arguments. You're clothes are in the dresser. A girl will come to pick up your laundry every Tuesday and Friday. You will be given chores every Monday, but for now you don't have to do any. I'll come visit and so will the other girls here. We have a party every Friday and Saturday, kind of like a club. We go shopping every Thursday. If you want clothes, get money. You have to steal money, not work for money. Got it, rich girl?" Sasuke explained, grinning all the while. Sakura just nodded. She had nothing to say.

"Oh and by the way," Sasuke added before slipping out the door. "You'll have to deal with it." Click.

Deal with it? Deal with what, is the question. She sat on the hard mattress and thought about what happened. She had no idea where she was, she had no type of communication, she was stranded in the middle of nowhere with strangers, and to top it all off, she was forced to live a different lifestyle. What else could possibly go wrong? A lot of things.

She changed into a pair of worn out Adidas shorts and a t-shirt that said, "Fuck You, Barney". She had no problem wearing the shirt, except that it was stained with a dot of blood. She couldn't believe she had to wear this, but slipped it on anyway. She checked herself in the cracked mirror, and she had to admit, she didn't look so bad.

She looked around at her surroundings. The room was pretty small. In fact, it was the size of her walk-in closet. A Twin-sized bed was shoved against the wall. An old dresser was placed opposite the bed, with a tall, cracked mirror besides it. The walls were gray, along with gray cement flooring. If she had to live in this piece of shit, she would rather "do it" with Sasuke. I mean, really, this was even worst than the servant's quarters!

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She grabbed the doorknob and twisted it with her remaining force. She found herself facing a skinny girl. Great, she thought, more weirdos. How exciting. She let the girl into the room and quietly closed the door. The girl faced her. She had shot, blonde hair tied up in two buns. Her face was pale, thought it had a hint of pink. Her black eyes flashed back at her as she stared into them. Her frame was "anorexic-much", but it didn't matter. If she gained a few more pounds, it would ruin her looks.

The girl stuck her hand out. "Hey, the name's Temari" she said joyfully, a smile crawling up her face.

"Sakura" Sakura mumbled as she stared into the girl's eyes. She smiled.

"Are you the new girl?" she asked, flipping her hair in the process.

"Sure, you can call me that" Sakura said, her face starting to relax. She wasn't so bad after all.

"Oh…I guess I'll have to warn you…" Temari said, her face tensed up.

"Warn me? About what?" Sakura asked her questioningly. This was starting to creep her out.

"Well, you see…this place isn't an ordinary hide out…" Temari started, her face turning a shade of crimson red. Sakura was so confused that she even mixed up her own name with Temari's. However, Temari continued on.

"Sasuke and his other 'friends' abduct girls and well…rape them. If they like them, they can stay and live like the rest of us. However, if they hate them…they die." Temari explained. "I am one of the people who Sasuke liked, so I can stay. The thing is, if you stay, you can't run away. If you get caught, like many people here did, you will die, OR if you're lucky you will get another chance. He'll probably bust a move on you tomorrow night. If you want, I can give you hints on how to survive it, 'cause it is NOT fun." Temari said, her face giving a hint of sadness. Sakura merely nodded. Temari continued on.

"Dinner will be in 5 minutes. It's beef stew and garlic bread. I'm not really hungry, but I'm going to go to my room. I'll see you tomorrow. The room's 10." Temari clarified and left the small room, leaving Sakura to think alone. She definitely needed help. She couldn't survive on her own, you know.

Then she remembered: her family and friends. She remembered last night, and how she had planned on going shopping with Ino today. She remembered her morning fight with her mother, and she remembered how Mr. Orochimaru had threatened to do something to her tomorrow. Oh well, at least she would avoid that.

Sakura lay back on the hard mattress and closed her eyes. She may have had a rough day, but she knew one thing: she had to get out of there.