Tayuya's Return deeply affected Temari. Her mind kept fluttering with thoughts of the past, so much so she lost balance and crashed into a trash can. Temari rubbed her bruised ribs, a voice from behind her caught her off guard. "Temari-nee." It was Hinata, she had seen Temari fall and tried to help her. Temari slapped away her hand and picked herself up. "I don't need help from someone like you." She spit at Hinata and walked away. "Stupid bitch needs to learn her place." She grabbed her ribs again as they throbbed with pain. A hand on her shoulders made temari whip around and slap the person behind her. "Look Hina…" Tayuya turned back at Temari and glared at her. "Is that any way to treat your former master, Te-ma-ri-chan!" A forceful squeeze to Temari's broken arm made her yelp in pain. Tayuya pulled, lifting her up and pushed her against the wall. The pain from being pulled up from her broken arm and the bruises on her ribs led Temari to whimper in pain. Tayuya gently wrapped her hand around her throat and pulled her into a deep kiss. "My my you sure know how to turn a girl on." Temari pulled away, but Tayuya applied pressure to her neck and held her against the wall. "No no no, my darling. You are not escaping this time." Tayuya pulled out a kunai and began slowly cutting each strap of bandage that covered her thigh. She then flipped the kunai around and applied the cold handle the on Temari's inner thigh. Slowly moving up to her vaginal region Tayuya stopped herself short of insertion. Temari faced away from Tayuya but let a quiet moan escape her pale lips. Tayuya smirked and pulled the kunai away. Tayuya then pulled Temari's face into her view. She then began to lick Temari's neck, quickly going from her cleavage to her collar bone. Kissing softly until she had to brush the hair out of her face. Temari tried to look away again, but Tayuya held her face in place. She then applied her lips softly against her cheeks inching peck by peck until she reached her lips. It began as a soft kiss, as if Temari's lips were fragile enough to break at the slightest touch. It then proceeded to Tayuya's tongue finding its way between those lips. Temari's body, remembering the smooth texture of Tayuya's tongue, enveloped itself around Tayuya. First wrapping its legs around her waist, then her arms around her neck. Finally ending with her tongue rubbing slightly against Tayuya's tongue. When Tayuya finished playing with Temari she dragged her through the alleyway to a nearby housing establishment. Throwing a bag on the table, the man behind her threw a key onto the table and took the bag. Tayuya grabbed the key and continued to drag Temari down a hallway. Temari still in a trance followed blindly, until they came to a stop near the rear of the building. Tayuya pushed her into the room and laid her on the bed. Temari's head screamed to stop herself, but her body just acted obediently. Tayuya then got on top of her when the sound of a vibrating buzz came from Tayuya's left pocket. Temari turned away blushing, the images of dirty objects rushed through her mind. Tayuya pulled out a cell phone and spoke to the unknown person. "Hello" she said in a depressed contempt voice. A mixture of confusing What's and How's came from Tayuya's mouth. Temari laid there patiently waiting for a new order. Tayuya got up and walked to the door. She sighed and said "Wait her my little love slave I'll be right back." With that she left the Temari there, wet and confused.
The silence in the room made the next thirty-minutes unbearable. With the silence came personal thought, and at this juncture Temari's guilt had set in. Should she be doing this. Her time being prisoner of Tayuya had led her to have unsorted feelings towards her, feelings which she obviously still has. Could this endless cycle of torment from her heart be the only thing in her life worth living for. She had already ruined gaara's relationship with Hinata. She was selfish and her selfish act had led to gaara being in the hospital. Temari sought the refuge of a razor. The physical act of tormenting her nerves by slicing at them usually calmed her down. She got up and walked to the bathroom, If she were to stay she needed to shower to think. The creek of the shower handles were a wakeup call for temari. To think she was actually stupid enough to fall for the same tricks. Tayuya wasn't here for her, she wanted something. This time Temari was going to plan her own questioning, and if Tayuya didn't like it then that would be the last of her nuisance. Temari pulls a blade from her headband, behind the metal plate.