You'll never guess what. I found a total of 5 grammatical errors in the last chapter. IT HURT MY BRAIN! I've fixed them all now, but seriously... Heart attack of the week. So if you see any other grammatical errors anywhere in this story, please please tell me :)

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I'll Never Say

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Pain and Desire

Sakura POV

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My breath caught in my throat, and I pressed back harder against the tent as he walked towards me. My mouth was forming silent "no's", begging him to leave me. I couldn't move back any further, and instead opted to curl my knees up in front of my body.

"Whether you want to or not, Sakura, it's either me or them," he said, lowering himself to his knees before me so that we were at eye level. He moved closer to me slowly, and my hands fumbled along the ground, looking for something to defend myself with. His face was getting closer to mine, and I could feel his hot breath fanning over my cheeks. He was barely inches from me when my fingers latched onto a kunai handle. I raised it up, holding it against his throat, daring him to come closer and feel the bite of the blade. He smirked at me then. "Try all you want, Sakura. I can see in your eyes that you are no killer."

"You'll be surprised at what lengths a person will go to when tested," I hissed back, the threat evident.

"I'm not going to rape you, Sakura. This is for your own good. I know that you know that. This is to protect you from far worse treatment that you would otherwise receive. If you are so intent upon escaping, then by all means kill me. I only pray for your sake that the next soldier who captures you will be this understanding."

I was shaking. Quivering. Quaking shakes reverberated right through my body. I was so afraid I could hardly breathe. And the worst of all of it? I knew he was right. I was no killer, and he had already proven that he could be patient with me… Sort of. He could see my fear, and took advantage of my moment of hesitation.

His lips pressed lightly against mine, soft and undemanding. I could feel my resolve quickly disintegrating. My grip on the kunai waned until it clattered to the floor. He brushed it aside, and moved himself closer to my body, leaning in to the kiss. I didn't return it, for I knew that as soon as I did, it would spell my undoing. He was insistent, though, and deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine. I kept my eyes open, but that didn't seem to help me. He was just so… Beautiful. I heard a growl in his chest when I refused to respond, so he lifted me up to sit on his lap. I gasped at the bold movement, and he took that moment to dart his tongue into my mouth. The sensation of his muscle exploring my mouth was strange. It felt like an intrusion, but it felt good. Both unnatural and normal at the same time. My will was crumbling before my eyes, and before I knew it, I was hesitatingly returning his kiss, closing my eyes and giving in to his advances.

My arms wound around his neck and I fisted some of his hair. His hands held my waist, pulling me closer to him. If nothing else, at least he was a good kisser. He slowly edged my pants off, and I broke out into a sweat. He had my consent to go through with this, but whether I wanted it or not was a completely different matter. He broke from the kiss, and put his mouth against my ear.

"I'm going to try and make you as comfortable with this as possible. It's still going to hurt, but I can do some things to lessen that."

I was about to ask him what he meant, when I felt a finger enter me. I gasped in shock, and buried my face into the crook at his shoulder. It didn't hurt, it felt surprisingly pleasant. Almost enjoyable.

"Try to relax, Sakura. I need your cooperation for this to be more comfortable for you." He slowly started to move his finger, and my body shuddered at the sensation. I pressed my lips shut, forcing myself to hold back a groan. Instead, I tried to concentrate on relaxing myself, and not on the pleasure that was working itself between my thighs. His lips found mine again, and that helped me to relax my whole body. I basically melted into his arms. I was quickly responding to his ministrations. My traitorous body was going wild, suffocating my common sense. I shouldn't have been reacting to him the way I was, but my mind was going foggy with lust. I dully registered that he entered another finger into my body, and wouldn't have noticed it if it wasn't for a slight sharp pain and a tenfold increase in the pleasure. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped from my mouth, and my face flushed when I realised that the animalistic sound was made by me. I tried to pull back, covering my mouth in embarrassment, before he used his free hand to lower my mine, and reclaim my lips.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sakura," he rasped against my lips, while entering a third finger. I started to feel a knot in my lower abdomen. It was coiling tighter and tighter, like a snake, and my hips were responding to him, grinding against his hand, coaxing his fingers to go deeper. Sin shouldn't have felt that good. His fingers were moving faster, I could see stars behind my eyelids. When he curled his fingers inside of me, I almost lost control, and instead let out a noise somewhere between a squeak and a groan. I felt him smirk against my lips, before pulling out his fingers. I almost cried as the sensation was lost, and immediately started to grind against the lump in his pants, seeking relief from the emptiness.

He smirked again, and removed my tunic. I could have cared less. Screw saving myself and my virtue. Gods above forgive me, but I needed it. I needed him. He lifted up my body, and I curled my legs around his waist, before he moved me over to his pallet, and lay me on my back on top of the covers. His lips lowered themselves over mine once again, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he removed his pants.

He broke away from the kiss, and I felt him position himself at my entrance. "Ready?" He asked softly, and I nodded my head, closing my eyes in a lame attempt to drown out the impending agony. He slowly pushed himself inside of me, and I whimpered at the growing pain, clutching his arms and burying my face back into his shoulder. At one stage, he stopped, before pulling out slightly and thrusting the full way in. I felt a tearing inside of me, and cried out at the unexpected agony, tears gathering in my eyes. He pulled my face away, and wiped away the tears, waiting for me to adjust. I tried to pull away from him, tried to get away from the pain, but he held me firmly to himself, telling me to just wait a moment, wait for the pain to subside. Within a few minutes, it started to fade, instead to be replaced by a pleasure that far outweighed the one brought on by his fingers. I groaned, and started to move my hips, begging for some form of friction, which he gave, pulling out and pushing himself back in. The pleasure and pain both made me moan, loudly, but I could have cared less. He started to go faster, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside of me, and the pain once again started to outweigh the pleasure. I gasped once it started to become unbearable, and he stopped.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked me.

"Yes," I breathed, tears falling again.

"Hn." He started to kiss me again, and moved one of his hands down to where our bodies connected. He found a spot on me, and started to rub it, and I groaned as pleasure shot back through my body, bucking my hips slightly. "Better?" He question, and I nodded my head, silently pleading with him to keep going. He did, pulling himself back out and going back to the pace he had set before, rubbing the bundle of nerves the whole while. I could feel that coil getting tighter and tighter within me, and he seemed to find it harder to move in me, but he somehow managed to go faster, hitting a spot inside of me that brought indescribable pleasure.

He kissed me again, groaning against my lips. Removing his hand from my spot, he put it under my waist, angling me up so as to go deeper and deeper, further inside of me than I thought a man could go. All the pain seemed to have disappeared, and there was nothing except the man before me, with me, inside of me. I even forgot my previous hatred for him as I started to gasp out his name, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts, begging for him to hit that intensely pleasurable spot inside of me again and again. The knot inside of me tightened to an incredible degree, and before I could help it, it snapped, sending rippling waves of pleasure through my body. White lights erupted behind my eyes. I groaned out Sasuke's name in ecstasy, pressing my body flush against his, trying to keep him as deep inside me as he would go.

He came a few thrusts after me, and in turn groaned my name in passion, panting in the wake of his release. Sweat rolled off his body like glistening diamonds.

"Oh Gods," I moaned, coming down from my high. "Oh Gods…" I slumped back onto the pallet, and he pulled himself out of me, rolling onto his side and looking at me, wiping the bangs off my face. He pulled my body close against his, kissing my forehead. I snuggled into his chest, winding my arms around him. He, in turn, put his hands around my waist.

"I'd ask to go again, but you'll be sore when you wake up as it is. I suggest you try to sleep for now," he said softly, resting his chin on top of my head.

I nodded in agreement, before closing my eyes and falling easily into a peaceful slumber.

Normal POV

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Sakura woke up the next morning, a strange aching in her pelvis. She felt Sasuke's body next to her, and felt his member brush her thigh. She sat up in shock, before memories of last night came rushing back to her, mainly from the sharp pain in her most private of areas. Remembering that, she sighed and lay back down into Sasuke's embrace, curling against his side. Now that she was awake, she couldn't stop tossing last night's events in her mind. Sakura felt incredibly guilty because of it. She had slept with a man out of wedlock! For a just cause, by her standards, but who knew if her future husband would understand it? That is, if she would be able to get a husband now. One of the biggest virtues in having a new bride is being able to take her virginity. Knowing that she is untainted by another man. Being able to give yourself completely to the man you hope to spend the rest of your life with is one of the highest of honours, and now she would never be able to do that.

But strangely, she couldn't bring herself to regret last night. Sasuke, she could easily admit, was an incredible lover, even if she had no one to compare him to, apart from Neji. But Neji and Sakura had never gone further than a few stolen kisses.

She watched as one of Sasuke's eyes opened, and he smirked at the roseate. "I apologize for hurting you last night, but know that most of the others would actually try to cause you pain if they had you."

Sakura nodded, forgiving him. He sat up and reached for his shirt, slipping it over his head. "I have to go out and address the men, speak with the general, etcetera. I'll be back later tonight. I'll have Juugo guard you again, he should be coming sometime within the hour. Do not, under any circumstance, leave this tent. The loss of your virtue may have lessened your chances of the men raping you, but it has not extinguished it completely." Sakura nodded at him as he got dressed and swung his sword over his shoulder. He knelt before her, before kissing her softly, lingering on her lips. "Don't leave this tent," he whispered one last time, before exiting. Her eyes followed him, before she slumped back down under the sheets, falling immediately back to sleep.

She awoke a short while later, the sound of hushed voices meeting her ear. She sat up, holding a sheet over her chest, and watched as shadows slid over the tent. Before she knew what was happening, that man, Tsumi, had snuck into the tent, his gaze looking over her body hungrily. She shuffled back, fear in her eyes. He started to speak.

"Just because Sasuke is a prince, doesn't mean he gets the prize all to himself. He should learn to share," he licked his lips, before snatching her up, blanket and all, and ran from the tent, a group of eight or so men behind him.

"No!" She cried, tears falling. "No, please let me go! Sasuke will kill you for this! Let me go!" She was hitting his back and kicking his chest, seeing as she was thrown carelessly over one shoulder.

"Shut up, whore, else you might not be able to walk away." His words registered in her mind, and she started to cry, the tears falling from her eyes and spattering on the ground.

"Please let me go," she begged, frightened for her life. Where was Juugo? Why wasn't he helping her? Why wasn't he saving her? Where was Sasuke? Why did he have to leave that morning? Why couldn't he have stayed? He had been wrong. Those brutes, those bastards who wrapped themselves in a glamour and called themselves men, they didn't care whether she was a virgin or not. The previous night had been pointless. She tried to comfort herself with the knowledge that at least the brutes wouldn't be getting her virginity, but it did little to alleviate the horror of the situation.

They took her to a deserted part of the forest, and dumped her on the ground. She stared up at them with wide eyes, scrambling away from them as quickly as she could. Her back hit a tree, and she looked around desperately, trying to find an escape. There was none. They had her surrounded.

The boor named Tsumi was talking to his men. "There's no fun in her, now that Sasuke Sama has played with her. I say we teach her a lesson for leaving us deprived the other night."

The other men agreed with him, and they circled the roseate. She looked up at them with frightened, pleading emeralds. Tsumi was the first to hit her, and the blow sent her reeling. Another kicked her, so that she was pushed against another, who spat on her and slapped her. The abuse lasted for hours. Biting, kicking, hitting, punching, kicking, scratching… They did it all. If she tried to fight back, they would take out a knife and slice a part of her body, either on her stomach, her arms or her legs. If she tried to hold in a scream, they would gang up on her, and beat her 'til the agony was too much. The sun was setting once they were finally satisfied, and they walked away, laughing, leaving Sakura huddled on the ground. She felt faint. All she could feel was blood. All she could see was blood. All she could taste was blood. Her blood. Filling her mouth, coating her stomach, crying down her arms and legs. She couldn't move. Not without inducing agony. She wanted nothing more than to go home. To fall in to the comfort of Neji's arms.

She curled up, groaning at the agony that that motion made. She wondered if any of her bones had been broken, but somehow didn't think so; maybe just a few dislocations. She watched the red sun sink, and shuddered at its meaning, more tears spilling. A red sun: Bloodshed. She knew not how long she lay there, but the night was cold, and the moon was a black smudge, high in the sky. A new moon. No light to ease the darkness.

Sakura saw a torchlight emerge from the darkness, and she shuffled back into the tree, terrified that those brutes had come back to continue their sport.

"Sakura?"

She knew that voice. It was Sasuke's.

"Sakura, if you can hear me, then answer me!"

"S… Sasuke…" She groaned pitifully, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Her throat was hoarse from screaming, but she coughed slightly and tried to speak louder. "Sasuke…" It was speaking level, but it was loud enough. The torchlight came closer.

"Sakura? Is that you?"

She drew in a deep breath, before raising her voice as loud as it would go. "Sasuke!" That outcry seemed to destroy what little energy she had, and she slumped back onto the ground, drawing in gasping breaths. He was beside her in a moment, wrapping her into his arms.

"I told you not to leave the tent," he scolded, angry.

She just shook her head. "Didn't…" she mumbled. He took off his shirt and dressed her in it, cradling the girl in his arms and picking her up, carrying her back to his tent. Sakura's whole body ached with every movement, and she scrunched her eyes up in pain, trying to stop herself from making any noise. They got back to his tent, and he started to wash the grime off her body, removing the blood from her mouth, stomach, legs, arms, shoulders and chest, where the men had either sliced, bitten or scratched her. She whimpered, crying with pain when he had to rub to remove the dried blood from some of the more tender areas.

"Stupid, stupid girl," he kept muttering, and that was part of the reason for her tears. It wasn't her fault! She had stayed in the tent, just as he told her to. They had come into the tent and taken her. She wanted to tell him this, but she had lost the ability to talk. She wished that they would just kill her and have it over with. Anything was better than living in that hell. He finished cleaning her, and lay her down on his pallet. "Sleep. I'll stay here the night."

And she did just that. Her sleep was riddled with nightmares full of blood, pain, hungry eyes and cackling men. But it was sleep. She could wake from it.

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When she woke, it was with hesitation. Sakura raised her head, and saw Sasuke sitting on the opposite side of the tent.

"I told you not to leave my tent," he said, venom in his voice.

Tears welled up again, and she swallowed some saliva. "I didn't. They took me from your tent."

"Why should I believe you?"

"I wouldn't have left your tent dressed in a mere sheet." He nodded, accepting her excuse. "Why did you come looking for me?" She asked him. She was genuinely curious.

"Juugo came to me and told me you weren't in the tent. I thought you had tried to escape, and knew you wouldn't have gotten far without another soldier taking you. Who was it that did that to you?"

She closed her eyes, trying to stop the onslaught of memories from invading her head. "I don't know all of their names," she whispered, tears falling again.

"How many were there?"

She shook her head. "Eight? Nine? I don't know. I only remember that man… Tsumi… He's the one who grabbed me." She hid her face in her hands, weeping from the physical and emotional pain. Sakura was carefully lifted into his arms, and she cried out in pain, before burying her face in his chest and crying harder. He slowly stroked her hair, not saying anything, just letting her cry out her pain.

"Tomorrow, we'll be heading back to Otogakure. This war has dragged on long enough, and I miss my home. You will be coming with us."

She shook her head again. "Please, let me go back to Konoha. Let me go back home." All she wanted was to go back to the arms of Neji, and make sure that Hinata was alright. She didn't want to go back to Otogakure as a spoil of war.

"No. You are staying with me," he said with finality, and she wept harder.

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A few hours later, Sakura was lying back on the pallet, wrapped in Sasuke's arms. They heard footsteps approach, and she cringed into his chest. A giant of a man entered the tent, and he had the same voice as Juugo.

"I can stay here, sir, whilst you go and deal with the others," he said, and Sasuke nodded, disentangling himself from the girl.

"Juugo won't leave your side, Sakura. I'll be back in a few hours." He walked from the tent, katana over his shoulder. She watched him leave, before flinging her eyes back to Juugo, who sat down on the opposite side of the tent.

"I'm so sorry I didn't save you, miss. I must have gotten here five minutes after they left. If you choose to hate me, I won't blame you. I failed to do my job. I failed to protect you. I pray you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

She didn't trust herself to speak, so she only nodded. Sakura wished he was there to save her, but then again, he wasn't. That's what happens, and no amount of tears was going to change that fact.

They sat there in silence for a while, before she found her voice. "Where has Sasuke gone?" She asked Juugo quietly. He had been gone for over an hour, and he hadn't said where he was going.

Juugo sighed. "He has gone to take care of Tsumi and his men. Normally, the men won't get punished for attacking women, but Tsumi also broke into Sasuke Sama's tent, and took you when he'd had orders not to. Sasuke has to punish them, probably with a few lashes, lest other men get it into their heads that they can come and claim you whenever they wish to." He leaned back. "Such is the life of a soldier. 'Tis another reason why we head back to Oto. The men are becoming restless, unruly. Every day becomes a struggle to keep them under control."

She took a deep breath. "Why must I return with you to Oto, Juugo? I miss my home. I miss my Lady. I have nothing to offer you, and if you pull out of this war, then there is no point in you knowing my Lady's whereabouts. I hardly have any valuable information to give back to Konoha. Please allow me to go home." She felt a tear slide down her cheek. How she missed her Lady, Neji… her father. She hadn't had any time to mourn for him, and she could feel that eating away at her heart. His death played itself over and over in her mind; the look of horror, and the pain carved into his usually peaceful features was now embedded in her memory. Her father was her only family. Sakura's mother had died in childbirth, and her father had taken care of her her whole life. He had raised the girl, loved her. He had been good to her. He was a good man. He hadn't deserved his death. "Please let me go home, Juugo. Please," she begged, voice barely raised higher than a murmur. Juugo merely shook his head, his fiery locks swinging back and forth.

"It is out of my hands, miss. Sasuke approaches. I take my leave." He walked from the tent, and she turned over, not wanting Sasuke to see her tears. She heard as he entered the tent, and she felt him lie down next to her.

"Why do you cry?" He asked, trying to turn the girl over.

"For reasons far too complicated for one such as yourself to understand," she breathed, trying to regain control of her emotions. But it seemed that as soon as her tears started to fall, they wouldn't stop. It was like trying to hold back a flood through sheer willpower. She refused to face him.

"Tell me," he ordered, and she sighed at his insistence.

"Please let me go home, Sasuke. I have nothing further to offer you. Let me go back and pick up whatever pieces of my life I can scavenge. You have taken nearly everything from me, and I haven't had the time to mourn. I just want to go back home. Please." Her tears fell faster, and her shoulders started to shake with the force of her sobbing. The losses she had suffered in the past few days were all catching up to her, and she could do nothing but cry.

Sakura heard him sigh behind her, before wrapping his arms around her waist. "Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't. I need to know the location of your mistress. And although you may not realise it, you do know important things about this camp. For example, I'm here. And that my men are becoming unruly. And the location of this camp. I can't let you go. You must stay with me. You won't be uncomfortable in Oto." He was trying to reassure the roseate, but she wouldn't be comforted.

"Why are you so insistent upon getting my Lady? She has done nothing! She has a beautiful, kind soul. Leave her be!" Her breath came rapidly from her tumultuous emotions. She loathed the man with her. She loathed his touch, she loathed his affections. She was nothing more than his whore, and that is not how she wanted it to be. She just wanted to be Sakura. Normal Sakura, who served her Lady Hinata for the rest of her days. Fall in love and have one or two children, a boy and a girl.

"And my Yue was just as sweet and innocent!" He growled back at the girl. She cowered at his anger. "She did not deserve death, and yet, she was murdered. By one of the Hyuuga clan. They do not know my pain, having to deal with the loss of a loved one so dear to me. The only way for them to understand is to lose one of their own. You will give that information to me, Sakura. I have to avenge Yue's death." His grip tightened painfully around her waist, so much so that she found it difficult to breathe. She could feel the anger radiating off him, and she felt truly afraid at that moment.

"I'm sorry, Sasuke," She gasped, her hands darting to his as they tried to loosen their suffocating grip. "But surely you wouldn't wish that sort of pain on another? I will give my life for hers if that will make you leave her alone. Just please, do not exact your revenge on her. She wishes for nothing but peace." Instead of loosening, his arms got tighter, and her stomach was aching. It still hadn't recovered from yesterday's assault, and the internal bruising was screaming its protest.

"How could you understand? You are so ignorant. You have no idea how it feels to lose something so precious to you. When your world shatters to pieces and it's an effort to keep breathing. You do not know. You could never understand." His arms were preventing her from breathing, and she had tears falling from her eyes from the pain.

"Sasuke… Please… Let me go… You're hurting me…" she was feeling dizzy, and her breaths were coming in short, painful gasps. Then, by all of the merciful heavens, his death grip waned, and she groaned at the release, curling forward, trying to hold her stomach. "You're wrong," Sakura finally managed to say.

"What do you mean?" He shot back, and she turned over to glare at him.

"I do know how that feels. My father was murdered by your men before my eyes. And you know what the worst part was? I wasn't allowed to go to him. I couldn't comfort him in his last few moments, because if I did, I would lose my Lady as well. I haven't had time to mourn for him, either. Because after that, I was brought before your general, stripped of my pride and self respect, degraded before the eyes of other men, captured by the man who is seeking to slaughter my best friend, lost my virginity to said man, beaten for hours and threatened with the prospect of never seeing my home again. In the space of a few days, you have lost me my home, my father, my virginity, my freedom, my dignity, my honour and my innocence. Don't you dare tell me that I don't know what loss is, because I've lost almost everything."

He studied her with careful eyes, before wiping a tear off her cheek. "Nevertheless, it would be foolish to let you go back. You have no choice in this matter. You will come back with me, and that is final." Sakura lowered her eyes, feeling useless tears brimming again. Arguing was pointless.

"Don't cry," he wiped the tears from her eyes with a gentle hand, before rolling her softly onto her back, and filling her body with his again.

In the camp, nobody noticed as an extra man crept sneakily into the shadows, keeping his presence hidden. He was there for one purpose only: To find Sakura.

Firstly, can I say that I am so. Sorry. I know that I said that I would update every Monday, and I fully intended to do that. Ack... You know how I said that work wouldn't put me on on Mondays, because I asked them not to? I give you one guess to figure out which day they put me on. (Hint, it isn't any of the days between, and including, Tuesday and Sunday.) So then I got home, after figuring out how the taxi system works (I get it now!), and was like "I'm going to post up the next chapter XD"... Only to find that when my mum went to Sydney, she took the only computer that allows me to properly log onto fanfiction. Ugh. So I've had to wait until she got home from Sydney... SHE SAID 5:30! 5:30 DAMNIT! And she got home at... Oh, I don't know... 10:30! . So I'm sorry for making you guys wait for this, but from now on, I will do everything in my power to update on Mondays, and know that if I don't, I have a very good reason why.

I've never, in all my life, found trying to keep in tense so difficult. That was... Ugh. I can't even explain it! It's like, the sentence would be in the right tense, but at the same time it sounded like it wasn't... Although I highly doubt that my inability to differentiate between tenses anymore has anything to do with the fact that it was 12:50 am when I proof read this chapter. Nah... Definitely not.

So yeah, third chapter is here! *dances*. No wait... I shouldn't dance. Someone might get seriously injured O_O

I suck at trying to be funny.

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