Welcome to another chapter! I love everyone for reading and sticking with this for so long. :) Now to take off where we left off.

I decided to be rebellious. "No way are you taping this, un." I told him, slipping my pants back on.

"Now, now, now," he said, broad smile painted on his lips, "you do know what happens when you disobey, right?" My body stiffened and I turned to Kiba. Our eyes met. "It's in your best interest to do as I say, my little slut." I snarled. This was incredibly embarrassing. Without much of a choice, I took off my pants. Again. And closed my eyes. I'll pretend I'm not here, I'll go to my happy place. I slid off my underwear. "Look in the camera." 'He' commanded. I did. "You look lonely, Deidara." 'He' commented, "are you lonely?"

I shook my head. No.

"I think you are. You certainly look lonely. Kiba, why don't you join Dei-chan? Have some fun together, it must be boring just sitting there." He narrowed his eyes, "but don't go too far." His voice was low at that point. A warning not to fuck.

Kiba didn't hesitate to undress and crawl on the bed. He pulled me into his chest, his mouth on my ear. "I won't hurt you," he whispered, "I'll make everything feel better." He licked the shell of my ear, a pleasant tingle presenting itself down my spine. He was definitely keeping his word. Whispering alone made me excited. His warm breath on my ear and neck... to tell the truth, it made me kind of hard.

He traced his finger down my arm, my stomach and then finally, my penis. He softly stroked it. This felt... amazing. I've never been touched this gently there. 'He' doesn't care about me, all he's focused on is himself.

My breath hitched when he engulfed me in his mouth. OH GOD. This feels fantastic! This was the first time anyone has ever put me inside their mouth, and let me tell you, it's an amazing feeling. I let out a loud moan to express my pleasure.

For a little bit, I forgot I was being taped. All I was focused on was Kiba's magic.

"A-ah, I'm g-going to...ahh....unnnnn." I came into his mouth.

"Ah..."

"S-sorry." I apologized. It was on his face, too.

Kiba looked at 'him'. I did too. 'He' shook his head. Kiba closed his eyes and swallowed. He must hate the taste of cum as much as I do...

"Kiba," 'He' said, "get out of the shot." Kiba obeyed. He sat back on the chair he originally occupied before.

'He' changed spots so I was right in front of the camera. "Do as I say."

I nodded.

"Spread your legs." I did. "Show the camera your cock. Spread them more. Farther." I couldn't go any farther!

"Now touch your dick." I tilted my head. "Go on!" I brushed my gloves hands against myself. He smirked. I gently stroked myself, throwing my head back in obvious pleasure as I went faster and faster. You can't blame me, the penis is a very sensitive area! "Go faster!" I did. I was reaching climax now, I didn't bother to open my eyes. In one eye blinding moment, I came in my hand. "Lick it up."

"I'm not swallowing my own cum." I protested. That's just wrong!

"Looks like Kiba thinks you should." Ah, fuck. I didn't bother looking at anybody. Like an obedient little pet, I licked it all up.

Ew.

I think I want to puke.

"Such a good boy." 'He' commented. "I think I want to see you in those pretty panties now."

This was so humiliating. "No. I refuse to put those on. I'm not a girl."

"Of course not. Girls don't have dicks."

"I'm not wearing womens underwear, un."

"I think you are. Don't you think he would look cute in them, Kiba?" The focus of the camera switched from me to the flustered brunette. He didn't say anything, just kept his gaze down. "Well?"

"Yeah." He didn't look up.

"Yeah what?"

"Yeah, he would look cute in..." his face went red, "in those...panties." I blushed crimson.

"See? Even Kiba thinks so."

So really, I had no choice. If I didn't, Kiba was going to get really hurt.

So I slid them on. "Slowly," 'He' instructed, "put them on slowly." I was going as slowly as I was comfortable with.

They weren't very comfortable. They didn't do that great of a job hiding my butt, and it outlined my package perfectly.

They were disgusting.

"Ah," he said, "you do look cute in those." He turned the camera back to Kiba. "Don't you think?"

He looked really embarrassed. It wasn't fair to be like that to Kiba. He was innocent. "Yeah." He said quietly after a long pause, "he does." Now it was my turn to be embarrassed again. Every time he would force a compliment, I would blush.

...why?

"You two sure have gotten close, it seems." He commented, "But then again, all whores are alike." Well. I guess we're kind of close. I mean, I'm doing all of this for him. But then again, I might just not want another innocent person to die because of me.

I was starting to feel self conscious. I was being stared at and video taped. I didn't like it. I began to squirm under the unwanted attention I was receiving. It made him laugh. This... was funny to him, apparently.

"You're pretty cute, kid." He told me, "how about we have some fun, too? Those panties don't look too comfortable for you. They're so small, they could be a thong sooner or later." He chuckled to himself, then added, "I guess I'll have to buy a bigger size next time." Ah, the dreaded last words. Next time.

I hated them as much as I hate 'Him'.

I began to inch farther away on the mattress. I thought it would only be him and Kiba for the night. He has a new whore, why not play with him while he can?

He placed the video camera onto the dresser. He checked to make sure it could get the whole mattress in the shot. 'He' looked up and caught my gaze. An evil smile was placed on his lips. I hate when he smiles at me like that.

He didn't have any toys or materials with him at the moment, the Box O' Doom was downstairs. Looks like I was going to have a relatively smooth night.

He approached the bed and told me to lie down and relax. I lied down, but I sure as hell never relaxed. In fact, I noticeably tensed when he sat on top of the bed. "Don't be scared, Deidara, hunny, everything will be okay." He offered me 'comforting' advice for some reason. This only made me more uncomfortable.

But he didn't care. In fact, that's probably the whole reason for doing that. If he couldn't torture me physically, he would torture me mentally.

He stroked my hair softly and in a heartbeat, he had me pinned down. "Well, then," he said, "today, I would like to try out various positions. I want to see which ones I like the best." He really was straight to the point. I squirmed under his grip. That means we're going to have multiple rounds. I don't really know if I can take it. He tightened his grip on me.

Since you're already on your back, we'll start there." To get better access, he put my ankles on his shoulders. To get comfortable, I shifted my body slightly downwards. He didn't waste any time on me. He didn't use lube and he certainly didn't bother to prepare me. I let out a shocked yell once he penetrated me. It hurts when being taken dry, so naturally, any guy would tear up a little. It doesn't make me any less of a man.

He started to get a little aggressive. He removed my feet from his shoulders, letting them hang in the air, and grabbed my thighs, getting in deeper. I whimpered once his nails dug into my flesh.

"Come on, you've been doing this for a while. Don't tell me you still cry!" He taunted as he slammed into me again, making my body rock. "But that's what I love about you. No matter what, I'll find a way to make you cry." He laughed.

I couldn't look at him anymore. I closed my eyes and threw my head to the side, trying to bury my head in the covers.

"Look at me," he said, "I want to watch you cry. I want to see your tear stained face, Deidara." He leaned in and grabbed my cheek, forcing me to look forward. "I love it when you cry, Deidara. It's so erotic." I clenched my teeth, wet eye lashes rapidly trying to blink away tears.

I tried to stop thinking, to forget where I was, forget the pleasure, the pain, the humiliation. Forget it all. The pain was easy, soon, pleasure overcame it. I couldn't feel it anymore. The humiliation was still there, but for some reason, I couldn't stop focusing on the pleasure. It felt good. My dick was throbbing, begging for release.

Just before I was about to come, he stopped moving.

"Kiba." 'He' pulled out of me to face him. "Go downstairs. Remember that box? Find it and bring the cock ring up." I paled considerably. "You know what it looks like, right?" He nodded, opening the door. "And if you even think of running out the door, be sure that I will hunt you down. I'll haul your sorry ass to jail. Do you understand?" He nodded weakly, quickly walking out the door.

I whimpered as he held me close, watching the tears dry up. He chuckled, throwing me down onto my back. He grabbed my length and with great speed, began to pump it. I fidgeted and moaned as he continued to pleasure me.

But I knew better than to think he was being nice.

You can't put a cock ring on an erect penis.

So it looks like this'll be the last time he's going to let me come tonight. God, I hate that fucking ring.

My face molded into a canvas of pleasure as I came. That really felt good. It's a little disappointing I wont be doing it again. Of course, I would never admit that.

We waited for a little bit. "Kiba sure is taking is sweet time." 'He' pointed out, "I'd better make sure that fucking whore didn't leave." He angrily pushed me away from him. I watched him get off of the bed and leave the room. I sat there in a stupor. What's happening? Despite the warnings, my bet was on Kiba running away. So... how was 'He' going to react to this? He'd surely hunt poor Kiba down. He wouldn't stand a chance against 'him'.

...Kiba's going to jail, isn't he?

That was a sad thought. He worked so hard in trying to avoid jail. He bent backwards to fill his demands, no matter what. It didn't matter if he thought of them as 'disgusting' or 'wrong'. He would do it. All because he wanted to avoid getting in trouble with the law.

"Pst! Deidara!" I heard a rushed, whispered voice from the doorway. I widened my eyes.

"Kiba?" I asked, bouncing off the bed and rushing to the door, "I thought you ran away, un."

"Not without you." He said, grabbing my underwear and handing it to me, "Is there a way out of here other than the door?" He asked me, quietly closing my bedroom door. He looked around the room for something heavy to block it with. He settled on my dresser. It took both of us to block the door with it.

"Yeah," I said, after catching my breath, "I always go out through the window."

"Lead the way," he said. "Hurry." We both rushed to the window. I quickly took off the screen, opening it up, and set my foot out onto the roof, careful not to fall. Kiba followed my lead. I used my usual route, and before we knew it, we were safely on the ground. We took off running in a random direction. Like I've mentioned before, I hate running. I was horrible at it. After maybe twenty seconds, I was exhausted.

Man, I'm so unfit.

But I knew I couldn't stop running, I had to keep going. He probably realized that we were gone by now. It would be bad news if he caught up to us. We'll need a place to hide.

We never stopped running. I ignored my burning lungs and sore legs. We whipped past many streets and eventually came to the park. We desperately needed a break. We could probably hide somewhere near here and catch out breaths. We looked around for something suitable to hide behind. We settled for a thick collection of trees and bush. The two of us scurried behind it, staying as close together as we could to take up less room.

I trusted Kiba to keep watch for 'him' while I closed my eyes and had a silent panic attack. I can't believe I'm doing this. I mean, I've disobeyed him countless times, hid from him and insulted him, but... I've never done something this extreme before. I defied him in the past, multiple times, but I was always punished severely. So... what's going to happen to us if we get caught?

"Deidara!" Kiba whispered in my ear, "I hear someone coming." Someone's coming? Has he found us? My heart beat increased speed. "When I give you the signal, run for your life." I nodded, getting up in a crouching position. I wanted to ask him what exactly the signal was, but I decided against it. I could hear footsteps growing louder as it got closer. My fear increased ten fold. My fingers and legs began to shake. 'He' was here. 'He' found us. We're both going to die. I'm sure he's majorly pissed at both of us. We disobeyed him, even ran away, he must be furious!

Oh My God. I'm going to die.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

He's going to stab me, just like with mom. He'll probably stab Kiba, too. He doesn't need any witnesses, after all.

The footsteps halted. I held my breath, waiting for 'him' to find us. We're going to get caught.

I struggled to breath. I waited for the signal from Kiba. I waited for the best chance to make our escape. Maybe we'd be able to out run him. Fear is, after all, a major stimulant. I would know.

And then the footsteps continued. It almost seemed like they were from a different location, but chances are, they were from the same person. I was expecting to see 'him', cornering us off, but instead, I saw a man walking, his hair looked red, but I could be wrong. It's getting dark, so the colors are getting darker as well. My heart skipped a beat. That... that must be that guy I met a couple of times before. What was his name?

"Sasori!" I concluded, clapping my hands together. Said figure stopped walking and stared in our direction. Kiba widened his eyes and clamped his hand around my mouth, sitting ridiculously still. Sasori kept walking. He never noticed us, he just went on his way. Maybe it was for the best. I was in my underwear, and I had bruises everywhere. I probably wouldn't be able to explain that without getting him suspicious

But I still kind of wanted to talk to him. His view on art may be mess up, but he's still an interesting person.

Kiba let out a sigh of relief, removing his hand from my mouth. "Do you know that guy? It wasn't your step-dad."

"Not really. I just ran into him a few times, un." He was out of sight now. He disappeared into the darkness.

"Oh." He merely said. "So... where should we go now? It would be bad if we got caught now..."

"Yeah, it would, un." I agreed, "let's just keep running. We'll figure something out later, I guess."

"Oh, that doesn't sound like a very good plan to me." Who said that? Well, let me tell you, it wasn't Kiba. My breathing hitched and my heart stopped. The feeling I get when 'He' catches me doing something very bad has made it's entrance. I could feel Kiba's body tense up beside me. I'm sure he felt that from me, too.

Kiba boldly grabbed my wrist, springing up from his crouching position. I mimicked him. We both went into a sprint, trying our hardest to lose them. I tried to go fast, it would suck if we were caught now.

But despite my efforts, I was far too slow. 'He' grabbed onto my wrist, pulling me and Kiba back towards him. I yelped as I hit his chest, causing Kiba to bump into my chest.

'He' growled ferociously, grabbing a fistful of my hair to make sure I couldn't get away. He caught Kiba, too, although his hair was a little too short, so he kept his grip on the brunettes throat.

"So, Dei-chan," 'He' said in a mocking manner, his face leering close to mine, "was that man that walked by, what was his name, Sasori?" I nodded lightly, trying to cause less pain to my scalp, "was Sasori really just an acquaintance?" I nodded again. "Hm..."

"H-how long were you behind us?" Kiba choked out, weakly scratching as 'His' hands.

"I almost had you. Then the red head came, so I had to wait until he left. It would be rather unusual if I treated some teenagers rather roughly out in the open, don't you think?" He dug his nails into Kiba's flesh. "Stop that."

"Ow...d-damn...it..." It looked like it was hard for him to talk, his words came out in a slow wheeze.

'He' narrowed his eyes at me. "You fucking brats," he said, getting back to the point, "how dare you try and run from me." His force increased on both of us, making Kiba kick his legs, and my left eye to water. "Do you two understand how angry I am?" Oh, I can only imagine. His grip tightened even more, threatening to pull strands of hair out of my skull. "Well?"

"Yes, yes!" I said, wincing at the pain in the back of my skull.

"We're sorry," Kiba added in weakly.

"Oh, how I wish you could really understand," he mumbled. He began to walk, dragging the both of us with him. I didn't like the looks of this. We were in big trouble now.

'He' escorted us to his car. I always liked this car, it had a really nice interior and a sleek black exterior. It was also moms favorite car. She fell in love with it right when she laid eyes on it. 'Him', being the graciously nice man that he was, agreed to buy it for her. She was thrilled.

He opened the passengers seat and shoved Kiba inside. Then he opened the back door, on the same side, and pushed me in as well. He really wasted no time. He must be even more pissed than I thought.

I fastened my seat belt as 'He' entered the car. He quickly put the car into gear and drove off in the direction opposite of where Sasori was heading. He was going ridiculously fast, it was worrying me a little bit.

Oh my God. Was he planning on crashing the car into a building? That would be the best way to kill us. It would seem like an accident, right? But the question was, was he willing to risk his own life for that?

Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating a little bit. He probably isn't planning on killing us any time soon. I knew what he was like, he wouldn't even dare risk himself getting hurt. So instead, he was going to torture us. Torture us until we couldn't take it anymore. That was definitely the kind of person 'He' was.

I figured we were going back home. I watched the trees and buildings pass by as we drove. We were going so fast, they were almost a blur. He passed the turn to our house. Where exactly was he planning on going? I kind of wanted to ask him, but then again, I'd rather die that willingly talk to him.

I waited for a while, just watching outside the window, trying to figure out where he was taking the two of us. Was he really going to kill us? Was he going to drown us? Murder us in the forest? Make us suffocate in the trunk? Anything was possibly with this psycho. I certainly wasn't as excited as I was before to discover where we were headed.

The car stopped then, as I was thinking of possible ways for him to dispose of us. We were in a street, by an alley. "Welcome home, Kiba."

Huh?

Haha, well, Sasori did make an appearance!

Is Kiba really going home? Oh no!

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