A moment of silence filled the car. I watched the two men located in the front seat. I'm confused. Did 'He' just tell Kiba "Welcome home"? As in, back on the street? Free of charge? No punishment? 'He' was taking this a little too well.

Kiba seemed just as confused. "...what?" He asked, looking 'him' in the eye.

"Need I repeat myself?" He asked, rolling his eyes, "It's time for you to leave now."

"Just like that?" He asked, bravely voicing my concerns, "there's no catch?

"Well," 'he' said, a smile gracing his lips, "now that you mention it..." He pulled something out from underneath his seat. It was... something wrapped inside a few layers of cloth. "Take this." His smile widened, "as a parting gift."

Kiba suspiciously eyed the layers of cloth, unsure on whether or not to take it.

'He' impatiently pushed it towards Kiba, pressuring him to accept it. He did.

"Now get out of my car." 'He' ordered bitterly, unlocking the door. Kiba obeyed. He knew his place. He quickly opened the door. Just as he was about to step out, he looked towards me.

"See you." He said casually.

"Yeah." I nodded in response. I watched him get out of the car and onto the side walk, leaning against the wall. I guess that was his post.

'He' began to drive away, purposely driving close to the side walk. Kiba looked up momentarily and waited for us to pass. I curiously turned around to watch him from the back window. His face was shocked. I squinted to try and see what had freaked him out. I gasped, my face mimicking his.

He gave Kiba...

The murder weapon.

"You..." I couldn't form coherent words. 'He'... just gave the MURDER WEAPON to Kiba!

"Do you need to say something?" 'He' asked me, staring me down through the rear view mirror, looking back at the road every now and then.

I looked at him with my wide, exposed eye-- why was he pretending nothing happened?! "You... why... I just..." I couldn't even talk. I was just so... so mad!

"Spit it out, boy." He smirked, glancing up at me.

"You... gave Kiba the knife you used to, to murder mom, un."

"Mhm?"

"Don't you think he's going to tell somebody?!" I yelled in frusteration.

"No... why would he?"

"Because he hates you!"

'He' slowed down a little bit, pulling onto our street. "Did he say that?"

"...no."

"He wouldn't dare say a word." 'He' parked in the garage, pressing the clicker to close the slidey garage door.

He stopped talking. He calmly unlocked the car, stepping out. 'He' walked to my door, opening it up for me. I retreated to the other side of the car. Seems like that pissed him off.

"Deidara." He warned. I didn't move. "Deidara, come." I glared at him, remaining still. He sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. He stared at me, giving me a final silent warning to get out of the car.

I didn't move.

So he decided to come after me.

I yelled as he grabbed my arm, trying to pull me out. On the other hand, I wasn't quite ready to leave the safety of this car. I resisted, pulling myself back. I struggled to remain inside the vehicle. He had a stronger upper body then I, thus I was slowly inching towards the open door. That didn't mean I was going to give up, oh no, I will never give up. He wants me to give up— I refuse.

Finally, I was pulled out of the car. My hips and left leg grinded against the rough interior of the car, scraping my bare skin. I fell to the ground and he pulled me up by the arm. I tried to ignore the stinging in my lower half and wrists. He was in a bad mood right now, he didn't bother to slow down when I began to trip over my own feet.

We approached the door that connected the garage to our house. He opened it, yanked me inside, and slammed it shut. We then proceeded to the living room. He never stopped walking, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He walked straight to the closet and pulled out the Box O' Doom. With pressed lips, he looked at me. After a second, he threw me on to the couch and jumped on top of me. I tried to wiggle myself out, but to no avail. He pinned my hands above my head and slammed his knee into my stomach, causing me to lose my breath. Gasping and wheezing for air, I tried to grab my stomach in an attempt to comfort myself. He kept a hold of my arms, making it impossible for me. With his free hand, he calmly went through the box.

First, he decided to bind my hands together in the back. Damn. Then he told me to close my eyes. Lazy ass said he had a surprise for me.

"Be a good boy, now." 'He said as my eyes fluttered shut. I felt something clasp around my neck, pulling slightly. I opened my eyes now, trying to find out what it was. A...

...leash and collar?

"For a runaway mutt, just like you." He told me, malice spewing out of his mouth. "I just can't trust you anymore."

"Listen, I'm not going to run away, un," I tried to convince him, "it was because Kiba insisted, yeah." Great. Now I'm trying to pin the blame on Kiba to save my own ass.

"Shut up." 'He' said, narrowing his eyes and tugging the leash, "dogs don't talk."

"I'm not a d—"

"Shut the hell up, I said." He angled the leash upwards, slightly choking me. "You're my little bitch," he told me, "and now I think it's only appropriate to treat you like one." I gulped.

He reached behind me, making me tense up. I relaxed when I realized he was taking off the bindings on my wrists.

"You can finally stay still." 'He' muttered, placing the bindings back inside the Box O' Doom that was currently placed beside him. With my hands finally free, I decided it would be best to get this degrading collar off of me.

"Ah, ah, ah..." he said in a sing-song voice, "bad boy." He pulled the leash, tightening the collar around my neck. I breathed slowly, trying to calm myself down.

"Are you ready to listen to me now?" He grabbed my collar, bringing our faces as close together as they could without touching. I never made eye contact.

"Fuck you." I said, my eyebrows arching in anger. Just for good measure, I spit in his face. 'He' growled, pushing my face away. He wiped the saliva off his nose, his face red with anger. He then proceeded to grab my face and slam it into the couch. When I tried to suck in air, I realized it was... difficult.

I began to panic, thrashing my body around, trying to break free. This was it. The final straw that made him go overboard. He's most likely going to kill me. I'm about to die, just because I decided spitting in his face was a good idea. How stupid of me. Nevertheless, I continued to desperately wiggle my body around.

At the last minute, right when I thought I was out of breath, he raised my head by the roots of my hair. I rubbed my sore nose and face, which probably had an imprint of the couch's fabric on them.

'He' glared at me. "That was a bad move. Are you finally ready to submit?" I didn't like the wording of that. "Well?"

"Yes," I said in annoyance, upset that he actually expected me to answer that, "whatever, un." I decided to add that in to prove that I wasn't totally submitting.

"I'm glad. That was beginning to get annoying." 'He' patted my head, 'rewarding' me for being a good boy.

"Hm..." he thought out loud, "I'm in the mood, how about you, pet?"

"...for what..." I asked suspiciously. I immediately felt like an idiot. Being 'in the mood' means he wants to fuck, right?

"To watch a movie." He told me. I analyzed his words for sarcasm. He sounded... serious. Now why the fuck did he want to watch a movie? He's such a freak. Despite suspicions, the little bubble of nervousness in my stomach popped and relief set in. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad...

He got up from the couch, pulling on the leash. My neck yanked forward but my body stayed in place. He yanked harder, sending me death glares. I glared right back, rolling my eyes when he pulled again. He growled, sending me a warning. Then he yanked even harder, causing my body to crash to the floor. "About fucking time." He said, dragging me across the room, "get on your hands and knees and crawl." Okay. So I was wrong, today is turning out badly.

"No." I replied, trying to make my body stop moving by grabbing onto the leg of a heavy chair. "Like hell I'm going to crawl, un." I've been standing up to him a lot lately. I'm so proud of myself!

"Deidara..." he said, walking towards me, "don't be an idiot." He stared at me from above. "I might just have to punish you." Oh, great. I really did it this time.

He lifted his foot up, resting it on my chest. My heart beat began to quicken and I could see is foot moving up and down in rhythm to my breathing. He suddenly pushed down, putting all his weight onto my chest. I huffed and wheezed, trying to pull his foot off. It didn't budge. "But if you're a good boy," he said, moving his foot down to my stomach, making the rest of my body curve upwards, "then I'll leave you be."

"O-okay," I wheezed out, "I'll crawl, un..." He lifted his foot up.

"I knew you would submit to me." My eye twitched. I suddenly wanted to disobey, to give him trouble. But that wouldn't work out too well for me.

I slowly put my weight on my hands and knees, just like he told me to.

"Such a good boy!" 'He' praised, patting my head again, "now let's go." He tugged on the leash, commanding me to move.

My pride told me to stay still. So I did just that.

"Why are you giving me such a hard time tonight?" He asked, "it's pissing me off." The irritation in his voice rose with each syllable he spoke, even I could tell. He yanked the leash, pulling my body forward and forcing me into motion. "I've had it, Diedara. I'm done fooling around. Understand?"

I gulped, nodding slightly.

He glared at me, pulling on the leash. "Come." And I did. I wasn't submitting, oh no, I had to wait until 'he' calmed down a little. I'll die if I try anything funny, that's for sure.

He took me to the cupbard in our computer room. He searched around for a few seconds then finally pulled out a small tape. He tugged the leash and led me back to the living room.

"SIt on the counch and don't move." 'He' told me. I immediately retreated to the couch, climbing the soft material. I was so cold right now, I was more than eager to warm my almost-naked body with pillows.

As I huddled in the corner, I watch 'him' hook some cords up to the t.v. With a satisfied chuckle, he grabbed the remote and headed towards the couch. He sat directly beside me, so close that there was no space between our now connected bodies. "Are you cold?" He asked me, feigning kindness, "let me warm you up, Dei-chan." He pulled me onto his lap, holding me close to himself. He placed his arms over mine, keeping them still. He dipped his head down to my ear, licking it. I shivered. I began to struggle. I hated when he did that, it made me feel so disgusting. He maned as I tried to escape his grasp, making me freeze. I remained as emotionless as I could. "You didn't have to stop." He said, tightening his grip. "Dei-chan, that felt so good!" I gritted my teeth, I bit my tongue, anything to distract myself momentarily.

It didn't work.

I became painfully aware of my terror-filled beating heart. I became conscious of the aching of my arms, of the twitching of my legs, neck and fingers. The quivering in my lip became that much more noticeable.

"Keep going, Deidara, squirm! You know it won't do a thing, yet you continue to try. Why not keep going?" He had that stupid look on his face, the one I want to punch off so badly. He thinks he's superior, that he's in control. "Well?"

I glared at him. He knows he won.

"Know your place, dog. What I say goes. Understand?" I nodded, purely to amuse him. "Good." He pushed me off of him, it looks like he grew bored of me. He then grabbed the remote, clicking play.

And so our show begins.

I watched the screen. It... was me.I stared at my face, watching my almost unnoticeable reactions to his embarrassing commands. Then Kiba came onto the camera, he was quick and thoughtful, he pulled me into his chest and whispered something in my ear. The camera didn't pick it up. I tried to recall those kind words. "I won't hurt you, I'll make everything feel better." He sure kept his promise. He was so soft, so gentle. It was a wonderful feeling, so new and pleasant. I wasn't used to that. It would be nice to get that treatment more often.

Kiba then filled his mouth with my length. I can definitely remember what that felt like. I almost got a boner just thinking about it.

I saw him in the corner of my eye. 'He' was watching me, watching my reactions. I'm sure he was amused.

I didn't like thinking about that, so my only other option was to stare at the screen. It's not everyday you get to watch yourself orgasm. It was weird.

This video was disgusting. Especially the scenes with 'him'. They make me shudder. He seemed to love it, though. The tears in my eyes dripping down my cheeks, the whimpers, the sobs, he loved it. I could just tell from the look on his fucking face.

In fact, that's why I'm still here. He has selective tastes and standards. He expects certain things and I deliver them. He expects me to whimper or whine and, more often then not, I do.

If I was older and into this sort of treatment, we'd be the perfect pair.

Unfortunately, that's not the case. I'm just his bitch. He never loved me, just lusted after me.

...I suppose I'm fine with that.

He grabbed my hands, positioning one over his crotch. "Please your master, Deidara." 'He' smirked, thrusting his hips upwards. He kept my other hand hostage, I had no choice. I un-did the zipper, pulling it out of the pee-hole in his boxers. "Now get on all fours ad lick your master."

I glared at him, but cleverly (in my opinion) obeyed. 'He' continued to watch the video as I 'pleasured' him.

It was over within minutes; I'm talking about both 'him' and the video. He came into my mouth, and the video footage was just an empty room.

'He' rubbed my throat, easing the cum through like some foul tasting medicine. I closed my eyes and gulped it down.

"That was rather disappointing," he told me. "I didn't get to try much out on you back then." 'He' smirked, "but that's alright. I doubt you would be able to pull off such sexually creative positions very well. So how about we try out the good ol' fashioned doggy style? It fits you quite well at the moment, don't you think?"

I growled at him.

"Oh my, what a grumpy boy!" He exclaimed, pushing me flat against the floor. "You'd better change that attitude, boy, or else I might just have to put you down." He flipped me on to my stomach, lifting my hips up and ripping my boxers down my ankles. Once again, he mercilessly had me. I let out only groans of displeasure and squeaks of distress. Part of me just... took it.

It's the same old routine— just a different kind of role-play.

He came shortly after. Time for round two.

Then round three.

He even had enough energy to pound into round four.

By this time we were both thoroughly exhausted. 'He' was laying on top of me, breathing heavily. He was heavy. It was getting a little hard to breath.

"Good job, pup." 'He' said, getting off of me. I let in several grateful gasps of air as my lungs recovered from such stress. "I think that's my favorite position with you." He smiled, staring me in the eye. "Did you know that was also one of your mother's favorites, too?"

"You bastard, un." I snapped, "don't you ever talk about my mom that way."

"It's true, Deidara. She even let me go rough on her every now and then. We used to go for countless rounds while you were at school."

"Shut up, un." I gritted my teeth and got to my feet. 'He' grabbed the length of material attached to my neck before I even got anywhere.

"Watch your temper, Deidara." He told me, tugging the leash hard enough to send me back to the floor. "She also really loved fore-play. Oh, if you could have seen her. She transformed from a busy work-a-holic into such a beautiful slut. It was quite the change. I was pretty surprised." My eye began to twitch.

"Shut up!" I shouted, "how could you put her through that?! Did you even love her, un?!"

"Not at first." He replied calmly. "I was in it for you." I clenched my fists. "But later on I began to grow accustomed to her. She was beautiful. I certainly didn't feel embarrassed to be seen with her."

"Why are you doing this to us?" I asked quietly. I said 'us'. It's only me now, though. Mom's gone. It's not 'us' anymore, it's just 'me'. I'm all alone.

He got up to check the time before answering. "You seemed like a fun little play-thing at the time." He said from the kitchen, "you sure as hell didn't dissapoint me. Neither of you did." He chuckled, "it's a shame we got caught."

Yeah. Such a fucking shame. "It's your fault she's dead, un." He emerged from the other room.

"Didn't we already talk about this?" He asked, eyes narrowing. "We both know who's really at fault here." That's right... it's my fault. All my fault... I could have stopped it.

"Don't beat yourself up over it." He smiled mockingly. "It's getting late, Deidara. Bed time." He grabbed the leash and tugged. The idea and sensation of being choked didn't quite hit my fancy so I got up and followed him.

"At least let me put my clothes on, un."

"You will neither be wearing clothes nor walking on two feet." 'He' placed his hand upon my head, putting pressure on it. I got to my knees and grudgingly began to crawl.

'He' brought us to his bedroom. He first removed all the contents, like picture frames and and other junk, on the dresser onto the floor beside the bed. Then he leaned down and lifted the foot of the dresser off of the floor. He put the handle of the leash on the floor and proceeded to drop the dresser in the center of it. He didn't want me to escape. He smiled at me, then slipped into the bathroom. Moments later, he was back. He turned the lights off and entered the warm covers of his bed.

"Night, Deidara."

"Fucking cunt, un." And then there was silence. I couldn't escape without notice. The dresser was heavy.

So I laid there shivering. I wish I had a blanket. That would have made it so much more easier to fall asleep.

I listened to his steady breathing. Was he asleep? I could easily un-clip the collar and the leash. I could sneak out, find Kiba, and finally run away. I'd be free of 'him' and Kiba would be free from prostitution.

But where would we go...? Neither of us have anything left. We'd have to leave the city or else 'He' would hunt us down. Then we'd be in trouble. And even if we did leave the city, there's still a possibility he'd continue searching. 'He' might might not want a new to, he might not ever find someone quite like this whore laying right here.

So even if I try, there probably isn't an escape from this guy. By leaving right now I'd just be asking for death.

Then it hit me. This must be a test. No way in hell would he give me such an easy opening to run away twice in one night. He's testing my loyalty, possibly even my sensibility.

And he's setting a trap. The open door and the easy get-away is the bait. He's just waiting for the best moment to pounce. Ha! I'm not going to give him that satisfaction. I'll make him wait all night. Does he seriously think I'm stupid enough to fall for that?

A certain word floated through my mind as I eventually drifted off to sleep.

...dumbass.

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In all seriousness. Please REVIEW! That way I know people are reading my story.

-gets shot-

Sorry it took so long to get this out.

-gets stabbed-

And sorry to The Quiet Shadow XVII. Unfortunately, I'm not nearly as creative as I need to be to bring our little "scenario" to life. :( -gets electrocuted-

...cough. Uh.. MSI FTW!...? ...bye.