Hello readers. thank you all so much for your reviews. I live on them when my mom forgets to go grocery shopping (which is more often than you'd think ) The poem below is original (that is written by me) specially for this story yay!

Not much to say other than the flashback is better than the rest of it in my opinion and that the fact that I had many PMs requesting it be more violent/sexual shocked me. I did it though soooo...

warnings:

Violence, sex, cutting, rape, yaoi, bondage, abuduction...need I go on?

Don't like read fluff instead.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, you wouldn't be able to show the anime on TV if I did.

Chapter 2: A Jar of Nails

(Note: AGES: Itachi 20, Sasuke 13, Naruto 12, Sakura 12)

Despair

Despair is here, my dear Pure Love

A ball and Chain held high above

A plunging, gaping hell filled pit

To burn and torture, with pain afflict.

There is no Love but you my dear

There's only darkness, pain, and fear

So suffer now I say you will

Until your humming heart is still.

Itachi was tall and muscular and had midnight black hair with stormy gray eyes, he was pale as sin and his stance screamed maliciousness, and he was at the moment horny as fuck as he left the blonde whore in a simple locked room while he went to check on his 'dearest' brother, Sasuke.

He slipped into the room he shared with his brother and smiled as he saw the raven-locked boy look up tremulously at his arrival. So frightened, like a doe in headlights he sat against the wall as though that would stop his master's inevitable penetration of him. Comparing the boy to a beast caused a laugh to bubble up from Itachi's throat. Sasuke's frightened look turned mortified. But this was nothing new.

Itachi approached his brother memories of the hundreds of times he had pressed his cock up the tight entranceway made his member tingle, blood was, to this day, his favorite lube. Itachi stared at his young brother with a mixture of distaste and lust. The former was due to his unkempt, unsanitary person: the child had too long dirty hair and he was overly pale and small in stature do to his extended periods of confinement indoors. He also wore only a black rocker tee stiff with immeasurable amount of cum, tears, and blood.

The child's entire person, from the shirt, to the chains, to the hunched arch of his body screamed oppression down to the very core.

"Hello Brother," the voice was thin, prepubescent and wavering. Bare legs flashed a myriad of scars and burn marks.

"Happy 13th Birthday Little One," commended Itachi, "I'm surprised I haven't killed you yet so let's celebrate by me trying again!" he chirped cheerfully. He withdrew a packet of utility blades and then drew out a new one, "How I long to mutilate that body beyond recognition!" he exclaimed in maniacal. He pressed towards the pallid waif of a boy. "Were you a good boy while I was gone?"

"Yes Master," said the boy, even after 7 years he still struggled to keep from bursting into tears at his brother's return to him each and every night. The tears would be masochistic in effect though because tears would only excite Itachi, and exciting Itachi always ended badly. The poor child longed to go to a happy place in his mind but the hunger had sharpened his senses so he felt everything in clear coherent consciousness as Itachi pressed him back onto the floor, taking his wrist and pulling his arm into a painful angle. Itachi's knee pressed painfully into Sasuke's groin as the sadist held the gleaming silver blade between his thumb and forefinger as he chose a fairly unscarred piece of flesh to mutilate. He pressed the blade just rough enough to be felt at the bend of the hostage arm and grinded against the unwilling form that arched from pain which caused the blade at the junction to pierce as though of its own accord. The pale thin skin parted before a frosting of red flowed up to hide the inner sanctities of the human form.

Itachi knew Sasuke could feel his erection, "Unzip me," he ordered sliding the blade away from Sasuke extending the cut as well as deepening it. The child located the zipper of his brother's pants with the quickness of fear and a well-practiced hand but drew out the erection as though it was a venomous shit-coated snake.

Rule 1: Don't make Master wait

Postponing the inevitable made it that much worse, because not only would Itachi get rougher, it'd make the punishment last longer.

Sasuke felt no shame at what his brother did to him, just pain and fear: a pressing choking fear that never left him. He was sitting with his back to a wall, his brother's knee pinning him down at the groin and as he moved his free hand along Itachi's shaft and didn't even cringe from the pain he felt on his right arm both from its awkward angle and the razor that was making careful cuts. Later Itachi would lose patience and slash wildly, but for now the pain was dull enough to where he could successfully manage to jerk off his elder brother. He held nothing back as he fondled the member, the more he could make him cum now, the less his ass would hurt later. Sasuke did not look at his arm, and refused to look down at his hand, he looked at the corner of the ceiling instead...

A sudden, piercing pain brought forth a shriek of agony from Sasuke's lips. He admonished himself, he had forgotten:

Rule 2: Don't EVER ignore Master

If you did he would lose his patience and escalate both physical and sexual torment ten-fold.

"I'm so sorry Master," whimpered Sasuke with true remorse, not because his apology would make anything better, but rather because not apologizing would make everything so much worse. He focused on the hardened member before him, listening attentively to his brother's ranting.

"I've brought home a new toy," the man smiled as though referring to the latest version of Mario Kart. "He's a whore I picked up at a bus stop, beautiful piece of meat; I'm even going to keep this one as a present for you so you're not alone."

Sasuke felt all the blood drain from his face, and his heart thrummed faster, he remembered meeting his last companion:

Candy-Striper, as Itachi called her was actually named Sakura and she screamed bloody murder the first day she arrived. Itachi had brought them both to a cell to meet and she had stopped screaming only after Sasuke's consolations that she was not suffering alone but that she'd suffer more if she screamed.

"He loves screaming," Sasuke explained, "It excites him and makes him hurt you more. However awful Him being in control is, Him losing control is fifty times worse."

Sakura's face lost all color from fear, as Sasuke surveyed her, "He hasn't taken you yet, but he will and when he does, listen to his words and do whatever he says when he says to or else it'll be worse for you.""

Tears formed at the corners of Sakura's eyes, "Why does he hurt people?" she whimpered,

"He does more than hurt people," Sasuke laughed bitterly not actually answering her question, "the lucky ones he kills, I never meet those ones, Ones like you and I he dehumanizes, mutilates and, distorts.

Sasuke had been cleaned up for the introduction and wore pants and long sleeves, "Mutilates?" Sakura sobbed. Sasuke pulled the shirt up off of him and Sakura stared to sob harder, fat ugly tears. "No," she keens, unable to bite back the fear as Sasuke could.

"Shhh," hushed Sasuke he regretted scaring her "you'll make it worse,", but Sakura could not contain her sobs; she was still sobbing as Itachi entered the concrete floored cell. The bars closed with a final sounding slam. He held a string of anal beads in one hand and a lidded box in the other.

Sasuke thought frantically of a way to keep what he knew was in that box away from Sakura. "Brother, I don't want to share you," whined Sasuke. Going up to his tormenter he slid his hand against his older brother's prominent erection, "this one will just break anyways." He referred to Sakura with disdain and no one could doubt that the act was convincing however Itachi only laughed.

"Such a hero" his brother had snorted, then said condescendingly, "I thought you'd be glad to have company, but regardless, I want her kept and in order for her to be kept I have to break her and there's only one way for me to do that…" he let the sentence trail away. With inhuman strength he then yanked 'Candy-Striper' to her feet, so roughly her shoulder dislocated with an audible 'pop' followed by a cry of agony. He yanked her roughly and slammed her into the wall of the cell shackling her there mercilessly, face pressed into the cold rough stone.

The metal clanged against the stone as Sakura flailed, "Help me!" she screamed, "Will somebody please help!" Itachi's eyes danced merrily as he watched her flail, blatantly disregarding all the advice her fellow captive had given her. Sasuke looked on in horror, unsure of how to aid this girl if she would not listen to him. He was not a masochist, he did not want his brother to touch him or to touch his brother, but he could think of nothing else to help her…

"If you do anything to interfere," Itachi spoke as though he had read Sasuke's mind, "first I will make you help me shove a fireplace poker up her cunt and then I will flay the skin off your toes, Brother, and I will make you watch as they grow infected and rot while attached to you, until you're screaming and pleading for me to just cut them off already." Knowing he meant it Sasuke helplessly fell and sat against the wall. Listening as 'Candy-Striper' screeched at the pain of the dislocated arm. 'As though that is true pain,' Sasuke had thought in frustration and fear.

Itachi's first cut was actually a stab, piercing deeply into the thigh he had buried it into. He left the blade there, and drew another one, he pressed deeply, earning another hoarse scream as he proceeded to trace the girl's collar bone, staining the collar of her dress red, but the knife was not the tool he wanted at the moment he realized, and instead went into the box and withdrew a jar of thumbtacks, nails, screws, and pins as well as a hammer..

"AGH!" she choked out the cry as first a screw went in just below her shoulder blade. He emptied the entire jar of over a hundred into the once flawless flesh of her back by which time she was reduced to whimpering. He then unchained her and turned her around.

Itachi twisted for a moment to Sasuke once more, "Come here," he ordered, Sasuke complied immediately., "You want to help this girl, that much is obvious, so I'll let you help her, on your knees taste her as I cut her to ribbons, maybe if you're good enough she won't notice the pain. Right.

Sasuke did not think for a second this would work, and knew that Itachi didn't expect it to, but he fell to his knees as ordered and awkwardly stuck his face up the candy striper's red and white dress. "Don't touch me!" Sakura screeched, "I thought you were supposed to help me! Don't touch me! DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screamed over and over again, but Sasuke ignored her, and pulled off the Hello-Kitty underwear so he could access her entrance. Her flailing knocked Sasuke back, and his head spun as his lip had started to bleed.

"Be still!" snapped Itachi with such vehemence that Sakura unthinkingly complied, and Sasuke took the time to use his fingers to part her legs and plunge his tongue along her inner lips. The feeling was so intense a moan bubbled forth from her lips and Sasuke continued, ever the obedient fuck-toy. He wasn't surprised when her body spasmed, but Sakura's body was caught between pleasure and pain for only a moment before the pain won out and the girl was screaming bloody murder twice as loud as before. Sasuke continued suckling for fear that his brother would notice if he stopped his ministrations.

He wasn't surprised when he felt the blood drip onto him, his brother had picked up a knife again and cut along the lines of the candy-striper's dress, and the girl found a new reason to scream as her front was assaulted, even worse this assault pressed the pins, screws and nails deeper into her tortured back. The blood dripped freely and stained not only the dress but slid down her flat stomach onto Sasuke's face he squeezed his eyes shut but the crimson liquid was already in them burning his eyes horribly. He persisted though, not stopping even after she lost consciousness, until his jaw ached he persisted, he couldn't stop until he had permission, he was a good boy, good boys weren't punished, they were left alone because they were boring.

He didn't stop…

He was a good boy…

A good boy for Master…

When Sasuke thought of another meeting like that, and then thought of how that same girl had gotten him locked in this room for soooo long, his gut churned with angst.

"I don't want to meet this new toy, Master." He said unthinkingly as he continued to jack off Itachi, "I don't think I want to meet him at all." He couldn't keep the whining tone from peeping through, as he at last couldn't hold back the tears, "Please Brother, Master! Just kill it!" he begged refering to the whore, "I'll scream, I'll move like you want me to just don't make me meet the whore! PLEASE!" he sobbed, he pressed his face into his brother's clean shirt shoulder's clenched tight. He was no hero, but surely his Master would allow this for his good pet, his good little boy pet...

Itachi laughed.

A note on OOCness. Yeah it's there (go figure) but its not there permanantlyf)or Sasuke at least Itachi's OOCness has to stay for (obvious) reasons). The cocky arrogant Sasuke is forthcoming, I swear it.

Read Review and take note that I take requests on what direction you want the story to go into consideration (really I do, not lying)

BUT! As for requesting a more violent fic I can only go so far before they will delete my story for inappropriate content (Im pretty sure this chapter is pushing it) but I'll have an X rated version ready soon to be sent to you upon request, if any of you are sick enough to want to read that one mwhahahahah!

Again PLEASE REVIEW! my mom hasn't gone grocery shopping since June and I'm more than a little hungry.