WARNING! This chapter contains rape. If that bothers you too much, do not read this chapter. Otherwise read on at your own discretion.
A/N: I've had more inspiration hit me for this story so I HAD to write. It helps that I listen to dark music when I write for this so I can get into that mindset. I thank everyone who's favorited, follow and reviewed. It really helps to know that I'm doing well so far. This chapter is a little shorter because I didn't want to take too much away from the intensity of this chapter.
There's also a reason Gaara's thoughts and feelings weren't expressed in this chapter. That's coming in the next update.
Enjoy!
"Hinata," Asuma's voice was stern and loud as he looked down at the small girl.
"Hm?" she quickly looked up at him when she finally realized that he was saying her name. "I-I'm sorry…" she apologized as she hung her head.
Asuma's large hand was holding one of the many metal bars that separated them from the long, gloomy hallway and a door just beyond the bars. His features hardened as he looked down at the timid girl, "Listen to me closely Hinata." She slowly brought her head up. "There are no women beyond this point and there haven't been for a while. The nurses are the only women that had been beyond this door and even some of them refuse to come here anymore," his voice was as hard as his stare. "Be careful."
She didn't reply to him, but gave a small nod. Her white eyes watched as he nodded to a guard behind Plexiglas and heard the buzzing of the door being unlocked. Hinata understood what he meant quickly which only made this situation more nerve racking than it already was. If there hadn't been women past this point before, was she really all that safe? The idea of her body being mangled and covered in a crimson blanket by the hungry wolves beyond the door seemed to do something strange to her. Hinata licked her lips in what seemed like anticipation, yet only her shyness was shown through her eyes.
Her body remembered the hits it used to endure from her cousin. Bruises and blood were always on her body everyday because of his resentment towards her. She had no control over who she was born too, yet he still made it a personal vendetta. His white eyes would stare at her with such malice that she used to think he was plotting ways to kill her. Slowly her arms came up to wrap themselves around herself; his pale hands used to strike her with such force that often times she would be knocked unconscious for short periods of time. Each time she would wipe blood from her mouth, from her arms. It was a sight she had grown so used to that the world stopped meaning anything to her. The only thing she knew, the only time she felt, was when she was being beaten.
She thought that Naruto was her angel when he whisked her away to his apartment, when he would stand up for her. And yet, she never truly felt anything unless that cool, tacky red silk was being spilt. It was always so smooth and comforting. She could lose herself in its sweet, loving embrace. A smile began to grip the corners of her mouth as she let her mind wander to just days ago on Naruto's birthday. The man she loved to no end; he had shared such an intimate thing with her. He had given her his essence, his love, his life, all so that she could feel something. Her broken world felt whole when she ran his blood through her hands, feeling droplets slide down her wrists, tickling her skin. Her small body gave a shudder. All she wanted was that ability to feel.
The echo of the door slamming behind her caused the Hyuga to jump slightly. As her eyes blinked back to reality, she was struck with the sight of a dimly lit hallway that was so eerily quiet it sent chills along her limbs. Darkness gripped her as she followed Asuma down the hall, his boots making the only sounds. Their screaming echo pounded away at her ears and she actually felt fear. Her hands began to feel clammy as she continuously rubbed them along her white pants. The paint on the walls was chipped and peeling in what looked like, Hinata drifted to the wall, claw marks! Her tiny voice choked a squeak and Asuma looked back at her from over his shoulder.
"This is not a friendly place Hinata," he muttered, his jaw tense and his body following suit. He had to be on his guard in this wing; everyone did.
Mindlessly, her fingers played at the hem of her shirt as she let her eyes fall to the cement floor beneath her feet. How would she survive in a place with men who haven't seen a woman in who knows how long? In fact, how did she plan to survive at all when they were the worst this place had to offer? Asuma stopped just before the last metal door, the sounds from beyond it causing the door to vibrate. Hinata swallowed hard as a bead of sweat rolled down her neck. Her eyes were fixed on the handle as he gripped it and swung open the door. Instantly her ear drums were bombarded by screaming and rattling metal bars. She quickly covered her ears, shutting her eyes tight.
He looked back at her. "Don't show fear. They'll eat you alive if you do."
"R-right…" she mumbled as her hands dropped to her sides.
He stood by the door, motioning for her to go ahead of him. There was a different set of rules for this half of the castle. He needed to keep his eye on her and if she were following behind him, she could easily be grabbed by another patient. Slowly her feet took steps inside the deafening room, staring at the ground. She didn't want to see the kind of people she would be forced to be around. She especially didn't want to look when the other patients finally saw her.
Her long dark hair contrasted the pure white of her scrubs; pale skin nearly matching them. The howls and rattling only got louder as she felt all their eyes on her. The feeling reminded her of her father's emotionless eyes staring at her in utter disgust. He had always treated her with such distain that he did nothing when she told him about Neji abusing her. To him, she was his reject daughter. She was nothing more than the girl that came before the prodigy that was her little sister. While he never physically hurt her, the mental and emotional abuse she suffered left her mind shattered and scarred. Everyday, she would be subject to him demoralizing her and praising her sister. Even then she wanted to run a blade through him. There was so much resentment flaring in her heart for him that it burned in her eyes as she let images of all the things she could do to him play in her mind.
Crimson coated her thoughts and again she felt at peace. Her rigid fingers popped as she released them from their white knuckle tensing. That look he had given her when he realized there was nothing he could do to stop her was more than enough to fill her body with happiness. She remembered smiling as she severed his head from his body and cackling internally as she heard the uneven sounds made by it rolling on the floor. She ran her nails along the length of her arm; she so desperately wanted to feel again.
Her attention turned as she came upon a shadow filled cell. She had ignored everything else around her; all the semen spurting to the floor at her feet, the spit soaking into her clothes, the hands trying to grab at her and the lewd comments. Yet this cell, it was so dark. It was the kind of dark you only saw in horror movies. Inside, she automatically knew that evil lurked within. She knew a devil slithered along the floor. True evil lay beyond the darkness that made up the tiny five by ten cell. Something pulled at her being, beckoned her to come closer. It must have been those green eyes glowing from the darkness. They seemed to be the only light breaking through the heaviness. Slowly her feet shuffled forward, venturing a look inside.
Hinata wrapped her nimble fingers around the rusted metal bars and peered inside. A low, vicious growl emanated from those shadows, like a predator warning its prey. Even though she could see nothing but green eyes, she knew they were baring teeth at her, grinning at her. A feeling told her to back away, to get as far away from the evil as possible and yet, she found herself unable. The pure, tantalizing fear that hugged as she gazed into the eyes of pure madness, pure evil, made her body stay. They made her want to go inside, to touch them; let them ravage her into graceful beauty. The voice continued to growl at her until suddenly it barked, lunging at the door.
With a terrified scream, she jumped away from the door, or tried to. A pale hand, though tanner than her own, held a death grip on one of her pale wrists. Pushed up against the metal bars of their cell was a young man no older than her. His red hair was messy and dirty, as though he hadn't taken a shower in a while. Dark jade eyes stared wide eyed at her, heavy bags around them from many, many years of no sleep; the look of utter insanity clearly present in them. He bore his teeth at her in a Cheshire like grin that only said one thing: 'I will rip your sweet, pale body to bloody pieces'. On his forehead was a tattoo of the word 'Love' that struck her as odd. What struck her even more was when she felt a tongue run along her hand and through her fingers.
Her terrified eyes snapped to her hand and watched as he savored the taste of her rose scented skin, his insane filled eyes closing as if to image something delightful. Hinata watched as flicked his tongue out from under the nail of her ring finger and engulf the finger into his mouth. In complete honesty, she was amazed that he didn't try to bite it off. Or, at least she thought he wouldn't. For a minute, he just sucked on the digit like it were the teat of a mother's breast but when she felt his teeth begin to put pressure on her bone she screamed and ripped her hand away, the fabric tearing in the process. Asuma ran to her side and jammed something in between the bars sending the young man screaming back into the darkness of his cell. Hinata's body trembled as she held the hand he had been suckling against her chest, vigorously wiping away the drool he had slathered her finger in.
The clicking of the taser in Asuma's hand caused her to look up at him. "I'm sorry about that Hinata. I should have acted sooner," he said as he looked down at her, stuffing the weapon into his belt.
"It…it's alright," she murmured shakily as she tried to push the experience from her mind.
That had been the same man she saw in the courtyard. The same one who had tore flesh from a man with just his teeth; the teeth he had just tried to use on her. They had been unusually sharp for teeth, maybe he filed them. He had been the man to kill a guard by slamming his head against a tree repeatedly. Imaging the drops of blood caused her body to shiver in both terror and delight. He scared, no, terrified her with nothing more than his eyes. None of his mad acts mattered to her, but his eyes. They held every insane thought in his mind, said everything his mouth never did. His eyes told her that death was a real possibility. They told her madness was an exit from fear, from pain, from torment. There was nothing but madness and blood with him.
Asuma led Hinata to her cell towards the very end of the room. "There's a group therapy session for the patients in about an hour…" the look on her face made him actually smile. "Don't worry, even these patients know not to act out during therapy. The psychiatrist doesn't tolerate disruptions like theirs."
Hinata nodded as she walked into her tiny cell, hearing the bars close behind her.
"I'll get you another shirt," he said leaning against the bars. He watched as she tugged at her torn sleeve awkwardly.
She bit into her bottom lip softly. "Th-th-thank you."
From the corner of her eye, she watched as he left her alone, in the echoing screams of her prison. When she was barely able to hear the slam of the door at the other end of the room close, she took the two steps needed to flop onto her twin bed. With a sigh, she swung her legs up onto the bed and laid back with an arm lazily resting against her forehead. Her white eyes looked up at the single light hanging from the ceiling, the light barely bright enough to sting her retinas. The entire cell was made of nothing but gray cement bricks, their color distorted from blood and age. The floors were slick but not hazardous and shared the same theme as the rest of the floors in this wretched place; cement. Everything here was either gray, white or rusty orange.
They really needed to add color to the walls. Rolling onto her side, her eyes stared at the wall with a clouded over look as she thought about all the ways she could paint the walls red. Images of taking a knife or broken piece of rusted metal and running it through screaming bodies brought sick delight to her tense body. Her muscles relaxed as haunting sounds of mind shattering screams filled her ears and her body being covered in their essence. Oh how she dreamed of letting them feel what she wished she could. To see the looks on their faces as she sunk her nails into their eyes; her fingers cracked as she clenched her hands into fists.
Howls filled her ears as she slowly let her mind slip back into reality. As she stared at the wall, deaf from the screams, she didn't notice the green eyes of the devil staring at her. The sound of her cell door opening however, caught her attention. Just as she was bringing her head up to see who was opening the door, she was struck with terror as the redheaded man towered over her. Her pastel pink lips parted to gasp as a hand clasped over her mouth. She was forced onto her back as he swung his body onto hers, straddling her full hips. The sight of his maddening grin and deprave eyes sent a lingering shudder of fear throughout her body. What did he plan to do to her? More importantly, how had he even gotten out of his cell?
Instinctually her body tried to fight against his own, and it was at this point she realized that although he looked weak and hungry, he was very strong. He leaned down, her tongue slipping along her neck so slowly that she thought it would never end. She knew what he was doing; he was savoring every inch that his disgusting tongue touched. Even though she wanted to scream, she couldn't with his hand fastened over her mouth. It wasn't like they would be heard anyways in this wing full of madmen howling like dogs. Her body shivered when she felt his tongue lick along her collar bone with such a gentle caress that for a single moment, she thought he wouldn't hurt her.
She was wrong. His free hand pushed her shirt up quickly and his teeth sunk into her right breast. Hinata screamed against his hand, throwing her head back as she felt her blood slipping down her sternum. Chills of searing pain coated her skin even as he released his grip on her flesh. The air bit at the wound with such force that tears slid from the corners of her eyes. She felt his lips graze over the open, bleeding wound, smearing her plasma all over them like a child playing in their mother's makeup for the first time. His tongue lapped at the liquid with such thirst that it felt like he needed it in order to survive.
Despite what her mind was screaming, her body felt like it was on fire! She felt a swirl of passion twisting within her gut, heat beginning to emanate from between her legs. Her heart slammed against her chest with so much force that she felt it might just jump out of her chest and thump away. Even though her thoughts were telling her she didn't want this, she didn't enjoy this, there was no denying that she did want it, and that she was enjoying it. When her body finally found the strength to move, she grabbed his hand that covered her mouth and pulled it away enough to sink her canines into his flesh. She heard him yowl in pain and jerk his hand away. Her eyes held a mixture of fury and desire as she glared up at him and his ominous form. He certainly was a devil in the night. He was the thing that parents warn their children about. If he were anything other than human, he would be the monster that even monsters fear.
There was a resonating sound of bone cracking as her head snapped to the side. She yelped in pain as his fist broke her cheek bone and left three distinguishable, dripping, scratches on her face. As her long hair covered her face, she heard the jingle of keys dropping to the cement floor and felt a searing burning sensation as his nails dug into her stomach and ran down to her hips. This time, he allowed Hinata to yell with all her might, unobstructed by his hand. She threw back her head again, whimpering and crying as the cool feeling of her blood stung against the heat of her new wounds. Her body twisted and contorted under his and a wide grin spread across his face.
She kept telling herself over and over again that this was wrong! That she wasn't enjoying the feeling of sheer terror that was building within her. Over and over again she had to reassert her belief that everything he was doing, every scratch he gouged into her was not something that should be making her feel! And yet, as the muscles in her body tensed and strained, she could feel the wetness of her body telling her otherwise. It was almost as if he read her mind because it wasn't long before she felt him pull down the elastic waistband of her pants to her knees. She closed her eyes tight feeling exposed and embarrassed as he gazed upon the red lace boy shorts that covered her dripping lips. Asuma hadn't been lying when he said that the patients here hadn't seen a woman in so long if this was the reaction she was being forced to suffer through in her first few minutes of being locked up.
Hinata drew in a sharp breath when the cool air around them washed over her wet center. She heard his lips smack as if he was about ready to dine on his favorite meal, and she felt her heart skip a beat. A surprised gasp escaped her throat when she felt his tongue slip between her lips and hungrily drink at her juices. She felt him grin against her skin, as if amused by her body being so utterly turned on by his violence. Her toes curled with each pass of his tongue even though her face contorted in disgust. She didn't want this! How could she want someone other than Naruto defiling her body? Hinata let forth an unexpected mewl of pleasure as his tongue plunged deep into her. That was when the sound of other voices could be heard vaguely by her pounding ears.
Eyes full of lust opened to see the red headed man being torn away from her and Asuma coming to her side. He was saying something to her but she couldn't hear any of it. The only things she could hear were the sound of her elevated pulse and his roars of anger as he was forcibly removed from her cell. Her half lidded eyes stared up at the murky gray ceiling as she mulled over what had just taken place. Hinata knew her eyes were crying, but she wondered why her body was shaking with, not only fear, but pleasure. Had she been excited? Had she truly enjoyed the feeling of his inflicted torture? Cool, tacky blood slipped along her pale body, covering her in its glowing beauty. That feeling of being so consumed with the scarlet blanket was overpowering. She felt a shiver rack her body, but never the hands of Tsunade as she examined her and tended to her wounds.
What had she just experienced? What was this feeling welling inside?