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Chapter 4

Frightening Desires

The soldier led me away from the building, he led me away from all of the other woman and I couldn't help but feel the discomfort for my current situation growing the further the distance grew, the further we travelled into stranger territory. I struggled to see anything through the darkness, the black moonless skies encompassing us like they were prison walls. There was only the harsh glows of the lamps from the buildings that surrounding us.

I urged myself to ask what was to happen to me but when I cast a glance at the soldier tugging at my arm, when I met the harshness within his eyes, I knew that I would not receive my answer. I wondered if every person I was to meet there would show the same hostility towards me - I wondered if I was going to meet the same unforgiving, cold eyes that would make me so uncomfortable.

We moved further, our feet crunching on the gravel and leaves beneath our feet as we past many more places and walked down more hallways. The intense stares of other soldiers burned holes through me as we strode past them, their eyes burning holes through me as each watched me as if they knew what fate had in store for me the closer I became to the Captain. Their eyes laughed like this was a sick joke. I could only hope that we were almost there so this could be over and done with, so I could return to the others as soon as I could.

The soldier freed my arm, a red mark evident on my pale wrists as we came to a sudden stop, evidence of his harsh tugging, his sharp fingernails that had gripped and dug into my arms. He lightly tapped on the door in front of us, grabbing my arm again to ensure that I wouldn't be able to find an escape route as I winced in pain. They were all so unforgiving.

Almost immediately, the sounds of someone moving grew audible from the other side, loud against the deafening silence that hung in the air. There were keys jingling as they were inserted into a lock, a twist of the door knob, before the door shot open and we came face to face with the Captain.

"Send her in," he growled.

The Captain turned in the opposite direction and strode towards the bed and I merely stood there, frozen in position, unaware of how I was to react or what I was supposed to do. I stared after him, noticing every footfall and the drop of his shoulders with every breath he took, but I didn't move. It was almost as if I unconsciously felt the dark aura that radiated from that room, the darkness within the Captain's eyes as he had spoken earlier even though he was seemingly calm. It was as if I somehow knew what lay ahead of me, what would happen when I stepped into that room and the door would close behind me. But I couldn't get away.

The soldier behind me grew impatient, drumming his fingers on his arms, as if he was waiting for me to move through as the Captain sharply turned his head back towards us.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked, though I didn't know who he was speaking to. And as I opened my mouth to reply to him, I realised that it wasn't I who he had addressed.

The soldier grabbed a hold of my shoulders, shoving me in at such a force that I stumbled in my steps and fell to the ground below, before he rushed away and slammed the door. A strained cry escaped from my lips as my head smacked against the ground. Yet there was no response from the Captain. I was left alone with him.

As my head lifted, my eyes darted back and forth, searching for him as he grew invisible within my line of sight. The room was clearly large in its size but I couldn't help feel that there was something peculiar about it, a strangeness that I would struggle to explain. It was almost completely bare, with a large bed at the head of the room, a chest of drawers and one arm chair, which had a small table at its side holding a decanter of Whiskey and a glass which was half full of the vile liquid. The strange thing however was not the lack of furnishings but the fact that the room seemed to hold no personal belongings, no family pictures held on the walls or memorabilia sitting on the chest of drawers. The lack of furnishings increased my discomfort of being there, the presence of alcohol not making anything better, and I couldn't help but feel that his room was representative of the Captain's personality. He was cold and secretive, wanting to keep things to himself.

"Get up! I don't have all night!" His roars tore me away from my trance. I grew aware that he was still there, pacing himself around the room. I turned my head in his direction, watching as his hands fastened on his keys as he walked forward and locked the door once again.

I lifted myself off the ground, brushing the dirt off my clothes as I stood up to face him. I pushed my shoulders back and calmed my breaths, trying not to appear weak in front of him despite how I was feeling inisde, despite the growing fear and fright for my current situation. There was no telling what was going to happen. was.

"Good. It's nice to know you understand what will happen if you don't follow my instructions."

He took a few steps towards me, his feet thudding against the ground until we stood merely a few inches apart. I tried to avoid his eyes as if they were deadly. I didn't want him to see through me, to see over the wall I had built to guard myself from him. My nose wrinkled at the vile stench of alcohol which lingered in the air. He had been drinking.

"Hmm, you have really beautiful hair you know," He whispered in my ear as he leaned even closer, his fingers running through my pink strands.

He slowly stepped backwards and took small steps around me until he was walking around in complete circles. I couldn't help but feel that he was the most intimidating person that I had ever met; he could have even intimidated Ebisu sensei. It was his presence, his aura, that made me feel small and weak, that made me feel like I couldn't do anything against him. His eyes didn't dare to tear away from me, scanning leisurely over my body while I remained like a statue, the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Beads of sweat sat on my temples, running down the length of my face.

I was afraid. I was petrified. What was he planning? Why was he looking at me like that?

"It would be a shame if someone was to cut it off, wouldn't it?" He asked, the smirk never fading from his lips. I didn't want to know what he was trying to say, what he was trying to imply by saying those words. Was he trying to threaten me? I glanced down at the long pink waves that framed my face, the ends dirty and needing attention. What was he planning on doing?

"Why am I here?" I asked, knowing that there had to be some reason behind why he had wanted to meet me in private.

If we were in private then no one else could see what he was going to do to me. No one else would be witness to the cruelness of the Captain and though at that point, he seemed almost harmless, god knew what he was capable of. I wasn't safe, I was no longer ever going to be safe in the Captain's chambers or anywhere else in this prison camp, and I finally came to understand that if I hadn't said those words earlier then I wouldn't have been in that situation. I wouldn't have him staring at me in that way. Why did I have to be so stupid?

"I'm glad you asked," He smirked. If we were thinking the same things then this situation couldn't have resulted in ending in my favour. The way he said it made him seem so sinister. His hand reached up, the tips of his slender fingers brushing against my cheek as he returned to my side, "I'm a man. I have needs. And I want you to… fulfil those needs for me, Sakura."

"Needs?" I squeaked, unable to control my shock. I had to calm down. He couldn't have meant that. I was probably thinking the wrong thing. He had meant to say something else. Yes, that must have been it.

I could hear him chuckle and came to realise how much my body was shivering with fright, my limbs shaking vigorously. He leaned even closer than he had before and I could feel his breath warm against my skin, so warm but so cold, a shiver licking up my spine. His chest was rested up against my back like it was normal, the tufts of his ebony hair sending tingling sensations across my skin as they came in contact.

His lips were so close to my ear. "Sexual needs," he whispered.

No. No. No. I wished that he didn't mean it. I wished that he was trying to just play some joke on me, a cruel joke to make up for the trouble that I had caused him earlier that day.

He traced my jaw-line with his finger, cupping my chin within his palm as he forced me to meet his eyes, the heat transferring into my skin as he leaned his head forward. His lips were just inches from mine. A part of me urged to kiss him, to meet his soft lips with mine. The other wanted me to kick his ass and gag if he came any closer. Why had no one ever warned me of the things that really happened in life? Somehow it's my fault I never realised my life wasn't a fairytale. It was more like a horror story.

"I would never do anything like that for you!"

I spat at him distastefully, my nose wrinkling in disgust, my eyes full of venom. The Captain reeled back in distaste - his shot open as he glared at me angrily, wiping the moist saliva from his smooth skin. I could feel him scanning my body with his cold eyes before taking a strong grasp on my arm and pulling me closer to him, his nails digging into my skin so roughly that I knew he was going to leave a bruise.

The atmosphere grew more tense, the reeking smell of alcohol growing stronger as he came even closer. The nausea sat in the pit of my stomach.

"Unless you want your beautiful pink locks cut off, I suggest you do what I want," He spoke gently, trying to coax me out of my current state of mind. He was growing impatient with me, trying to threaten me as if I would give myself to him as a result. I was unsure whether he was actually speaking the truth and or if he was merely telling lies, if he was actually

I lifted my head to find him staring at me, his dark eyes watching me with his lust and hatred. His hands pressed down on my shoulders as he dropped my wrist from his grip, smoothing the fine fabric of my dress as he ran his filthy hands over the curves of my body. I didn't know how I should have reacted. I didn't know what I could have said to stop him from doing what he wanted.

His hands hovered over my breasts for a moment, squeezing them aggressively as he let a laugh escape from his lips, "It's such a shame that a body like yours had to go to waste on a virgin."

I'd never felt so violated in my life though I knew this was only the start of it all. I didn't know how much further he wanted to take this, how much he would want to taunt me in one night, but I couldn't help but feel that it would continue for as long as he wanted me to suffer. The only thing that could have made any of this worse was that I couldn't do anything to stop him. Nothing but hope that it would all come to an end, my eyes squeezing themselves shut as I prayed for it to end before he could properly hurt me. I prayed that God would listen and help me, save me from him.

He pressed his lips against my skin, my cheeks flushing to a deep red as his lips trailed along my jaw. I tried not to succumb to the pleasure that the act was giving me - I had never been touched in such a way by any man, the foreign act bringing along with a strange burning sensation within me. But when I realised who this man was, when I realised his intentions, I could feel nothing but disgust. Anger. Hatred. And I didn't want to take this from him anymore. I couldn't take it any longer.

My hands lifted from my sides as I shoved him away with all my strength, a single tear coursing down my pallid cheek. His eyes shot open as he staggered backwards in shock, falling to the ground with a thud, his head knocking against the side of his bed. I could hear his breaths growing heavy, knowing the anger was building inside him as my feet rushed beneath me and I ran over to the door.

I hurriedly reached for the handle, the metal creaking as I turned it within my hand and tried to push the door open. It wouldn't. The handle creaked within my hand but the door wouldn't budge. He had locked it once I was in the room. He had the keys.

"You won't get out until I'm done with you, you fucking bitch," he harshly whispered into my ear, forcefully grabbing me from behind. My heart started pumping in panic, each breath growing heavier as beads of sweat mixed with my tears. I cautiously glanced back at him, his eyes dark with fury as the blood trickled down the side of his face from the fresh gash on his forehead. I was in big trouble, very big trouble. There was no way I could have escaped from him then.

He pulled me closer to his bed and pushed me back onto it, my back sinking into the comfort of his mattress. It felt warm and soft, the closest thing I had came to luxury since I had arrived there but I couldn't enjoy it for long. He climbed on top of me, straddling over my limp, surprised form, while trapping my legs between his thighs.

"I'm going to give you one more chance since you're new here. I just want you to give me what I need and then I'll let you go," he said, trying to keep calm and serene but I knew the anger was just waiting to explode from within. It was already evident within his voice and his eyes.

There was nothing he could have done that would have been able to change my mind. There was nothing that he could do to make me let him have what he wanted. I had made my mind already.

"I will never give myself to you, you bastard."

Unconsciously, I slowly raised my free hand as I threw it forward and whipped it across his face. I never knew when to stop, I would keep trying to fight fire with fire but I would only ever just get burned.

The anger and fury that he had suppressed grew visible as he slowly moved towards me. My body began to shake vigorously in fear. I shouldn't have done that. I should have found another way to make him let me go, offer him something else. I was always quite stupid and I always would be.

I gasped in agony as he hit me in the stomach, my body crumpling in pain as he lifted himself off me and threw me to the ground. My eyes squeezed shut as everything started to become blurry; the world was spinning around me.

"That was one mistake you made," he spat.

And slowly, I became engulfed within the darkness.

I woke to find myself unable to move, restricted by the pain that remained within me and I couldn't help but wonder how long I had been in the darkness for. My eyes shifted around the room, as far as I could see in my state, darting back and forth but I was unable to see the Captain within my surroundings. Was it possible that it was all a dream? That the past day I had experienced hadn't really happened? Could it have been possible that I was still in my room in Suna?

I spotted a glimpse of something pink lying on the ground in the corner of my eye. I looked down to find strands of hair the same shade as mine, scattered along the ground beneath me. I reached to feel my own hair but my hands were somehow restricted. I was still stuck, struggling to move.

"I don't have much experience but I think your hair looks fantastic," a deep voice broke me out of my trance. I glanced up to find those dark, cold orbs staring at me while a chuckle escaped from the Captain's lips. He couldn't have really done that, he wouldn't have

Tears formed in my eyes as I saw my reflection in a mirror at the other side of the room, slowly streaming down my face. The beautiful hair I once had was gone. It had all been cut off by that bastard. I tried to clear the lump that had formed in my throat but to no avail.

"Get out. You've got away for now. But don't forget, you'll come to see me every evening," he taunted me as he freed my arms from the bonds that had restricted them. "I will get what I want from you. don't make me put a bullet through your head."

I slowly lifted my body off the ground and returned to my feet, taking my time to walk back to Moegi. The others in command burst into a fit of laughter as I passed them by, looking down in shame. It was very late, the moon bestowing dim light upon our surroundings as I sneaked back into the building/ I no longer looked like Sakura Haruno. I was a prisoner.

I still have to edit this ending but gosh this took me a long time. You should expect quicker updates now that school's over and I managed to get through Prom, haha.

Let me know what you think about this chapter (gosh Sasuke's evil),

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