Everything felt as if it were a dream; the sensations and the sounds from yesterday sounding so faint. His voice running it's dirty vowels within my ear drums, reminding me of every glide of his fingers against my skin.
I wish I hadn't given in to him; I wish all of this could just be another vivid dream. I tightened my hands into fists, ignoring the cool metal that pressed onto my overheated skin.
He tied me back down after my screaming last night; a cool smile on his face as he hit me hard enough to knock me unconscious in a matter of seconds. I felt my lips dip as another stab of pain reverberated within my skull; his teasing was driving me insane.
I never thought I would have to survive, decadent food placed by the door, teasing my nostrils with the desire to eat and satisfy one of my basic desires.
I can't live this way, what does he want from me? I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes; hopelessness clawing at the little bit of courage and rage that still clung to my soul. He's breaking me down, and I could do nothing but watch myself wither away slowly.
I smashed my head back then, feeling a sharp pain quiet the pessimistic whispers that now resided within my brain. I glared at the door that lead to my escape, my bright emerald eyes shining from the light that reflected off of them.
I had to escape before he finally owned me, I thought to myself. I can't let him win; I refuse to be his slave. My face twisted with a look of displeasure at the thought, my nose scrunching, and my lips forming into a tight line.
I'd rather die then let him have me. I'd rather put an end to my existence than give in to him.
Author's note: I know this is shorter than the rest of the chapters. But, this is meant to be this way. This is something that Sakura need's to face, she needs to build herself stronger in order to face this sort of ordeal. If she can't fight off her own depression, and her disgust at herself, how will she be able to face Sasori again?