After his departure many hours before, Sasori almost seemed to have changed into a completely different person. He would walk into the room lined with corpses, completely ignoring my presence, and leave again shortly after taking note of the number of corpses on the floor. He barely seemed to acknowledge I was in there, no matter how much I would scream curses at him about allowing me to leave.
My existence was moot, and the pain in my throat and stomach was starting to make it difficult to stand upright on the chains. The manacles had already cut through the first layer of skin if I were to suddenly collapse, I was sure I would cut through and hit bone. The mental image of metal eating flesh was not a nice one and my yelling seemed to grow in number and in desperation whenever I could hear footsteps come towards the door. He had resolved to not coming into the room at this point, and my situation was proving worse as I hoped that he would actually walk in.
Facing molestation at this moment did not seem as worse as dying of starvation and thirst; as much as it disgusted me I had to find a way to get him to provide me with sustenance. The door seemed to open silently then, the sound of footsteps was what gave away his entrance at all. I turned my emerald eyes towards him, my limbs shaking as he surveyed the room and purposely shifted away his gaze from my own.
"God damn it, are you planning to kill me already? Would you at least spar me from the torture and end me quickly? What was the point of even taking me if this was what you had planned for me?" I could help the outburst that escaped my chest heaving and my throat livid with pinpricks of pain from overdoing it. I couldn't handle another day without food and water; I would actually die if he left me in here with nothing much longer.
This seemed to catch his attention; his light eyes finally caught my own after so many times of purposely avoiding my gaze. His lips seem to lift in his trademark smirk; his eyes glinting with the sort of mischief that would make even the bravest man flee. I stared head on, my gaze unwavering as he turned away from the corpse hanging on the adjacent wall and came towards me. His boots clacked on the hard stone, the sound wringing within the room from the thick silence that had formed after my outburst.
I felt my body beginning to tremble at the flicker of his gaze from my eyes to my body; slow and meticulous in its appraisal as he made sure to take his sweet time in reaching me. This room isn't even this big; could he be any more theatrical? But the slow movements were enough to have me shaking in whatever clothing I had left, it reminded me too much of those previous moments that lead to utter defilement. I don't think I could handle another session; my mind was still not faring well from the last time he had played my body like a finely tuned instrument.
I inhaled deeply, ignored the musk of the chemicals used to maintain the corpses and the rancid smell of my own body after being without a proper bath for too long. How have I not died from my own stench? I scrunched my nose at the scent, and hissed as Sasori had finally decided to step much too close; his breath fanning across my face with every consecutive movement from his chest. "Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to fucking kill me?" The words escaping without much thought to the consequences, after all, I was already on the edge of death from thirst as it was. There was another grand silence after my outburst, and I felt that there would be another one coming before I felt rather than saw his hand grasp onto my hip. I wanted to squirm, I wanted to scream, I wanted to get it off but I just stood still as his face remained in the same frozen look of mockery. I hissed out a deep breath as the hand dipped lower, dragging his nails on the exposed flesh as he palmed my thigh without any change in expression.
I wanted to look away from his eyes, scream at him and fight his touch, but I knew this was a game. I would lose if I even acknowledged it and there was no way I would lose to him and fall all the closer to his embrace. He may have ignored me, but he had wanted to make me beg for his attention. He knew I was far too close to starvation and hunger but I would not succumb without it somehow falling under my own terms. I glared deeply into his eyes, and saw his shoulders twitch from the sudden bought of laughter that began to escape him. This guy is fucking batshit crazy, if I had any doubts before there are definitely none now.
"Just when I was growing bored of you, you manage to catch my interest again. How astounding," his eyes flash with heat suddenly but it was not enough to warn me. I felt both of his hands grasp the back of my thighs and part them; his body pushing into the space and closing the distance between our bodies. I wanted to melt through the wall and become one with it; things were escalating too quickly and I my body was not putting up much resistance. The constant growling and pang in my throat serving as a reminder to just how weak I had become at being imprisoned down here for so long. I trembled from the warmth emanating from his form, the cold stone behind me lighting confusion within my form.
I was waiting for his hands to leave my thighs, and further explore me as he had many times before. I was waiting for him to devour me as he had promised me beforehand, but he was content to remain still between my legs. My limbs would not stop shaking from the emotional strain of it all, and I soon couldn't look into his eyes any longer; they seemed to be swallowing everything that was I and exposing me to the true danger of the situation. He wanted everything and anything I could possibly give and I was slowly realizing at this very moment that I doubt escape would ever be possible. "G-get off," my voice didn't sound like me; it was hoarse and almost too low for me to even hear properly. He was picking at all my layers and he had only touched me one; I couldn't bear to think of anything more.
My already haggard breath began to shift into pants, and my heart would not cease the rapid beating that acknowledged just how fucked I truly felt at this very moment. It was almost like I was seeing death in the eye, and it was going to strike without any sort of remorse. "I was thinking of killing you, but after giving it much thought, you would not be as amusing sitting on my shelf. I thought," he paused for a moment to squeeze my thighs and widen his smile. "Perhaps, that I could take you apart without killing you and keep your spirit alive for my own needs." I felt like I was going to be sick, bile burning my throat at the mere prospect of existing with this man. Why did he pick me!? I could see my vision blur as a tiny pinch settled on the top of my thigh, and I looked away from him momentarily to see his hands inserting a type of fluid via a needle.
I started to panic but I was much too tired to struggle anymore, my wrists were in pain from the constant bite of metal from the chains and he kept a firm grip on my legs as he slid the needle out of my skin and pocketed smoothly. It was almost as if the needle had not existed at all; an imagined item that was reproduced by my exhausted mind. I felt like I was going to cry, and I think that I actually had begun to shed tears after I lost all control of my body. I could feel his blunt fingernails on my legs, the soft fabric of his clothes on my belly, and the soft puffs of air he blew into my dirty caked face. He had paralyzed me but he made sure that I felt everything he planned for me. I wanted to beg him to kill me, death would perhaps be better than what he had planned but my vocal chords would not function. Tears fell rapidly, and the expression on Sasori's face did not change as he released my legs and let them fall unceremoniously bellow me; jarring the cuts on my wrists.
"I have much work to do," He stated prudently.
Author's Note: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. This is an update to my virtually neglected story. I can tell you that we are reaching the end of our adventure since I have already planned an ending for this piece and it should be the next or the chapter after the next. I am sorry for dragging this out but due to my own neglect (inexcusable) and my difficulty in writing these characters it posed a problem for me. If there are inconsistencies with how the characters were in the previous chapters, it is due to my changes as an author and the fact I had been too long away from this piece. I am considering editing and making changes on the long run but not anytime soon. I am very sorry for everything. Enjoy this chapter (sorry if it disappoints) and leave me any comments over typos and other issues that could be addressed to improve this piece.