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The Eighth Hour: Date II
The blade pierced the skin around her stomach, earning a pained groan.
"I apologize," he said, pulling the katana out.
She snarled. "Don't stab me in the first place if you're going to apologize afterwards."
"It would not count as torture if I did not hurt you."
"Then don't torture me. Release the genjutsu right now."
"I cannot."
The pain really was getting to her. It was evident in the way her voice cracked with desperation. "Why?"
His expression flickered into something akin to pity, but Sakura dared not ask.
"Because this is a date."
The Ninth Hour: Everywhere
She had to give it to him. She had practically set herself up for that one. But really? The Tsukuyomi? A date? What had she been thinking?
She winced as he continuously stabbed the katana into her. He hadn't sped up though. Itachi was still going at the slow, "relaxing" pace as before. He hadn't gone any deeper than the first few layers of her skin either. The only difference was the lack of a break in between.
In a way, it felt like she was getting deep paper cuts all over her body. And she meant all over. He would stab her right upper arm, then hover the blade over her chest before reaching her left lower arm. He would rest the blade on her shoulder before dragging it across to reach her neck. He would press it against her stomach, creating a thin line of blood, before fluttering it down to her thighs.
She didn't know where to anticipate the next strike.
The Tenth Hour: Surprise
She gasped when he sliced open the skin on her upper thigh, threateningly close to her private area. "Wh-what are you-?"
"Torturing you."
He slid the blade down further, creating a long scar. Blood oozed out and she felt the liquid run down her leg. (At this, Itachi had to admit she was right. It was better when the blood was crimson and not white.)
She shuddered as he traced the scar lightly with the tip of the katana. "Surprised?"
"No," she lied. "Just unexpected."
He did a rare thing and chuckled.
The Eleventh Hour: Sadistic I
She blinked at him, just slightly dazed by the pain all over her body. "What are you, a sadist? Why are you laughing like that?"
"I was not laughing at your pain," he clarified. "I was laughing at you."
That was not any better.
The Twelfth Hour: Break
"Do you require a rest?" he asked out of the kindness in his heart. She looked horrible, and probably felt worst. Of course, it wasn't as bad as his other victims, as he had not been merciful on them, but seeing the rosette's fair skin covered in her own blood stirred something in him –and it wasn't a very pleasant feeling. (But he couldn't deny the fact that her blood made him feel like he was the one in control, and that he liked that very much.)
She scoffed. "I don't get to decide if I get a rest or not."
He was quite pleased with her answer. Although injured all over her body, she hadn't yet succumbed to his torture. She was strong. For that, he will reward her.
"A break it is."
A/N: This was super short even with five stories combined, haha. I'm really sorry! Thanks for reading! Reviews are always welcomed!