His face was battered, bruised his left eye left swollen. Dried and crusted blood clung underneath his nose as well as on his clothes, some parts of his face. My entire body shook, not knowing how to comprehend or what to do about the situation.
So I did the most logical thing I and my mind could think of.
I started to tear up, crouching at his side to take off the dirtied clothing. Shakingly, my hands gently touched his back so he could sit up in which he did with no problems. I guess that's a good thing considering the fact that I couldn't see if he was hurt anywhere else since he had on a black shirt as well as black skinny jeans which is pretty hard to see through.
Lifting the shirt over his head slightly, Sasuke grunted in before lifting his hands above his head so I could take it off entirely. There was a small cut on his abdomen but that was all. I looked around for something to dab the blood off with. A drippy pipe, a small puddle, anything but found nothing. There was nothing else I could use except..
I lifted his shirt to my mouth, hesitantly before gather licking as much saliva I had in my mouth, quickly, before lifting his chin up and digging into the crusted clinging blood on the side of his head. He grimaced when I pressed hard on said area. Every time I did this, he would first grimace before biting his lip and letting me continue and every time I did this, a wound would appear, some reopening.
I hadn't noticed when the cell door was open, I was too busy with my current 'job'. Sasuke, on the other hand did notice. He shifted before swatting my hand away, eyes motioning me to turn around.
I whizzed around only to look into the reflecting lenses of another man, a familiar one at that.
"Miss Hyuga and Mr. Uchiha, please stand." He stated as if it was more amusing than in a commanding voice. I turned around to look at Sasuke only to find him already on his feat. This man stood about and inch shorter than Sasuke, Grey hair sporting a ponytail. He doesn't seem old. His hair is probably more than definitely dyed. I tried to stand, wobbled a few times before a hand stuck out which I took standing to my full height.
"Please follow me to your new holding place, I assure you that cleansing materials, food and clothing will be waiting for you at your arrival."
This dude sounded so sleazy. I know that I'm captive and stuff now but did he really have to say it as if this was all a big hilarious joke. A though entered my mind about laughing to make it sarcastic but I brushed it off as quick at it came to me.
It was Sasuke who to walk out of the cell first, bumping harshly into the shoulder of the amused guard. Guard? Was he a guard? He doesn't seem like it but who knows. I rushed passed the bewildered man as Sasuke did only without the harsh shoulder bumping. He stood there for a moment before taking his leave as well to guide us to the new area.
Is he maybe a guild? Gah, Never mind. He pranced in front of us, adjusting his glasses and raked his eyes over our figures, smirking a little too lustfully. My body flushed, not knowing whether to take that as a compliment or what.
Right as the staring started to get uncomfortable, the man halted us to a stop, sweeping his hand to the left to shoo us into the cell, I could only guess. Sure enough he hadn't lied when he told us that clothes, food and a first aid kit sat awaiting. The clothes waited on a dirty twin sized bed, the food and kits on a small metal cart.
The room was small, filthy (at least to me), it looked like rats had been the previous 'tenants' of the cell, the place smelled weird and to top it off, there was only one bed.
Just one.
Not two
Just one.
I sighed before grabbing one of the kits looking were Sasuke and the strange man were standing, Sasuke glaring holes into the man while man raked his eyes over Sasuke and once more myself before closing the gate.
This is one hell of a way to get 'taken away' after leaving your own wedding.
Authours Notes
Update 1/30/2015:
So I really didn't do too much but this is still a lot me because now I can actually continue this! WOOT!