Face down in the dirt,

She said, "This doesn't hurt."

She said, "I finally had enough."

Temari looked around the kitchen giving it one final look over before letting out a content sigh. Everything was perfect like it was every single night before but she liked it, gave her a sense of some sort of control over something not to mention he hated a dirty house. If it wasn't perfect she wasn't doing her job or at least that's what he said.

It didn't matter though he wasn't home even though it was running close to midnight. This fact would of upset a great number of women she knew but it was just the opposite for her. She loved it. Temari knew that if it was this late he was probably going to come home totally hammered and pass out on the couch. Or at worse demand she do her "wifely" duties then flop around on top of her while muttering about a son for a couple minutes top then fall over asleep but nothing worse than that.

There was also always a 3 option too he might not even bother coming home tonight. It was no secret that Kazu frequently went to other women. His unloyalty was something he even flaunted around her time and again. She didn't care the more time he spent with random whores and slutty women the more time he spent away from her. So she let him even though somewhere deep down it hurt her pride but she'd never admit to it.

Throwing the cleaning rag in the bin she pulled down the long sleeves on the black shirt she was wearing. She had taken to wearing long sleeves almost constantly now, it helped more to hide then answer questions. That didn't stop the whispers she heard behind her back, the theories, the gossip, the blame always seeming to land on her.

For as long as she could remember she knew this would be her life. Well not this exact life but to be the wife of someone of importance and that was it. Her father had always made that very clear to her so when her brother's wanted her to meet with a young influential man she knew what they really meant a future husband.

He was good looking she couldn't deny that. Tall, muscular, a handsomely rough face that only the men in Suna really had. The type all the girls loved. She might of even been attracted to him but something in his eyes just seemed off. Sure he gave off that intimidating look that so many men around her had, but his eyes they weren't just intimidating they were just cruel. At that moment she so envied the girls in other villages, the ones who weren't forced into marriage with a man like that.

It was about six months into their "happy marriage" that he made his intention about not being with one woman very clear. Sure there was never anything even close to love in their relationship hell there was barely even tolerance but she still felt a pang of betrayal but she managed to shrug it off. It wasn't like she could up and divorce him over something like that. No she knew all too well she'd be blamed. Her family would suffer embarrassment that the Kazekage's sister 'couldn't keep her husband happy' it was just the way things were around Suna and it wasn't likely to change anytime soon. Suna already was on such shaky ground still with such a young Kazekage last thing they needed was to discredit him from the elders and it'd be all her fault.

So like many other things in her life she just let it go and their marriage continued as normal. That was until a little over a year into the marriage. It started late one night they were fighting she couldn't remember about what anymore but she was sure it was something stupid and he was drunk it always was. All she knew was he backhanded her and hard causing her to step back. Out of instinct she lunged at him but before she could do anything she was stuck it was his Paralyzing Jutsu. He looked her dead in the eye and told her if she ever thought of doing something like that again he'd kill. Looking into those cold cruel eyes she knew he wasn't lying.

The very next day first thing in the morning she headed to her brother's office. She had no idea what she had been hoping for a divorce would be great, sending him to jail would wonderful, her brother getting mad and kill him? Well she wouldn't complain. But that seemed to be the last thing that happened as she sat staring at them as they question her.

"Are you sure that's what really happened?" Gaara asked always the calm one in these kind of situations which made her all the more angry.

"Of course that's what happened! Are you saying I'm lying?"

"No I'm just asking if you didn't provoke him. You knew he was drunk why would you fight with him?"

"Oh ok because he was drunk it was my fault? He's always drunk." She snapped.

"That's not what I am saying at all. Please Temari think of it from my view. We really can't have this kind of scandal going on right now. Kazu has connections that run all the way up to the elders and Suna is already on shaky grounds as it is. We don't need to lose some of the strongest forces we have because of this." Gaara said folding his arms across his desk.

"Ok then what do you suggest?"

"How about you just stay away from him while he's drunk? Your his wife and you need to work this through behind closed doors." He said simply. A common answer that was given to countless women before her she was sure.

It was that day that Temari psychically felt detached from her family. They wanted her to work through it by herself well that was exactly what she was going to do. She withdrew herself not just from her brothers but from everyone slowly at first but soon all together as she became more and more jaded with her life. And the more jaded she became the more she stopped caring about what happened to her. If her own brothers didn't care why should she? It was a dark road for her throught to travel.

That was when her train of thought crashed when she heard the door suddenly fly open. There went her plan to sneak into bed and pretend to be sleeping while hoping he'd pass out. She heard the door slam shut behind him as he stumbled into the entryway tripping over his own shoes. Great he was going to be in a mood.

But it wasn't the mood she had expected normally he'd scream for like he had broken a bone by tripping. Not this time though, no this time he laughed and even odder another laughed joined in. A female laugh.

Temari walked out of the corner of the kitchen which peered into the doorway. Sure enough there he was with some young brunette who was probably barely legal walking with his arm around her waist suggestively as he staggered towards the bedroom blantly ignoring her. She didn't know why but something about seeing this in her own house caused her to snap.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Temari demanded from the doorway.

"Shut up this does not concern you woman." He slurred.

"Doesn't concern me? You just brought back some whore to fuck in my bed I'd say that does concern me."

"Woah, woah I didn't know. I'm sorry I am not down for that." The brunette said backing away.

"I will tell you what concerns you so butt the fuck out." He yelled it was during this time the young girl managed to sneak away back out the door. He glared at the door and then back at Temari. "Way to fucking go! You made her run off."

"I was doing her a favor trust me." Temari said turning back into the kitchen but he grabbed her by the arm tightly pulling her to him.

"Don't back talk me." He said as the back of his hand connect with her face.

"Fuck you." She responded as her own fist hit him right in the spleen causing him to topple over. This was just what she was hoping for, she knew that this was a huge risk but if she could make it to the door she'd be ok.

Unfortunately luck wasn't with her as she grabbed the doorknob she felt him grab her ankle pulling her violently onto the hard marble floor. She quickly tried to get up reaching for the door one more time but failed as she felt herself stuck to the spot. The fucking Paralyzing Jutsu in her anger she forgot to take that into account. What a rookie mistake.

Leaning over he crawled on top of her she could feel all of his weight pressing down onto her but refused to show any weakness. He leaned down looking at her his face only a few inches from her own. There was something different about him now he almost looked like a whole different being like some sort of demon and this scared Temari more than she'd ever known. Sure she had dealt with the Shukaku but she had always known somewhere deep down Gaara was still there and she could still talk some sense in him. But not Kazu there was nothing good in him and there would be no talking her way out of this she knew.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing huh?" He said as it was his turn for his fist to meet her side. She let out a sudden sharp gasp from the pain. "Yeah that doesn't feel to nice does it?" He said as he delivered more blows to her side she could taste blood in her mouth as he continued.

"I'm sorry." She gasped quietly hoping that maybe it would make him stop even though she knew it wouldn't. She was trapped and couldn't find anyway defend herself. He just smirked as he hit her once more before leaning down again.

"You're damn right you're sorry." he said sitting back she flinched waiting to be hit but this time he didn't hit her. "You belong to me. You do what I tell you to do no more no less. And I will do whatever I damn well please." He sneered as his hands moved up around her throat squeezing slightly.

"Stop you're hurting me." It was a stupid thing to say she knew it but she had nothing else. She couldn't move to fight back maybe just maybe he'd let go. Or maybe it'd make it worse as his hands tightened.

"Oh my dear that's not hurting you this is hurting you." He said squeezing tighter Temari was gasping for air as everything was starting to get fuzzy as she fought off the dizziness taking over. "I should just do everyone a God damn favor right now and get rid of you. No one will even care. Why do you think your brothers just tossed you away just like that? They didn't care. No one cares. In fact the only thing you're good for is a lay and you're not even good at that are you?"

It took all of Temari's strength & focus to reply with what she said next. But she knew there was no way she was going to make it off that floor not with this monster on top of her so she might as well get the last laugh.

"Maybe if...you lasted longer than 2 minutes…." She struggled to get it out but he understood. If a person could physically change colors he would of turned the shade of the devil right then.

That was the last thing she remembered as he then bashed her head on the marble floor causing her too lose all consciousness. It was lucky for her that she did lose consciousness so she didn't feel the onslaught of kicks & punches as he continued to beat her up her body. Or the fear in his voice as he explained what happened to a friend and his fear of going to jail for killing her as they made up a plan to dump her into the desert.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?

Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?