Darkness.
Smell of blood.
Deafening sound of falling water.
These three things accompanied Sasuke for four years.
Nothing else.
He sat tied to the radiator. Sakura sang the same tune over and over while frying meat in a pan.
Sasuke met her on the subway. She was standing leaning against a metal pipe, wearing a long pink dress. She looked beautiful.
The handcuffs were digging into his wrists.
Sakura stepped inside with a crepuscular smile.
Sasuke then spoke up. He invited her to meet him again. They ate at a luxurious restaurant.
"Eat, darling."
She slid a piece of meat under the face. He opened his mouth.
For two years she was the best girlfriend he could imagine. He left everything for her and moved to the other side of the world.
Sasuke spat the meat out of his mouth.
"What is this made of?"
"Homemade." he noticed the bandage on her thigh "Don't you like it?"
Sakura was like a demon in the body of a sheep. She lurked around the corner, allowing no escape. And Sasuke became her prey. A victim who will never leave these walls.
