Author: Hippo-chan PM
And so this is his punishment. To be stuck between life and death, right here. I suppose it should be named Limbo, then. Very Dark. Very Angsty. OOC-ness. Rape. SasukeItachiRated: Fiction M - English - Tragedy/Angst - Sasuke U. & Itachi U. - Words: 585 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 5 - Published: 10-24-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4614824
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I Apologize, once again to all those who are fans of my other story, That Pretty Little Box. I'm not completely abandoning it. I just don't have the chapters that I had typed up stored on this computer, because this computer is not mine. I will, though, have internet for the next week or two. Maybe longer. Though I can't say I will post anything new on my DN fanfic, I will post new things when inspiration hits. Thank You so much to everyone who doesn't think I'm a total bitch right now. And if you do, that's okay. I expected it.
"Not again! Please!" A broken whisper made in both reflex and defense.
"That's not enough, aniki. Not anymore." The voice, chilling him to the bone and sending shivers raking down his back, was aided by the frosty hand running down his battered chest. A whimper forced its way through his quivering lips.
"You're so beautiful when you're broken." Harsh. Cold. Frozen, like the rest of the man above him. Terror. Raving, petrifying terror coursed through his veins like ice, locking up his joints and keeping him in place. Not that he had the option to move. The chains binding him to the wall ensured he stay put.
"No, please. Not again, I can't! Please!" He was still torn, bleeding and broken. He couldn't handle this again.
That same, frozen hand venturing ever further south. The paralyzing terror mounting, choking a strangled sob from his throat.
"You deserve this. You're a monster in need of punishment. You don't deserve to live, but death is what you wish for. And so this,"
The sound of a zipper. The hand moving lower.
"No! Stop!" Another sob.
That cold, horrible hand deceptively caressing his hip.
"Please." One last desperate plea, choked out before resigning to the inevitable.
Hands, destroying the only barrier between them. Between him and the horrible monstrosity that tower above him.
The cold rush and onslaught of searing pain blinded him.
The deafening sound of his screams drowned out the unmistakable noise of his wrist breaking, and amongst his already unendurable agony, he didn't feel it either. The river of pained tears that rolled down his purpled face went unnoticed to all.
His shrieking pleas to die, that only did to rip apart his dried throat, went unheard. The pure look of uncaring monotony on his tormentor's face, a face carved to beautiful perfection just like his own, told him that this would never end. He would never die. Never be free. He would always hurt like this. He would always have what was no longer his be forced from him, time and time again. Every pounding thrust was Hell being forced into his body, only to be brutally ripped from him the next second. He sreamed, harsh, bloody, and grated, then fell back against the concrete, limp as a ragdoll.
Really, this came outta a notebook of mine that I've had since 5th grade. I just revised and edited some things, and bam. Itachi gets raped. By his brother, who, might I add, to anyone who keeps up with the manga, is a total douche-bag. He is a ginormous (Yay made-up words!) bag of douche. No offense. Just my opinion. :D Hopefully angst-hate-incest-rape-love-sex between these hotties can maybe fend off those who wish to kill me. :D