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Stockholm Syndrome

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The massive room was filled with people, the crowds pushing one another to make room. Hinata looked around, eyes wide, swallowing at the thickness gathering in her throat. The room was a sight to take in, all sorts of people, from the most beautiful of women, to the most hideous and ghastly men. The tight dress felt as if it were constricting her chest, pulling tighter and tighter by the second, clinging to her skin. It was made of black satin; the sleeves reaching down to her hands and tying around her middle finger, and the hem of the dress was ripped and tattered. The V of the chest dipped far lower that she would’ve liked it to, exposing the dip between her breasts.

Hinata clenched her eyes shut, wishing she was anywhere else. Why had he chosen her? She was the weak Hyuuga heiress, there was no possible way she could be good for breeding. Loud music began to play, and she opened her eyes. It was beautiful, and played with skill, but there was something very lacking about it, like a funeral song, something that you never wanted to hear no matter how wonderful it was. With her building anxiety, she couldn’t even take pleasure in the sound of it. It merely grated on her nerves. Her heart thudded hard in her chest, pulsing in her ears and hammering her head, putting pressure behind her eyes. Her hands shook hard and she pressed her lips together tightly.

She was in the Sound Village, surrounded by powerful enemy ninjas, waiting for Orochimaru and his most powerful vessel to arrive. As Hinata’s eyes scanned the room she spotted him standing proudly before his village, and she jerked her eyes away quickly. She could feel his eyes on her, staring unabashedly as he tested her curiously. Death would’ve been better than this. Torture would have been better than this. She stood with her back to him for several minutes, breaking into a cold, nervous sweat as she struggled to control her breathing until she finally felt his gaze leave her and turn to someone else.

Someone rested their hand on her almost bare shoulder, and she went stiff. They moved closer, until they were pressed against her back, letting their hands slide over her. Her back was so straight it began to ache, and the persons hands slid down her naked arms, over her waist and then rested on her hips. His hot breath puffed against the thin sheen of sweat forming on her nape, and her stomach felt queasy.

“I've been anxious to see you.” he whispered in her ear.

The walls of Hinata’s throat stuck together as he ran his tongue over her ear, biting at the lobe. He let out a heavy sigh. He was toying with her, there was no way he couldn’t see how terrified she was of him. Her muscles were tense under his palms. The music’s tempo increased suddenly, and Hinata nearly jumped out of her skin. The man wrapped his arms around Hinata’s plump middle, and pressed firmly into her back. He drew his tongue over her ear again, nuzzling his nose into her hair, his breath brushing her scalp. Hinata’s breath stuttered. Without warning, he spun her around, and it wasn’t the least bit surprising to see the face of who had been teasing her. The only Uchiha survivor stared back, his face impossibly blank.

He gripped her tight, pulling her against him so that his chest was pressed firmly to hers, crushing her breasts. He pushed his face close, their mouths barely touching as he stared into her wide open eyes. His breath was sweet and heady; she could taste it. He repositioned his hand to tangle in her hair, and he pressed his mouth to hers. Sasuke then drew back, just staring at her face blankly, then leaned back in again, pressing their lips together harder. Their teeth clicked, and Hinata flinched. He tilted his head and pushed her lips apart with his own, plunging his tongue into her mouth intrusively. He let out a soft moan, his fist tightening in her hair. He didn’t relent until his lungs began to ache and he had to draw back for air.

He paused, listening to Hinata pant, and took her lower lip into his mouth. He sucked hard, running his tongue over it until it the skin was bruised, and then gave it a sharp nip. Hinata winced in pain, attempting recoil and struggle, only for him to tighten his grip on her even more. He released her lip reluctantly. Sasuke dipped his head down, and drug his tongue over the pale column of her neck. Her skin was soft and warm. He lightly nipped from time to time, just to keep her on her toes. He moved his head to the soft fleshly place between her neck and shoulder. He took it into his mouth, sucking hard for several long seconds, and then sunk his teeth into her once more. Hinata jerked, pressing her lips together hard to keep from crying out. Sasuke barely seemed to notice her petty struggles, but relented from his sexual advances for the time being, and settled for holding her.

They merely stood there for several agonizingly long minutes while he cradled her, his face never changing once for a split second. He was warm, and his smell was masculine. He rested his head on her shoulder, just inhaling the smell of her skin, and reached to her side, taking her arm and resting it on the middle of his back. He licked his lips, the taste of her skin lingering in his mouth. It was rather nice. A gray haired Sound nin approached from behind Hinata, standing a few back.

“Master Orochimaru requires your services.” he said, a smug smirk curving his lips.

Sasuke lifted his eyes, giving him the same empty stare, slowly lifting his head from Hinata’s shoulder. He stared at Hinata’s face, even though she wouldn’t meet his eyes, then left.

“Take her to my room.” he said. The gray haired nin nodded, and approached Hinata.

"This way, Hyuuga-san." he said. Hinata followed silently behind him as he led her elsewhere, through the crowd and into a confusing series of halls and corridors.

Hinata finally managed the courage to lift her eyes and stare at the back of the nin's head, and abruptly recognized him. Kabuto, the young man from the Chuunin exams all those years ago. He glanced behind him, smirking at her when he saw her staring at him. Hinata quickly broke the contact and looked down at the floor, seeing no purpose in familiarizing herself with the surroundings. Kabuto finally halted and opened a door.

"Here you are, Hyuuga-san." he said. He waited patiently for her to enter the room, and then closed the door behind her.

The room was gigantic, with white painted walls and a bed that filled most of the space. A massive bookshelf covered one entire wall, and there was a desk in one corner, a dresser in the other. There were many kunai, needles, shuriken and scrolls strewn everywhere. A scratched Konoha headband lay on a nightstand on the left side of the bed. She sat down on the corner of the mattress and held her throbbing head.

Two soft knocks thumped on the door a while later, and Hinata raised her head, unsure whether to answer or not. Sasuke stepped in before she could decide. He settled his blank stare on her, and closed the door behind himself, stepping out of his shoes. Hinata straightened her back, putting her hands down at her sides once more. He licked his lips, then finally took his eyes off of her and began to unbutton his shirt. The door was unlocked, but he obviously didn’t expect her to make a break for it. He assumed she would stay…and he was right. Se couldn't see what good running would do her, knowing no matter what, he'd most likely catch her.

He continued undressing, as if she weren’t in his room watching. Her face turned beat red, and she stared down at the floor, turning her back to him shlyly. She knew it probably wasn’t the best idea, if she wanted any clue as to what he was going to do, but it wasn’t as if she didn't already know. It would happen whether Hinata was ready or not. There was a rustle of cloth as his pants fell to the floor, following his shirt, and he stepped forward, until his pale feet were in her line of view.

Sasuke wasn’t rough or brutal. He moved closer and closer, until he was directly in front of her. He reached down, taking her chin between his fingers awkwardly, lifting her face so that she was staring into his eyes. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, blinked, and then very gently placed one hand on each shoulder, carefully pushing her backwards onto the bed, until she lay flat on her back. Hinata stared hard at his face, trying to focus on his expression for any clues of what was going to happen next. He just moved his hands underneath her arms, positioning her more comfortably on the bed.

Her already frantic breathing became much more labored as he climbed on top of her, naked, and straddled her hips. He gently ran his hands over her face, and then bent down, kissing her gently. Reaching underneath her, he undid the buttons of her dress, and pulled it from her shoulders and downward. Hinata, by no means, was relaxed, but she wasn’t merely as terrified as she’d been earlier that night. Her mind was as blank as Sasuke’s face was, as she refused to let herself think at all. His breathing became a little ragged as he pulled the dress away from her chest. He ran his finger tips very lightly over her skin as he continued sliding the dress away from her body. Whoever had redressed her had included no undergarments whatsoever.

Sasuke’s hands gently caressed her shoulders, slowly moving downward while he bent his head to kiss her. Hinata was stiff and afraid, but allowed him to do what he wanted with her. Struggling would only make it worse, she thought to herself. There was nothing she could do to stop him, not matter how much she struggled or screamed. And he wasn’t hurting her. This was what she was hear for; an heir, to be bred. If she attempted to put up a fight, he might become rough with her, and she didn’t want that. She didn't want things becoming any harder on her than they already were.

He spread her thighs, and Hinata closed her eyes tight, swallowing hard and holding her breath. His hands did one last sweep over her body, running from her rounded middle, over her breast, across her face and through her hair. She would’ve been self-conscious during her first time, if the circumstance had been any different. She was just terrified. So she merely lay on the bed, in a semi paralyzed state, too frightened to move. Sasuke rested his head between her shoulder and neck, and entered her in one smooth thrust. Hinata clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to breathe, her body going rigid. He let out a soft, but hoarse moan, and his shoulders sagged. He stayed still, for a moment, whether it was for him to adjust or for her her sake, it wasn't clear. She clenched her hands at her sides, balling them into tight little fists, waiting. When the pain wasn’t quite as terrible, his hips began sliding back and forth, forward and back.

The sensation wasn't even mildly pleasing, and Hinata stayed stiff underneath Sasuke throughout the entire time. He shuddered with release, thrusting faster, and let out a short little cry that he muffle against her skin. Her own release was barely noticeable, and she was afraid at first that he was going to collapse down on top of her and crush her into the mattress. Instead, he lifted his head and rolled onto his side, watching her and stroking her face with his fingers until she fell asleep. He sweetly brushed his lips over her lips, running his finger tips lightly over her eyelids. A squirming feeling in his stomach made him uncomfortable as he stared at the peaceful expression that had settled on her face. She hated him. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

He lay beside her the entire night, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling and occasionally glancing back at her. He let his mind wander, until the sun rose, just below the purple clouds outside, and then disappeared behind them. Sasuke glanced at Hinata’s face, his eyes studying her one last time. He pressed a chaste kiss on her soft lips, and shifted from the bed into a standing position. He dressed quickly, and strode do the door, silently exiting the room, and locking it with a soft click.

He kept a calm, steady pace as he continued down the hall, not sure of where he was off to yet. His thoughts were rather blank as they passed through his head, analyzing the familiar surroundings more out of habit than actual precaution. His skull felt hollow.

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