Based slightly on the sci-fi movie 'Timber Falls' All the rest is original people.

I do not own Naruto or Timber Falls, just some plot.

WARNING: Language, violence, Lemons duh, scenes of gore.

*Chapter one: Wet and painful*

Her face was caked with blood, mouth sealed with a dirty cloth.

She ran out of tears when the remains ran down her dirty cheeks, the woman had cried too much since this whole thing started. Her position was similar to Jesus Christ's crucifix.

Her blood stained hands were nailed firmly to the piece of wood she laid on.

The metal item was cold against her flesh and if it were possible, the nail could've frozen it. Her dark brown hair was greasy with sweat, chestnut tinted tresses reflected in the dim light of the room of torture and rebirth.

Once silky chestnut locks were now damp with her blood, stuck on her pale face.

The bags under her hazel eyes proved that she hasn't slept in days, and she hasn't… couldn't…

The huge figure of a man clad in a black leather overcoat played with electricity cable, the current of the cord zapped with energy. He was chuckling darkly like the maniac he was and as he continued to amuse

himself with the cable like a confused child, his victim cringed. The electricity reached the spilled oil on the soiled ground, producing a small fire. The cloaked figure chuckled again as his male victim leaked more

blood from his wounds and from his eyes. The maniac was almost done with his task.

Another sharp male scream echoed from the other room… Her boyfriend , she guessed gravely, unable to shed tears.

The young woman made a move to break free, in her case, rip her hands free first.

She slowly pulled her hand off the huge nail, biting so hard on the cloth around her mouth that her bottom teeth met with the top ones. (Only with the cloth in between.)

The sour smell of the room hit her hard across the face, but she had to survive and there had been so much worse that she had endured.

The pain…

The torture…

The smell…

Once her hand became completely free, she couldn't help but sob at the giant hole in her hand, blood gushing out of it.

She was suddenly sorry for laughing at Jesus in 'The Passion of The Christ' movie for being fake and bloody. Now here is a taste of her own medicine, except she was very sure God and his son weren't laughing at her.

She paled, her hazel eyes, though glossy, widened at the sight of the injury.

She choked on another sob, not taking it well.

The brunette bit on the cloth again, pulling the other hand out of the large bloody silver nail. This one was even harder, since she had lost so much blood and the wound caused her hand to become numb and

heavy. With foreign tears finally swelling up at the corner of her eyes, she breathed harder and harder.

The woman inhaled deeply, with one swift motion, she pulled the aching hand out of the devil's nail.

Finally, the woman had the chance to get the hell out of there, but she dared take her time to stare at her blood soaked hands. If she didn't hurry, her wounds would become fatal.

Taking another deep, yet shaky breath, thee pale brunette untied her feet… Dirty and stained with blood. She was missing a pinky but getting the hell out of this shit hole was way more important. A deep male

scream shocked all the bravery out of her system, the adrenaline that started to pump in her veins not too long ago vanished in a snap.

She stood with difficulty she tried to adjust the dirty blood stained white gown that reached her bruised knees.

walked carefully now even if her legs were so sore and numb at times, not daring to disturb 'them.' Reaching another room, she saw her boyfriend tied upside down, his face red and bruised. The faint light of the fire illuminated from his room of torture and she felt her heart skip a beat. FEAR…

His eyes widened at the sight of her similar battered form but said nothing.

The same sadistic figure blocked him from her view… This time she didn't hesitate.

"Run Kira! Run Now!" He screamed even if his throat had been slit right after he yelled for her safety. Kira didn't have that much energy to weep around but she ran.

She ran as fast as her battered wobbly legs could take her.

The exit was above her, a mere piece of wet wood was in her way…

"Stupid! Fucking exit!" She screamed in annoyance as she tried to get the wooden door off its hinges. Footsteps were louder, she had to hurry before this maniac catches her.

Finally, she punched it open with almost all the remaining strength she had and dashed head first out of the shit hole she'd been trapped in for the last couple of months.

The outside air felt so foreign to her senses, the fresh smell of the atmosphere, the cool wind that lingered every now and then, all of it.

Her eyes took a while to adjust as the sunlight seem to blind her sight.

Wasting no time, Kira ran…

As fast as her battered wobbly legs could take her, Kira didn't have the time and that much energy to cry her heart out for her lost boyfriend or the time to take in and examine or cherish the beauty of her surroundings.

The only thing that was in her mind now was to run…

The male in black was following her of course, what predator would leave their prey behind in the wild to fool around? Not him.

Into the rich green forest, he followed, his pace constant.

The male snatched a long hook-knife-two-sided blade from his leathery pocket, smirking as he followed Kira's blood trails-from her hands.

Kira ran, damn it she ran.

Her screams were not powerful enough to bring help, beyond those timbers, no one could hear her at all since no one was near her.

She was already weakened from the lack of food and air, she heard him coming after her, the leaves he was slashing to get through the thick bushes and branches to find her echoed. Kira fell forward, right into

a mound of sticky mud, she sobbed silent cries and choked on her own saliva as the maniac took her fall as an opportunity to taunt her weakness and foolishness.

He walked towards her as she was backing away on her elbows, fast then slow, fast then slow again. Kira then started to crawl her way away, she was about to be decapitated if she didn't hurry up. However,

with that huge lack of stamina, she could not.

Bringing herself on her feet rapidly, Kira stumbled, her hazel eyes widening as she came face forward to a waterfall, rocky and a steep cliff.

Her heart sank in her stomach…

Kira could either jump or wait 'til he gets her. The brunette made her choice as the disgusting killer approached her with his hook-knife ready to strike.

She jumped…

Kira felt nauseous as she fell but all that stopped when her head collided with the large hard boulder below.

Fresh water ran under her broken twisted body, washing away the dark crimson liquid that just would not stop gushing out of her cracked skull.

Her dead hazel eye remained open, fear and shock writing in those pools of fright.

Locks of brown fell over her pale face as the coldness within spread over her body, indicating her death. She was dead… Cold…

'Whatever. That bitch just saved me the time to run around. And her nasty blood to get all over my coat. Normal humans sure can be gross.' The male thought carelessly.

He turned away from the cliff, his business awaiting and a new couple to abuse.

Keys clacked together as the young woman closed the door with a click. Her curly pale pink hair graciously fell over her shoulders as she whipped around to meet the sweet kiss her boyfriend initiated.

"Ready to go?" He asked, deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

His towering frame of 6 ft could intimidate anyone, his built physique, pale flawless skin, the spiky raven hair and the glossy navy blue highlights that blesses his bangs and upper spikes. Oh, the so aristocratic facial features and the most beautiful onyx orbs of his that could never be read. Yeah, he was so close to being perfect if he was not socially retarded. Man of a few or no words at all. The natural pink-haired beauty should know since they've been together for almost five years now. Being twenty-one years old and yet so mature couldn't entice her more. Even if she was 5'8, her petite curvy form still prevented her from reaching eye level with him.

"Do we have to go right now Sasuke? I wanted to…" She ran soft fingers over his chest, her bright emerald eyes batting seductively as she purred the last sentence in his ears.

"Spend a little more time in bed." He added with that same familiar smirk on his face.

"Maybe." The pinkette said slyly as he brought his face closer to hers, increasing her blush tenfold.

"Four years and you're still blushing… even though we've done much more than just kissing." Sasuke whispered against her ear as he kissed it.

He could smell the sweet fragrance of her namesake accompanied with the apple garnier shampoo he applied in her hair this morning in their shower.

Those skilled hands of his that touched her body from time to time, soft in the most intimate fashions could also break her small waist in half if put on the wrong move.

However, as he pinned her to the door, his lips although inches away got a reaction out of her. "oh… Sasuke-kun…" She moaned as his warm breath blew on her skin.

"What? Now Sakura? I haven't even done anything… yet." He whispered as his hands glided lower towards her dark blue apple bottoms jeans.

He released her with a warm short peck on the cheek-which left the Cherry Blossom disappointed and unsatisfied.

Now, he got her panties all wet and they haven't even reached their destination.

"Hey! You can't just live me like this Sasuke!" She finally opened her eyes into an empty spot as her emerald eyes followed his figure walking away.

The raven-haired guy ignored her, that same damn smirk never fading.

"Cocky bastard." Sakura muttered as her own smirk started to spread.

'I'll get him for this later.' Sakura thought deviously, making her way towards the huge gates of their manor.

The couple's trip might just be worth the time off work. Just might be.

"You don't have to cry honey. Our Lord will find us a new one ok." A pudgy man tried to hush his crying wife.

"No, this one was going to be perfect." She whined as tears swelled up her eyes.

"We'll find a new couple. I promise." He kissed the top her head, moving a few strands of dark honey hair from her face.

"He didn't have to kill them you know, honey. We could've forced them to have another baby." She smiled.

"A new younger and healthier couple might be better."