I do have to sincerely apologize for leaving so abruptly everyone, this story had been plagiarized and I was very upset about it but a friend of mine informed that fanfiction had added this new function that prevented copying and pasting so I decided to give this site another chance. Again, I'm really sorry to all my honest readers. It took me a really long time to find my muse to write this fic again.

The Death of Sakura Haruno

The light fixture was broken again.

Not that Sakura noticed for she has always preferred the dark anyway.

It stalled time from him whenever he came to visit her, if only by a few seconds. He was Sasuke Uchiha, the man that had literally torn her life apart with his bare hands.

Sakura lied cold upon her bed of marred white bed sheets inside of the completely shadowed room that was dead bolted from the outside. She only knew this because whenever he came to find her it took him a prolonged moment to unlock the door and always a heavy metallic 'clang' sounded before the door opened.

Then she would come face to face with her dark eyed captor.

A man of stoic beauty and flawless features that she would have found attractive in any other circumstance.

Any other circumstance that didn't involve him being a psychopath.

While he'd never physically hit her during her captivity thus far, that didn't mean that Sakura wouldn't get hurt in some way or another-

-when he forced himself on her.

Sakura buried her face into the crumpled white linen sheets beneath her as the debase acts that she tried to suppress in her memory (as soon as they'd occurred) came flooding back to her.

She wasn't a strong girl. People always thought she was but she was really quite weak on the inside.

And she was forced to confront this fact now more than ever, being the object of Sasuke's insane possession and lust. Whenever he took her, right in the midst of their most heightened pleasures, he would always whisper the same thing to her: "You're mine. Don't ever forget that…you can never leave me."

And as much as it shamed Sakura to say it, part of her was starting to believe him.

She'd lost count of the days she'd stayed here for because sometimes she would black out and miss the twenty-four hour count; meaning she would wake up and look through the single window in her room to find that it was either still dawn or still night. Then Sakura wouldn't be able to fathom if she'd either been asleep for just a couple minutes or an entire twenty-four hour count.

It may have seemed weird that Sakura couldn't predict her own sleeping schedules…but the reason behind it was simple: Sasuke drugged her food. And more than often it was laced with some kind of sleep medication, throwing her entire REM cycle out of whack.

By now Sakura had gotten used to the telltale signs of having woken up from a drug induced sleep. Her head always felt heavier and it was very hard to fall asleep for the couple days after.

While the benefits of staying unconscious and unaware whenever Sasuke visited her appealed to Sakura…the theories of what he would do to her when she was unconscious…completely outweighed them.

She just wished Sasuke would get sick of her and find someone else already.

No! Inner Sakura chastised her thought immediately. How could you wish this psychopath upon someone else?

Yeah, that was rather selfish of her…but how else would she possibly get free?

She'd tried, on several occasions in the past, to break out. All of them ending in failure and Sasuke punishing her so severely for the transgression that she was usually left unable to walk for the next couple of days.

Eventually, she'd stopped trying.

And besides, how do you even know he'll set you free if he finds another toy? He might kill you! Inner Sakura intoned pragmatically and Sakura couldn't help but agree.

It was all true. She didn't know if he would let her go alive, if he would do that at all.

From the little info she'd managed to garner about the man named Sasuke, she'd discovered that he was a very calculating, careful man.

All the furnishings in her white cemented room had their feet nailed down to the ground, so she could never pick up anything to use against him. Even the drawers that pulled out in the cabinet had brass bolts on both ends when they extended, disallowing separation.

All the wood in the room was pristine new and devoid of chippings so Sakura couldn't even dislodge some aged chunk and use it as a makeshift stake. The single window also had thick copper bars nailed juxtaposing across the glass pane.

There wasn't even any kind of fixture on the ceiling for Sakura to potentially hang herself on!
Because yes, the thought of suicide had occurred to her by now.

Everything. EVERYTHING. He had thought of already.

The man had prepared for any and all forms of escape she could possibly come up with.

Sakura knew that this either meant he'd done this many times in the past or he really was just that intelligent.

She prayed to god that it was the former because that gave her hope of someday outsmarting him and running away…even though her inner practical self already knew the real answer. Too many escape attempts of hers had been foiled, even in the planning stages, for her to not concede of his vast intellect.

Sakura Haruno knew she wasn't dumb. Far from it in fact, for she'd finished top of her class in Ninja Academy, having been accepted to train under The Fifth Mizukage, Mei Terumi, when she was eighteen…only to have Sasuke steal this future from her.

She hadn't known who he was.

The strange man who suddenly appeared to her one night when she was walking home, who had just stared at her with strange red eyes…

-and that was the last thing she remembered before waking up in this hell. Originally, he'd kept her in a wooden cabin but soon moved her to this iron place, chaining her ankles to the footrest of the bed.

Despite her growing obedient over the…unknown amount of time she'd spent with the man, Sasuke had never relented with the manacles.

"Y-you can't expect me to wear them the entire time you're away!" Sakura had shouted, back then when she still had her audacity and strength. She was referring to the fact that he often times left her alone for what was more than hours on end, or sometimes even days until he visited her and took them off.

"Look! The skin on my ankles has already been worn down by the steel!" Sakura had exclaimed while jutting out her foot for him to see; Sasuke didn't look down.

His expression was locked dead tight in rage at her defiance.

He suddenly pounced on her, shoving her down onto the bed as his hand came to grip her jaw painfully. His entire body lied atop of her as he whispered menacingly close to her face: "That will be the last of your problems if you don't accept that this is the way things are going to be."

She normally tried to avoid angering him by now, usually content if he just wouldn't hurt her. But...just the way he said that last statement. Just the way he was so flagrantly oppressing her...Sakura couldn't help herself. She tsked in fury and spat into his face.

She wasn't going to submit to him.

Sasuke growled in absolute fury and-

The pink haired girl broke off her flashback there, refusing to think about that wretched night any further. Needless to say, things hadn't ended well for her. He'd imposed his body onto her, using her endlessly until she was broken and bleeding in the bed.

Though, to her surprise, about a week after that Sasuke had heeded her words about the painful metal manacles and switched them with leather ones, secured with a digital lock.

Sakura hadn't been stupid enough to mistake the action for him caring about her. She wasn't foolish. The sick man had probably rationalized that she would last longer as a toy to be played with.

She'd stopped arguing against everything he did to her by now.

There was absolutely no point.

He had after all crippled all of her chakra points, forever preventing her from using any sort of jutsu anymore, no matter how much she rested or recovered. And so literally Sasuke only had to put in an ounce of his strength to suppress her whenever he realized she was trying to free herself again.

There was a chance that Tsunade, Konoha's current Hokage, could heal her…but Sakura couldn't very well go to the woman while she was captured like this.

And so much time had passed without any sign of anyone even looking for her…that Sakura had lost hope that the all-loving Hokage ever would find her.

Perhaps…she would die here after all.