Your Lies || Itachi x Reader

Chapter 9.2

Reader Discretion is Advised - Themes of SA

We were surrounded by the ocean again. There was no sight of land anywhere. I found it quite strange, though. I thought we would be sailing next to—close to—the coast since the land I wanted to go to was connected to the Land of Fire. But I couldn't see the coast at all.

"Miss, can you accompany us into the cabin? The waves are going to get rougher and you may get splashed or trip." a sailor told me.

"Oh okay," I replied. I got off the railing and walked across the deck to the cabin with the sailor. Oddly, it was dark there. I expected all of the sailors to be there since they weren't outside tending to the ship. And, naturally, the lights would be on if people were in here.

Something smelled fishy. And no, it wasn't the ocean.

"Excuse me, why are the lights off—" I spoke, abruptly interrupted by the sailor behind me. He placed his hands over my nose. Another pair of hands constrained my legs, holding them by the ankle. And someone grabbed my wrists. The doors behind me closed dramatically.

The three men restricted my movements and they all pushed me onto the ground. My face was against the wooden planks that made up the floor of the cabin.

I couldn't breathe properly. The lights flicked on. Ten men surrounded me. They were all the sailors who were supposed to be working.

I finally understood the silver-haired man's warning. These people wanted something from me. Or rather, they wanted to use me. I didn't know their clear motive. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

They shouted at each other. "Who has the rope?!"

"Quickly! Tie her down!"

"How is she still not unconscious?! It's been over a minute!"

They ordered each other around. Their voices were muffled. I couldn't hear very clearly. And my vision was getting hazy. Is something terrible about to happen to me?

My eyes were slowly closing. Then, some sort of survival instinct kicked in. Without hesitation, I bit the hand that was on my mouth and nose. I kicked up both of my legs even though they were tied. They hit the sailor who was above them right in the balls.

Thankfully, my hands weren't tied yet. The other sailors tried to grab onto me, but I didn't give them an opportunity to. I quickly weaved the signs for a boil release jutsu. "Futon: Komu no Jutsu!" This was the perfect place to use it since it was a closed space. It would be much more effective than if I were to use it on the deck.

I released acidic mist from my mouth, filling the entire cabin with it. The sailors began to cough and slowly fall to the ground. I adjusted the pH level to make sure it didn't kill them. But I made it strong enough to irritate and harm their bodies.

It didn't seem like any of these men were shinobi since a shinobi would be able to counteract my offensive attack somehow. Is it really this easy to take down ordinary people? And the answer to that question is simple—no. Even people who are not shinobi still have the will to fight. They don't just accept defeat. That's something I should've realized before.

BANG! Someone hit the back of my head with a cast-iron skillet. My body tried to interpret what was happening. Vigorously, neurons from that area of my head sent signals to my brain. And the result was intense pain. It hurt like hell.

I could feel myself losing consciousness and this time it was real. They did not hold back when they hit me... The person who hit me fell to the ground. The mist had taken full effect on him.

I chuckled slightly at my naiveté. Idiot. There were so many red flags. The ship sailed far away from the coast. Them offering to take only one person to a specific spot. Earlier, the warning I had received from the man. It all made sense now. I was a fool for not noticing.

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My eyes slowly opened. The first thing I saw was the ten sailors from earlier. They were all staring at me. They were probably waiting for me to wake up.

I grunted, flinching from the pain I felt in my head. I tried to lift my hands and that's when I realized it—I was tied up on a chair. "Untie this rope before I come over there and smack those grins off your faces, you filthy bastards!" I fumed. They all laughed.

"You can't do anything without your jutsus. And to use jutsus, you need to weave signs, which you can only do with your hands." one of them commented.

"People like you think of themselves as so high and mighty when in reality you're nothing without your jutsus."

"All they do is look down upon people like us."

"She really thought she did something back there with that fog thingy. Whoever says we teach this cocky bitch a lesson, say ay." a sailor announced. I recognized him—he was the one who had knocked me out earlier. The other nine sailors said, "ay."

I couldn't bear for this to happen. I didn't want to be powerless. Not in a situation like this.

"What exactly do you want with me?" I asked. I needed to know their motive—what they truly were after.

"Isn't it obvious, Terumi bitch? We all know who you are—and your bounty." someone said from the back.

"And we wouldn't mind messing with you a bit. I'm sure the black market wouldn't mind if we tainted their product. Maybe unpackage it a bit." another suggested.

A few of them got closer. Their prying hands led them to my shoulders. One of them slid his hand down my back. Slowly, he undid my zipper.

I braced myself. I knew what was coming. And it wasn't going to be pleasant. This was one of the experiences I had always been scared of. Being taken advantage of—by ten men—it wasn't something I would want for even my worst enemy.

"Don't do it. Please... Don't gang r*pe me... I don't want to be humiliated like this," I begged with my shaky voice.

They laughed in unison once again. "Begging won't help you. It's your fault for being difficult." one chuckled.

Another came to the front. "And for being so tempting." He licked his lips. "I mean—the way you're dressed—you're practically asking us to do this to you."

I hated that excuse. I heard it many times when someone told me a story that involved $€xu*l assault.

The sailor who had unzipped my top slowly pushed both sides of it down my shoulder. This was it. I know I'll never be the same after this. Tears fell from my eyes. I tried to put on a brave face, but I couldn't. The sailors waited in anticipation. 

The doors bust open. It couldn't have been better timing. Right before I was fully humiliated, someone had interrupted the sailors. The sailor stopped pushing down my top. Thankfully, my chest was still covered.

The person kicked the sailor closest to him, slowly beating each one that came in his way. It was all a blur to me, so I couldn't remember the details.

After he took down all ten of them, he ran over to me. He pulled the two sides of my top and zipped them together. He then untied my wrists and ankles. Was he here to save me?

I got a better look at him. He was the man from earlier—the one with silver hair. After he finished untying me, I was able to get up from the chair. "You okay?" he asked me. I couldn't utter anything. Instead, I ran into his arms. I sobbed and sniffled.

He comforted me, caressing my back as I cried. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes. I wasn't ready to let go. Not after what just happened—and the terrible thing that would've followed it. He didn't seem to mind, though.

"It's over. Don't worry... Did they harm you in any way?" he said. I knew what he was referring to.

I shook my head in response. He let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god..." he said, holding a hand on his chest.