WHAT A GIRL WANTS (Modern AU SasuSaku )

Chapter Fifteen

(Author's note: The point of view (POV) always shifted between the author's POV and Sakura's POV only, so don't get confused since I wanted to make the story flow naturally).

The night of Sasori's high school party was a descent into an unsettling world for me. I, at the age of 16, found myself surrounded by adults in their twenties, their behavior pushing the boundaries of what I could comprehend. The air was thick with the stench of alcohol and recklessness, and I couldn't help but feel like a vulnerable outsider.

My discomfort grew as I observed the unimaginable antics unfolding around me. Guests engaged in brazen behavior, their actions pushing the boundaries of propriety without a hint of shame. Couples engaged in passionate displays of affection, and the room resonated with laughter fueled by the potent mix of whisky.

Sasuke, my steadfast and devoted boyfriend, remained blissfully unaware of the party's existence. My commitment to the promise I made to Sasori, coupled with the fear of causing issues in my relationship with Sasuke, kept me ensnared in a situation that felt increasingly wrong.

As the night wore on, my anxiety surged. I clung to the periphery of the party, watching in disbelief as my peers reveled in a world I couldn't comprehend, a world that seemed miles away from my own reality.

Sasori, with his sly and cunning demeanor, approached me, his voice laced with mockery, offering me a drink. "Sakura, loosen up a little. You're among friends here."

Reluctantly, I accepted the drink, a sense of foreboding washing over me. As the liquid touched my lips, I felt the world spin, my ability to hold onto reality slipping away.

The effects of the alcohol hit me hard, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable. My vision blurred, and I struggled to maintain my composure.

Hours later, I awoke in a dimly lit room, my head throbbing and my memory fragmented. Panic gripped me as I realized that I had been unconscious, at the mercy of Sasori's malicious intent.

Struggling to gather my thoughts, I forced my eyes to focus. Sasori stood over me, a sinister grin spreading across his face. In his hand, he held a camera, and the horrifying truth became clear—my vulnerability had been captured in photographs, with the malicious intent to sell them to a magazine.

My voice trembled as I attempted to confront him, the sense of betrayal and violation overwhelming. The central conflict that had arisen from my loyalty to a dangerous secret and my commitment to Sasuke had taken a nightmarish turn.

I was trapped in a moral quagmire, one that could shatter the foundations of my relationship with Sasuke and challenge my very sense of integrity. The choices I would make from this point on would define the course of my life, and the battle between my loyalties raged on, threatening to consume me.

...

In the dim, dawning light, consciousness slowly returned to me, like a veil being lifted, revealing the throbbing pain in my head and the disorienting heaviness in my body. Panic surged through me as the memories of the night rushed back, and I became acutely aware of the dire situation I was in. Worse yet, I was totally naked.

Summoning every ounce of courage I possessed, I knew it was time to confront Sasori. With trembling hands, I reached for the camera in his grasp, determined to snatch it away and put an end to his sinister plans.

As my fingers closed around the camera, I mustered the strength to utter, "Sasori, enough! This ends now!"

Sasori, his cold, calculating eyes locking onto mine, retorted with a sinister grin, "Oh, girl, you have no idea what you've stepped into."