Secrets (Kakashi x Reader)

Monster, How Should I feel?

         "No! Please..." I screamed as the strange boy with round glasses pushed me onto the bed. He only smirked at my cries.

        "Don't worry (F/N)... I love you, so I won't do anything your uncomfortable with." He bit my neck.

        "I... I'm un-uncomfortable with all of it!" I screamed again, only to be cut off by his lips. His tongue explored my mouth, so I bit. He instantly pulled back, checking for blood.

       

"Now, now. If you were uncomfortable with it, you wouldn't have done it with the Copy Cat ninja. What was his name, Kakashi?" He climbed back on top of me.

        

"I don't know who that is!" I yelled. "I don't know any ninja!" I gasped for air as his lips came down on mine. I don't know any ninja. Who is he? Who is Kakashi? "Please..."

         He sat up and laughed. I groaned as he lifted himself up, then dropped.

"You like that?" He repeated it, ten times exactly. Tears ran down my face. He stopped and looked down at me. I was a mess. I don't know where I got these clothes from. I wore all black, it was more of green and brown now. Mud was all over me. I don't know what happened to my shoes.

         "You are a mess." He said, stating the obvious. "Here, I will be right back. Then I can get you out of those rags." He rose and started towards the door. "I'm Kabuto, by the way." With that he left. I rose and desperately looked for an exit. I could never fit through the air vent. I grabbed at the door, it was locked. There was no other form of exit. Only a desk and chair. And the bed. He returned, and I hurled myself towards the door. He only grabbed me, before throwing me onto the bed. He had rope. I kicked at him, he only slapped me. Grabbing my wrist, he tied it to the bed post, doing the same with my other, and my ankles.

"Now, (F/N)..."

        "I don't know who that is!" I yelled, fruitlessly trying to remove my binds.

        "You are (F/N). You look a lot like your brother, by the way."

        "What brother?!" I couldn't move. He was good with knots, I could give him that.

       

"Here... let's get these off of you." I winced as he hooked his fingers into the waist-line of my pants, slowly pulling them down the my ankles. I closed my eyes, silent tears threatened to choke me.

          "Hmmm." I could feel him cut my pants, I heard them hit the floor. I felt him do the same with my shirt, I could hear it hit the floor. All I can do. Hear, feel...cry. I gasped as bare hands danced across my body. He caressed my cheek, I bit him as his thumb traced over my bottom lip. I winced as a sharp slap filled the air.

"If you do anything wrong, I will punish you." His lips found mine. I stopped resisting. What was I to do anyway? He licked my lips. So foul...

           "Open..." He muttered against my mouth. When I did nothing, his thumbs dug into my biceps. Obeying, I opened. More tears fell as he groaned into my mouth. I sucked in air as he made his way to my neck, ignoring the line of spit. "Move." I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access. His lips weren't soft against me, but harsh, demanding, greedy. What more could I expect? I winced as he bit. Not just one spot, but all over. He made his way to my chest before sitting up. "This thing is in my way." He frowned, looking down at my bra. I cried, lifting my back. His hands made it to the latch. He removed it. He tossed it on the floor. I cried again.