Warning: Rape trigger. This isn't a happy one-shot. Please don't read if you are susceptible to such. 

As Sasuke pondered the sins she fleshed out to him, her voice rang sharp and clear: "Lust." He gazed at her with confusion before the word's meaning became less obscure to him. He visually raked her body over with hunger. He licked his lips and smirked slyly. 

"Hn," he remarked, "Look who's coming around." 

"You misunderstand me, Sasuke," [Name] hissed. "The fourth sin you committed was lust. For me, it was rape." She barked out a laugh. "How great of a time it must have been for you. That time when we were at your brother's-" 

"Don't speak of that idiot to me," he suddenly spat, viciously glaring at her. "He is no brother of mine." 

"-party," she continued, as if his retort was unheard. "Your possessiveness was out of control that night... I remember it all, as much as I wish I didn't." Her upper lip curled in anger as she said, "I hope there's at least an ounce of remorse from you by the time I'm done telling you this shit that you've put me through." 

… 

[Name] arrived just on time, or at least she hoped so. There was booming music and the chatter of conversations nearby; her whole body was vibrating from the bass as she stood there for someone to answer the door.  

She tried her luck and pressed the doorbell once again and this time, there was someone to let her in. "Itachi!" she greeted happily. "I thought I was going to have to bust down the door!" 

Itachi chuckled and smiled gently at her. "I apologize for keeping you waiting, please come in." He stepped aside and she entered the house, scanning the large living room. She raised her eyebrow and commented, "Wow. Pretty crowded today for a Friday night, huh?" 

He shut the door and shrugged. "Yes, I suppose. Would you like a drink?"  

She nodded and asked, "Do you know where Sasuke is? He was supposed to be the one to greet me." She pouted at him which in turn caused her to receive a friendly pat on the head from Itachi. 

"I believe he's upstairs. I'll have your drink ready in a few minutes." He motioned for her to go upstairs and she waved as thanks, heading towards Sasuke's room. Before [Name] could even call out his name, she was pulled inside by none other than him. 

"Whoa!" she exclaimed, the sudden, forward rush left her stumbling over thin air. She turned around, only to hear the door slam loudly with Sasuke blocking the entrance. His arms were folded across his chest and his face held a look of irritation. 

"Sasuke, what's wrong?" [Name] immediately asked, sensing the tension in the air. 

"Why did you let him touch you," he barked out. 

"Him who?" she questioned with confusion. 

"Itachi," he said bitterly. "I saw you with him." 

"Well of course you saw me with him," the female retorted. "You weren't there to answer the door but he was." 

His features were impassive before he replied, "Hn. I had things to do." 

Before she could ask him further, there was a loud knock from behind him. His eyes narrowed as he turned around to open the door. When he saw who it was, he said flatly, "What do you want." 

"I came to give [Name] her drink," Itachi answered. He pushed Sasuke aside to step in the room, handing her a red plastic cup. She took the cup and smiled at him. "Thank you, Itachi." 

The corner of his mouth quirked up and merely nodded his head before he exited without another word. She held the cup to her lips, only to be stopped by Sasuke. He had roughly grabbed the drink from her hand, slightly indenting the sides of the cup and causing some liquid to spill out. 

"Sasuke, what is wrong with you?" [Name] asked, her patience now running thin. "You've been acting odd tonight." 

"He might have put something in it. I need to check," he said. He turned around abruptly, only to face her again just as quickly. "Here. It's clean." He gave her the drink before shoving his hands in his pockets.  

She raised an eyebrow before shaking her head. "Really, Sasuke..." As she took a long sip, she failed to notice him eyeing her keenly. She placed the cup down on a nearby table and looked at her lover. "Do you want to tell me what's going on now? You've been avoiding my questions." 

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Not really. Although..." He encased her in his arms and murmured in her ear suggestively, "I rather show you than tell you." 

She lightly pushed him away and complained, "Sasuke, I don't want to do anything. Just stop what you're playing at and tell me!" 

He looked rather annoyed and chose to stay silent before saying, "Like I said, I rather show you." With his strength, he gripped her tightly by the arms, ignoring her pleas of protest. He forced her to move backwards until she hit the bed, toppling on it.  

Sasuke roughly bit on the side of her neck, enough to bruise deeply. She cried out from pain and whimpered, "Sasuke, what's wrong with you? I said stop!" Her hands gripped his shoulders with her nails digging deeply into them. Fear surrounded her as she believed something dark brewed inside of him and was itching to be released. 

"So you like my brother, huh?" he snarled. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his forceful tongue invading her mouth before he pulled back. "My brother can't do this to you. Only I can."  

At this point, her vision was blurring and her strength was decreasing. [Name] realized she was crying and desperately attempted to lift her hand to wipe away her tears, only to find it weak and numb. Another strike of fear in her heart.  

"Sasuke, why can't I move?" she said, her words beginning mesh into one another and slur. "I'm tired, Suke," she mumbled. 

"I'll show everyone you're mine by the time I'm done with you," he said, as if she hadn't said anything at all. He was rough with his actions as he ripped her blouse and skirt off. Hands, fingers, touches, kisses, licks and bites were everywhere on her skin. 

She couldn't move. She desperately wanted to move and slap, hit, kick him. Anything she could do to retaliate against him. She didn't want it like this; not like this. No, Sasuke! Stop! she screamed in her head. Stop it, I don't want this! 

She wasn't wet, not at all. He ruthlessly entered her, using his spit as lubrication. "Mine," he chanted over and over as he went in and out. In and out, in and out. At this point, she managed to think about something else as he brutalized her. I'm not here, she thought. I'm not here, I'm somewhere else. I'm somewhere safe, safe in my own head where no one can get me. Not even Sasuke. He will never get me. This is my place- "[Name]," he moaned, breaking her train of thought. She breathed heavily, releasing a choked sob as tears flowed freely from her eyes. Not here, not here, not here. I'M NOT HERE, PLEASE! 

"[Name]," he grunted again. "Mine, not his. I'm almost there, come with me." Flesh on flesh, skin on skin slapping against each other as she heard the sounds go through her ears. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, she shouted silently. I don't want to, stop it! This is my body, you can't do this, you can't- 

She gasped, cried, moaned -fear, horror, bliss, shame- as she felt her unwilling orgasm hit her hard. It hit her so hard, she rode the waves as much as she wanted to go against them, but she couldn't. 

Fuck- "FUCK! [NAME]!" he shouted before sloppily giving her a kiss on her lips. She felt everything, as much as she was numb and paralyzed. The sensation of his penis shrinking and him pulling out was too much for her.  

... She could barely hear his proclamations of love and forgiveness as she stared up at the ceiling into the distance, far, far, away. 

… 

When [Name] returned to the present, she found Sasuke gazing at the floor with guilt. He said nothing and she said nothing. There was so much already said in that silence. 

And finally, he cracked it. "I'm sorry, [Name]."