CHAPTER 9: The Little Secret ⚠️

A/N: WARNING!! ⚠️ Mentions of sexual harassment and severe physical torture. Also, sorry for not posting on schedule.🤧 In any case, brace yourselves 😁

MEANWHILE, INSIDE THE UCHIHA RESIDENT~

Sasuke was sharpening his sword skills with his sensei in the central hall of his mansion. He had been doing so every alternate day, except Sundays, for the past ten years.

Why?

Because he had been ordered to choose a sport that he wanted to learn when he was six. Uchihas had to excel in everything.

Young Sasuke was never interested in rough games like soccer or basketball. He was always artistic. He wanted to learn art, any kind of art. So, he chose that one sport that was no less than a form of art for him. He picked the 'katana' and named it 'Kusanagi'.

He loved the way his katana moved in his hands, as if it were a part of his body. His moves were fierce yet elegant as he danced with his sword rhythmical with fluid grace.

Sasuke's beauty could captivate anyone who saw him handling his Kusanagi, and his sensei, Orochimaru, was no exception.

He had been eyeing Sasuke since he hit puberty. And Sasuke was aware of it. He knew that he was not safe with him, that his safety was jeopardized every other day, but there was no way to help it.

Just like any other time, Sasuke, in his set of white and grey hakama kimono, sparred for an hour. The hall was echoing with the serenade of the blades before Orochimaru held his steel to Sasuke's neck.

"If it weren't for the slippery floor, I would've been defeated by you. You're already catching up with me, Sasuke kun."

Orochimaru spoke, retracting his katana back into its sheath. His voice was eerily husky, and his eyes were yellow, almost like a snake's, as they roamed all over Sasuke's body, taking in his perfect, slender frame.

Sasuke could feel Orochimaru's eyes on him. A shiver ran down his spine, but he kept his cool. He calmed himself down and glared directly at Orochimaru.

"Oh, Sasuke kun, don't give me that stare. It's only natural that I admire your perfect curves."

Orochimaru spoke bluntly and began advancing towards him. His hand stretched out, aiming for Sasuke's waist. Sasuke saw through his attempt and slapped his hand away in an instant.

"Oho! Sasuke kun, are you going to disobey your elders? I believe it's against the morals of the Uchihas."

Orochimaru had a point. He was a very important person to Fugaku, and Sasuke knew that the last thing his father would want was to anger him.

'He might be an important person, but I can't let him harass me. It'll bring shame on the Uchiha name... No... I don't want him to touch me.'

Sasuke was scared, but he glared at Orochimaru with lifeless eyes.

"Orochimaru, don't try and sabotage the pride of an Uchiha."

Orochimaru smiled at him. Suddenly, he was behind Sasuke and grabbed his throat tightly, choking him hard. Sasuke, caught off guard, was struggling to breathe and clawing at the pale hand. Orochimaru, not minding it, slipped his other hand around Sasuke's waist, slowly reaching for the slit of the kimono. He slid his hand inside and caressed Sasuke's skin over his sweat-covered chest, continuing to feel his lean body.

"It's not the Uchiha's, but your pride. Let me prove it to you, Sasuke kun..."

He whispered right into Sasuke's ears.

'Shit... I have to do something.'

Sasuke could barely breathe at the moment, and Orochimaru's hand on his skin wasn't making it any better. It was nauseating him, if anything.

He gathered all the strength he could and kicked Orochimaru in the shin and fell forward onto his knees as Orochimaru let go of his throat and stumbled back a little. Sasuke grabbed his katana from the floor while panting and swung it around in a circle.

"Don't touch me, you, you freak!"

Orochimaru groaned as he was nicked by Sasuke's sword. He looked up at Sasuke and just smirked.

"Uchiha Sasuke!"

The hall rang with Fugaku's voice, raging with fury. Sasuke turned around to see Fugaku standing at the door, giving him a death stare.

Sasuke knew what was about to happen next, so he didn't bother explaining. His explanations were always deemed as excuses. Orochimaru's arm, covered in blood, was enough for his father to come to a conclusion and reprimand Sasuke for his 'mistake'.

"Go and wait for me."

Fugaku ordered Sasuke, who didn't protest and complied with it.

As he descended down the dimly lit stairs, he realized he was scared to be in those perpetually dark rooms. However, he couldn't afford to show his fears. After all, he was an Uchiha.

He entered one of the cells that Fugaku had constructed in the basement. Sasuke had never been certain of the purpose of those rooms until he turned four.

'Ah... they are used for punishing those who make mistakes.'

Such were young Sasuke's thoughts.

Sasuke opened the heavy metal gate to the room at the end of the aisle. It was dark and ominous, with a faint smell of dried blood hanging in the air. Heavy metal chains hung from the ceiling near the corners. Different types of whips were displayed on a stand across the room, along with various other devices such as iron rods, handcuffs, and ropes placed along the edge. In the center of the room was a metallic table connected to an electric source used to electrocute those who were cuffed to it.

Upon entering the room, all the memories came rushing to him. Memories of all those nights when he was left in the cold to shiver, lying on the floor, naked in his boxers, bleeding. He starved, cried, and sometimes even shouted, but nobody came to his help. Not his brother, not his mother.

This time, yet again, he stripped down to his boxers and stood near the table, waiting for his father.

~●~●~●~ ⚠️ SASUKE'S POV~

I stood there motionless, staring at my feet for a few minutes before I heard the door creak open. And there he was: my father. His black silhouette was enough to send a shiver down my spine and make my heart race faster.

My thoughts had numbed at that instant. All I could hear was the clanking of his boots and my heartbeat as he began walking towards me.

"Come here."

He commanded and walked past me to the corner of the room, roughly pulling on his tie. I swallowed hard and did as I was told. I stopped in front of him, my head cast down.

I felt a sharp pain on my right cheek as my father slapped me across my face.

"What did I tell you, huh?"

*SLAP

"Never,"

*SLAP

"ever,"

*SLAP

"offend,"

*SLAP

"Orochimaru!"

He grabbed my throat and shoved me against the wall.

"Ugh -"

That was all I could manage before I felt the air leave my lungs, as my spine hit the wall with force.

Ack... this shit hurts.

"And what did you do? You fucking slashed his arm open?!"

He said, tightening his grip.

Now that's an exaggeration... it was a small cut.

I just panted in response and clawed at father's hands. This was similar to what Orochimaru did, but seeing my father do this to me hurt.

No, it's not supposed to hurt, right? I am brave enough to face this.

Father suddenly let go of my throat, and I slumped forward. I took deep breaths to recover the air I had lost when I my head was jerked back as my hair were pulled, hurting my scalp.

Father brought his face close to mine and looked me in the eye.

"You piece of trash, I almost lost the biggest shareholder of the villas because of your stupidity!"

He said, losing all his composure, and pushed me to the floor. I landed on all fours with a grunt as he kicked me. I whimpered at the pain that hovered near my ribs. My abdomen throbbed as father stomped on me without any breaks.

"You worthless brat! It's a shame someone like you is an Uchiha. How can you be so pathetic?! Are you really my son?"

His voice echoed in the empty room. I was used to father saying all this to me. After all, I have been hearing him say all this since I was... four?

He kicked me in the gut one last time before grabbing my arm and yanking me into a sitting position. It wasn't helpful for the situation of my ribs.

Fuck... I guess they are broken.

He dragged me across the floor to the table.

This is bad...

He let go of my arm and stalked over to the stand of whips. My heart was beating frantically with every step he took.

"Stand up."

He spoke in a low tenor. As soon as I stood up, he grabbed my shoulder painfully hard and laid me on the table. There wasn't enough flesh covering my bones to cushion the pain that shot through me as my back hit the hard surface.

"Mmf-"

Father took my hands and cuffed them over my head, one on each leg of the table.

Fuck... no, I don't want this!!

I was panicking inside, but all I could do was put on a face as lifeless as humanly possible in such situations. Father hated extra emotions, and I was in no mood of pissing him off.

Father had brought a bucket of cold water, a white towel, and gloves with him.

He dipped the towel in water and began wiping my torso slowly, almost sensually. I felt my pores rise at the cold sensation.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was a pervert, but he did so to make the body more sensitive. That way, one would feel more pain than they should.

What a sadist...

After carefully wiping my pale skin, he wore his gloves took off his belt and held it tightly.

"Don't you dare make a sound."

Here it comes.

He covered my face with a wet towel to restrict the air that entered my lungs.

"Foolish bitch."

He spoke with venom and flogged me with his belt. The buckle hit my sternum, and the wave of agony brought tears to my eyes.

It- It hurts!!

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a waste of space. Just die."

Father's voice was almost demonic, but I had lost focus due to lack of oxygen.

My breath was already constricted but the impact near my lungs only worsened the situation. I was heaving, trying to inhale any air left around me, but father kept flogging me continously. It was getting increasingly difficult to stay awake with every second.

He struck me again, near the ribs, and I was pretty sure that another set of my bones was broken.

The room was full of curses he kept hurled at me and the sound of his belt lashing across my torso. He occasionally removed the cloth from my face to prevent me from fainting. It hurt like crazy. I could feel the bruises forming on my body. New scars were covering my old ones.

However, I didn't utter a single noise. I bit harshly on my tongue to muffle my screams, sometimes gasping for air.

After about half an hour, the flogging stopped. My punishment was finally over. I was left panting and crying silent tears. My stomach was clenching with both physical and emotional exhaustion.

Why.... why me? I just- I just protected myself...

He untied my hands, and I slipped to the floor. I had no strength left in me, so I kept lying on the cold tiles. I wasn't allowed to sob, or cry, or shout, so i just let the tears roll down my cheeks quietly.

My breath hitched when father kneeled down infront of me.

I am scared, someone, please help me...

I felt his breath near my ears, which made me whimper. He slowly whispered,

"Like always, this should remain our little secret."

Those were the last words I heard before all my senses numbed, and I fell into a deep slumber.

~●~●~●~ ⚠️ ends

A/N: And I am hating Fugaku right now.I hope Sasuke is rescued by you know who *cough *cough (^^;Ok that's it for today! See you all in next chapter!Author sound out ~ ✌🏻