Trigger warning: strong language, sexual assault, violence, blood. Strictly not for minors.

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Almost every person that was born and raised in a more or less peaceful environment somehow has the feeling that home is their fortress, and this is where they are definitely safe from any threats.

At that moment Arina realized quite clearly that such a concept no longer existed for her.

He did not even consider hiding – as an experienced Shinobi, it would require no effort of him to make sure she does not have a moment to even so much as squeak before finding herself completely immobilized. But no, he did not even touch her. He was thoroughly enjoying it. He was revelling in her fear, feeling his unconditional control over her.

Arina pulled her knees closer to her, hopelessly trying to merge with the wall behind her. Finally, she somehow managed to squeeze out:

"What are you doing here?"

With the same effort, a sheep in a wolf's jaws could ask what the latter was doing. But she had to somehow overcome this shackling silence.

Tekiro chuckled.

"As if you have no idea?.."

"You do understand," the girl said as calmly as possible, suppressing another sickening wave of panic, "that if you dare touch me, the whole dorm will come running here?"

"Oooh, no, we'll have to do without it – I have no intent of sharing you with anyone," Tekiro grinned with exaggerated playfulness. "Listen – don't you notice anything?.."

Arina's stomach dropped again: It was only now that she realized what exactly was wrong. And that it wasn't the fear that was ringing in her ears. Her mind obligingly recalled how she was languished in that sphere. It was like that now, even though she was still in her room. Without wasting her breath on useless screams, she turned and began pounding the wall.

Tekiro watched her condescendingly, not moving from his spot.

Arina quickly realized why, and stopped beating. If she had been able to think rationally at that moment, she would not have wasted her strength at all, because she did not even have any neighbours behind that wall yet. She turned slowly to face Tekiro again.

He was standing there with the air of a circus trainer patiently watching a dummy animal that was still trying to resist, but would inevitably end up doing exactly what its owner wanted from it.

"I see you have finally figured it out?" He flashed his teeth. "So, you have two options: either you'll be a good girl, and then maybe you'll even enjoy it.... Or..."

Arina looked at him with resignation.

"Or," he continued, "we'll resume our cat-and-mouse game. Frankly speaking, I personally prefer that option better. But I'm afraid in that case I will no longer be responsible for my actions. Well?" He tilted his head expectantly to the side.

"Tekiro," Arina tried to appeal to him. "Why would you do that? What are you trying to achieve? You know what's going to happen after that... They will find you even if you get rid of me."

"Oh, don't worry about that. And, seriously, what are you talking about? 'Get rid' of you... What am I, some kind of monster? It's much simpler, as a matter of fact. A small Genjutsu and – pshhhh!.." He made a gesture with his hands, as if spraying something in front of him, "... you yourself will not even know in the morning what happened. And it will repeat day after day. Night after night... if you prove yourself worthily, of course... And you... well, you will have strange... sensations in the morning... But surely you're not going to complain about this, and try and find out who's out there discreetly fucking you every night?.."

Arina's eyes widened.

"You're mad," she whispered with a mixture of horror and disgust. "Does it bother you so much that you couldn't... then?.."

"I don't advise you being rude with me, especially in your position," Tekiro said reproachfully. "But I won't deny it, yes, it hurt my ego. And the way you turned me down... You shouldn't have done that..."

"In that case, what's stopping you from using Genjutsu to make me more... cooperative?" the girl said with disgust.

"Alas, what I can't do, I can't do. Silence, oblivion... This is my specialty and the limit of my abilities in this field," Tekiro shrug his shoulders. "Hypnosis is down your white-haired boyfriend's alley... Well, you should probably remember."

Arina closed her eyes hopelessly. One thing she could tell for sure: he must have resorted to his vile plan for the first time, otherwise he would hardly have been preaching in front of her now. Unless, of course, that gave him special pleasure.... But, on the other hand, she didn't seem to have any 'strange sensations' before either, and she also didn't have any unaccounted-for bruises – which she would have certainly had in that case.

"Well..." she said softly, opening her eyes again, "I guess I don't have a choice anyway."

"And I was already hoping," Tekiro pretended to sigh with disappointment, then smiled leeringly. "But that's alright... Tomorrow we'll play a different scenario. Come on, come here, be a good girl..."

Arina shuddered, but overcame herself. Somehow she got to her knees, tangling in the blanket and trying to stop the involuntary trembling. Just like that, on her knees, she moved closer to the edge of the bed. She wanted to sit and place her feet on the floor but Tekiro stopped her:

"Nope! So is good. Up-up, like this. And now... Take off this cute top."

Arina was wearing a loose-fit satin top that barely reached her hips and covered matching knickers. She took hold of the edge of the top and froze, looking at Tekiro with silent pleading.

"Well? I'm waiting... or do you want me to do it?.."

Arina turned her face away, gritting her teeth, then pulled the top up. She took it off and slowly put it on the side, sinking down a little.

[Authors's note: Wattpad doesn't allow even censored (blurred) ( ͜. ㅅ ͜. ) so I have to go with a cropped version. Uncropped one is available on Instagram 🤷🏼‍♀️]

"Damn, you really are so fine..." Tekiro breathed. "Well, well, why did you sit? Come on up, let me see you properly. That's it... And don't you try and cover yourself. You weren't shy of him, were you? Must have had quite a bit of fun there after I left, huh? Tell me, come on, honestly?"

Arina, already extremely red, flared up even more.

Tekiro came up to the bed and was about to touch her, but then waved his index finger at her:

"Now, now, let's drop these little tricks of yours. You're no match for me, toots."

Arina's eyes instantly lost their purpuric glow, and her eyebrows arched.

Tekiro took hold of her chin, looking down at her. He ran his hand over her neck, then along the cleavage between her breasts, however, contrary to her expectations, he did not linger and slithered further down her stomach right to the edge of the knickers she was still wearing. The girl was not looking at him, trying to hold back the disgust that was bursting out. Her chest was heaving violently, and she was trembling involuntarily. When his hand slid over the fabric of her knickers to her crotch, her trembling increased.

"Are you that impatient?" Tekiro hissed mockingly into her ear. Instead of answering, Arina jerked, making a strangled squeak, but the man held her firmly by her neck with his other hand.

"Do not piss me off," he threatened. He removed his hands, however.

Instead, he placed his palms on her breasts, and Arina again could not hold back a convulsive sob. She tried pulling away again, but Tekiro grabbed her shoulder and shook her slightly:

"Hey!"

Arina shrank and squeezed her eyes shut, as if expecting him to hit her. Tekiro touched her breasts again. He groped her a little, then leaned over to the girl and grasped her chin tenaciously. He kissed her, harshly and insistently. But almost immediately pulled away.

"Don't grit your teeth. Come on."

He kissed her again, forcing his tongue into her mouth, almost making her vomit. She grimaced and moaned, fighting back tears with the last of her strength. Her legs gave way, and she began to sag, but Tekiro did not let her do this, holding her in place by the shoulders.

Finally, he pulled away, letting go of her. Arina sank down after all, leaning on the bed with one hand, and pressing the back of her other hand to her mouth, trying to catch her breath and rub off any traces of his saliva.

"That's no good at all. Needs more enthusiasm, dearie..." Tekiro said reproachfully.

He looked at her thoughtfully for a while.

"Fine, while you're positioned so comfortably, let's see how you can take care of your man." I want to feel your delicate fingers on my buddy here... to begin with..."

Arina jerked her head up, fury flashing in her eyes. However, the purpuric light only sparked for a moment, after which it immediately went out again.

"Ah, ah, ah... what did we agree on? I don't need you flashing your eyes at me like that." Tekiro shook his head and wagged his finger at her again. "Come on, I'm all anticipation..."

He pushed his hips forward a little, making it clear what exactly was required of Arina. Stared at her mockingly, waiting.

Arina clenched her teeth, then, not without a struggle, straightened up again and put one hand on his thigh, moved her palm up a little. She placed her other hand on the waistband of his trousers. Unbuttoning them, she pulled the trousers down, and then his underwear, while averting her gaze persistently.

"Oh yes, come on, don't disappoint me..." Tekiro cooed, putting one hand on top of the girl's head, burying his fingers in her hair and slightly tilting his head back. "And then, so be it, I'll reward you too... WHY, YOU LITTLE SLUT!!"

The next moment, without letting go of her hair, he grabbed Arina's right wrist with his other hand. Arina cried out in pain, her fingers unclasped helplessly and a kunai dropped to the floor.

"You fool, you seriously think you can compete with..." He didn't get to finish and doubled over, finally releasing the girl's hair, and, snarling, tore another kunai from his right thigh.

At that moment Arina had already rolled out of bed and was dashing for the window. She didn't have time to think about what exactly she was counting on, intending to throw herself from the third floor. Anything to avoid giving up to this scumbag. Fractures and concussions could be cured, while psychological injuries were more complicated.

However, she could not do as intended. All she managed was to lean out of the window and immediately shrieked desperately as Tekiro grabbed her by the hair from behind. He effortlessly threw her back onto the bed, and pinned her down with all his bodyweight.

Arina resisted like a wild cat, but she could indeed hardly counter a Shinobi, even if wounded.

"That was a big mistake, bitch," Tekiro hissed in her ear, squeezing her throat with one hand so that Arina could barely breathe, and with the other ripping off her knickers in one motion, as if they were made of paper.

At that moment, as if through a haze, Arina saw a swift shadow materialize behind Tekiro. It seemed to her that something flashed scarlet. And then Tekiro, with a gasp, released her and flew out the window. The shadow followed him.

Arina remained lying on the bed, gasping for air and coughing. Finally, she somehow restored her breath, turned on her side and went limp, exhausted, closing her eyes.

Almost immediately she felt someone's arms wrap around her. With a strangled cry, she jerked as hard as she could and began flailing her arms erratically.

"Arina! Hush, hush! It's me – Kakashi! Easy now!" Kakashi said hastily, carefully but firmly holding her down, and at the same time wrapping her in a blanket. "It's okay, hush, dear... I'm here, I'm with you..."

Arina, however, was looking at him with dismay, as if not trusting her own eyes. Kakashi smiled encouragingly, squinting his eyes slightly. However, almost immediately, his eyebrows arched and his eyes filled with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked, loosening his grip a little and pulling away to get a better look at her. "Did he... did he do something to you?"

Arina kept staring at him silently, and her gaze, on the contrary, gradually calmed down. In a slow motion, she turned her head from side to side, while Kakashi realized with relief that the blood was not hers. Finally, still staring straight into his eyes, the girl freed one arm from under the blanket. Shifted it to the side a little.

The next instant her facial expression changed abruptly, and she gave Kakashi a sound slap.