Prison.

Note: This chapter contains a depiction of sexual assault.

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When she opened her eyes, she could only see a dark ceiling above. Soon she realized that they chained her hands to the wall. 

'Huh?'

She looked ahead. There was some light from the burning sticks placed on the walls outside. This place looked like a dungeon prison.

'Prison?'

'Why... '

'Oh no!'

Yuki soon realized that the Senju had imprisoned her.

'That bastard!'

Chains restrained both her arms. It had a kind of chakra restraining cuffs. She cursed her bad luck and at heavens for betraying her.

'Why do I always end up ...so hopeless?'

Sometimes she couldn't help but feel so useless. She always ends up as a burden to her family...

The words of the elders echoed in her mind.

'𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.'

'𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠?'

'𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞.'

'𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧!! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲!'

'𝐁𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 .'

Others viewed her as a happy princess- living in leisure, treasured by her clan, and showered with care and comfort that the common suffering mass of this warring era couldn't achieve. She considered herself lucky for having all these- that most people could only dream of. But she wasn't proud of it. She never felt proud, since she never achieved them. They gave it to her...Her title, her worth, her beauty, her wealth...All of this never felt like 'Her's'.

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A few minutes later, she saw three Senju men walking towards her cell. One looked like in his late 40s and the other boy with blue hair looked like his son around 15, maybe older. Then there was a tall guy with long brown hair tied into a ponytail. He looked stern and around Madara's age.

"Kento, Daisuke. Here's the key. Monitor her." the old man ordered and left. The brown-haired guy took the key. He sat down on a chair and started reading. The younger boy just kept dozing off.

After about an hour or so, Yuki felt like she could no longer ignore her rumbling stomach. She peeked at the elder guy "um... Hey"

He glanced at her "what?"

"I.. I'm hungry." Yuki mumbled, embarrassed.

The guy frowned. After an awkward silence, he got up.

"Hey! She's awake?" suddenly a voice yelled out, which snapped the younger boy out of his sleep.

Two men walked up to the prison and started chatting "Hey, Kento. Tobirama sama asked for you." 

Yuki learned that the brown-haired guy's name is Kento. He stared at the men for few seconds- as if hesitating, then nodded and left after handing them the key.

The boy, which she realized must be Daisuke, kept staring at her like an idiot.

"Hey, Daisuke! Don't you have a duty at the main gates?"

"Yes, i-i was told to temporarily keep her guard," Daisuke replied.

"Well, well.. ain't she pretty!" the man with dark hair laughed out loud. She had a bad feeling about him. "How about we try her? Whaddya say?"

The men both gazed at Yuki, one of them licking his lips. The other one was blond, taller, and scarier with a scar near his jaw. He frowned and replied, "We are to follow orders, Naka. Keep that in mind."

"Yes, yes. I know. Won't break her." The man named Naka mumbled, annoyed.

It horrified her.

"uh... But Naka-san, Daiki- san we.. We were told to guard her, right?" Daisuke spoke nervously.

"Shut up, boy. We were told to make sure she doesn't escape. Nobody said we can't enjoy her. Right, Daiki?" Naka asked as he opened the lock.

"We have to check if she has any hidden weapons." Daiki agreed.

They entered inside, Daiki got hold of her legs to restrict her movements "No! Stop! You shoul-" before she could speak more Naka stuffed a cloth into her mouth.

"Shh, now, darling. Let us do our work. If you behave, then we'll be gentle, " Naka smirked as he yanked her top off. She had hidden some needles in her top.

"Ha.. Look what we got here," Naka smirked, playing around with the needles. The other guy Daiki started cutting off her pant with his kunai. She kept struggling, but to no avail. Her eyes fell on Daisuke, pleading for help.... but the boy just stood there, stiff and nervous.

"Hey boy! What are you standing there for! Come here" Naka called out, throwing the needle box at him to catch. Daisuke looked at Yuki. His breath hitched for a moment as his eyes lingered on her. Her top and pants were already torn apart.. but Yuki kept struggling, anything to stop them from stripping her naked... 

Soon she felt a hand caress her thigh. 'No!'

Images of her night with Madara flashed before her eyes "umphhh."

"Naka san... This... This is wrong!" Daisuke finally spoke out, feeling pity as he watched her struggling like a fish out of water.

Naka snickered "Keep talking like that and you will die a virgin. How do you expect me to resist this ?" He cupped her breast "Seems like you got something hidden here, huh?" his hand yanked her bra up. She always hid some smoke bombs within her bra to use them as a last resort. Never in her life she regretted hiding them there.

Naka licked his lips at the sight in front of him. It's been so long he had any girl to enjoy. The prisoners were always men, and he was fed up with dealing with angry, annoying men. He desperately wished for some female prisoners to be caught alive so that he could release his pent up frustration. But never in a hundred years he could have imagined such a beautiful girl to end up in the prison here. The moment his eyes landed on her while she was being stealthily carried off to the prison, he decided to have her by any means possible.

He had begged to tag along with Daiki today for this duty. It surprised others, some wondered why would the usually lazy Senju Naka volunteer for such an annoying prison duty.

He snickered. 'They didn't know of this woman prisoner, obviously. Tobirama sama had entrusted only a few men with this information.'

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'Kami, please, please help me!' Yuki prayed as she struggled hard to break free. To think that she would end up in a fate worse than death. She didn't have the mental strength to go through that  again. Her eyes and mind burned as she glared at them.

"Sharingan?" Daisuke yelped out. Naka and Daiki noticed her red eyes and glanced away.

"This bitch is an Uchiha?" Daiki spat, annoyed. Hatred bubbling inside him. He grabbed her torn piece of cloth and covered her eyes.

"An Uchiha bitch, huh? More reasons to fuck her up." Naka snickered. He put his hand between her thighs, on top of her underwear, rubbing to feel if she had hidden something there too. He couldn't find anything but didn't remove his hand from there. This warmth of a woman, to think such a beauty, to be within his reach of touch. He had only dreamed of such girls and he wasn't sure if he could ever marry- all thanks to the constant battles he had to take part in.

Daiki, on the other hand, was furious. He knew what he was doing was against his shinobi duty, but at the moment nothing mattered to him more than the fact that the thing in front of him was an Uchiha! He'd never considered himself a thirsty man. When he learned he had prison duty today, it annoyed him. Then he noticed the usual lazy Senju Naka offering his help, which was quite weird. The moment his eyes landed on the prisoner they had to deal with, he realized the reason for a guy like Naka to offer 'help'.

Even though the girl was quite a beauty, Daiki had just decided to do his work and leave her be. But the moment he came to know she's an Uchiha...He changed his mind. He wanted to break her. Make her suffer. To get back with those damned Uchiha's who put him through so much misery by killing his friends and his brothers.

'She will pay for the sins of her clan.'

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Daisuke stood there. His mind and heart conflicted. He HATED Uchiha's.

'They killed my father. So this... This isn't wrong. She... Deserves it. '

'Because she's an Uchiha...'

But his heart didn't agree. 

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"What's going on here?"

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