Capítulo 13: Sanity.
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Cold breeze slightly tickled his smooth skin as he viewed the scenery from the top of his compound. The night sparkled with twinkling stars and full lit moon. But it wasn't the sky that had his attention.
The tall dark figure kept watching the two siblings.
Ever since Madara came back to the Uchiha estate, his mind was in havoc. Since the incident back then in his room with Yuki, he realized he didn't have normal familial love for her. It was much more than that, much more sinful.
In the past few years, he did everything he could to destroy these feelings. He thought it might be just lust, pent-up desires, and frustration. But soon he realized he could only feel relieved of these desires if he imagined Yuki in his arms.
He remembered the day his sanity started slipping away.
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[𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 ]
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Madara (20 years old) relaxed as he let his body sink into the warm water. He reeked of blood—his enemies' blood, and he wanted nothing more than a bath right now.
He closed his eyes for a while, letting his thoughts and mind to rest. But soon, the screaming voice of a woman interrupted his rest.
He could hear cheers and vulgar words of his men and screams & crying of the women spy they'd captured before. She was too arrogant and adamant, even killed one of his men which pissed off everyone.
This was one of the many ways his men preferred to torture—by using Genjutsu. Though most of them tend to just kill the captives, some went extra lengths to take revenge.
Pretty soon he heard the sobs of the women and realized that his men were taking her.
It wasn't a common thing to find women as spies. Most of the clans protect their females since they were essential to carrying on the bloodline and birth more sons to build up the Shinobi forces.
Madara shook his head in irritation.
'If Izuna hears them, he might interfere.'
Izuna disliked men manhandling captive females. He had this decent side to him.
Mostly him and Izuna gave them a quick death if they failed to provide valuable intelligence. But sometimes, their men would complain about how easy they were on their enemies. They would ask these hostages to be tormented for taking the lives of their clansmen.
Amongst his men, half of them were unmarried and around his age. They had spent most of their lives on battlefields and followed every order earnestly. They demanded these females be given to them. Though Madara had no objection, Izuna felt otherwise. It formed an opinion divide among his men which was troublesome.
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After some time of hearing these vulgar noises, his body tensed.
'Damn it!'
He closed his eyes and slowly rubbed his hard cock with his rough palm, trying to imagine something to jerk off to.
He kept diverting his thoughts from that one girl he wasn't supposed to fantasize about, but his mind kept picturing her again and again, till he finally gave in.
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-(Inner thoughts)-
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I am observing you, like I always do, disguised in the dark among the shadows. You never discern, nor do you know what lingers in this darkness.
I watch you while you let go of those useless fabrics.
My mind sees you lie beneath me—naked...shy and exposed.
I see the rise and fall of your bosom, the tips of your breasts harden.
I feel the thrill of pleasure as I penetrate you, while you scream out in pain or pleasure, or both—doesn't matter.
I thrust harder as another guttural groan escapes my mouth. My body shudders, feeling your blood drip down those milky thighs.
'Yes! finally I have conquered you. Now you can only belong to me.'
I grin at the accomplishment and the speed of my pounding increase. I watch you like a ravenous beast as your breasts heave with each thrust.
You whimper and plead.
'Your pleas will go unheard. I am no longer the brother you know.'
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-(Inner thoughts end.)-
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His back arches and he explodes while letting out a guttural grunt.
With wide eyes he watched his seeds that spilled onto the water.
"What have I done?" he snarled, breathing still heavy.
He bit his lower lip in shame. Disgust filled his mind realizing he was pleasuring himself while thinking of Yuki!
He glowered in annoyance, "No! This is just so wrong...How sick have I become?"
'𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚!'
He heard a voice in his head.
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He got out of the bathtub.
An ominous smirk slowly crept in the corner of his mouth. His eyes flickered with a hint of lunacy.
"I shall not burn alone."
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[𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.]
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Author's note
Thank you @Deathhorse and @Xie_Tian for your valuable comments.
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