WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ABUSE!
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Ever since that night, nothing had been the same. The sweet little boy who only yearned for a friend was gone and replaced by a blood-thirsty monster. Temari and Kankuro found themselves livinging in fear of their baby brother who threatened to kill them on multiple occasions.

Sakura's treatment was no better. She was treated like a pet more than a friend or even a slave. She found herself constantly on the receiving end of punishment. Of course, she had requested it, rather having it taken out on her than his siblings. After all, she would be able to survive more of his onslaughts. That only made Temari and Kankuro more cautious in order to lessen the girl's pain.

It had been years since it all started. Gaara and Sakura were now thirteen. Neither had ever gone to the Academy, but had gone on plenty of missions. Most of them A-rank or S-rank, which went by pretty quickly and easily fueled to Gaara's sand and merciless tactics.

They had just returned from their latest mission, with the older siblings in tow. It went fine as usual, but Gaara was still clearly upset by something. Most likely from  Sakura allowing the enemy to land a hit on her and slightly bruising her cheek.

He hated markings on her that didn't come from him.

All of them knew that she would be punished for it later, so the older of the group would not be in the house at that time. They hated hearing her scream and not be able to help.
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The group divided after a while. Temari decided to go to the hot springs while Kankuro went to work on his puppets. That left Gaara alone with his pet as his sand dug into her wrist and he led her along.

Entering the house, he closed the door and went to their room. She was never allowed her own room even after all this time. He wanted her by his side at all times. Even through the embarrassment of her first  period, he was the first to know and waited a while before telling her to go to his sister.

Sakura enters the room, but stood by the door, knowing she would be in trouble. Gaara moved to sit on the bed, his cold eyes staring at her emotionless face.

"Strip.", he ordered her. Her eyes widened in suprise. This was the first time he had ever ordered her to do something of that nature.

"G-gaara-sama....I-", she started. A rush of sand to her gut stopped her from finishing.

"I didn't ask for your opinion. Now strip.", he ordered again. Leaning up slowly, she gave him a nod.

Her hands slowly zipped down the dress while her gaze remained stuck to the ground. It wasn't long until the dress popped around her ankle and she was left in her undergarments.

His te eyes studied her body for a moment. "The rest of it.", he said. For once, her face turned red from embarrassment. Her hands shook in hesitation, but a painful pulse from the sand edged her to slide off the rest.

She swallowed hard and teared up slightly. Gaara got up and slowly walked over. His hand gripped her chin and roughly forced it up to face him. He saw the tears in her eyes for the first time and smirked. She feared him and was embarrassed.

Good.

His eyes traveled down from her face and over her breasts to what lay between her legs and back up. A rough hand touched the bruises she had gained from the last mission.

He clenched his teeth and but his tongue. As much as his pubescent body was curious this wasn't about that sexual desire. This was about teaching her a lesson and proving that he owned her.

"You let someone else put a mark on you. The only ones you should have are mine. You seem to have forgotten that, so you just be punished. Understand?"

"Hai, Gaara-sama.", she responded shakily. He smirked and slowly walked around her gazing at her body and deciding what to do for her punishment. He stopped walking behind her staring at her bareback and travelling down to her behind.

Her eyes stared straight ahead trying to remain strong before him. Everything was much too quiet and made her nervous. That peace, however, was interrupted when she felt a sharp sting on her back. She yelped as she felt the pain of a whip slashing against her skin.

Gaara cackled from her screams and blood. By now one if his eyes had changed color and was a bright yellow, courtesy of Shikaku. She clenched her fists in an attempt to take the pain.

Her punishment went on for an hour. By the end of it, she was on her hands and knees and had tears running as quickly as the blood from her wounds.

Satisfied with his work, Gaara put sand whip back into his gourd. "Clean yourself and heal up.", he ordered her. Sakura took a pained breath and used a hand to control the blood away from her wound. Once she was done, she used her minimal healing knowledge to heal the wound enough yo leave a scar.

She used her Blood Release to move the spilled blood to a bucket in the corner that she would have to dispose of later. Gaara moved his hands to her waist to get her to stand back up on shaky legs. He roughly shoved her back down to her clothes, deciding not to help her.

He moved back to his bed and lay down watching ber. She got the hint and slowly managed to put her clothes back on. Of course, she moved much faster than she had when discarding them. Once she was done, her hands folded over her chest as his trying to protect herself from further exposure.

He smirked.

"So that's your weak spot...".