Title: Hell's Playground

Short Summary:
Sequel to The Devil's Whisper-Sakura Haruno is romantically involved with Gaara Sabaku, who now runs the Suna Asylum with Sasori, the International Board of Mental Health is throwing a fit, and several very dangerous criminals are on the loose..

Pairings:
Sakura/Gaara, Sasori/Deidara, Temari/Shikamaru, Kankuro/Ooc, Itachi/Ooc, and a surprise pairing.

Warning: Story contains implied and/ or scenes of: strong language, strong torture, some rape, angst, adult scenes, strong violence and probably more…

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of its characters. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

:~:Preview for Hell's Playground:~:

This had to be a complete nightmare. Everything she was seeing now, everything she felt, everything she smelled and tasted had to be apart of some bad dream that was just popping up out of no where. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare. She wanted to tear herself away from the bad images set before her fearful emerald gaze. It had to be a bad dream.

But even as she breathed unsteadily, she felt his warm hand suddenly grab hers, trying to pull her from her shocked thoughts, she knew that it was all real. Who she was seeing, standing near the window of the drawing room was real? Sakura suddenly wanted her father to be there with her and Gaara. She knew he would not stand for this. He would not just stand there and let that woman be there.

Why, oh, why did she have to suddenly appear in her life? Especially at a time like this. Not with her in this already unsettling position before she even had the chance to tell her lover her newest, most un-nerving secret.

"Sakura?" She heard Gaara murmur in confusion.

The gorgeous model like woman turned when she heard his voice and her dark, seductive gaze met Sakura's. In truth, Sakura felt as if a bucket of ice cold water and just dumped right onto her head, seeping into her skin and reaching the deepest parts of her body. It seemed colder when that woman smiled, almost friendly like. But even so, Sakura felt as if she was a mouse, trapped by a viper's gaze.

It had been nearly eighteen years since Sakura had seen this woman but it still felt as if she had seen her yesterday, walking out that door, screaming at Hanataro about how much she hated him for ruining her life. Abandoning her to live nearly four years of hell with him.

"My dearest love." The sweet melody of her voice rang across the room to Sakura's ears. "My dear, dear Cherry Blossom. It's been so long since I've seen you. And my, oh, my. You have grown into a gorgeous flower."

Shivering and clutching at Gaara's arm for support, for she felt as if she was about to fall face first into the tiled floor of the main hall, facing into the drawing room, Sakura's mouth fell in surprise and unease. It wobbled up and down as she searched for the right words to say. And finally came out after she felt his grip around her waist tighten.

"Mother, you're here."

Author's Note: That is just a quick look of Hell's Playground, just to give you an idea of what to expect. The first chapter will be put up very shortly.