Empty Eyes: Book 1

Chapter 31-Mature Content

I lost track of how many days had passed since our capture after three weeks, at which point I gave up hope that anyone from the outside world was coming to rescue us. Daily, I was strapped to that god forsaken table and tortured the same way I was the first time.

Orochimaru, who insisted on being called "Doctor", would ask me for information he knew I wouldn't give up easily and I'd fight against his orders over and over until I fainted, then I'd wake up back in my cell.

Since he openly explained that his goal was to see how much of a pain tolerance I can build while simultaneously getting information, I hate playing right into his hand, but it's not like I can give him all the sensitive information he asks for! He'll undoubtedly do terrible things with his knowledge, so I have no choice but to keep repeating the both mentally and physically draining process.

To his glee, and my detriment, I started to show a little improvement after each session. My ability to endure became stronger at a steady pace. This development came at the cost of my dignity, but he didn't care.

After tasting my blood that first time, Orochimaru didn't bite me again. At least, he never did it while I was awake and there are never any marks on my body when I wake up in my cell.

He often teased me by hinting that he was doing things to me after I faint, but wouldn't elaborate no matter how hard I begged. The thought of his long, cold fingers touching me while I'm not awake made me want to throw up.

Naruto and I both were never fed anything yet didn't seem to be losing any body mass, so the doctor had to be doing something to us in that regard. Other than that, though, I couldn't begin to think of the terrible things he's likely done without throwing myself into a panic attack.

At first, each time we met, I begged and pleaded for him to simply reassure me that Sasuke and Hinata were alive, if nothing else. He never gave me any serious answers, but I stopped bringing it up when one day he gifted me with one of the prince's sharp fangs.

He'd tied it with a thin piece of twine and placed it around my neck like some sick piece of jewelry. I'd fainted out of disbelief on that day rather than the torture. The book I'd read in Sasuke's room told me that a vampire's teeth will regrow quickly if pulled, but that the act of tearing them out was incredibly painful and degrading.

Since I didn't dare try to get any information from the snakelike man after that day, Naruto and I had to look for other avenues. We always whisper back and forth, trying to come up with scheme after scheme of ways to escape, but none ever came to fruition.

We both tried seducing, begging, and even offered money to the silent masked guards, but it was like they were brainwashed into obeying only Orochimaru and couldn't even fathom being tempted by a bribe.

To my horror, and disgust, when I asked Naruto what they were doing to him when they took him away, he told me with a bright red face that a bunch of the female guards would take advantage of his body or he'd simply be beaten. My best friend, who I knew for a fact was a virgin before our capture, was being sexually assaulted.

The rage that coursed through my veins when I found out was unlike any other. Despite this, he assured me that he was fine and honestly felt lucky that no men had approached him with the same mindset.

According to him, no one has even bothered asking him questions, so I wondered why they haven't killed him by now. I'm incredibly relieved, but it struck me as odd that they'd keep a human around as a plaything when the sole purpose of this building was for Orochimaru and Kabuto's experiments. That's what the doctor told me, anyway.

Regardless, when I think about it, there's no one else that can be blamed for my best friend's capture. He never would've run into Hinata again after the night we rescued her if I hadn't been arrested and his family never would've been targeted as a result.