Meet my husband

8. His hell

"You're being controlled... aren't you?" Rin's voice trembled, a mixture of astonishment and fear gripping her chest as the harsh reality settled in. She had no idea what had happened to him since she'd been gone, but the weight of his words painted a horrific picture.

Obito looked away, guilt and regret twisting his insides like a knife. "You know what will happen if I tell you what's going on... Right?" His voice was tight, laced with dread.

Rin looked at him hesitantly. She wasn't positive what she was getting into, but she wanted to help him—that much she knew. She wanted to do at least one good thing in her life, amongst all the hate, the torture, the destruction she had caused. She could at least help him. with fire in her eyes, "If this is the way I can help you then I will absolutely do that." She said sternly.

A single tear slipped down Obito's cheek, unnoticed by him, as if he couldn't even comprehend the gravity of his own emotions. "I don't deserve you..." The words were barely a whisper, filled with self-loathing.

"Obito..." Rin's hand shot out, her fingers gently but firmly lifting his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Tell me everything," she demanded softly but resolutely.

Obito's eyes darkened with a heavy sorrow. "It would be easier if I showed you..." His voice was a quiet murmur, full of pain.

"Showed me?" Rin's voice cracked slightly as confusion and concern flickered across her face.

"A genjutsu." Obito's words hung in the air, laden with hesitation. "I can put you in a genjutsu—an informational one. It won't hurt you, but you'll see everything... everything I've been through. It might be easier that way, rather than trying to explain it with words."

Rin felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach, the idea of losing control of herself making her uneasy. "O-oh..." she stammered, unsure, her thoughts tangled in the uncertainty of what was to come.

"I understand if that makes you uncomfortable." Obito's voice softened, as though trying to reassure her. His thumb gently traced circles over the back of her hand, the gesture tender but filled with so much unspoken pain. "But words can't fully convey what I've endured. I need you to see it."

Rin took a deep breath, her mind racing with the weight of the choice. But when she looked into his eyes, filled with emotion and regret, she knew what she had to do. "You can," she said quietly, the sincerity of her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Obito paused for a moment, his gaze softening as if trying to convey an unspoken fear. "Rin..." he whispered, "Before I do this, I just need to make sure... that you're prepared. This isn't just about seeing my pain. If I show you this, there's no going back. You'll be stuck with me. Forever."

Rin nodded, her resolve unwavering as she tightened her grip on his hand. "I'm ready."

In the next instant, Obito's eyes shifted, blood-red and glowing with an ominous energy. Before Rin could react, the world around them dissolved, and she was pulled into his mind—into a place where no light existed, only memories drenched in torment.

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In his memory
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Before Rin could fully comprehend what was happening, she found herself standing in a cold, dimly lit cave. The air felt heavy, as if the walls themselves carried the weight of painful memories. She was standing beside a tattered bed where a long-haired Obito sat, his posture defeated, his eyes hollow with exhaustion. His presence was almost unrecognizable—this was not the Obito she had known. The Obito she saw now was broken, weighed down by unseen burdens.

Suddenly, a strange, unsettling energy filled the air as a white entity emerged from the wall, its form undulating like a ghost. Its presence was almost suffocating.