CROW (ITACHI X READER)

Chapter Twenty Five:

I'm baaaack :)

Y/N

"Let me go!" I screamed and fought while the figure dragged me deeper into the building. Oh, God. What the fuck. Where am I?

Panic was rising and I had a hard time controlling my breaths. "Give in." A voice whispered and I swallowed a whimper crawling up my throat.

"Fuck you!" I fought harder, drawing a low chuckle and a memory slammed into me. One from my time in that basement and I squeezed my eyes shut, my body locking up.

"Give in."

"No-" I grunted, trying to fight him, the memories, the panic but I couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop the images flashing in my mind.

"Give," The man grunted then sat me harshly into what I assumed was a chair before tying me up. "In."

"Fuck. You." I panted and thrashed.

He chuckled again. "Why won't you give in? This is for you."

"For me?" I gritted out and tried to look around but it was dark, I was having a hard time trying to find them.

"Yes." He continued to keep his voice low, probably so I couldn't figure out who it is. "So," His voice sounded closer and I tensed when I felt him behind me. "Give in," A pause before he delivered the killing blow. "Angel."

I sucked in a breath and tensed so hard, I thought i'd crack a bone. More panic, more pain, more memories came back at an alarming pace.

"She's still alive?" My father's voice was muffled but I heard his distain clearly.

"She's unfortunately hard to break."

My father's voice scoffed. "Everyone breaks," There was a pause before he laughed. "Call her angel."

No, no, no, no. How does he know that name?

"Angel?"

"Mmm," My father sounded almost giddy. "It's what he calls her, probably a name that brings comfort and safety." He scoffed. "Use it against him, break her with it."

Please, no.

"Alright."

I pushed the rest of the memories out of my head, they were quite successful because even thinking of that name sent me spiraling.

"Finally." I yelped when the figure spoke, I forgot I wasn't alone.

"Now we begin." Lights flooded the room and Naruto stood in front of me stone faced, when my bindings were cut, I turned to see Max with a guilty expression.

"What the fuck?" I asked Max hoarsely, I was no doubt covered in snot and tears. "What the fuck?"

"You were suppressing it, this needed to be done." Naruto responded and my head whipped in his direction.

"Needed to be done?" I seethed. "So you what? Decide let's recreate the hell I went through?"

"Yup." He popped the P and I wanted to kill him. "Exposure therapy, angel."

I froze again, the same fucking memories coming back like some sick pavlovian response. I shook my head and glared at Naruto. Fucking exposure therapy.

"How long was that?" He asked Max.

"Six minutes."

That made me pause enough to stop my hyperventilating. I lost six minutes?