‘Damn….that was worse then the last one.’ I wake up to the familiar cold silver chains on my arms and legs along with the dull aching pain throughout my body. Fluttering my eyes open, I thankfully see that I’m in my room.
It’s a pretty normal sized room except its bare of almost anything besides a few of my belongings, a trashcan in a corner of the room, and a window.
Moving my arms under me, I slowly sit up, ignoring the shooting pain from my ribs and then lean against the wall behind me. That is also connected to my 'wonderful' chains. I carefully take deep breaths to try to ease the pain and calm my rapid heart.
Oh, I guess I should introduce myself….well my name is Shirudo Koken’nin. I’m eleven years old with light brown wavy hair, about five foot two, and I am a master at taijutsu/martial arts and weaponry.
Yea I know what you’re wondering, why is she chained to the wall?
Let’s just say that my father is a very strict man and doesn’t want his ‘weapon’ to escape. I’m strong enough to break out of any restraint but I can’t beat my father no matter how hard I try….which is infuriating, and if I escape he would punish me severely.
I tried to escape when I was eight and it easily erased any disobedience or resistance I had before.
But now I’m rethinking that I should give it another try, I am stronger and smarter now then when I was eight.
My father is a leader of a gang. He doesn’t hesitate to kill someone in his way and expects me to do the same. He trains me non-stop and has many of his followers attack me for training.
I only get small snacks to eat every other day and on holidays he would give me a real meal as a way for me to celebrate. Father told me that food is a luxury. That it shouldn’t be wasted on someone like me.
He also blind folds me when I’m training, just in case I get blinded in a fight I can still win using my other senses. Losing isn’t an option for him. I can care less about winning or loosing. If I’m alive in the end with as little injures, that is all that matters to me.
A pair of footsteps echoes through the hallway signaling that someone is walking towards my room. Gritting my teeth I slowly stand up. Ignore the protest of my injures and wait for my door to open.
Waiting for another day trapped here to begin.
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Living Free (A Naruto Fanfic)
Fanfiction"You are nothing but a weak child. A weapon at my disposal. You are able to breathe because I have allowed it. You are alive because I haven't allowed your death. I tell you to jump, you ask how high. I tell you to fight, to kill, you do it. You are...
