Ophidiophobia- The Fear Of Snakes

Demonic Chakra

Yumi's POV

I shivered stightly, hugging my knees closer to me, and ignoring the pain in my abdomen from recent torture. Orochimaru had dressed me in powder blue pajama shorts and a too big matching shirt. The thin material did a poor job of protecting me from the dangers of Hypothermia.

Really, the damned clothes were only here for appearance. You'd think that I'd be used to the cold temperatures, but I had a sneaking suspicion he changed the temperature of my cell periodically. Over the months I'd been here, the snake Sannin had experimented on me often, and judging by the approaching footsteps, we were about to begin yet again. Honestly, why he left me alive was a real mystery, but I was, though I'm unsure if that's a good or bad thing.

The pasty white man stopped in front of my cell, a syringe filled with a strange aquamarine and silver substance. Well, at least it was clean. "My, my, Yumi. Still groveling from our last meeting, hmm? What do you say, shall we play some more?" He hissed, and I found myself attempting to sink farther into the corner I was huddled in.

Orochimaru unlocked the barred door, stepping through before pushing it closed behind him.

Before I could blink, he was croutched at my side, pushing up the sleeve of my shirt, and sliding the needle into my skin. An overwhelming pain flooded my veins, forcing me to scream out. It wasn't untill it began seeping into my chakra that I realized that's what it was.

"Why don't you take a look, Yumi-chan? I think you'll find this interesting..." he smirked, pushing a mirror into my hands.

I hesitantly looked down at my reflection, before freezing up. My ears were pointed, similar to the fairies' and elves' in the stories my Okaa-sama used to read to me, but I was no fairy, that much was obvious. A black pair of horns had sprouted from the top of my head, and black and grey wings and a thin black tail had grown as well. Almost like a small devil. Orochimaru had implanted the chakra of a demon into me.

Shortly after taking a blood sample, for whatever reason, my 'guest' left, locking the door securely behind him. When I was positive that he was far enough away, I tucked myself into a ball, my new tail wrapped around my ankles, and my wings wrapped around me, covering my torso. There was no escape, I would be stuck with this monster until my body finally gaveout, and I died.

My thoughts only served to further upset me, and soon I found myself sobbing loudly. I was right though, I was going to die here. If I didn't do anything, that is.

I still feel like this is kinda short, let me know what you think

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