I had to be quiet about my voice. If Madara heard anything, I was sure he'd kill me right there. I lifted Izuna up so he could rest on my lap.
"...Are you okay..?"
Izuna blinked up at me, dizzy. "Are you okay...? Come on... Let's get you clean, alright...? New clothes, nice shower.. He shouldn't treat you like this.." He whispered in my ear. I nodded and helped him up.
He walked over to his closet slowly and pulled out a black kimono and a towel, handed them to me.
"...Run as fast as you can down the hall to the right and the first door on the left, okay..?" He smiled softly at me, patting my head.
I nodded and turned around, it suddenly became quiet.
Too quiet.
Izuna stepped infront of me, slowly walking to the door. He stepped into the hallway and glanced around a few times.
I waited patiently, bad thoughts crawling at the back of my head.
What would happen if Madara caught me...
What if Madara saw Izuna helping me...?
What if he killed us!!!
I frowned deeply, turning my attention towards Izuna.
...
Izuna wasn't there.
My heart beat quickened as I slowly took in my options for this whole situation. Either;
1.) Izuna was playing a prank on me.
2.) Madara grabbed Izuna and is beating him up right now.
3.) Madara is killing Izuna right now.
4.) Madara took Izuna hostage and is waiting for me to come out of this room.
5.) Madara took Izuna hostage, and is already aware of me being here and is probably behind me.
6.) Madara is trying to mind-fuck me.
Either way, I had to move.
I walked out, kimono and towel in my hands. I stood in the hallway and looked around, no sight of Madara.
I started creeping down the hall.
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I watched her walk from out of Izuna's room, containing my anger from lunging out at her right now. Apparently, she thought she was gonna have a nice shower and clothes after what happened.
Not a chance. As soon as she rounded the corner, so close to the shower room, there I was. Leaning against the wall, glaring at her.
"Come, NOW!" My voice boomed in the halls and echoed.
I saw her face.
That look she gave me.
That empty, hopeless, scared look.
She was caught. I liked my women like this.
I smirked. "NOW, BITCH."
She suddenly frowned at me and hissed, dropping her things and running away.
"...Fuck my life.."
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I hauled ass down those halls.
I was running a marathon on overdrive, my blood was pumping through my veins quickly.
Just the thought of his torture...
I got yanked backwards and slammed into, and through 2 walls.
I slid down the wall, falling on my side. Luckily, avoiding the kick to my head.
I coughed up black blood and groaned, kicking his ankle so he fell into the wall.
I kept rolling away and stoof up, gasping for air. Not even a second later, did he take ahold of my neck and began crushing it.
My legs kicked around on instinct, then clawing at his face and neck.
He shoved me repeatedly into a wall, then chained me up again.
I was on my knees, head bent down to stare at the ground. my bangs shielded my face. My back was facing him, so I couldn't see what he was doing.
All I heard were pacing footsteps, then they grew closer to me.
I sighed and closed my eyes, not having enough Chakra for the escape technique. I felt a hand on the rest of my fabric of my kimono, then it being ripped from my body. My eyes turned small, I turned my head to stare at him. He grabbed my face and turned it to the wall, then, slowly began making cuts on my body with the kunai knife.
