Mina's POV
Deidara was a sadist and he was living up to that reputation. He broke a few more bones, stabbed me with kunais and repeated the entire process. I think what disappointed him was that I wasn't screaming like he wanted me to. I was used to most extreme forms of torture, which made my pain tolerance pretty damn high. The only thing that I haven't experienced-and hopefully, not to-was being sexually assaulted. My father and other men that I had been sent to have tried, but I managed to escape them all (getting beaten in the process). This experience was rather extreme but, as I said, I had the tolerance for it and I was satisfied with how frustrated Deidara was. He was getting nowhere with beating me to a bloody pulp.
"Too bad, I'm not allowed to kill you, hn." He said.
I couldn't move my body at all and I was in extreme pain. I muffled a scream when he stomped on my stomach. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that I was suffering. He grabbed me by the neck with his only hand, my body hanging in the air limply. I could see the dark joy that he was getting out of beating me despite not being able to kill me. I just gave him a blank look, which took the joy out of his one visible eye and caused me to get smashed into the wall again. I knew that I was being used to lure Naruto here since he was the Jinchuuriki of the Nine-Tails. There was no other reason I could think of why I was here. They were going to use me to get to Naruto.
"I'll make you scream, yet, hn."
"Deidara,"
"Hn?"
Sasori, in all of his youthful glory (no more Hiruko), told the blonde to not damage me any further. Even if the Jinchuuriki didn't show up-which was highly unlikely-I still had my uses to the Akatsuki. They had seen my skills and to be able to fend off S-Ranked criminals was a feat in itself. I would prove to be a useful servant for them in the future. Deidara begrudgingly left me alone once he saw his partner's logic. He respected his partner far too much to disobey him, though I would be one more ninja to hate (the other one being Itachi). The Leader wouldn't be too happy if I turned up dead, though no one wouldn't really care once Naruto came to them. A medical shinobi underneath Sasori's control came to heal me and stripped most of my clothes so I could be bandaged. How embarrassing. My naked body for two men went on display; I could not suppress that blush that came to my face. Sasori stood over me and observed closely, making me blush even more. A look of satisfaction, and appeal, crossed his face.
"She would make a very pretty puppet wouldn't you say? Pure art."
Did he really have to say art? I suppose that if you were Sasori or Deidara, the definition of what art really is varies. In Sasori's case, my very body-for the use of a puppet-was art. The two rogue ninja almost immediately got into an argument about what art really was (i.e. Sasori explaining that art was something that should be enjoyed and looked at for a long time) as they left me in my prison cell, all wrapped up in bandages. Being turned into one of Sasori's puppets was a very scary thought. My corpse would be at his disposal.
Hope you hurry up, Naruto.
Team Kakashi
Kakashi stood with Naruto, who was still mentally lost, for a few moments before sending in a message to the Hokage (via one of his Ninja dogs) informing her of the situation. They needed some back-up as soon as possible. He sent several ninja dogs to track the Akatsuki, while he tried to snap Naruto out of his daze. However, it wouldn't be easy for he was trapped within his own mind and traveling towards the demon that inhabited his body. The young shinobi glared at the fox demon. The fox spirit glared at his host back.
"Why'd you bring me here?" Naruto demanded.
"To make sure you understand that my mate is in danger, brat!" The fox sneered.
"Mate?"
