I was standing in nothingness, a void, an eternal darkness with no one but myself present. I looked around, holding no memory of how I got here, only knowing that my body was sluggish and tired. I waded through water, moving forward for what felt like days, maybe even weeks. There was no sound beside my own deafening heartbeat and the sloshing of water as I moved forward. I was drawn forward, like something deeper in my mind telling me I had to reach the end.

Itachi was at the end.

Just then, I saw something. A microscopic bead if light followed by a sense of agony. There was so much pain in that faint glow that I felt it burning against my skin, crying out to me.

The need to make it better was overwhelming everything else. I screamed out, unable to hear my voice past my breathing and rapid heartbeat. I tried running forward, but my body refused to listen to my will. It only walked sluggishly, wading through the water slower than I wanted. But I knew I had to reach that light no matter what I did, no matter what I had to do to get there.

Itachi was at the end.

I began to fight against the water, finally breaking through myself, as if some weird weight was lifted from my head. I was able to regain myself and launch forward, water drenching me, until I was able to run across the surface after multiple attempts to do so. After that, I ran, ran so fast I lost my sense of anything. My eyes never drifted off of that bead of light, not once. The silent pain grew louder and louder, and the closer I got, the bigger that bead of light became, I felt my body begin to buzz.

My body was drawn instinctually to him. no, no, it was something deeper than that. It was as if it had a mind and soul of its own, screaming his name, chanting like some weird song.

Just before I got to his glowing silhouette, I felt something grab be by the neck and squeeze. My eyes widened in momentary agony as my body popped like a water balloon.

I lunged forward, drawing in air so fast and hard my throat seized in pain. My world blurred before pain shot through me, a hard throb in my arm. Then, the dark, unfamiliar room spun, making me feel sick and nauseous. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I fell backward, limp for a moment as everything suddenly became too much. Wave after a wave of pain and sickness and exhaustion kept crashing into me until it settled into an overall sense of fatigue and weakness. Something warm and wet ran across my arm, making me shudder.

I slowly looked over to see I had ripped an IV from my arm somehow, causing it to bleed. I blinked a few times in confusion, wondering where I was and what had happened.

That confusion only lasted about a millisecond before the events of whenever I was last awake struck me. I went to get out of bed, but my legs pulled on chain, keeping me locked to the bed I was on. I winced and looked around, surveying the layout of the room as the gravity of my situation settled in.

I was captured by Madara, and that masked Uchiha. He wasn't who he said he was if that other vampire was indeed a resurrected version of Madara. The thought of that alone made my blood boil and seathe in haterid.
I wanted him dead... I wanted to kill him so badly that the idea of him still roaming around without having any consequences for his past actions made me feel sick, enraged and giddy to the point I started to shake from the mere idea of him going unpunished.
I wanted him gone. He had to die. He killed my family, and he killed my childhood before I even got the chance to have one. He stole that luxury from me. And now... he has endangered my future yet again. He started a war to take over this world to end wars his way, and to do that, he needed Kurama... and in turn... me dead.

Well, my days are more than likely numbered into the single didgets. Considering I'm a Jinchurkiki, I'd more than likely be killed within the week. I just hope Sasuke and Bee got far away enough to escape them...

Itachi...

Where was he?

I slowly sat up again and looked around the empty room one more time, thinking he'd magically show up if I looked for him again. Worry seeped into me deep down the longer I waited, hearing nothing outside the room, nothing at all aside from my own breathing and heartbeat. I studied myself past the sickness, feeling my chakra being sealed off. I rubbed my head gently, hissing at a weak soreness in the side of my neck.

I shakily moved my fingers down the side of my head until I felt a rough, freshly healed scar where there wasn't one. I winced as I poked and prodded it, remembering those foreign fangs biting into the side of my neck.

Another vampire...

I let out a heavy sigh and laid back down in the bed, unable to handle the spinning and dizziness I felt, oddly disturbed by how comfortable my bed was, considering I was now a war prisoner.

It was more than just my life in danger here. Kurama was endangered of being captured by the enemy, someone he very much hates... and Itachi... what... what if...

My heartbeat began to quicken and race at the idea. My eyes widened as I stared up at the dark ceiling, them beginning to burn as salty tears touched them. I began to shake from the thought, panic settling into the pit of my very soul as the image of Itachi's unconscious body flooded my head. I whimpered in discomfort and fought my urge to cry from frustration and fear.

"Damn!" I hissed through gritted teeth, only to freeze up at the sound of footsteps steps from somewhere nearby.

I sat up quickly, looking around in dismay, helpless as I didn't spot a single usable item to defend myself with. I brought my arms up to my middle, defensive as the door unlocked with a heavy sounding clunk. When the door opened, I found myself extremely tense the moment that masked Uchiha walked inside.

His presence plucked the air from my lungs and made them burn like fire. My vision tunneled to him, and I didn't attempt to hide my enraged scowl. My muscles bunched, and I refused to take my eyes off of him.

"Hn... so you're finally awake. I was afraid Madara had put you into a coma... despite Kabuto's reassurances." The masked Akatsuki hummed in a casual tone, his mismatched eyes regarding me with something sick... and violent. They held a weird satisfaction in them, too. "Still pale... poor thing." He chimed in a mocking tone, making me bear my teeth.

"Don't. Call me a thing! You bastard. Where's Itachi? Sasuke and Bee?" I demanded, wanting to know without expecting him to answer honestly.

"The brat and the annoying one got away... lucky them. Though, it won't last for very long. As for your little boyfriend, I'll leave that up to your imagination." His eyes crinkled in delight. "Such a selfless little creature... it must be such a burden on you to care so deeply for others. What does it get you besides pain and suffering?"

"I don't think you'd understand it if I explained it to you. What the hell do you know about caring for others?" I snarled at him, lunging at him without being able to get at him.

His eyes narrowed in annoyance and anger, but his posture remained confident and calm. He watched my efforts with amusement and simply tilted his head, resting his hand on the bottom of his mask like he was grabbing his chin.

"Hn, more than you'd think. But it doesn't matter. I've cut those bonds and became a free man. Nothing... is more harmful to a person than people they care for. Once those bonds are severed, there is nothing in this world that can harm you aside from physical pain." The masked Akatsuki replied simply.

"Must be lonely." I huffed.

"Not really." He shrugged.

"Doesn't surprise me." I hissed, panting softly as the want to ring his neck grew stronger and stronger, feeling a cold sensation in my chest... a small pit growing and festering.

"Hnhnhn, tell me something. Why do you try to stop me? What do you possibly hope to gain from defying what's best for this world? It's nothing more than a cesspool of haterid and war. I'm going to put that to an end with a firm hand." He asked, eyes studying me closely.

"You aren't what's best for it! YOU'RE EVERYTHING THAT'S WRONG WITH IT! YOU'RE CREATING HATE AND PAIN! I'll become Hokage and broker peace between all of the nations! I'll effectively put an end to war through negotiations and friendships. There is nothing stronger than a bond! Nothing! And there is no replacement for it! You'd rather commit genocide and pick the easy way to victory rather than face the world for what it truly is! You're too weak and pathetic to try!"

"How utterly delusional." His eyes filled with disgust. "Wasn't Pein enough of an example to know that this won't work? In our world filled with anger of previous wars, there is no possible chance for peace. We've done nothing but kill each other for centuries, and we never forget, either."

"The entirety of the world is allied to take you down. We all share a common enemy, thanks to you, and due to that threat, everyone put their past angers aside. That is proof enough to me that peace is possible. If we can see over the past sins of our fathers and their fathers before them to see the bigger picture, then an allied agreement of peace is entirely possible. You have no sight for peace. You only seek total control as a means to an end." I growled angrily. "You're completely unable to see past your own haterid."

"And you aren't?" He purred and held his hands up into a hand sign, making me tense.

The chains around my ankles suddenly burned white hot before shooting chains around my body, capturing me tightly and making me gasp and growl in pain. They too began to burn, and I couldn't contain my cries of pain as I smelt my flesh burning.

"Come off your entitled horse. You're nothing more than a stain in the history books. Good for nothing more than to be used and extorted for your village's personal gain. That is your duty as a Jinchuriki. You despise me. Your plan for forgiveness is smooth until it comes to me. You think you are an exception to that rule. Your pain matters more than everyone else's pain. That destroys the very foundation of your plan. If you think that way, everyone does. Everyone justifies their own issues. Mommy beat up little Sammy, so he kills her, gets arrested, and Sammy's friends get angry and kill the authorities. The families of the authorities kill Sammy's friends and on and on the cycle goes.

"That is the foundation of humanity. Haterid begets haterid. It is an endless and unbreakable cycle. What my plan does is halts that cycle dead in its tracks... I will give each individual their own painless world once I reflect the genjustu off the moon. I will let them forget their pain and suffering and live a happy life before returning to the soil. A collective of consciousness living within the branches of a tree of peace and prosperity. It's beautiful...simple... the only way it can and must be. I'll be nothing more than the man who provided that for them." He explained above my cries of pain.

"YOU'RE INSANE! THAT'S NOT LIVING! ID NEVER WANT TO LIVE A LIE!" I cried out, struggling and thrashing in the chains hold, back arching off the bed as my nerves felt like electricity, unable to escape the burning pain.

"No?" He quipped, and the burning finally stopped, leaving me panting heavily, grabbing my chin to force direct eye contact. "I think I can change that pretty little mind of yours." His voice whispered out like venom, eyes narrow with wicked promise.

"I doubt it. I-I'm very stubborn." I panted out, body shaking from pain and fear as I glared at him.

"You're just as stubborn as your father. It's annoying how much you favor him. You two are like too peas in a pod. Dreamers of peace brought on by the same delusional perverted man." The masked man hissed softly, letting my chin go before standing up straight.

Rage boiled through my core at hearing this disgrace called Jiraiya delusional, making me growl angrily .

"I swear... when I get out of these bindings I'll-" I began, but I grunted in pain as he kicked his boot into my stomach, making me lose my air for a moment.

"Don't make me laugh, Uzumaki. You can not possibly escape from those chains. They are specially crafted to house people like you. Madara went through quite the trouble preparing for your stay. He's the only thing between us at the moment. If I had things my way, you'd already be dead." The masked man hissed and kicked me again before backing up, giving a heavy sigh. "Well... he should be getting up soon, I took a day off to see you when you woke up. But unfortunately, he called dibs on you first."

I felt disgust well up then, and the foreign scar on my neck itched at the thought of being bitten again. I winced and looked away from him, wanting him to leave so I could try and figure out how I'd escape from such a place and find Itachi if they haven't killed him yet. When I didn't respond to his words, he gave a heavy sigh before moving to the door, running his hand along my side, making me shudder as he paused, wrapping his fingers around my neck and squeezing them tightly.

"Once's he's done, oh~ the things I'll do to you..." He whispered, his intense eyes glaring at me through the mask. "I can't wait to hear you cry out in terror. It's been eighteen years since I heard that from you, they day you were born... It's almost nostalgic, holding you like this considering the last time I did, you were a little pathetic child."

I felt my heart plumet, making me flinch after he let me go and left without another word. I felt sweat roll down the side of my face, and then sighed when the chains around my arms and abdomen released, reverting to how they were when I woke, with them only bound to my legs.

I grabbed at my shirt, panting heavily, shakily staring up at the ceiling as I felt a sense of hopelessness take over me. I tried to keep that thought from my mind, for Itachi's sake, but my subconscious told me this was probably the end of the road for me.

"No. I refuse to sit and accept this." I whimpered and settled into the bed, sliding my eyes closed as I forced my body to calm down, slipping into meditation and stilling my body in a practiced manner. "I can't and won't roll over and die!"

If these chains concealed my chakra, then against Madara, I'm basically powerless, I couldn't draw in chakra from the air, which means Sage mode was out of the question. If I somehow find a way to snap the links off the bed I'm on, maybe it will break the seal? If not, then I'd have to get creative... that masked man can phase through anything, and by the sounds of it, there is always one or the other here at all times.

Sneaking around is also impossible during the day. If Madara was anything like Itachi, I'm probably screwed in that regard, I'd have to make my escape at night after the masked one goes to bed. After I slip from my cell, I need to search everywhere for Itachi. Even if I find his body, I need to know I'm not abandoning him. I need to help him, too.

"Nng." I winced and pinched the bridge of my nose, my head swimming with nausea and pain as I stressed over the situation.

I sat up then and looked around the interior of the room, better getting a grasp of my surroundings. There was a toilet directly beside the bed, thankfully. But other than that addition to the room, this bed, and the IV stand beside me, the room was just cement walls with a light fixture built into the wall beside the metal door.

I flinched when the door suddenly opened, and I sat up defensively, heart racing like mad as someone other than that masked bastard walked in.

They weren't Madara Uchiha either.

Wait a second...

"Ah, he wakes, finally." Kabuto smiled faintly, his reptilian features catching the dim light as he moved over with a new IV needle and some first aid bandages. "You were out for days."

"Kabuto..." I grunted out sourly. "Everyone I hate is under the same roof... perfect." I rolled my eyes but flinched and backed up against the wall with my arms raised as he approached. "Hey, that's far enough!"

"Relax, Naruto. I can't hurt a hair on your head. It's been forbade. I'm only here to fix the IV you ripped out and clean the blood off of your arm before Madara wakes and knocks you out cold again." Kabuto raised his hands in assurance, smirking down at me calmly. "Unless you'd rather die of dehydration, that is."

"..." I narrowed my eyes, my legs pulling against the chains, wanting so badly to be free and out of this situation, feeling my heart thundering against my ribs. "I don't trust you."

"I'd consider you a fool if you did." Kabuto spoke softly, his eyes trailing down to my neck, staring at the multitude of scars before looking to my throbbing arm. "Are you going to continue to bleed everywhere, or shall I help? I need to change the bedding now as well."

He moved forward, and I scurried across the bed away from him, against the foot of it as he began to remove the blankets, pillow case, and sheets. I moved off the bed, ankles still against the foot of it as I sat on the toilet to let him remove the sheets. This was done in silence as we both studied each other. He sized me up, and I did the same, though despite his raised guard, he didn't seem hostile in the slightest. Once he removed everything, he set the bedding down by the door and removed his long cloak.

He didn't have a weapon pouch on his person, wearing long pants and a form-fitting black shirt with a snake jutting out of his abdomen, coiled around him, and asleep. His skin was paled and scaled, with eyes matching Orochimaru's behind his glasses. He looked very different than when I saw him last.

"Move back to the bed, please." Kabuto asked me, motioning his hands to the bed.

I very hesitantly did so, and he approached after I moved and gently took my arm into his hands, wiping down the blood and sanitizing the area. He moved the needle to a different spot and stuck me with it, making my arm tense. I watched as he set the IV back up and patched the wound I made when I woke. His hands moved in a trained way, like Sakura's whenever she worked on helping someone with their wounds, his hands lit with green chakra and held my patched wound gently, healing it.

"There we are." Kabuto spoke, eyes moving back to my neck, studying the bites. "This should be fully healed before he wakes."

"What time is it?" I asked in a quiet tone.

"About seven in the afternoon. The sun's setting, so I'd imagine he's nearly awake by now." Kabuto answered me, eyes roaming my neck, smiling to himself.

I shuddered and looked away from him, down at my arm as fear welled up, but then I swallowed and looked back at him. He raised his brow and tilted his head.

"What do you wish to ask?" He smirked in an oddly friendly way.

"Is Itachi alive?" I asked him, desperately hoping he'd answer.

"Obito wouldn't want me telling you." Kabuto shrugged his shoulder. However, his eyes narrowed playfully. "But yes... he's alive, but barely."

"Obi-...wait... barely!?" I whispered shakily, eyes widening in horror.

"Yes, he's been tortured for several days now. He woke up very soon after we captured both of you." Kabuto hummed and released my arm before standing and folding his arms across his chest. "He's being kept alive by me, feeding him rat's blood upon Madara's instruction since it's barely enough to keep his hunger sated, he's lost his rational mind by now... just like a wild animal."

My world spun then, as the air left my lungs. My wide eyes lost the ability to focus, and the room blurred over as an image of Itachi popped into my head, his moments of struggle around me, the pain in his eyes, the torture of trying to hold himself at bay... of holding his feral side in check. I growled angrily as the corner of my vision grew blood red as I felt every hair on my body stand on end. Kabuto's figure suddenly backed away as pain shot across my body, the chains wrapping around my form as I shakily breathed, my innards squirming in unsettled rage as I thrashed forward, unable to get to Kabuto as I snapped my teeth at him, barely missing thanks to these stupid chains.

"YOU BASTARDS! I'LL RIP YOU TO PIECES!" I wailed, tears falling down my face as I continued thrashing about, snarling loudly. "DAMN YOU! FUCK YOU! CURSE YOU!" I screamed, heartbreak flooding my body, wanting to get to him.

The blurry surroundings warped then, the light in the fixtures around the room bending towards the door then, the flames growing unnaturally large for the candles as the door slowly opened, shadow swallowing the room in a flash as the temperature lowered to drastically that fog formed. I continued to thrash, refusing to calm down, even when a hostile and immensely dark presence filled room, a figure walking into the room with burning red eyes landing on me.

"Even when he's sealed... he's still capable of tapping into it's chakra, even if only a little bit." Kabuto spoke softly. "Shall I leave you two alone?"

"Leave us, yes." Madara's voice filled my ears, making me snarl even louder to the point my throat felt like it was ready to rip apart.

Kabuto left us alone, and in a flash my vision saw nothing by stars, as horrid pain flooded my head. I went to growl, but my throat was cut off of any air in a painfully tight hold, making me dazed as the chains left my body. My arms came up in a hard punch, but it was like hitting a wall or huge rock completely ineffective. He hummed and tightened his grip, making my neck pop in a couple places, making my body freeze in absolute pain before he released my neck, making slump against the wall as I greedily gasped in air loudly, neck on fire with pain as I could feel bruises forming.

"There you go, in and out... little creature." Madara whispered right in my ear, hearing him inhale deeply and let out a satisfied moan.

I shivered in disgust, pushing against the wall, feet pulled taught as I wanted nothing more than to disappear into the wall behind me as he sat there, on the bed with me, corning me and glaring me down with hunger and malicious intent, a stare that made the masked man's look light in comparison. He smiled in a giddy sort of way, as he studied me, knowing and smelling the amount of fear and anger I felt.

"Now..." He began, grabbing my arm without the IV, tightly, making me wince and grab his wrist. "How should we begin...hm? Broken bones, straight to feeding, some fun maybe...?" He asked, smirking and baring his fangs in a threatening way.

I glared through my bangs at him with hate and anger and fear, feeling my eyes grow bloodshot from the headache I had. I was panting, shaking, and sweating. He was able to completely overpower me, and I was scared and defenseless to resist anything. He tilted his head, and the flames from the lights bent with him, his entire demeanor confident and hostile. He was going to hurt me regardless, probably do all of the above. I was only alive for his entertainment after all.

When I didn't give a response to his question, he gave a soft sigh before grabbing my fingers rather than the middle of my lower arm. He looked down at them and abruptly squeezed so hard, that many cracks came from my hand, followed by excruciating pain. I flinched into him with a loud cry of pain as I suddenly lost control of all of my fingers, before he did the same to my entire hand, making my cry out again, loudly into his chest as he forced me against him with his other arm, my free hand pulling at his clothes, trying to pull him off, legs kicking as I cried loudly.

"Scream for me." He practically moaned into my ear, biting it softly as he proceeded to snap my arm.

"AAAAAHHHG!" I cried out, clawing and kicking and completely unable to pull away. "D-DAMN YOU!" I wailed past the white hot agony.

"Nng~, you smell divine." Madara shuddered and licked my neck, making me feel revolted. "Pain soaks the blood in such a blissful way!"

He crushed my hand again, making my eyes roll as the pain along nearly caused me to faint. But I was awake... unfortunately, it wasn't enough for me to escape the pain. I wanted to rip off his head, I wanted to find Itachi. I wanted to murder all of them for making him suffer.

Ruining my life.

My arm was flooded with foreign chakra, and the broken bones snapped back into place, making me feel nauseated by the grinding bones. I whimpered tiredly as they were healed. However, the pain still lingered as my my hand and arm began to swell.

"Still conscious. How deliciously strong willed." Madara teased as he let my arm go, finally.

I tried to push him off again, but his hand shot to my neck, and forced me against the wall again, making me stars for the second time. I hissed when my head hit it so hard I felt my brain rattle. I went limp, feeling a knee jab into my abdomen where my seal was.

"Your attempts to move me are in vain. You will submit yourself to me, you will listen to what I ask, and you will thank me for my mercy." Madara sneered, his eyes holding hunger and joy. "Do not defy me... do not struggle... it only makes me more worked up, and you don't want that." He dropped his voice to a whisper, eyes stabbing through to my soul.

It felt weird... like his words tried to sway my mind, as Itachi's sometimes does. The voice and tone that demands obedience and dominance, it happens sometimes during our couplings, other times when he's not right in the head. The more animalistic side of him demanding recognition and obedience. The side that he wars with constantly.

A vampire thing... I guess.

I shakily exhaled and lowered my eyes to his chest, unable to stand that stare. I was unable to fight back... I was helpless. Maybe if I looked down and outwardly deflate, he'd stop hurting me. I flinched when his hand slid to my chest, expecting pain, knowing more would come, but rather revive pain, I felt a wave of influence pulse through my body, making me gasp and tense up.

The opposite of how Itachi makes me feel when he bites me... how he influences my nerves, bends them to his will, and removes pain from each bite. This was the deepest sense of dread and hopelessness I've ever experienced. My teeth involuntarily began to chatter together, and my body shook. My eyes widened, and my body went still, unable to move anything as I had no more motivation to do so.

"Just like that~" He purred and moved to my neck, licking along the scar he gave me, making whimper out. "Just relax~. This is where you belong. In a cage, in my grasp, and under my control. You are mine, just as the Nine Tails is, and you will be mine until I'm bored of you."

I couldn't respond, I wanted to, I was trying to, but I found myself unable to speak as I stared widely at the wall as fangs sunk into my neck, making me let out a sharp gasp, hands shakily gripping into the sheets and locking into place as he pulled me against him, off of the wall.

"Mnh~." He moaned against my neck, drinking slower than he had in the woods.

My mind flooded with all of the terrible memories of my life. Tears welled in my eyes as grief took over. Images of villagers scolding me with stares, silently demanding my demise, wishing suffering and sadness on me. Feeling used for other's own gain, disapproval from everyone, hate from my enemies and friends alike, the feeling of losing my closest mentor. The feeling of alienation, of feeling caged. The feeling if Danzo's eyes staring me down like I was nothing more than a mistake.

I felt like a giant mistake... yes... that is what I am. My father created me just to suffer.

My mother... I know nothing of my mother. I grew up in an empty home, an empty heart, and a pointless dream.

Why was I born...?

Why was I fighting so hard...?

Why do I even try...?

What's the point?

The fangs removed themselves from my neck, and I didn't notice it at first until a hand grabbed the wound. Everything was blocking out physical pain for the mental agony I was just thrown into. I stared with half lidded eyes at the wall, unable to find my strength.

"Nnng~ so much to flavor your blood." Madara spoke, grabbing my chin and forcing eye contact.

I didn't resist him.

"You're mine. Until your demise, you are mine. I am your master. I am your everything. I own you, just as you were meant to be." Madara leaned forward, his nose brushing against mine as his eyes remained glued to me. "Yes?"

"..." I blinked slowly, frowning as my teeth still chattered together. I didn't have the energy to speak anymore, so I only blinked and lowered my eyes.

He seemed sated with my silent reply. He moved off the bed and laid me down, and I didn't fight back this time. I let him move me to the position he wanted me in and tucked me in.

Waves of strength began to return to me, and I slowly hugged my sides as he made for the door. He opened and looked to me one last time.

"Rest well, my beautiful little creature. I look forward to seeing you in the morning." Madara hummed and exited the room, locking the door behind him.

My arms tightened around my middle as my eyes welled up with tears yet again. I curled up, slid my hands up to my hair, and fisted them. I grabbed on so hard, but no amount of pulling caused me enough physical pain to drown these feelings out.

I slowly sat up then, staring at my feet, which were bound to the bed by these stupid chains. If I could break them... I could be free of this.

I just need to break them...

Break them...

I reached and grabbed and pulled them, but they didn't budge. I looked to my ankles, seeing how tight they were.

If I didn't have a heel, I bet I could slip out of these stupid things. I looked around my bed, then to my IV. I searched the long pole for any sharp ends and found none. I blinked slowly as my hands, noticing I had claws. I slowly raised my eyes to my foot and held them against my ankle. I blinked slowly, listening out for anything.

It's better to wait until I'm positive that he's gone. And that's what I did. I waited and waited, waiting for hours, sure to be night time by now. I shakily looked down at my ankle and dug my claws into my foot. I hissed in pain, but the fear and rage in my heart blocked it out, like a switch being turned off as I sawed into both of my feet while pulling on my foot, the blood acting as lubricant.

I felt bones snap in the upper part of my feet, but it went ignored. I felt dizzy, I felt weak, I felt tired, and I felt consciousness leaving me.

I must escape... I must escape.

A door opened behind me, but I paid it no mind at all as I kept cutting.

Deeper... I must cut deeper...

...

...

...

I lost consciousness about ten seconds later from a rough chop to the back of my head.

Finally... no more pain.