Your first thought was run. This wasn't fun in games anymore. Orochimaru was chasing you down, catching up to you each breath you took.

In your horror a white hand got a grip of you which immediately gripped on to you stomach. With the other hand being free it slammed into the back your neck causing you to black out.

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This was no longer the freedom you cherished, but the hell you had nightmares of. You were behind bars waiting to be grabbed, waiting for your veins to be filled by chemicals.