Again the theme:

https://youtu.be/i3Xc07oZ4FE

ǝʌıℲ ǝɓ∀ oʞıɯɐ⋊

Everything in my vision was blurred. The man with the mask, took me here. White, gray blocks covered vastly, a black have in the horizon. I didn't do what he said. I couldn't look up at him, the orange tiger mask. Yet here I am, looking into the bright red with strange shapes. When the darkness took over because of my eyelid. He was gone, everything was gone, it was just the empty, distasteful terrain.

"Hello?!"

The childish voice that made its way out of my small body only echoed through the empty terrain. I was alone.

At least that's what I thought, but when the growling started from behind. Terror began to seep into my face, I looked behind me, nothing, I looked, nothing. Until something was right there in front of my face. Before I knew it I was slapped to the ground, skidding almost over the edge, a crimson liquid seeped through my small white dress. It was almost as red as my ruby eyes and short crimson hair. I wasn't left to my thoughts for long, the tears that slipped down my cheeks and the red gash marks were followed my pain.

I saw father turn his back. Konan reject me. The error of my ways, the hunger crept up on me after the first few days of being tortured. The tall monster with red glowing eyes that I never really saw, never really left me alone. Before I knew it, I was covered in dried brown flaky blood, crystalized pee, the left over chunks of the food I had before coming here, feces, tears, and more blood.

That's when he came back, blood felt like it was pooling out of every inch of me, but when I looked at myself. I wasn't harmed. I felt hungry, I felt starved. 'Genjutsu,' I concluded finally, but yet it felt so real, as if I was left out to die. Just because I failed to kill her doesn't mean I should be punished. I tried glaring at the masked figure, but the only response my body had was letting more tears loose down my face. That was when the air swirled, and he was gone but I was still here.

The silence is so loud.

The ringing got unbearable, I started thinking about the genjutsu and the nightmare. I resorted to biting my hands to try not to let out all the liquids in my body through tears. Hours later, my hands were bloody, bruised from the biting. The air swirled again. "Do you want to try again?"

His deep voice felt like an angel sent from heaven beside all the choked sobs produced from me. I almost did it that time, but I shook my head, thus getting tossed a water bottle and a single piece of bread before he left once again. So there I sat for days this time, taking small chunks of bread, and the occasional sip of water. Even if I was slightly hydrated, the stomach aches and the head pains weren't worth it. My hands were lacking portions of skin, not easily visible, but my chakra kicked in and healed it almost to perfection.

Once Madara came back and asked again, I hissed and snapped. Then the genjutsu almost told me to do it. But I couldn't, but was this all suffering worth one human life. Its not even like she will ocomplsih anyhing in life anyway... then ฿Ⱡ₳₵₭