It's dark. There's no light. The chains around her ankles and wrists are beginning to rust from the blood seeping out of the sores where the chains had cut in from struggling. She can feel pain shooting up her arms when she tries to move them, from burns and stab marks. She can no longer feel her left foot from the ankle down. They had sliced the tendon along the back of her foot after her last attempt to escape. There's water dripping down on her head so she can never fall asleep. It's getting into her eyes (Or maybe it's blood?) so even if there had been light, she couldn't see. She can feel infection setting in where there was a gash on the back of her head. She hears a slight creak. Looks like one of the Akatsuki is back to ask more questions. They should give up by now. Even if her village has forgotten all about her, she won't give up their secrets. Never.