Air; where did it go? It was all around her, but no where to be found. Her lungs demanded it, her brain told her to grab it, but her mouth could not indulge in the oxygen. Air; where did it go?
Falling to her knees and clutching her twisted throat, she made a feeble attempt to call out for help, but nothing came.
The spots in front of her eyes told her she was close to darkness; maybe it was better if she did pass out. The body automatically starts to breath.
It was agony waiting for her mind to slip. Her nails dug into her skin drawing blood, and the scratches on her neck let no oxygen in, just blood out.
Torture it was, she wished he would stop. This was the perfect way to torture a prisoner of war.
Sakura's eyes went blank, and her arms hung limp at her sides as her body toppled from the weight of her chains on the cold, damp cement floor.
She could breathe at last.
"Hm," a heavy buckled boot kicked Sakura's lifeless body. "Stubborn little runt…" Bending down made his knees crack which echoed off the walls in the prison chamber. Taking a finger he ran it across Sakura's jaw. "She won't be able to take this kind of treatment much longer. The body can only take so much."
Sakura's face once held a youthful seventeen year old glow, but now it was dirtied, weary and seemed aged with strife. Slowly she came to her senses. The man stood up and slammed the clanking metal door shut.
"Uh," Sakura moaned as her frail arms lifted her torso up. Her eyelids drooping and her head dizzy from malnurishment and loss of blood she coughed.
On all fours, Sakura crawled to her dark corner which was dimly lit by a barred window high on the opposite wall. It had all come to this. With everybody but her gone, she new her end was near. A simple mission gone horribly wrong.
Rock Lee…
Her eyes watered.
Neji Hyuga…
Sakura could not hold it in any longer.
Shikamaru Nara…
A single hot tear ran down her cheek.
Might Gai…
Sakura choked back the pool behind her eyes.
Kakashi Hatake…
But it was too powerful. She gasped as she remembered the last face with her dissapear.
Naruto Uzumaki…
She fell to the floor arms outstretched crying her eyes out. She didn't care who heard, it had been a long eight months with moldy bread, stale water, hard labor, ruthless torture and dark loneliness. Sakura wanted to die.
"Sakura! Sakura Haruno, are you in here?"
Footsteps clacked down the hallway and a loud crash was heard as someone broke down the metal bars of hell.
This story is going to be quite depressing so prepare youselves.
