It was eerily quiet when Kabuto left the room, the sash still binding him to the bed, although it wouldn't last very long that way. A part of the serpent wished to appeal to his other allies. To look toward shinobi from his village, but he had always trusted the medic the most, and the fear of being exploited once more only grew. If his most trusted ally turned his back so viciously… would the others not in turn follow? Evidently it had only been his power that kept them at bay, that halted any action to over throw him.

He struggled with the binds, trying to keep quiet, trying to ensure the other man was not alerted. If the medic came, he could drug the Sannin, could use many tricks to enforce harsher imprisonment methods. After all, it had only been two days since his attack on Lord Third. The serpent was in need of recovery, flesh wounds may be healed, but the strain on his chakra was still a setback.

Picking a fight now would prove difficult, would only result in the medic winning. Orochimaru knew he could deal damage, but upsetting his captor sounded unpleasant. The flashes of mere hours ago haunting his mind, the burning sensation of the others flesh upon his own.

So he kept as quiet as he could, the pain of his damaged arms against the material of the sash grating. However he kept at it, trying to twist his hands out, or better, untie the bind all together. Luck wasn't on his side as he heard movement. Instinct told him to simply fight, use whatever last chakra was left- but he knew he couldn't do anything, if he had his way he would shed his skin. Use oral rebirth to get out of this tainted body. He felt gross, abused and almost filthy. But he hadn't enough chakra for that, too soon after his fight with Lord Third.

A battle he could not help but regret now. Had he known his revenge would come at such a price he may have been slower to act on it.

Footsteps drew nearer, the sound increasing in volume, causing the serpents attempts to grow more desperate as he tugged at the sash. It never gave way however, and in the end the serpent halted all movement. Almost freezing as a deer might when the wolf was already upon it. Golden eyes wished to look apathetic, to convince his past time subordinate that nothing was changing- but Kabuto hadn't explained himself, a glass of water in his hand when he reentered the room. Once more the white haired shinobi found his way to the Sannins bed, sitting nearer to his face this time, eyeing the ties which were clearly fought with.

"I brought you water." Kabuto said calmly, placing it on the nightstand, making no move to untie the Sannin.

"I'll drink it. Just don't force it down my throat this time." The serpent hissed, fear keeping his cutting words tamer than they wanted to be. His true desire was to skin Kabuto alive, leave him tortured for each painful minute he had abused the Sannin. But expressing that would get the detained male hurt, and so he would keep that secret locked away, until he could finally break free and reclaim his rank. The medic was as good as dead then.

Kabuto smirked, making his next action of striking the Sannin seem awfully out of place. A sudden yelp broke from the serpents lips as the stinging sensation left a light scarlet mark on his cheek, golden eyes slammed shut upon instinct.

"From now on you will speak to me with utmost respect. I am not one of your dogs anymore, you are one of mine. Every word that falls from that clever little mouth of yours best be thought over. I am not going to allow your ego to dictate the air any longer." Kabuto said, as if in contrast he moved to guide long strands of hair back in to place for the Sannin, Orochimaru flinching despite the gentleness of the action.

"What happened to you Kabuto? Has the idea of power corrupted you in a night?" Orochimaru asked, his voice low, almost bracing himself for another hit. One didn't come, instead a vice like grip making its way on to the sensitive flesh of the Sannins arm. Another cry broke from the serpents lips, slightly hoarse from his previous screaming, his throat as raw as his insides.

"Kabuto-sama to you now, and questions as condescending as that one will earn you another correction. Care to test me again?" Kabuto asked, almost daring the male as his grip remained tight. The Sannins subdued response was merely to rid himself of the pain, defiance hard to come by when such astonishing agony was available.

"No, Kabuto-sama." Orochimaru said, the name feeling like poison on his lips. He'd have preferred poison to be stuffed down his throat in that moment. But then, this may be temporary torture. It wasn't as if the Sannin had never been detained by enemies before. A pretty face like his had earned much unwanted attention. This wasn't the first time, although the snake vowed it to be his last. Never again would a hand so vile touch him. At least, that was a promise for when he was actually free.

"That's better." Kabuto replied, untying the sash as if in praise, a reward for his new pets good behavior. Once the tie was undone, he gestured for the serpent to sit up, to which Orochimaru did, wincing as his sensitive body protested the idea of major movement. The medic noticed it, but made little effort to show any form of concern or care, he had seemingly lost the need for empathy. The water was glanced at, implying the white haired shinobi's expectance for the serpent to drink it. Once more, Orochimaru found himself obeying, taking a sip, the usually cool sensation turned in to that of acid. Everything was uncomfortable, as if contact had become something revolting.

Before the glass was finished, Kabuto handed the serpent two pills, unknown, foreign. It had the Sannin feeling instantly apprehensive, and he felt slightly sick as his golden gaze settled upon the two items. He had been silenced already, but the question broke from his lips out of instinct.

"What are those?" he asked, keeping his voice soft. As an animal may approach one of higher status crawling lower to the ground, trying to appear smaller, trying to show it meant no harm.

"You said you didn't want to die? Well I will keep my promise of letting you live. These will be taken every day to ensure your chakra remains at the level I am satisfied with," Kabuto said honestly, for there was no point lying to the snake, he was too quick thinking, would foresee a bluff, "I can force it down your throat, or you can take it. I know of your tricks, so don't try and dispose of it another way. I will watch you take your medication each day, and if you decide to test me further, I will simply deliver it via a needle. I chose a nicer method for your sake."

The moment was dawning rather quickly on the Sannin, he wanted to live yes, but not like this. Not forever a caged and prized pet, used at the others whim and will. No, if he took this he would be halting his own chakra from replenishing, and he would be forever stuck in this mans bed. Some pretty token to be abused at any given night. He couldn't fight Kabuto, he would be sure to lose that battle in his current state. But perhaps, since it was clear the medic had little care to let the Sannin go by making a deal, perhaps running was his only chance? Could he outrun the man? Would he not simply be running in to more danger?

It didn't matter. Options were few, if any existed at all.

He feigned obedience, taking the pills so that the medic relaxed slightly, however instead of eating the tablets, a quick motion had the serpent lunging forward. The glass of water that was in his hand now crashed in to Kabuto's face as the Sannin used it as a weapon, glass shattering as the remaining water splashed out. In this motion Orochimaru moved to his feet, stumbling with the opened kimono, although he hardly cared about that. He lent on the wall for half a second, flinching at the sensation of pressure upon his hand. It forced him to propel away. However Kabuto was not stunned for long, one of his own hands holding his face, trickles of blood pouring over his fingers. The glass must have done a real number. Good.

Orochimaru only managed to get out his room when sudden pain gripped at him, long strands of black hair caught in the medics grip. He was pulled back roughly, the locks used as some form of leash as Kabuto tugged the serpent to the floor, delivering a swift kick to the side of the pale shinobi's stomach to ensure the male did not rise with any ease. The Sannin yelped, trying to get to his feet, finding yet another harsh kick landing in his sensitive stomach. Kabuto pulled the serpent back on to his feet, a vice grip still holding his hair, dragging him towards the room, shoving him toward the bed.

Orochimaru hit his head on the side of the bed however, not quite crashing in to the soft mattress but instead hitting the board frame. He staggered for a moment, trying to find his bearing, but he felt the agonizing sensation of a cold blade held to his throat.

"That wasn't very wise now was it?"

The voice was icy cold, anger lining every word. Orochimaru was breathless, shaking somewhat from the rush of desperation. He glanced down to the kunai held closely to his pale throat, half awaiting death to claim him.

"I'm not taking it-" Orochimaru choked out, shying away from the cold metal only to feel it press closer, breaking the first layer of skin to reveal dots of red blood.

"Then it will no longer be a choice," Kabuto said simply, having lost the pills somewhere in the confusion, "from here on out I will be injecting them in to your system, and every little hole can be a reminder of how you chose the hard way. I suppose I shouldn't be awfully surprised you chose to defy me."

It seemed the medic was prepared, retrieving an injection and vile from his kunai pouch, piercing the top of the vile to allow the thin needle head to drain what remained in that glass tube. Orochimaru watched it, attentive and nervous, wondering if running a second time was wiser than accepting the inevitable. It would appear the dawning that this would end all opportunity of escape was enough to force the serpent to brace any pain to come. He tried his tactic again, using the others preoccupied moment as a tool of advantage- little advantage that turned out to be.

Orochimaru hadn't made it off the bed before he was smacked back again, the uninjured shinobi far faster with his reflexes. So flight was not available- fight was the only option left, but the Sannin was wise enough to know if he gave Kabuto reason to kill him, then no other option would be present. The snake found himself pinned to the hard floor this time, Kabuto patiently straddling him, needle in his mouth as he wrestled with the raven haired male. Eventually one of Kabuto's hands detained both pained wrists of the snake, causing him to tremble with the agony, his shaking only earning him tighter restriction as the medic disapproved.

"You're a nightmare aren't you. Careful, make this too hard for me and I may just sell you to one of your many enemies. Who knows what they'll do to you. I bet the Akatsuki would pay nicely neh?" Kabuto taunted, anxious golden eyes watching the medic place the needle to his arm- it would hurt twice as much with its current state. The needle broke the skin easily, allowing for the insidious substance to infiltrate, to take control of the legends chakra. Orochimaru gave up fighting when it entered him, panting and breathless, writhing subtly in pain while he succumbed to the gravity of the situation.

But then a voice echoed down the hall, a familiar one- weak and soft, but familiar. Hope.

"Orochimaru-sama? I heard a commotion, is everything alright? May I enter?"

It was Kimimaro.

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