"What do we do now?" A voice asked.
"We wait. Shikamaru-Sama asked us of that, and that's what we'll
do," Another voice asked.
"Should we do something with her?" The first voice asked. "To, uh,
keep ourselves, you know, entertained?"
"No, he asked that we do nothing," The second voice said.
Both voices were male, but they made no sense.
Ino slowly cracked open one eye, and looked around. She found
herself laying on a dirty floor of a house that seemed abandoned.
Wait a second, she thought, closing her heavy eyelids. Did they say
Shikamaru?
Ino tried sitting up, but found she was bound and gagged. The
material in her mouth was gross, as though it was dirty as the floor, and
had never seen a drop of water since it was made.
She tried making a noise, but found her lungs were working hard
enough for her to breath, let alone for her to speak, or make any kind of
noise. Her whole body was weak and felt heavy.
"Well, well, well," A deep male voice said. It sounded as though it
was close to her face, and smelled like it too. Ino could smell the
cigarettes and beer. She coughed as the person blew in her face. The
piece of cloth came out of her mouth, and she coughed onto the floor.
"Look who's awake," The male said. Ino looked to see who it was.
She didn't know him, but he was big and bulky. It was amazing he was
able to move at all. It looked like all he ate was steroids.
"Whe... Na...to?" Ino asked, her body and mind working hard to
produce and say the words. "Tel... e..."
"I don't think I speak your language, doll," The man picked her up.
He was tall, much taller than Ino, because her feet left the floor, and the
man was holding her by her shoulders.
He tried to kiss Ino, but a voice cracked through the air like a whip.
"Leave her," The voice said. It sounded familiar. "Put her down,
now."
He walked closer, and turned Ino's face towards his, laughing at her
struggling.