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She wants to scream and cry as they shove her inside the room.
The Black room as she's come to call it. It's dark, pitch black (hence the name, a part of her giggles) and she can't see anything, not even her hands in front of her.
Something moves behind her and she tenses, biting her tongue so hard it bleeds.
Don't scream. Don't scream. They'll win if you scream.
"Hello, little one." The voice rasps. She shivers, fear tingling in her stomach. "Do you know what we're going to do today?"
"No."
It laughs, low and sultry, like Akiko used to and she bites her tongue again.
Don't scream. Don't scream. They'll win if you scream.
"We're going to play a little game." It warbles in her ear. "Are you excited?"
"No."
"We're going to change that soon." It croons and something brushes against her cheek.
She jerks.
No. No. NO.
"What did I say about moving, little one?" The voice snarls, "What did I say?"
"Not to do it." She can't help the quiver that fills her voice at the end of her words. "...Please. Don't do this."
The voice ignores her. Her heartbeat rises in her chest and her hands are slick with sweat, and she's trembling, shaking so badly she wants to wet her pants, but she can't. She can't, she can't, she can't.
(A shinobi without her hands is nothing. A shinobi without her hands is nothing.)
"Open your palms." It orders her.
"Please." She begs. "Please no. Please."
"Open them or I'll do it for you." Unyielding, uncompromising.
Her lips tremble in the dark as she slowly uncurls her hands.
"That's a good little one." It purrs in her ear. She's going to be sick. She's going to be sick. "Keep them still or it'll hurt more."
The thick, jagged iron nail touches the back of her hand.
At the first slam of the hammer, the nail breaks through her skin and the bones crunch and—
Sakura screams.
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