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The witch stirred. Opening her eyes, she winced as the pain struck her. She was tied to a tree, in the middle of a clearing. Allowing herself to focus, she stared at her captors. They both wore black cloaks, with red clouds marking them. One was a giant, with blue skin and shark-like features. The other was shorter, slim, with long black hair, premature lines around his face, and eyes like…
Eyes like nothing she'd seen before.
"She's awake" the shark man said. His companion nodded. "What do you wanna do?"
His companion seemed thoughtful. The shark man shrugged, and sat down, placing his sword on the ground. He drew something from his pocket. The witch recognised it immediately. Her wand. The shark man began twirling it idly round his fingers, all the while staring at his companion, who crouched down, and gazed at the witch. Reaching a decision, he stood.
"We'll have to torture her," he said to his companion, adding "We can't test the truth of her answers otherwise." The shark man smiled. "Want me to handle that?" His companion considered this for a moment. "No. I'll do it. You'll take too long, and you'll need more equipment. I have everything I need."
The witch considered this. The only equipment was a wand, as far as she saw. That meant the Cruciatus Curse. Intense agony, the like of which she would never recover from. The Cruciatus curse broke people. She knew from first hand experience. Mothers begging to hand their children over, husbands pleading for their wives to take their place. Nothing broke a man like the Cruciatus curse. Most of its victims never recovered, their spirits broken for years afterwards. It had been a hobby of hers to use the curse on a man, break him, then months later appear and watch him beg and squirm in his attempt to avoid more pain. That hobby seemed much less amusing now.
The slim man walked over. He bent down, staring at the witch with those strange eyes. The witch tried to look away, but she couldn't. There were three commas floating around the pupils, rotating slowly. As she stared, the commas thickened, merging with the pupils, to become a circle with three added blades. Entranced by this, she failed to notice a low murmur: "Tsukuyomi!"
The witch awoke on a blasted plain. There was no sun, no moon, no source of light at all, but somehow the world was drenched in a pale glow. "Where am I?" she asked, looking around her for any sign on life. There was none. She was alone in this shadow-world, with no means of escape. Suddenly a shape formed in front of her, a pool of black coalescing into a man. The slim man with the strange eyes.
"You are trapped in my illusion. There is no time and no space. But make no mistake. Everything that happens here is very, very real."
Suddenly, the witch was chained to a wall. Another figure appeared in front of her. The face of a man she had tortured and killed a long time ago. His eyes were dead, his features locked into a brutal rictus. He approached her, and took her hand. The witch trembled. The slim man looked at her calmly. "Break her fingers" he ordered. The snarling man obliged. The witch screamed as the thumb snapped, and didn't stop until it was over. The snarling man moved to her other hand, and began again. Then, he stood back, awaiting another command. The slim man handed him a wand. The snarling man took it, and pointed it at the witch.
"For the next seventy-two hours, this man will torture you until you are ready to speak."
The snarling man looked at the witch, his rictus settling into a malevolent smirk. "Crucio." The witch screamed. Her brain was burning, her heart was being squeezed. Her skin was being peeled into strips. Needles dug in under her nails, then her nails were slowly ripped off. Her legs were set on fire; the burning flesh was sickly sweet. Her throat was slowly constricted: she couldn't breathe! Her bones were being snapped, one after the other. Then, suddenly, it was over. "Crucio." Again the pain came, burning, piercing, throbbing, choking and constricting. "Crucio." The witch went blank. She retreated into herself, detached from her body. It was the only way she could preserve her sanity. There she stayed, insensitive to the pain, in her own little safe place. "Crucio." Her safe place was obliterated. Now the pain was emotional too: she saw images of her father beating her, her mother forcing her face onto a stove. She saw a three-year-old girl gang raped by her uncles, and knew that she was that girl. The curse took everything she had and turned it into pain. "Crucio. Crucio. Crucio. Crucio. Crucio…"
"Please… no more. Please. I'll talk, I'm… ready!" The witch's breath came in gasps. She couldn't take it. The curse had come at least twenty times, each time more unbearable than the last. It must be over soon, right? She had been there for hours, if not days! She begged for mercy, begged for release. "I'll tell you anything… Anything! Just… Please, make it stop!!"
The slim man stared at the witch. "Very well. Then you may answer these questions."
The interrogation took hours. The slim man took every single scrap she had ever forgotten from her, the threat of another curse being more than enough to ensure complete honesty. When it was done, the slim man looked at the witch, tilting his head slightly. The snarling man did the same.
"Is it over?" the witch pleaded. "Please? No more?"
"Seventy one hours, fifty nine minutes and fifty nine seconds left"
This time, the witch screamed before the wand was raised.
The slim man deactivated his eyes. The witch's mind was broken. She lay there, bound, gibbering and screaming, her eyes blind to the outside world. Everything she had was turned in on itself, the pain sustaining itself in a never-ending cycle. Not even the best healers could save her now. She was trapped in the curse of Tsukuyomi.
Kisame regarded the witch, amused. He never ceased to be amazed at the effects of Tsukuyomi. He looked at Itachi. "What shall we do with her?" Itachi considered for a moment. "Her mind is broken. She's of no use to anyone." Kisame nodded, and began to pack away the camp. A useless nutjob was no threat. She would never be able to identify the ones who caused her pain.
"Kisame-kun."
Kisame looked up. Itachi was looking at the witch. He seemed to have made a decision.
"Kill her."
Kisame grinned. "My pleasure. I never could stand women screaming."
The clearing was silent.