Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-29669163-20170827172818

One hour had passed by the time Yahiko was taken into Fujima's custody. And she was held up in the very last room in the compound, it's corridors was like a maze, twists, turning, symbols on the walls which indicated which direction was which. Around each corner were traps of different kinds, all of which was set up professionally by the Shinobi who resided in the compound under order of Fujima to ensure that those who sneak past would find it rather difficult to simply walk in, take down the enemy without encountering any traps such as floor compress buttons, wires, etc.Now with her hands chained to her back, where the heavy metal rubbed and cut into her skin, Yahiko was slumped over the chair some what, she and Fujima was were placed in the last room of the lower dungeon, with only one long stair case down that lead towards it and the main door, however, Yami would have been guarding the dungeon door where Fujima and Yahiko were stationed. As time passed, Yahiko awoke from her forced slumber only to be met with a large dagger held to her lower arm.Fujima: Rise and shine my little flower bud. Now that you're awake, do tell me, why did you ignore the letters sent out to you? Why have you not checked in with your beloved family, have you truly ran away from us, do you refuse to come back? Is that it? Surely.... You don't hate us-.... or rather I do you? "As Fujima threatened her, while she was still groggy and shaking her head some, Yahiko would furrow her brows at his questions, it was like one after another, and what made it worse was he held the cold steel to her lower arm. She knew things were going to get bad. But she wouldn't say a word, why should she? She hated him with a passion... He, who was forced to be her father, not by love or care, but because she was sold to like cattle, she wasn't his precious 'flower bud ' as he claimed, she was merely just his tool, a life form of his own possession, bought from a grieving, broken man who no longer wished to care for his own flesh and blood, for she was the reason his beloved, her mother was dead. "......"The silence made a brow twitch on Fujima's expression, and within an instant he'd take those chains, remove them, bringing up her arm with a low sneer as he pressed the blade down, and began to slowly carve, slicing into flesh. While he watched her skin slowly split, Crimson beginning to drizzle down her arm and drip to the floor, Fujima would glare at her with his dark piercing orbs." We can do this all night, my sweet little bud... You're going to be in a world full of hurt after all the rules were established a long time ago.... When you're spoken to, you answer, it's a shame though-... I was nice enough to give you a chance, perhaps I shouldn't be so soft on you."Yahiko when her wrists were pulled from the chains, her left arm being lifted up, she'd quickly shut her eyes as she began to grit her teeth at the sharp edge of the blade slicing and splitting skin and small veins. In the process, she'd start to tear and whimper, she didn't cry for the pain just yet, she cried at the thought of going through what feared most all over again. Tourture.  