Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-34754862-20170603231439/@comment-28929139-20170613003454

Kideme was already on the floor, free of her restraints and reeling with both physical and emotional pain. However, the physical aspect of her suffering was subsiding while her emotional anguish was rearing. Trying to contain that newly implanted chakra had been exhausting and she felt out of it from her electric circulation trying to eject it from harming her person. Even with it being isolated to her core, she shivered with pain, unease, and hesitation as to what would happen. Was this orange-eyed being try to control her? If so, what would he plan to do? What would he try and make her do? Only time would tell, but Kideme had an iron grip on who she was, and what she valued and she would do her damnedest to maintain that grip.

Her flaring body heat and static volatility were gradually obscuring, but with her chakra just about out, she was in no shape to do much else but sleep and try to recover that which had been stolen from her body. Kideme was already feeling fatigue tug at her eyelids and lulling herself into sleep when she heard the crash of a wall breaking apart. Her eyes were shut by then and she looked as though she was pulling her legs into the fetal position but was too tired. The vibration of rushing footsteps rused her from the superimposed sleep she was about to take and hearing her name made her turn her head. "Shien...." She called out instinctively, though it had been years since Kideme ever actually addressed him or the others by name. "Zaiko...Itsu....ki..." Her eyes slid open to glance up sleepily at them. "Ninny...He took...Ninny." Her pink kimono was stained and soiled with blood and honey, her hands were gloved in dried blood and her face was red from all the stings and ruddy with dried patches of honey. Luckily for her, since the man lubricated her face with honey and she had no allergic reactions to bee stings, the mass stings to her face weren't nearly as severe as they could have been. Still, despite the hell she had just been through....all she could think about was that she lost her favorite toy. Of course, Ninny was more than a toy, she had been a tool, a weapon, and before she ever had any...a friend.

If Zaiko hadn't already injected a shot to sedate her, Kideme slipped back into the fuzzy confines of unconsciousness.