Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-30362709-20170713220551

Ayame woke up with a jolt. Her throat hurt, her head hurt, and she was inside some dark looking shed. She couldn't really see all that well, her vision was slightly fuzzy. Ayame would try to sit up, but then she realized she was bound like a slug with black steel chains. She furrowed her brows and tried to remember exactly what happened. She came to Tiatsu's house, was left with disappointment so she tried to leave, then just....blank, blackness. Ayame feintly remembered what he had whispered in her ear just before the blackness seeped in.

One thing was for sure though, she wasn't home and her vision was still a little fuzzy. The young shinobi shut her eyes for a moment before opening them again and blinking a few times; now she could see clearly. The situation still hadn't settled or sunk in yet, maybe Shien was playing a trick on her? She wiggled around in her chains, trying to break free or even wiggle something free so she could sit herself up. It was so no prevail though, she was bound pretty expertly.

Ayame took a deep breath and rolled till she hit a wall, slowly propping herself up on it. She was now in a sitting position, but her hair was all tangled due to how long it was. Ayame didn't want to speak out though, it'd be cliche like those girls in those horror books when one asked 'Hello?' before getting slaughtered. She'd remain silent for now, but one thing was for sure: She most likely had just gotten kidnapped. Her captor? Probably Tiatsu.

Some panic began to sink in as she remembered what Tiatsu said after thinking long and hard about it, was she really about to endure torture? Part of her was excited, she could feel what that victim felt in Suna, but another part? Completely and utterly terrified, who knew he was capable of? But then again, he was just a killer. Why would he kidnap her for torture? The most she's ever been hurt was when she had deep cuts on her upper arm during chunin exams(which were now just scars.). Ayame continued to look around as she brought her bound legs up to her chest, beginning to wiggle her fingers and feet to get the circulation going. All these thoughts going through her head, it took all she could to stay calm and focus on her breathing as she waited for someone to come back. 