Chapter 38

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"You should let up on her." They stared at her through the glass as she screamed.

"She's only been in there for 2 hours." The interrogator replied curtly.

"She'll be mentally scarred after this."

The interrogator scoffed. "If she was able to get those documents without being spotted, she can definitely handle this." The girl had refused to give her name or boss' name. They hadn't found a headband on her either so she could have been a mercenary, but the interrogator doubted that was the case. She seemed too young to be a mercenary; however, it was not an impossibility. The interrogator watched the girl slouch in her chair, catching her breath. Her eyes were glazed over, she was unbound and there was no one in the room with her, yet she screamed as if she was being tortured. She could easily escape her pain, but she didn't seem to have a knack for illusions.

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My breathing was hoarse and shallow as I hung on the wall. 53 hours. 53 hours, that's how long I've been here, chained to the wall. I was chained to the wall in a dungeon-look-a-like interrogation room. The room was cold and damp, but the light was too bright. My head hung on my chest. I was too tired to lift my head and my arms ached too. My body was sticky with dried blood and every wound burned. A sudden breeze, that made me shiver, notified me that he had returned. I only grunted when he pulled my head up by my hair so he could look me in the eyes. "Are you willing to tell me your name now?"

I glared at the long-haired man and spat at him. My throat was raw and I was sure I wouldn't be able to speak for a while, but my actions spoke louder than words. The man's eyes burned with aggressive anger and he pulled out a knife. He swung his hand toward me but I kept my eyes on him. The new cut on my arm didn't hurt this time - in fact I didn't even feel it. Were my nerves damaged? No, it was more than that. I kept my eyes on the man and suddenly his face blurred. A clone? No, the cut was there so it couldn't have been a clone. It was something else, but what? Think, think! I could get out of here if I figure this out. I need to- It's an illusion, a Genjutsu! That has to be it. I slowly moved my hand to form a hand sign and released the Genjutsu. When I blinked I was sitting alone in a normal interrogation room. My hands were unbound and I was facing the door. I glanced around. Whoever cast the Genjutsu on me must've either been distracted or fell asleep. Either way it benefitted me. I had no real injuries and I was full of energy, I was only mentally tired. I jumped up and moved swiftly toward the door. I opened the door and as soon as I was out, I slammed it shut. I was about to run for it when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. "Holy crap." The room I had run into when I ran out of the interrogation room was much worse. The room was big and had only two doors, one of which is the one I just came out of and the other is all the way on the other side. It had no windows either, but that was not even the worst part. The room was filled with at least four dozen other Shinobi and the slamming door had pulled their attention toward me. All of their eyes were pinned on me. I clenched and unclenched my fists, ready to spring into action at any moment. But then... nothing. They all turned their backs to me. I unclenched my fists. They weren't going to do anything, so I was in the clear. I couldn't go back so I had to use the other door. I moved through the other Shinobi, shoving and twisting all the way to the other side of the room. I reached for the door handle. "Don't!" A hand snatched mine away from the door's handle. I looked up at a tall, burly man. He snorted in disgust. "A young girl? How sick." He muttered and turned his attention to me. "Don't touch that thing so carelessly, girl. There's a reason all of us are still in here." He pointed to the closest corner where I noticed a few people lying there, looking like dried up prunes. They were obviously dead.

I turned back to the man, putting my hands behind my back to make sure I don't touch the handle. "What happened to them?" I asked curiously.

"Their chakra was sucked out of them as soon as they touched that door."

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