Location: Hidden Sand Village Dungeon
The cell was cold, damp, and reeked of mildew and blood. In the suffocating darkness, only the faint flicker of a torch outside the bars provided any light.
Sarutobi Hiruzen was chained to the wall, his arms and legs bound with thick iron chains, the metal biting into his skin. He couldn't move an inch. His body was covered in lashes, deep gashes and cuts marring his once-proud figure. His tattered clothing hung in shreds, barely covering him, and certainly doing nothing to hide the horrific wounds etched into his flesh.
Blood oozed from his body, dripping down to the ground below and pooling in a dark red puddle. Every breath was a reminder of the unbearable pain he had endured.
Hiruzen groaned and stared at the ceiling with resentment. "Wasn't this job supposed to be safe and easy? What kind of thug gets beaten half to death on his first assignment?"
He let out a pained sigh. "Black Zetsu… you better come and bail me out. I'm just an intern! You can't leave me here…"
He comforted himself with the thought that Black Zetsu, the boss behind the scenes, wouldn't abandon one of his own. Right?
Just then, the cell door creaked open.
Sarutobi Hiruzen flinched, lifting his head slowly. Through blurred vision, he saw a Sand Shinobi respectfully leading Chiyo into the cell.
Hiruzen immediately straightened himself—or at least tried to. "Heh… Don't even think about it. No matter what kind of torture you try, I won't betray Konoha!"
Even though he had long been exiled and disgraced in the Leaf Village, Sarutobi Hiruzen still held onto his pride. He was once the Hokage, the symbol of the village's will. No matter what, he wouldn't hand over its secrets.
Chiyo remained silent. She walked over to a table and picked up a whip that was coiled neatly on top.
Hiruzen's eyes twitched. His bravado melted in an instant.
"W-Wait… Don't waste your time. Even if you kill me, I won't say anything!" he stammered.
But his voice betrayed his true fear. The moment he saw that whip, his knees nearly gave out—if he hadn't already been chained up, he would have collapsed.
His body had already memorized the sting of that cruel tool. Each strike tore skin and dug into muscle. It wasn't pain—it was agony, the kind that broke warriors and humbled legends.
He hadn't forgotten yesterday's "lesson." The pain still danced through every nerve.
Snap!
Chiyo flicked the whip lightly, letting it whistle through the air. The sharp crack echoed off the stone walls, sending shivers down Hiruzen's spine.
His face turned pale.
Just the sound of it made him nearly lose control of his bladder.
"Please… no… not again…" he muttered.
When he was first captured, Hiruzen had assumed that Rasa—the Fourth Kazekage—would treat him with some degree of civility. After all, he was once the Hokage, a respected figure. Maybe they'd interrogate him, maybe even hold him for ransom, but physical torture? Surely not.
At first, Rasa seemed to agree.
Sarutobi Hiruzen was tossed into a cell, bruised but alive, with no signs of further abuse.
That is, until one of the guards spoke up.
"Lord Kazekage," the ninja said, "Sarutobi Hiruzen is extremely powerful. If he tries to escape… I don't think we could stop him."
Rasa froze. His eyes narrowed as he remembered how Hiruzen had almost escaped even when surrounded by a dozen elite shinobi and puppet masters.
"You're right," Rasa agreed. "He's too dangerous to keep in peak condition."
Sarutobi Hiruzen's eyes widened. "Wait! I swear I won't run! There's no need to go that far!"
Rasa ignored him and calmly walked over to the torture rack. He picked up a whip.
"Sorry, Hiruzen. You're too much of a threat. For the safety of the Hidden Sand, I can't let you stay comfortable."
What followed was a blur of lashes, blood, and agony.
Now, Chiyo approached with the same wicked gleam in her eye.
"Don't come any closer!" Hiruzen cried out in terror.
But Chiyo simply cackled. "Hehehe! Old man, I've been annoyed by you for years. It's payback time!"
Pah!
"Aaaaah!"
Pah!
"Ow! Ow! Hey—!"
Pah!
"Hahaha!"
Pah!
"Ahhhhh!!"
And so it went on.
The whip landed again and again, each strike drawing more blood and fresh screams. Chiyo's laughter filled the cell like a nightmare soundtrack.
After an unknown period of time, Chiyo finally dropped the whip with a sigh of satisfaction.
"Whew~ That felt so good," she said, stretching her arms and grinning.
Hiruzen was slumped forward, unconscious, blood dripping from dozens of open wounds. His upper clothes were entirely destroyed, revealing a bruised and battered body, his muscular frame barely recognizable beneath the damage.
Chiyo glanced down at him—and paused.
Her eyes stayed on his chest a little too long. A strange expression flickered across her wrinkled face.
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she murmured, "Didn't expect him to be this ripped… Even has abs…"
She quickly shook her head. "Ahem! I'm taking a break! We'll resume in a while!"
Chiyo turned to the guards. "Get a medical ninja. Patch him up. I'm not done with him yet."
The guards obeyed immediately. A medical-nin rushed into the cell and activated his green-glowing palm, beginning to heal Hiruzen's injuries.
Slowly, the former Hokage regained consciousness. His eyes fluttered open and met Chiyo's leering smile.
His face twisted in horror. "D-Devil! You're a devil!"
Chiyo giggled and reached down to grab the whip again.
"Don't come near me!" Hiruzen shrieked.
Pah!
"AAAAH!"
Pa pa pa
"AHHHHHHH!"
Pa pa pa x20
Sarutobi Hiruzen could only scream and curse inside his mind. There was nothing he could do.
"Huh? He passed out again?" Chiyo blinked. "Medical ninja!"
"Understood!"
As the healer began once again, Hiruzen whimpered.
Chiyo twirled the whip in her hand like a trophy.
"You better recover fast, old man. I still have plenty of energy left!"
"No, please! Don't—!"
Pah!
And so the torture resumed. The screams echoed through the stone corridor until well after midnight.
Eventually, Chiyo finally left the dungeon, laughing like a maniac.
"Ahhh~ That was satisfying! We'll continue this tomorrow!"
As she disappeared beyond the door, Sarutobi Hiruzen stared at the ceiling in utter despair.
Tears welled in his eyes and trickled down his cheeks.
"This is… this is the worst day of my life…"
He had fought gods, survived wars, and even ruled a hidden village for decades.
But nothing had prepared him for this.
A day that would haunt him forever.
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