The two words that always got under my skin were about as simple as, "wake up."

"[Name]~! Wake up." A muffled voice speaks softly from somewhere beside me, and I groan in response.

"Hey, you need to get up." The bed dipped slightly with the sudden presence of the person sitting down behind me, shaking my shoulders gently.

"You need to fuck off before I chop those hands off.."
I mumbled out and tugged the blanket over my head, hoping the pitch darkness would bring pitch silence as well.

"I like her! Can we keep her?" The guy from behind me questioned perhaps the other person present in the room.

"Depends on the boss. Knowing those two, you shouldn't get your hopes up too much." The other man replied calmly, to which I shrinked in size, wanting nothing more than some peace and quiet to get some sleep.

"They can't kill her!" The blanket is pulled off from my head and the guy wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace. "She's so soft and funny, plus she could be our new friend. We haven't had one in so long.." He murmured and squeezed my shoulders.

I groaned in mild irritation as I shifted in the person's arms, finding any comfort I could and snuggled into him.

This earned a soft chuckle from him. "[Name], darling, wake up~!"

His voice was crystal clear and oddly close this time, a light squeeze on my shoulders sending my eyes to flutter open at the sudden disturbance.

Obito, was it? Why's he so close-

I burst out yelling at the close proximity, Obito doing the same as he pushed me off him, causing me to accidentally stumble off the bed with a thud.

"What're you both doing?" Izuna had walked up behind Sasuke, shooting a glare at Obito and me — who was fallen on the floor awkwardly. "Brother needs her downstairs, now."

• • •

I didn't know why I was tied to a chair, or why there were mean looking guys surrounding me. Or why I was the only one in this 'theater,' or so it seemed.

I did however see a projector and a camera from the corner of my eye, then it hit me. Could this be...

"Is this a.. p-porn shooting?"

They all suddenly seemed baffled, Izuna clearly stifling a laugh before he couldn't hold it no more.

"You fuckin' wish! Have you looked at yourself? You're the definition of flat." He taunted throughout his giggles, earning glares from the others.

"Shut it, my girl is thicker than every bowl of oatmeal combined and you're just too blind to see it." Obito corrected, winking cockily towards me and I didn't know who to side with here because of all that. I mean, this 'Sasuke' seemed pretty quiet and chill.

I wasn't all that flat, my chest was plump and so was my tush, and my self-confidence too.

"Anyways." Madara coughed to get the three boy's attention, motioning his head towards the projector. Izuna rushed over to click it and turn it on,
the first image that popped up had me suddenly frozen in my seat.

"Your torture begins now, [full name]."