"I think we should stop."

Obito murmured towards Madara who only grinned at the boy. Their eyes fixated on [name] who was slumped over and tied on the chair; broken and shattered as he wanted her.

The projector flashed about with images of her dead mother and how her dad was behind it, or so it seemed. The graphic images and voice audios of her mother screaming and pleading only seconds before her unlucky demise.

"You seemed to have softened up, 'bito. But if you insist. Go get her a glass of water and Izuna, hand me her cellphone." The elder man ordered and the two had no choice but to do as told. Izuna at his brother's side with her unlocked phone and Obito beside the female with water.

"D-Don't.." is all she managed to mutter out with her cracked voice, hair fallen messily over her face.

Madara couldn't help but scoff at how pathetic she looked and how this situation turned out better than he'd expected; so she wasn't as brave after all.

"[Name], oh dear [name]. Aren't you just so unlucky? Your mother hated you and now she's dead. And as for your father.."

As he dialed a number which only seemed to go on voicemail, dark hues shifted back up at the female. "He doesn't seem to care about you in the least. Since we don't know what to do with you, how about a game of Russian roulette to decide your fate?"

"Brother!" Izuna nudged him in the shoulder with narrowed eyes.

"I'm only kidding~! I'm sure she'll be of good use, won't you?" Striding forward until he was within a feet of her, Madara crouched down to have a good look at that tear stained face.

There was only silence as the other two Uchiha watched intently, Obito slowly taking a few steps back himself.

"Your father.. he hasn't told you but he was one hell of a gambler, taking money from loan sharks. He was so corrupt, his own wife loathed him. This went on until he himself went into debt and ran into hiding, thus the reason you guys moved to Osaka."

His hand now cupped her cheek, thumb pads wiping away any remnants of tears.

"He thought he could make money by selling illegal substances from certain people. He was making decent money and those certain people had their hopes up. So one day, your father asked his suppliers for a rather.. large stock. In short, he turned his back on those people and ran away with not only the drugs, but also the money he had made."

"Those people were us and we haven't forgetting what he did. Tell me where your father is, [name.]"

The man was only greeted by silence, which only seemed to upset him more.

"Don't make me do something you'll regret, my dear. All you have to do is tell me where your dad is currently hiding~" He leered while tucking away stray strands of her hair.

"As much as I hate him, I'm not telling you anything. I've got nothing to lose." She managed to whisper out. Her glare was aimed at the Uchiha before her, the clench of her jaw visible.

"I'm giving you one last chance to reply before I take matters into my own hands, girl."
His voice fell octaves deeper which seemed to send a chill down even his brother's spine. They hated when he got like this, hated [name] for being so stubborn.

"Like hell I'll tell you anything! I have nothing to lose, so get lost!"

This seemed to irate Madara and his grasp immediately tightened around her jaw, forcing her to lock eyes with the male. His sinister smirk remained plastered as he gazed over her messy features.

"If you got nothing to lose, I hope you won't mind if I pay your sister a visit. Luckily we know where she's at."

"You—"

"Shh.~ You had your chance and you lost it. My boy's will surely have a good time with her while you stayed locked up in here."

A deep chuckle resounded from within the male as he slightly jerked her face back, standing up before eventually taking his leave.

"Leave her here, I'll have somebody else attend to her soon. Everybody, upstairs now."

Obito was hesitant before he too left. Only [name] was left alone, tied up in the middle of a stone room with the projector still running. As much as she tried to block out the repeating screams of torture from her mother, she couldn't.

This was honestly psychological torture.
Why'd she have to be an unlucky witness?