Your body still ached from the battlefield, arms bound and trembling with strain. Sasori did not extend any sympathy towards his prisoner; he stood before you, eyelids heavy and lips downturned in a disinterested frown.

The cave floor was cold. Blood caked your skin, sweat visibly cooling on your brow. It evoked a disgusted noise from the man holding you captive.

“Can’t even keep from making a mess, can you?” Sasori murmured disdainfully, eyes narrowing at the scornful look that was thrown his way.