Bruised, battered, broken, sitting in a cell, alone, trembling…. You don’t know how long you’ve been here, and if it weren’t for it branded on your metal collar, you’d forget your own name too. One evening, your silence was broken by the screams of a man and footsteps. Pale with long black hair he stepped inside, a sly grin on his face

"Hm... what do we have here now? such a fine specimen" Orochimaru whispered as he sauntered towards you, lifting your chin gently, caressing your bruised jaw