Gaara's pov

It hurt. Breathing. Hearing. Tasting. Everything.

Games it said. It. Cause nothing that could do this to a person is human.

My watery gasps and the slight clicking of chains due to my shaking body fills the silence of this red tinted prison.

The days and nights blured and mixed in my eyes that hardly open.

How much longer can these so called games go on?

How much longer until its no longer fun for that thing?

How much longer until its bored?

I hope to Kami I don't find out.

I have to think...but my brain is so muddled. How can I think with my mind swimming?

I'm stuck.

.....Naruto...I need you once more....please....