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Silence.

Shizuka let out a noise somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, gripping the edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

Saeko sighed, rubbing her temples, already looking done with this conversation.

Orochimaru, on the other hand, was enjoying himself. "Now that," he mused, "is an interesting offer."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Shizuka flailed, her voice pitching high. "Saya-chan, you can't—!"

Saeko raised a hand, cutting her off. No hesitation. No unnecessary words.

Still, even she had to admit she respected Saya's guts. The girl wasn't bluffing. She knew exactly what kind of world Orochimaru came from—he hadn't been shy about it. The bloodshed, the cruelty, the constant struggle for power. And yet, here she was, willingly stepping into it.

Saeko had seen that frustration in Saya before. That sharp mind trapped in a body that couldn't keep up. A brain that ran a hundred miles a second in a world where intelligence alone didn't mean survival. What was it worth, really?

Orochimaru's grin widened, his amusement practically radiating off him. "You're desperate. I like that. But desperate people make terrible deals."

His tone was smooth, pleasant, but there was something sharp underneath it, like a kunai hidden in silk.

He leaned in, golden eyes gleaming. "Tell me, Saya-chan… do you even know what being my slave would mean?"

Saya swallowed but didn't look away. Her nails dug into her skirt, but her posture stayed straight. Unyielding. "I don't care."

Orochimaru hummed, a sound slithering from his throat. "Oh, but you should."

Shizuka let out a strangled whimper. "W-We should really talk about this first—!"

Saeko shook her head. "There's nothing to talk about." Her voice was calm, too calm. Not cold, just distant.

Shizuka puffed up in frustration. "B-But—but that's basically like selling her soul!"

Saya scoffed. "What soul? We lost our freedom the second he got us."

Orochimaru chuckled, eyes glittering with amusement. He was studying her, peeling back the layers piece by piece.

"You say that," he drawled, "but what use would you even be in my world?" He gestured vaguely, like it was obvious. "You can't fight. Even if you learned, any half-decent shinobi could take you out before breakfast."

Silence.

And there it was.

Willingness didn't mean jack if she wasn't useful.

Even selling herself meant nothing if she had nothing to offer.

Saya knew that. Of course, she did. It was the same logic that had followed her all her life. Skills equaled value. Strength equaled survival. And right now? She had neither.

Orochimaru let that realisation sink in before he continued, voice casual. "Leaving aside your total lack of skills… A slave is someone who can't refuse or resist their master's orders."

He licked a stray bit of sauce from his thumb, completely unbothered. "You do realise that, don't you?"

Saya nodded stiffly.

She wasn't an idiot. She knew.

No limits. No conditions. No take-backs.

If she agreed, there was no telling what he would demand of her. No assurance that he wouldn't break her, twist her, turn her into something inhuman.

But that didn't matter.

Not if it meant saving her mother.

And it wasn't like she had any ability to resist any of that now.

Orochimaru leaned in further, his voice dipping lower, curling into the space between them. "That means I could cut off your hands, your feet… turn you into an experiment…"

He let the words stretch out, nice and slow, making sure she heard every syllable.

"Use you to satisfy my lust."

A pause.

Then, like the words weren't venomous enough, he added, "Or others ."

Shizuka stiffened, her mouth opening—

But no words came out.

Saeko didn't move.

Saya's fingers curled tighter around her skirt.

Everything in her screamed to react—to flinch, to pull away, to do something—but she didn't.

She couldn't.

She met his gaze, steady and unbroken.

"I know," she whispered.

Tap. Tap.

Orochimaru's fingers drummed against the table as he closed his eyes.

Lazy. Almost bored. Like a cat toying with a mouse, deciding whether to eat it or just kill it for fun.

His eyes stayed half-lidded, unreadable. Maybe he was thinking. Maybe he was just letting the tension stretch because it amused him.

Then he shut them completely.

For a moment, the only sounds were the tapping of his fingers and the shaky breaths of Shizuka, panic creeping up her spine.

Saeko remained still, watching, waiting.

Saya barely breathed.

She could feel her heartbeat, the steady thrum in her chest, but she ignored it.

She ignored everything except the man in front of her.

Waiting.

Then, without opening his eyes, Orochimaru spoke.

"Let's go see your mother."

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