How long has this gone on now? I was captured a month or so ago...but
what is it they plan for me? They have kept me fed, and bound within a
small hut, I can wander this particular dwelling, but I don't have the
ability to leave, nor the volition as it turns out, where would I go
if I tried to run? I do not have the slightest knowledge of how this
land lays, they'd recapture me with ease. The palm fronds across the
entrance rustle, I glance over, she's back again, the witch doctress
of this village, her skin was a deep tan, though not as dark as the
two guards who took me here, she was dressed in garb made of mostly
vegetation and animal skin, I could not see her face, as it was
covered by a large mask, made of charred black wood and inlaid with
bone. she has come many times to...examine me, not  sure I can really
explain the procedure,  lots of mystic chanting and crap I don't
understand, and I don't really feel like attempting again to figure
the purposes of the plants she burns around me, hell I barely
understand the language they use, though I have picked up a few words
from my captors, it's nothing I could use in intelligible conversation
     "lie still." she commanded in heavily accented English, though it was
easy to tell she had solid knowledge of the language, or at least,
once did. I decided I had to ask.
     "When did you come here?" I did my best to speak clearly, tone even.
She looked at me with clear surprise and what seemed like suspicion
     "who told you?" she glared
     "no one, I am well versed in voices, I can tell your not from this
country, let alone this village"
     "Silence, you know nothing of this place, the people here..."
     "Your not exactly making it easy for me to find out now are you?" I
glared, annoyed
     "You'll see, it's not long now"  she looked at him with cold contempt
before turning and beginning to leave
     "What's not long, tell me!" I screamed as I tried to break free of the
bonds with no avail. But it did nothing to phase her as she laughed
and left the hut.

I sighed and sat down, and turned my attention to the artifacts
hanging from the wall, one was a black dagger, matching the
description of a obsidian blade that I had studied many a time at the
university, on a table beneath it was a large clay pot, from a few
angles I could very slightly see a liquid that resembled blood, but
the most intriguing item on the wall was the mask, wood like the
doctors, but blank, just the roughest of shapes that could be seen as
a mask, no carvings, no paint, no hole cut for a mouth, and only the
smallest of cuts for the eyes. I can't explain why, but I find this
more unsettling then the knife or the blood

I saw the sun setting through the far window and laid back onto the
floor, I slept, and I dreamed of my desires, I saw my family before
me, my niece and nephew, my dear Maria, I tried to approach her, she
started sobbing, the world went black and my eyes flew open, I sat up,
or I would have, if I wasn't tied by my wrists and ankles, I looked
down, they had removed my cloths when they tied me to the table, I saw
symbols drawn upon my chest, all foreign to me, I looked up, and once
again saw the witch doctor, now  accompanied by an assistant who was
holding the pot of blood, I didn't have much time to look at this
however before I screamed in agony, the doctress had just stabbed into
my chest with the dagger, she cut again and again, the assistant
pouring blood into my newly opened wound, I screamed again as she
reached into the cavity, chanting loudly as she tore my heart from my
chest, I looked at it wide eyed as she walked over to the mask, how I
was still alive is beyond me,  she crushed my heart above the mask,
wringing it like a sponge, my blood splattering over the wood, but as
I looked at it, the blood was being absorbed into it. She lifted the
mask and carried it over me, chanting loudly, and I screamed once more
as she placed the mask to my face, and the pain shot through me like
lightning before I lost conciseness once again.

I awoke in a cold sweat, out of breath, why I'm unsure, I saw the moon
outside and sat up to better see the waxing moons luminance, not
really noticing my removed restraints till I fell off the table in the
darkness of the hut. Once my eyes had adjusted I looked down at myself
once again, they had apparently dressed me in the same animal hide as
some of the other tribals had been wearing, though I was more
concerned by the wound on my chest, still open, ribs spanning the gap
and my lungs visible beneath, I thanked god for my strong stomach as I
stood up.  As I went to wipe the sweat from my brow I noticed the mask
was still there, but I felt no weight from it, and for that matter no
way that it was being held there, nothing holding it to my head, but
yet, there it was suspended. I had to remove
It. But no attempt to pry it from my skull resulted in anything but a
lot of pain, as if I was trying to rip my own face off.  I'de have
been screaming if I could, but that too seemed an impossibility, it
felt as if my mouth had been sealed shut, and I remembered the lack of
a mouth on the mask.
I looked around desperately, and then saw the obsidian knife back on
the wall. I stepped towards it, perhaps if I used it to carve into the
mask... I reached for it, if nothing else worked, I would at least be
armed
     "That won't work you know"
I whipped around rapidly, it was the witch doctor again, but her voice
seemed, different, I no longer heard the accent on her tongue
"You'll just get yourself hurt, besides young Konohi, before you may
learn to speak, you must learn to listen.