Orochimaru's breathing was growing ragged, and sweat beaded his face. His hand drove the kunai in hard, and then dragged it through cloth and flesh in a vicious slice. He wondered what would happen if he blacked out from pain; would Kadaj's technique be broken, or remain in place? Not that he expected it would matter, one way or the other; if he blacked out, they'd simply kill him.

His hand finally drew the kunai away, but the relief was short lived as he was forced to slip the loop of the kunai over his index finger and then pull it back until there was a sickening snap.

He yelled. It wasn't a scream, but it was a cry of pain, and he fought for his self control again as the kunai was removed and he was made to grip the next finger along at the second joint and push until that too snapped.

"Tormenting a weakened enemy," he panted; "how crude."