Why me? Why did I have to be the one he loved? I was kind to him and in return, I became a glorified pet. He seemed so sweet when we first met, but there was a price to his generosity. There always is.

I clutch the luxurious sheets on my canopied bed as tight as I can as tears threaten to fall from my eyes. Glancing to the chain on my leg, I bite my lip to keep from crying. My room is gorgeous, filled with lavish furniture and various decorations. Still, I cannot be happy, even surrounded by such fine things. No matter how lovely my prison is it is still a prison. I will never be able to leave this place until the day I die.  I can't keep track of the days I've spent here as there are no windows and I have nothing to do. Everything that my captor deemed even remotely dangerous had been removed. That list included technology, books, art supplies, and any exercise tools. I was left with nothing but my thoughts and it was absolute t o r t u r e.

"Dearest, please don't weep. It'll give you wrinkles," an all too familiar voice purrs from the doorway. My head snaps up to see the one person I would give anything to not see right now.
"Shouto, what are you doing here?" I inquire flatly.

Even my voice has lost it's life down here.

He simply smirks. Walking over to where I lay, he cups my chin in his hand. His palm is warm and a traitorous part of my mind wants to lean into his touch and sink into the sweet feeling of his skin on mine. Any physical contact is appreciated at this point.

"I just wanted to see you. Is it so wrong to desire the gaze of my darling? He says, tilting his head in curiosity. He almost looks innocent, but I know better than to fall for that facade, no matter how well crafted it is.

I turn my head away, scoffing. "You lost that right long ago. If I had a say in it, you wouldn't be able to even breathe the same air as me," I snap. My face burns in anger as I remember all the innocent lives he took in my name. Bakugo, Izuku, Kirishima. They didn't deserve to die, but he didn't care. He wanted me and he would do anything to have me, even if it meant murdering his friends. I shudder, remembering their cold dead bodies laying on the ground in front of me. Their glassy eyes will haunt me for an eternity.

Shouto grasped my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. "You've gotten on my last nerve, dear. I did this for you, you know. I killed them for you. I kidnapped you for your own sake. EVERY CRIME I HAVE EVER COMMITTED WAS DONE IN YOUR NAME." His voice becomes crazed, his eyes losing all light and a sadistic grin plastered on his lips. "How infuriated you are! Perhaps you need time to cool off?"

In any other situation I would have been ecstatic to hear that I would be left alone for a while. However, the malicious aura he was emanating gave me pause.  There was going to be a catch.

"A week of complete solitude would do you worlds of good, don't you think?"

And there it was.

The room fell into silence for after that. He tapped his foot against the floor impatiently, waiting for me to crack and beg for his forgiveness. Still, I stubbornly bit my tongue and refused to utter a single word of protest. The bastard didn't deserve to hear by pleas.

As a little bit of a bonus, I wanted to show you a self portrait I recently created.