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(Y/n's POV)
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*BANG*

"NYAA!!" I yelped as I jolted out of my slumber. My panicked (e/c) eyes began to snap in all directions as I looked around at the unfamiliar room I was in. Cement walls, dimly lit, iron bars- oh.

I'm still in the cell. I sighed as I tried racking my hand through my hair before a familiar heavy feeling in my arms caused them to stay at my side. I looked towards my lap, noticing how the material of my bottoms was starting to get dirty as I sat on the dusty cell floor.

Slowly registering the former day a small pit of dread began to pool in my stomach. I rolled my neck and sighed before wincing at my sore neck. Memories of yesterday flashed into my mind. Waking up, the two-toned man, Izuku, our argument, his hands around my neck.

Tears began to form in the corners of my eyes before hearing another bang. My head snaps in the direction of the noise and I see a figure in the darkness. My breath hitches as I watch the two-toned man emerge from the darkness with smirk. He stared at me with his piercing icy eyes before taking his keys from his pocket and jingling them tauntingly at me.

"Boss wants to see you sweet cheeks~." He purred as he slot the key into the bars again and loudly slid the bars open before walking over to me. I instinctively began backing away and kicking at him. "No!! You're gonna drug me again aren't you!? Stay away from me!!" I cried as I kept scotting back and kicking until my back hit a wall.

He hummed at my fleeing state, an unreadable expression on his face as he boredly watched me crawl away. He haulted his foot steps a feet or two away from me, tossing his keys from one hand to the other. "I'm not gonna put you under this time. Boss said he wants to see you conscious." The man said. "I-I'm not going!! Leave me alone!!" I screamed.

He looked down at me boredly before taking my hand in his and trying to unshackle me wrist; I slapped his hand away. "I SAID STAY AWAY FROM ME!!" I barked through grit teeth and a painful glare. He stare at me for a while with a blank face, his emotions unreadable to me before he dropped my hand causing me to yelp as it collided with the ground.

"Hm. Fine. If that's what you want." He hummed at me before turning on his heel and slowly walking towards the gate. 'What? He's just gonna let me stay here?' I thought as he stopped before the gate and spoke to me over his shoulder. "In 5 minutes a man will walk through these halls. Big guy; 6'3, about 300 pounds, pretty hairy yet he's still going bald, smells like ball sweat and tuna." He spoke randomly. My face contorted in confusion. "You're telling me this why?" I questioned. His blue eyes then went wide and his heteochromic lips stretched into a sick grin. "Well he's got a thing for pretty girls such as yourself. Seeing you all chained up and defenseless is an invitation to crawl on top of you and do as he pleases. So while he's stretching you open no one will hear your pathetic screams because no one will care. Bernie is damn good at what he does." The man finished as he began chuckling at my scared, trembling state. He walked over to me, looking down at my pathetic form as tears brimmed my eyes as I contemplated my options. I looked towards my lap and began shaking as I released a strangled sob.

"So," the man spoke as he lightly grasped my chin, pulling my face up and staring through my teary eyes, what's it gonna be sweet cheeks~?" He cooed as his smoky breath fanned against my trembling lips. I hiccuped and sniffled, but the years didn't stop flowing. "Pl-please..." I began as I snatched my chin from his grasp and looked towards my lap.

"Leave me here..." I whispered, not an ounce of regret in my words.

The man scoffed at me before sighing. "Ugh boss is gonna kill me." He whispered as he grasped my chin again and pricked my neck again before I even had the chance to fight back.

"NO!!" I screamed as my body went limp again, the last thing I see is the man standing above me with an almost sympathetic look.

Almost.
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"..hy would yo..."

"...one job..."

"...cking useless!!"

*SLAP*

"Mm.." I moaned softly as I began to slip into consciousness, the familiar heavy feeling seeping through my being. My mind quickly recalled my current scenario, immediately knowing what happens next, yet my body was far behind, not keeping up with my mind's pace.

I flutter my eyes, this time seeing blurry imagines before me, yet nothing I could make out. I focused harder, trying my best to fight off whatever drug they had pumped into my veins. I tried lifting my hands, groaning as they didn't move at my command.

".../n)~..."

"...ke up my Dol..."

A voice called to me, it seemed distant and lucid, a dark silhouette approaching me as it walked out of the darkness and into the light. It pressed it's cold, rough hand against my cheek before caressing it and dragging their thumb towards my lips, flicking and toying with my bottom lip gently before pressing something into my teeth and slipping it onto my tongue. I was confused, far to weak to refuse any contact so I had no choice in the matter. They gently tilted my neck up, pressing a cool object to my lips before a cold liquid flooded my mouth as dribbled down my throat, taking whatever was placed in my tongue down with it.

The person then let me go and pressed their chapped lips against my cheek before turning around and yelling some more. Their voice rung in my ears as I hung my head in irritation. The world around me began to come into focus, blurry images and muffled voices all coming into focus.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!" Someone shouted as the sound of collision was heard. I lifted my head up and stare at the scene. 2 blurry bodies, black and green, the green seemed to be moving quickly whilst the other moved slow and stumbled.

I watched in silence, watching as the figures seemingly brawl until the blur in black is on the ground, groaning ans grunting softly. My eyes finally came into focus and I realized that the black blur was actually the two-toned man. I gasped softly, eyeing the man on the ground before my eyes locked onto the green-haired man standing above him, fists bloody and a triumphant, sadistic grin on his face.

His shamrock eyes glinted in satisfaction as he leaned down and wiped his bloody hands on the mans jacket. "Get out of my sight." He snarled before spitting on the man. He then turned his back on the man and walked towards a stand and picked up a towel, wiping the blood on the once ivory material.

The two-toned man grunted as he held his side, putting weight onto his knees as he pushed himself before limping towards the exit, giving my an irritated glare. I couldn't help but lock eyes with him, his look going back as he stare at me then shifted his eyes towards the exit.

"Oh! (Y/n)-Chan!! You're awake!!" Izuku beamed as he slipped over to me, standing tall as he smiled then got on his knees. "Excuse him. He was being hard-headed and I had to punish him. I'm sorry you had to see that." He said quietly before carressing my hand, causing me to realize that they were both bound to the arms of the chair. I looked at them in shock as I began to shake and hyperventilate, struggling against the restraints. "Nonononono!! You'll hurt yourself!!" Izuku cried as his hands hesitantly hovered above hers before grabbing her wrists and holding them in place.

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(No one's POV)
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"NO!! No get away from me!!" She screamed as she thrashed back and forth. "(Y/n)-Chan please listen to me!" Izuku begged, his hands trembling above her wrists, but the woman had no interest in listening. "NO!! Stay away from me!! I don't want to here anything you have to say!" She screeched as she managed to headbutt the man, though not enough to harm him.

He looked shocked, taken aback by her pathetic attempt to harm him. He backed away, yet still held her wrists in a looser grasp. "(Y/n)-Chan. Please listen to me. I-I really want this. I want us to work." He mumbled as hr dropped his head, his thumb circling small circles onto the back of her hand.

"NO!! Get this through your thick fucking skull!! THERE IS NO US!! There will NEVER be an us!! I don't want you! I won't love you! I don't even like you!! The very thought of you is enough to send me running. Don't you fucking get it!?! I HATE YOU IZUKU!! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU AND I WANT YOU OUT OF MY FUCKING LIFE!!!" She hollard, her mouth dry from her rant.

The room fell silent. The small pants from the woman are the only thing audible. Izuku stood there, his forest green hair casting a dark shadow over his eyes as he stood frozen. His grip on her wrists had tightened, she whimpered as she tried to wiggle them out of his grasp. "I-Izuku." (Y/n) called out to him, his body still frozen as it seemed to not hear it. "Izuku you're hurting me." She strained as she tried to pull away, hissing as the splinter-y chair had begun to prick at her wrists. "Izuku let go!!" She begged as his gripped constricted her wrists, her fingers beginning to turn purple as their circulation faded. "Please!! Izu let me go!!" She begged.

He stopped, his eyes widening at the old nickname he used to be used to hearing. He gasped, stepping away from her, teeth grit and eyes set aflame. Without another word he sent a swift kick to her chest, she yelped as she and her chair fell backwards, hollering as her back collided with the cold pavement.

She screamed as Izuku then stomped on the wooden chair, the seat of the flimsy furniture shattering under his foot, (Y/n) now lying flat on her back, yet her hands were still bound.

Izuku saw red as he sat on top of her, straddling her hips as he began through punches at her body, not holding back as beat her torso. Her screams had fallen on deaf ears and she begged, pleaded for him to stop.

He wrapped a hand around her throat as he then slapped her, a searing handprint now imprinted on her left cheek. "You're sick." He mumbled. "You fucking manipulative bitch!!" He yelled as he wrapped his hands around her neck. "How the fuck can you do that!? You say you want nothing to do with me then you call me that name!? You don't know what you want do you!?" He screamed at her, spit flying into her teary face. He looked at her suffocating state and scoffed before leaning down to her face, pulling hers closer to his. "Hehe. You don't know what you want Dolly." The man whispered in her face as he threw her head back, a thud being heard as her skull collided with the concrete.

The seaweed-haired male got off of her, standing above her, giving her an unamused look as she shook with fear and sobbed. He ran a hand through his unruly hair as he sighed. "Ugh. I knew this was going to be difficult." He sighed as he walked into the shadows, coming back momentarily, now holding a large glass bottle concealing a brown liquid. He then took a swig, "Yknow Dolly," he began, "I really do love you. You're my everything, the strings in my heart, the blood that runs through my veins, the...ahhh I don't know some other poetic shit." He waved off as he held the liquid to his lips.

"I knew something like this would happen." He muttered as he sighed and began to pace back and forth. "I knew you'd be a difficult little toy." He said. "I didn't wanna play dirty Dollface. Believe me when I say it." He said as his arm with the bottle limply fell at his side as he began sniffling. "I-I just want you to love m-me (Y/n)-Chan." He whispered as he wiped his eyes and walked back into the shadows, he pushed a button and a loud, obnoxious buzz could be heard from around the room. "Dabi, bring in the chair." He ordered before walking farther into the shadows, disappearing.

Moments later the sound of the creaky metal door could be heard, followed by a high pitched squeak. (Y/n) was still on the floor, finally regaining herself as she continued to sob. Moments later she found herself gasping and whining as a pair of strong arms tucked themselves under her neck and knees, pulling her from the ground as placing her in a comfier chair. It had plush leather cushions and that sat comfortably under her butt, spine, and head.

She caught a glimpse of him, the two-toned man. He flashed her an almost apologetic glance as he took her bruised wrists in his hands and placed them on cold metal arms of the chair.

Without a word, her bound them both in a leather belt that was seemingly attached to the chair. The woman sat in shock, she looked him in the eyes and silently pled the man to let her go, set her free. He turned his gaze away from her as he stood under straight once he was finished binding her to the chair.

"Done." He muttered as he turned his back to her. "Good good." A voice commented from the shadows. "You're dismissed." They spoke. The man didn't spare the woman a glance as he walked out of the room, the metals doors shutting once more.

A little, eerie squeak swam through the darkness. A jingly rattle could be heard aswell, the shuffling of objects rumbling against one another as the moved. Then the whistling begun. Slow, melodic, haunting and sinister. The person whispering causing the tune grinning as he stepped into the light, a sinister thought swimming through his broken mind.

He grinned as he pulled a cart from the darkness, humming delightfully as he parked the cart next to her, an assortment of silver stabby, pointy, pokey, and prodding objects neatly arranged, a lamp shining above them as if they're on display. (Y/n) felt her heart speed up and eyes go teary as she began to struggle again.

"Izuku!! Please!! Don't do this!!" She cried as Izuku hummed softly as he took out a cloth and began picking up a few tools, polishing them with a sweet smile on his face. Tears began to well in her eyes, memories flashing through her mind as she recalled all the memories she tried to burry.

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She had begun to shake, her body quivering with fear as she recalled her family. Her mother, her father, her sister and little brother all tied up in a circle of chairs as Izuku stood shirtless, beaming proudly in the middle. He stood proud, monologuing their love as he waved the kitchen knife around in one hand; an axe in the other.

(Y/n) was shaking, sobbing profusely into the cloth gag tied wrapped around her head. Her father was screaming and yelling, begging and cursing the girl's boyfriend to let them go and take him instead, trying so badly to activate his quirk but finding himself powerless to the cuffs around his bound wrists.

(Y/n)'s mother sobbed, not for herself but for her children. She wanted so badly to take trade her life for theirs. Her youngest child Niko, bawling and quivering profusely, his tears seeping into his footie pajamas as he looked at his mom for reassurance.

(Y/n)'s older sister hadn't shed a tear. She sat frozen as blood spewed from her mouth and seeped into the gag. Izuku had chopped her tongue off moments ago.

(Y/n) sobbed and gagged, snot seeping from her nose as her body had overflow with guilt and deceive. She brought him here. The night before he took her. He took the least piece of dignity she had and watched it bleed all over him in satisfaction. Her took her in her own home, her own bed, and now he was taking what was left. He put something in everyone's breakfast and dragged them into the living room.  His shirt loosely draped over her shoulders as she bled immensely onto the chair.

(Y/n)'s mother had accepted her fate. Her eyes locking with her children's as she smiled at them, silently praying to whatever higher power above that she'd see her family again, that they'd be at peace wherever they lie.

She turned her gaze to (Y/n), her heart shattering as she eyed the blood in between her legs. She silently moved her hand, wiggling it out of the tight rope that bound her wrists together. The skin tattered as it bled from the friction, but she didn't mind. She pulled her gag from her mouth and tried to ignore the sounds of Izuku beating and stabbing her husband.

Her body jolted at the gargled and squishy sounds he and his body made as she shut her eyes tight and placed a hand on (Y/n)'s head, the girl jolting at the contact. Her mother smiled as best as she could, her other children eyeing her for help, but she did nothing but smile more, no one knowing of the tumor growing in her skull.

She smiled to them all as she ruffled the (h/c)-ettes hair. "I love you all." She whispered.

(Y/n) opened her mouth to speak before blood sprayed over her face, her mother's scream ringing through the room as her arm fell limp from the girl's head, now twitching in her daughter's lap.

Izuku stood revolted, the sight of another touching what was his causing a flame to burn bright in his eyes as he stomped over to the 6-year-old boy and pulled his hair before pressing the knife against his neck. Grinning sickly at everyone's pleas to not hurt the boy. The child kicking and crying as he called for his mother and sister's, his father sitting limp in his chair, but his ears still tuning in.

Izuku chuckled before leaning into the boy's ear and whispering something loud enough for the others to hear.

"Never forget what's mine~"

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(Y/n) sobbed in her chair, entirely reliving her family's slaughter.

"Noo. Nonono don't cry." Izuku cooed as he wiped her cheeks of the never-ending tears. "Izu..." She whispered. "Y-you promised to never hurt me when we first met. Did you ever mean it?" She whispered through her sobs.

Izuku seemed a little taken aback, his heart jumping as she remembered their first run in. He smiled softly, leaning in a pressing a small kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek despite her pleas and refusal. "Oh (Y/n)-Chan..." Izuku whispered lovingly as he nuzzled his nose into hers before pulling away and sighing. He looked at the girl sympathetically and caressed her hand. "(Y/n)-Chan..." He whispered as he stopped touching her and turned his back to her.

He sat motionless for a while, not saying anything. (Y/n) had begun to think that maybe, just maybe, she had gotten through to him.

"(Y/n)-Chan."
He whispered, turning around with s scapel in his grasp.

"Would you believe me if I told you it's hurting me more than it hurts you Dolly~?"
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Pls excuse any and all typos🙏