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      Published: 2018-03-16 Updated: 2018-03-29 Chapters: 8/? Words: 21605
****** Katsuki ******
by MissKick
Summary
     By the time the dust settles after Kamino Ward, Bakugou Katsuki is
     not found.
     OR
     As a last ditch attempt to hurt the Symbol of Peace, the League of
     Villains sells the star-pupil they had kidnapped into slavery.
***** Down Under *****
Chapter Notes
     Had this freaky idea a month ago. Couldn't stop developing it, it
     disturbs the hell out of me, even though it fascinates me, but it's
     too dark to associate with my original account.
     Nuh-uh. This madness stays here.
     Rape in later chapters.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                       I
He supposed there were worst situations to be stuck in.
Granted, he was shackled, without power, in an unknown place, and it’s quite
possible no one knows where he even is…
But he’d figure something out.
Even if he couldn’t see a way out now, he surely… He surely would find a way
out of this mess…
Katsuki gritted his teeth, shifting where he was sitting on his knees, pulling
at his wrist above his head in yet another attempt to squeeze it through the
hop of his chain bindings. He could feel it chaffing his skin, wearing down his
skin to flesh, but he ignored it, biting his lower lip as he strained to pull.
He felt like he was so close, the hop wasn't that small…
Ah… His knees were also chaffing from scrapping the rough rock floor. What a
shitty dungeon. Could they be any more cliché with their hideouts and cells…?
He stopped when hearing a noise outside his darkened cell, focusing on his
hearing to know if someone was approaching, but it seemed to be a distant set
of footsteps just passing somewhere beyond the hallway. All other noises were
the sound of a leaking pipe somewhere, and what he could only describe as the
sound of emptiness hitting the walls and back, reaching his ears in an eerie
manner.
With nothing to worry about for now, he renewed his quiet struggle.
If only he could free his hands, then maybe he could get this fucking collar
off his neck and get the hell out of this dump.
It was electric, he could feel the buzzing heat under it, and his neck was
still bleeding from where its tiny rods dug into his flesh. It would probably
hurt to break it apart, but he couldn’t use his Quirk while wearing it.
So he would have to bear the pain of electrocution again. He didn’t mind, he
could probably handle it now that he knew what to expect. He could get it off
if he was quick and strong enough.
Then he’d be free to murder these fuckers and find his way back home.
The fucking League of Villains… He’s make them pay for this shit one day.
“Yes, yes, this one will fetch a nice price.”
Katsuki scowled at the memory. They sold him. They fucking sold him. Like a
dog. What kind of bullshit is that…?! He scoffs at the thought.
Maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised. They were Villains after all. Scum.
Katsuki didn’t buy their stupid bullshit, he didn’t give a shit about their
sales-pitch for their crappy life-style.
So of course, they got butthurt and sold him. What a bunch of-
Footsteps. Katsuki stopped and glared at the bars of his cell. That man showed
up, just as he expected.
A strange collar was fastened around his neck. Katsuki was still bound to a
chair, and someone was holding his head by the hair, pulling it back and
exposing his neck. He spat all the curses he knew, but it was no use. It was
tight and uncomfortable, but once it was fastened, the stranger put a key on it
and turned. Immediately, Katsuki feels it burn and sting.
“What the fuck is this?!”
“That’s to keep you from misbehaving too much.” The man said and backed away.
He saw a nasty smirk on that bitch with the knife and smugness of the fire
freak. The leather restraints were taken off and Katsuki immediately sprung
into action, reaching for his Quirk-
Except instead of igniting nitroglycerin on his palms, his body locked into its
current position, a hot buzz searing through his body, his throat muscles
constricting enough that he couldn't breathe, and once it was gone, he
collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.
Not even his tongue would move to pronounce profanities, much less the rest of
his body.
He was paralyzed… He could hear mocking snickering from that bitch.
Thus, here he is again, the fucker who dragged him in here to begin with. The
door to his cell was opened and Katsuki sneered. “When I get out of here, I’m
going to make you pay, you fucking piece of shit!” He spat.
The man gave no sign of being intimidated. “You don’t seem to understand the
situation you’re in.” He smirked. Katsuki barely took notice of the strange
accent, when he kicked him square on the jaw.
Katsuki gasped and spat what was probably a little bit of blood and glared
daggers at him. “Trying to scare me?!”
That rewarded him with another kick.
Katsuki just grew more infuriated. “What the fuck is your deal?!”
Another kick. If this kept going, he would lose a fucking tooth. He took a
moment to search his mouth with his tongue to find the source of the coppery
taste.
Goddamn bastard would just beat him up? Why the fuck-
“You best learn now. You’re not allowed to speak unless asked to.”
“Huh?! What’s-”
Kick.
Ah, shit… Speaking was being punished. Fine, he wasn’t a fucking masochist. He
settled for scowling, wishing his eyes could make the fucker combust on the
spot.
“That’s the first rule. Don’t speak up.” The man raised a finger in front of
him. “You’re no longer a free man, you’re a slave now.”
“What the fuck!” He shouted without thinking. A slave-?!
A foot planted itself on his forehead, making his head hit the wall behind him
and he unconsciously let out a grunt of pain, and then a growl as he glared
from behind the shoe on his face.
“A man chooses. A slave obeys.” The man said slowly, enunciating each word.
“This will be the first lesson we’ll be carving into your mind here.”
The foot was removed, and Katsuki glowered silently, taking short huffing
breaths, his wide eyes filled with nothing but simmering fury.
The man scoffed at him, turning to leave his cell. “Welcome to our little
Conditioning Center, Ka-tsu-ki.”
His name rolled off his tongue with a strange accent. Katsuki already hated it
even more.
The cell was opened and closed, and Katsuki was left alone again. He resisted
the urge to scream in rage, and began to pull at his at the shackles, maybe to
try and pull this whole fucking wall apart and use the chain as a whip to beat
that bastard with. Turn his smug face into a bloody smear on the ground.
A slave? Katsuki scoffed. As if.
…He really needed to get the fuck out of this shithole.  
Chapter End Notes
     This gets so bad... I don't know why I'm doing this to my angry
     Pomeranian. I can't be the only one who likes to torture characters I
     love?
***** Just Stubbornness *****
Chapter Notes
     So since I was writing this thing in sections, I'll probably add two
     or three sects in the same chapter, otherwise this would just take so
     damn long...!
     I just wanna get to sect 9 already. That's where this whole shitshow
     of a plot-bunny came from. But I can't skip build-up and context!
     I'll just write quickly and not stall scenes.
     'This' kind physical torture was never really the point here anyway.
     Heh heh I feel bad.
                                      II
Katsuki refused to be their slave. He refused to obey them.
When he talked back, they hurt him with a beating. Never harsh enough to cause
permanent damage. Throwing insults felt like a waste of time at this point. So
he resorted to other ways of resistance. 
When they gave him water, he didn’t drink it. It could be drugged.
When they gave him food, he didn’t eat it. He didn’t know what that shit was
made out of.
They just laughed at his face and took the food and water away.
He wanted to refuse to sleep as well, and held on out of sheer willpower and
spite. He didn’t know what these people would do to him while he was out cold.
His mind became increasingly muddled as the hours went by. His eyes were heavy
and he was soon having a hard time just keeping them open.
He sighed and dozed off, just to rest his eyes a bit, but when he startled
himself into attention, his face was on the ground and his hands were no longer
chained to the wall. They were chained close together, but no longer over his
head and stuck.
He passed out. Goddamn it…
It disturbed him that these people got so close while he was asleep… But he
supposed they could have just knocked him out if they wanted to do something
weird…
Maybe not sleeping wasn’t his brightest idea… He was left exhausted, with his
head heavy. Like thinking was too much of a hassle.
But now, his head was just a bit cleared and he was at least free to wander in
his cell…How gracious. Those fucks…
A small cubicle of space with a toilet – which he desperately needed to use and
now finally could – but that was about it. The metal of the bars was sturdy, he
couldn’t break it, and he couldn’t find anything he could use to try his luck
with picking a lock or something.
He didn’t know how many times he wandered in circles in the cell. He didn’t
want to sit and wait. He was restless. Wasting energy he wasn’t replacing.
Looking for… something.
A weak spot on the wall, maybe.
Just… anything that could help.
He didn’t know anything about prison escapes. Probably because he never thought
he’d ever be on the wrong side of the bars. He had no idea what he was doing.
So he wandered. He stopped wasting his breath, but he was still refusing food
and water and sleep.
He knew this was senseless. If he wanted to escape, he’d need the energy to do
so, but staying still just felt like defeat. He was tired, his whole body was
sore from the ruff treatment, and his legs burned, if he sat down now, he
wouldn’t want to get up…
But he couldn’t keep moving. He needed rest. And he needed to sit down and be
patient.
As it turns out… he needed a key. For the fucking collar.
Once the manacles were out and he was alone, he did try to get the collar off,
only to get shocked again and end up paralyzed on the ground.
He thought he just wasn’t fast or strong or persistent enough and tried again,
harder. Same result.
Apparently, his captors had noticed it.
That man stood on the other end of his cell, smirking. “Don’t do that. That
thing is made to deal with people with powerful Quirks, but it causes nerve
damage. It’s why it’s considered a violation of ‘human rights’.” He said with
air quotes, laughing as if the concept itself was a joke. “So if you keep that
up, you’ll just end up a vegetable.”
Katsuki snapped and tried to grab him through the bars, snarling in rage, but
his only reward that day/night was a beating. Without his Quirk, he was no
match for anyone… 
He needed a key. So he needed to know where to find one. Maybe if he paid
attention long enough, he’d get a clue…
So he stopped wandering, he sat down and watched instead. It felt like such a
relief to rest his legs…
He’s been there for… he’d say two or three days…? Could he wait much longer
without taking their damn food and water and avoiding sleep? It was
ridiculously difficult to stand at this point… He got tired so quickly without
nutrients and dehydrated. He hasn’t felt the need to use that toiled for way
too long…
He’s running dangerously low on water…
No, he couldn’t wait. Not really. Katsuki was hungry, and by the third day, he
was too thirsty to care about spiked drinks. He drank their fucking water.
No drugs, it seems.
He threw the cup at their fucking faces and got another beating, which his
stomach did not enjoy, and neither did his face.
He had stressed himself over nothing, probably looked foolish while doing it
too, wearing himself ragged with hunger and thirst. No wonder they were
laughing at his face.
To add more salt to the wound, he found no clues as to how he could escape and
find the keys.
There were always two guards dealing with the cages, one to open it with a key,
and other to handle the prisoner, and to top it off, they never gave him a clue
as to what their Quirks were. Then they left with the keys tied to their wrists
and hid them somewhere elseentirely, and Katsuki couldn’t go looking when he
couldn’t even leave the fucking cell.
To further escalate the annoying feeling in his gut, he realized he wasn’t the
only person in this shitty situation. There were other cells in the hallway, he
knew, but it was just too dark to see and the angle wasn’t favorable from where
he usually sat, they were just a little too quiet…
He tried getting their attention when there were no guards, but no one spoke a
word. He only saw them move when he approached the bars while food and water
was brought, and even then, it was still difficult to get a clear look. They
were quiet and hunched over.
Like wounded animals.
This is what these bastards wanted to do to him. Turn him into that.
Well, he wasn’t letting them.
Even though he was sleeping on the floor and eating their damn food and
drinking their fucking water.
He couldn’t escape if he had no energy to do so. This was just necessary.
===============================================================================
                                      III
Katsuki didn’t know how many days have passed with him sitting and staring
ahead at nothing.
He was filthy. His hair was matted, his skin felt like wet ham, and his clothes
reeked. Looking down as his crossed legs under him, the soles of his feet were
dark, as someone had taken his shoes while he was asleep.
That makes it two times they got so close while he was out cold… The only two
times they've left him with evidence of it. Who knows what else they’ve done
without him noticing?
Who knows what they could do…?
When nobody came, there was nothing to do other than stare at the walls. Nobody
in the other cells talked to him, so it was no use wasting his time with them.
When somebody came, he’d watch for possible weaknesses while eating shitty
bread and drinking lukewarm water. For a while, they actually sort of left him
alone as long as he didn’t speak.
It was getting more and more frustrating…
He couldn’t track their routine well when he couldn’t see the sun. He’d settled
for counting the seconds, but that was thrown off whack every time he fell
asleep.  
He wasn’t even sure tracking their patterns would help. All plans ended with
the fact that he was powerless and stuck in a small cell. What could he do
while Quirkless…?
Just as he mulled his options quietly, glaring at the floor and biting his
nails, thatman began showing up with some frequency.
“How are you holding up there?” The question was asked with obvious amusement.
‘Peachy’ Katsuki wanted to say, but much to his own mortification, he hesitated
to let the word out and bit his lip instead, maintaining his glare.
His ribs still stung painfully from the last time he slipped out a word. If he
moved too much, he swore he could feel it poke his damn lung.
The man nodded with a smile and moved on. Fucking asshole… Katsuki should have
spat something insulting, consequences be damned.
Katsuki was starting to think he was the only one there who spoke Japanese. No
one else spoke to him. Only that guy took upon himself to annoy the shit out of
him by asking stupid questions with that smug expression.
The moment Katsuki snapped and raised his voice, he’d be punished.
If he spoke, he’d just get hurt.
If he didn’t speak, he’d be obeying them.
…Fuck… When realizing the trickery, he began talking back on purpose, because
staying quiet was accepting defeat.
He could handle what they threw at him.
He attempted to get information while talking back, anything important, but it
seems getting him to snap with words and then punishing him for it was all that
fuckface wanted to do.
The moment Katsuki opened his mouth, he was done talking to him and his lackeys
did the rest.
He had trained his body since young. He could handle beatings. Punches until he
was bleeding and having a hard time breathing. Kicks once he was down and
leaving him with splintered bones.
It was fine.
…He couldn’t stand this place anymore, though.
He thought maybe he could fight back without his Quirk, grab their keys to free
his hands. As long as he could leave his cell, he could run for it and find the
key to the collar.
Yeah… desperate plan, maybe. But the longer he stayed in this hole, the more
dread seemed to grow inside him. The more he felt like they’d do something to
him. He needed to move. 
The first time Katsuki attempted to actively fight back, despite being unable
to use his Quirk, he caught them by surprise. Expected, he’d been relatively
compliant until then.
He was tired, but he still found himself capable of kicking one down in the
solar plexus once he walked into his cell. The one by the door froze for a
single second before Katsuki was on him, both hands grabbing him by the neck
and hitting his head on the empty cell bars behind.
Neither passed out, but were just mildly disoriented and nearly grabbed him. 
Wasting no time, he took off into the hallway to the right, towards where the
guards always came from. That led him to another adjacent hallway.
Shit…! Now he had to guess which side to follow- He usually heard footsteps
coming from the right, but when they left, they always went in the other
direction- so he went right, since they got the keys from somewhere before
coming to the cells, right-?
Katsuki barely ran five steps into that direction before something tied around
his legs and made him face-plant into the ground. A foot dug into his back,
uncomfortably close to his neck.
“That was very dumb, Katsuki. Very, very dumb.” That fuckface. Katsuki craned
his neck to look, saw that his fingers turned into silvery wires, now tied
painfully around his ankles. “You know what we do with slaves who try to
escape?” He smirked and Katsuki found himself swallowing dry despite his sneer.
Strings were tied around his chest and arms instead, and he was dragged back.
Katsuki swore and cursed out loud all the way as he tried to find his footing.
It was difficult to do so while he was dragged off and he just got scratches on
his feet for his troubles.    
He found himself in another room. The usual violent beat down was expected – it
injured him more than usual, but also expected – but in the room where he was
dragged off to, there was also a tank of water. Katsuki swore mentally when
seeing it, and readied himself for what was coming.
Maybe he should just be glad they wouldn't do something worse to him, but the
thought didn't quench the dread.
He was forced to kneel in front of it and a hand dunked his head in. Being
drowned in freezing water hurt. It hurt a lot. No matter how long he tried to
hold his breath in, his body inevitably betrayed him and drew breath, making
him panic when there was no air coming in.
It burned his throat and lungs. When pulled out, he coughed harshly enough that
it racked his whole torso in pain as his body attempted to expel the water from
where it shouldn’t be. He was beaten while down again, before being dragged by
the hair and dunked under water again.
…He could stand pain. He knew he could…
It was done enough times that he could barely breathe or move, and then he was
dragged back to his cell, this time too exhausted to fight back and he could
see the trail of blood his wounds left from his bleeding face and limbs.  
Not long after he was shoved back into his cell, unable to stand, barely
managing to draw air, a woman showed up to tend to his wounds. She was… kind
and nice.
He couldn't help it, he laughed at their attempts at manipulating him into
compliance, laughed despite the pain it inflicted on his chest.
He knew what this shit was. He knew exactly what they were trying to do. He
knew this woman couldn’t be trusted, with her soft voice and her healing Quirk,
which seemed to work by the way she rubbed her hands over where the pain and
wounds were.
Like a nice massage… It made him want to sleep more.
She continued to show up to take care of him whenever things got too rough.
Healed even the scars and fractures and missing teeth.
Such a stupid trick…
This goddamn bitch was insane if she thought she was getting to him with her
fake caress. She wasn’t. Even if he kind of looked forward to it… Even if he
relaxed while she was around…
He just wanted to be healed so the pain would disappear. That's all there was
to it…
***** Ticking Time *****
Chapter Notes
     I got like 50K worth of little-to-no-dialogue simplified narrative.
     Yet somehow, I keep changing things and adding extra shit to it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                      IV
How many days now…?
Maybe it’s even been more than a few weeks, judging by how his hair grew just
over his ears.
After other two new attempts to escape- all similarly desperate spurs of the
moment- Katsuki had more than enough time to think about his current situation,
and whether or not he had any chance of finding a way out.
Short of being saved, he couldn’t figure it out. And he tried. He fucking tried
for as long as he could to think of something.
The collar needed a key, but he didn’t know where that was. If it was with a
guard, he couldn’t fight them for it. He tried, and obviously, it didn’t end
well. He was essentially Quirkless here.
And if it wasn’t with a guard, then the keys were beyond his cell… and he
couldn’t leave the fucking cell…! Not without alerting anyone.
This small square space was his world. No way to use his Quirk and no way to
overpower anyone in the place.
…Yeah. Short of being saved, he wasn’t… quite… sure on how to escape… The
thought made him grit his teeth and dig his nails into his palms.
He wondered… if Deku actually listened to him for once. He told him not to come
for him. He wondered if he stayed back like he’d told him to… But then again,
Deku always came for him, even when nobody asked him to, even when he told him
to fuck off.
He was just that kind of idiot.
He dreamed with that once or twice in this place, in which the Heroes and Deku
actually show up. He feels such a relief that when he wakes up, he berates
himself angrily for hours.
Stupid, stupid, stupid…!
He wasn’t stupid; he knew a dead-end when he saw one.
Short of somehow being saved and short of a miraculous technical failure of the
collar,there was no way out.
There was nothing he could do without power. He could feel the buzz of the
collar constantly.
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                                       V
Katsuki didn’t know how long he stayed in that filthy cell.
He was just so goddamn tired…
He was tired of these people, tired of pain, tired of the shitty food, tired of
sleeping on the floor like an animal, tired of being tired; tired, tired,
tired…
He was just done with their crap.
It was easier to barely respond, just obey the fucking rule and make them
happy, and they’ll stop annoying him with their shit and leave him alone to
sleep a little more. He didn’t want to think about his failure to escape or his
dwindling will to move, or the weakness settling in his body.
Each day was a hassle and it was getting worse, he could feel it. He could feel
it when he found himself thinking that it wasn’t worth the pain and effort.
He found himself hesitating to speak up and spit curses even when he actually
wanted to do so. Those were restricted to his mind. It just wasn’t worth it,
his mind said.
This actually seemed to please these pieces of shit. They left him to sleep for
a few extra hours. He didn’t care if he was being rewarded like a well-behaved
animal.
He just wanted to sleep and to be left alone for a little while, just enough to
be fully rested. Clearly, how long he slept juts wasn't enough. One shitty
piece of bread and a cup of water plus what felt like two hours of sleep just
weren't enough…!
What he wouldn’t give for his bed at this point…? Hell, a bed would do…
He’s sure that if he could just rest up properly, his mind would clear up and
his body would have more energy to spare. Then he’d be able to actually focus
for a few minutes…
Maybe a shower would help too. Just the filth was probably half of his total
weight at this point. 
Ah… He’s been living in the lap of luxury until this whole shitshow began,
hasn’t he? He never realized how pampered he was. His parents always provided
him with everything since the day he was born.
Good food to let him grow strong, fresh water to use and drink at his leisure,
a warm house and room for shelter and privacy, clothes that were always
magically washed and clean in his closet, and a comfortable bed to sleep in
every single day.
…God, he really missed his house…
He kinda missed his parents, too… and his mother. For all the crap he gave her
for treating him like shit, she didn’t actually treat him like shit.
This is being treated like shit.
His mother was an angel in comparison. How many times did he call her a hag in
the past…? Nah, the bitch who healed him was a hag… Not his mother… His mother
was at least honest. 
…He’s been wasting more and more time thinking about things that wouldn’t help
him escape.
But he excused himself for it. He was just too tired to focus on making plans…
He'd do that as soon as he got the rest he needed…
“We’re glad you’re finally behaving a bit better, Katsuki.” That fuckface, who
he called Wires now, said as he stopped by his cell.
‘Stop saying my name’ he wanted to hiss. That goddamn fucker… just looking at
him pissed him off so much…
“The next rule is this: You will not look at your betters in the eye from now
on, hear that?” Like a dog lowering its head in submission.
…Fuck this guy… Katsuki sneered back at him and was promptly punished for it.
Being dragged out by the hair and being ruffed up enough that he couldn't quite
feel the left side of his face or some of his limbs. 
Adrenaline doing its job… 
Then he's back in his cell with that bitch again. He felt so tempted to just
follow the damn rule and go back to sleep.
===============================================================================
                                       VI
“…You should stop doing this, you know? You’re just hurting yourself…”
His hands were still shackled together and were pulled above him.
This bitch who healed him… Katsuki remained still on the ground, glaring at the
ceiling, and ignored her. She spoke English, so he could actually understand
her, at least.
It made no difference.
He winced when a nail was removed from his palm, courtesy of a sick fuck who
didn’t like the way Katsuki looked at him.
“I know this is difficult, but life will be easier if you stop being so
stubborn…” She murmured softly, rubbing his bloody fingers.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes, not looking at her. ‘Stop pretending to be on my
side’he wanted to say, but found himself tongue-tied, as usual these days.
She was rubbing his wounded hand, and it feels nice- but he knows she’s with
them.
He fucking knows this is just another dirty trick. She’s trying to trick him
into speaking, like that fuckface Wires always did before, but she did it while
pretending. Lying, making him think she could be trusted.
It made him want to laugh. She thought he felt safe with her?
Idiot…!
He knew she was just waiting. The moment he opened his mouth, she’d hurt him
like everyone else in this shithole always does.
He couldn’t trust anybody.
He couldn’t speak to anyone. He couldn’t even look at anyone. Anyone and
everyone in this place was just looking for excuses to hurt him more.
For all he knew, even the other prisoners would rat him out if he uttered
something. He wasn’t playing their fucking game. Not with Wires, and not with
this bitch.
As if summoned by his thoughts, that bastard showed up. He recognized his
footsteps at this point.
He stopped to talk to the woman in a foreign language he couldn’t understand.
They talked for a minute before she stood and left his cell. His hand was no
longer bleeding, but it was left with a slightly numb feeling to it. 
Katsuki sat up and leaned against the wall, knees close to his chest.
“Now, now, Katsuki, it’s about time we taught you to obey commands, don’t you
think?” He sounded smug as always.
Katsuki gritted his teeth, holding his tongue back in the process.
This is what it’s been leading up to, right…? Making him obey?!He knew that,
even as he catered to their fucking rules. He did so because he wanted to avoid
unnecessary pain. He hated it- he could handle it- but he hated it. That’s the
only reason he stopped speaking and stopped looking.
“You’ve been with us for three months now. That’s really slow progress, by our
standards at least, and so far, you haven’t been a good investment. So listen-”
His heart rate picked up, as he had a sudden feeling of what he was about to
say.
“We can’t hurt our reputation by selling a slave that can’t work well, can we?
So, if you get too close to costing us more than you’re worth, we’ll have to
put you down.” He enunciated the last three words slowly.
Katsuki’s eyes widened. He stayed quiet.
“So, your stubbornness really took time off your clock, you can only blame
yourself for that. I’ll see you tomorrow, Katsuki.” He tapped the cell bar he
was leaning on and left.
Katsuki relaxed his body and looked at his hands. So this is what it’s come to,
huh?
Three months.
They’ve been attempting to break him for three months, and even though he
didn’t come out of it unscathed, he held on and still refused to be a slave.
He was a prisoner. Not a slave. They didn’t break him.
Katsuki slowly grinned.
If he could only hang on for alittle while longer, they’d have no other choice
but to put him down, because they just couldn’t break him.
He’d win.
If he wasn’t getting out of this hellhole, then he’d have to deal with the
cards he’s been given.
As long as they didn’t break him, he’d win.
He could already imagine, their faces clouded with defeat. They were so smug at
first, but they didn’t get to him, they didn’t turn him into a slave after
all…! They lost the game! He’d laugh and curse and spit at them once they came
to end him. What a sweet revenge that would be…! 
With a goal in sight, he felt more alive than he ever did in this hellhole. 
Chapter End Notes
     What the fuck am I doing you ask?
     Boy oh boy, that's a complicated question.
***** Rugs Pulled *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry if I'm updating too quickly or something. >.< I'm just
     impatient because I have these stuff pre-written already.
     This one is a bit shorter, but because IX is too big (4K words) for
     me to add along with these, I'll leave it for next update.
     Enough build up then, right?
     Thanks for all the comments and kudos!
     I'll probably stick to late night updates from now on.
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                                      VII
Katsuki always found himself sighing in relief whenever he was back in his
cell. He was tired and in pain, but he was one day closer to his victory.
They tried to make him follow their commands, but Katsuki ignored them. They
tried hurting him as punishment, but with an end-goal in sight, Katsuki could
bear it with a herculean effort.
He grinned at that bitch who healed him, eagerly listening as she spouted her
platitudes and empty promises, because he could hear how impatient she would
get when he clearly wasn’t breaking.
In fact, he could say that in their eyes, each day he grew more and more ready
to take them on.
They were so confused and it was so sweet to watch. He saw the suspicious
glances they threw at him whenever they passed by his cell, they were pissed
off and on edge.
He saw Wires’ mask of smugness crack every day now. “…You’re cutting your time
short here, Katsuki.” He warned him several times, each time growing more and
more stressed.
Katsuki didn’t reply or look at him, but couldn’t hold back the smirk.
While left alone, his mind sometimes wondered if this was really the best way
to go about this.
Maybe if he cooperated, he could actually leave this place. Maybe being bought
by someone would open doors into other new chances to escape. Maybe there was
really a rescue on the way, and he just needed to hang on as much as possible.
…He wanted to live, didn’t he…?
But… the realistic side of him begged to differ when it came to his chances.
He couldn’t possibly pretend to cooperate. If he ever acted like a slave, he’d
be a slave, and that would be the end of him anyway.
He would not do that.
Being bought and forced to work to death somewhere was no better. Who’s to say
there would be a way to escape then, even? Knowing his luck so far, he honestly
doubted it. Even if he checked and then immediately found a way to end himself
if there was no way out, he’d just have lowered himself to an animal in the
end, so then why not end it here?
There would be no way out anyway. He knew it. So that was just a waste of
energy.
And a rescue…? Yeah, he didn’t believe for a second that anyone knew where the
fuck he was. He wasn’t in Japan, he knew that at this point.
No.
He was done and he’d hurt these fuckers where it hurt the most on his way out.
He knew they had pride in their craft.Wires boasted about their record often
enough.
Katsuki would ruin it and they’d fucking remember it.
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                                     VIII
He woke up to voices outside his cell.
Katsuki had curled up on the ground, his back touching the wall, and as he woke
up, he just sat up with a sigh.
Another day, and he’d once again steel his will and bear it. His deadline was
coming soon, he guessed. Sometimes he partially hoped it would come sooner so
he could get this over with.
Other times, he dreaded it altogether and let out a sigh of relief when it
didn’t happen for the day.
Moments of weakness.
Absolutely pointless weakness. 
A bright light suddenly shone on his face and Katsuki reeled back, hand over
his face. “Hello, hello, Katsuki~” He heard Wires in English, chipper again
despite his previous annoyance in the last few days. Wires had a flashlight,
now pointed just under his general direction.
It’s too early for this shit and he glared right back. He saw another man with
Wires. Taller and with glasses.
Katsuki glared at him too.
The man leaned closer to the cell, rubbing his chin. The way his eyes focused
on Katsuki- going down and then up slowly- it made the hairs on the back of his
head stand on end, it was creepy. “Hmm… Asian, fair skinned, blond, red-eyed-
that’s rare… But… it’s not well trained yet, right?”
Katsuki scoffed. He’s an ‘it’ now…
Both men frowned at the noise he made, but turned to each other. Wires sighed.
“It’s been five months, we still get attitude and it won’t obey.”
That long, huh…? When is the cyanide needle coming along, anyway? Or would they
just shoot him…? 
“But you can’t keep it for much longer, can you? Any more and you won’t get a
profit with its current price, and you can’t raise the price too much.”
“…Now you understand my plight.”
That’s right, Katsuki wanted to say.I win, fucker.Even if this would inevitably
end his life, he’d not die as a slave. He’d die as a man who resisted until the
bitter end.
His musings were interrupted by a pat on the cell bar. Looking up, he saw the
other man grinning at Wires. “Tell you what. It’s still way below my budget, so
I’ll take it off your hands and see what my employees can do. I’m sure a
wealthier handler should try to break it, right? It’s a worthy investment for
me, considering the rare phenotype. I'll give you 5% of the cut as well.”
The world seemed to fall apart around him. Katsuki wanted to scream.
“It’s probably for the best, I guess. It seems this market is not the best for
cute little Katsuki here.” Wires gave Katsuki’s wide eyed stare a smug smirk,
and exchanged a handshake with the other man. "It's settled then."
Once he left, Wires crouched in front of his cell, face twisting with sick
amusement. “You think you’re so smart, eh?” He hissed in Japanese. “You think I
didn’t notice what you were doing? Hmm?”
Katsuki clenched his fists, sneering, his whole body shaking in rage.
Wires chuckled. “Now, I may be washing my hands off of you, and maybe you can
feel like you’ve won this one, but I guarantee you, Katsuki. You will regret
this. It’s like they say, eh? Won the battle, but lost the war?" He stood.
"That friend of mine is really good at what he does, I'm sure you'll, ah… enjoy
it a lot.” He cackled at Katsuki’s furious glare and left.
Katsuki snarled and pulled his hair. That goddamn bastard…! He was selling him
off before the fucking deadline…!
Maybe he should have expected such a cowardly move. But what now…? What will he
do now…?! "…F-Fuck…!" He spat with difficulty. 
He forced himself to breathe slowly. Well… Wherever he was sent to next… He’d
just have to do the same thing all over again, right? Try to find a way out,
and if not possible… get put down.
…Katsuki still did not like the way that man looked at him… It sent
uncomfortable chills down his spine. He wasn’t sure he could brace through all
of that again… But he’d have to try… So long as he didn’t die a slave, he’d
win. 
He had to.
He just… had to…
Chapter End Notes
     Feels like an incomplete piece, but I couldn't bring myself to add IX
     to this one. Oh well. I'll just post IX after 24hs or so.
     One might think this whole start-up was pointless, but it really
     wasn't. Besides the obvious speech-conditioning, weakened body, and
     sheer hopelessness, there's this one particular little thing I want
     to milk out of this in the future. *Evil laughter*
***** Further Down *****
Chapter Notes
     Does anyone really need a WARNING?
     If you read the tags, surely it was expected, right?
     I can't say I ever wrote a rape scene before, though. So I'm not
     quite sure about the quality. :I You tell me.
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                                      IX
He was out cold the whole time.
By the time he woke up, he was in a different cell.
There were no bars, it was a small room with solid walls of concrete. The door
looked sturdy and metallic. There were airways for ventilation on the ceiling
still too far for him to reach. A toilet and a cheap excuse of a mattress, thin
and ragged.
Oh… A fucking bed.
He was laying on a bed. He found himself curling up on it, just to soak in the
fact that he wasn’t sleeping on the fucking ground.
He already preferred this to the other place.
Also, just as important, his hands weren’t shackled together. His wrists were
still chaffed and red, but it was kind of a relief to be able to move.
Katsuki took the time to sit up and stretch his shoulders a bit. He felt stiff
all over. He hasn’t exercised in months. His muscles were probably in no shape
for fighting or anything like that.
He frowned and ran a hand over his shoulder and back, not feeling the oily and
grimy dirt that clung to him for so long.
The room smelled of antiseptic. Someone was in his cell, and clearly, they took
the time to clean the months-worth of grime on his skin… It felt like he’d lost
weight just from that… His hair too, which went right over his ears in length,
but it wasn’t as matted…
Like he’s been dry-cleaned, like a cat. 
Nevermind what he thought before, this was fucking creepy…
Further beyond that… the fucking collar was still on his neck. So the people
here probably thought they could handle someone who couldn’t use a Quirk just
fine.
Katsuki felt his shoulders dropping and he stared glassily at his feet, soles
no longer dark with dirt.
He wanted to say that he’s back to square one, except he was actually even
further back. He laid down on the mattress slowly, staring at the ceiling.
He had worst odds now than when this whole shitshow started.
With the lack of nutrients and lack of exercise, even sleeping didn’t make the
exhaustion that constantly plagued his body disappear. He knew he was skinnier
than he used to be. His body ate away his muscles to make up for the lack of
food. He was too weakened.
Worst odds than before.
He brought up his hands in front of his eyes. Even if his hands were free… The
cell was even sturdier. The door solid. No way to know what was even happening
beyond his cell… What could he do now…? 
Then, the door opened, startling him into sitting up quickly.
That man who brought him to this place… It seems outside was much better
illuminated, the light reflected on the man’s glassed eerily. “Ah, good, you’re
awake.” English, then… “Get up and follow me.”
Katsuki bit his tongue on reflex, but didn’t move. He wasn’t sure what to do
and he scowled.
The man’s mouth twisted a bit and he tapped his foot, then brought up a hand
and Katsuki felt a strong tug on his clothes. He let out a cry as he was
hurdled forward and fell face first into the ground just beyond the door.
Just as he got himself on his elbows, big hands picked him up and Katsuki
flailed in surprise. Someone was carrying him, but not the bastard with
glasses. Someone twice his size put him over the shoulder and began walking.
The Villain with glasses was walking behind and smiling at Katsuki with his
hands behind his back.
“You really are a disobedient one, aren’t you? I’d appreciate if you didn’t
have to make my employees carry you back and forth.”
Fuck you,he wanted to say, but words hardly left his throat. He just settled
for a sneer.
He got slapped as a reward. His cheek stung, but that’s about it. “Don’t make
such an ugly face now.”
Katsuki huffed in anger but didn’t look at him again.
He was carried to another room, an empty space in the middle, surrounded by
interconnected sofas. The only space of wall available was one with chains and
manacles.
Shit… He didn’t like this place…
It had a weird smell, mixed in with something industrial. Like a hospital, but
just slightly mixed with something weird that he couldn’t place…
He was thrown on the carpeted ground, on his belly, and his hands were shackled
on the wall close to the floor. He pulled himself by the chains to kneel, his
back was to the door, and Katsuki instinctively tested the chains again. They
looked new and shiny.
He wasn’t going anywhere with these. He could barely keep his back straight
with how close to the ground the chains were. As far as mobility went, he could
keep his back to the door and turn to face it just a bit.
Everything seemed neater, instead of that dingy shithole that was falling
apart…
This place put him more on edge than the other one before.
The dread pooling inside him told him there had to be a reason why the room was
set up this way.
What did they have planned? These fucks have been trying to ‘break’ him for
months, and Katsuki couldn’t say he’s come out of it unscathed, he hesitated to
open his mouth all the time, as that usually only led to more pain and no
results, and he was keen on avoiding it at this point…
His heart rate sky-rocketed as he was left alone with the man and saw him take
his suit-jacket off and leave it on the sofa before approaching Katsuki.  
He crouched and grabbed him by the jaw, inspecting him like an animal. Katsuki
felt tempted to bite his hand, but inevitably settled for drawing his head away
forcefully with a low growl.
Causing pain to his captors just got him punished. In his current position, it
would probably be better to assess this bastard’s temper, and see how far he
could push.
As far as he knew now, he couldn’t push a lot, but it always gave him a bit of
satisfaction whenever he did with Wires.
And that’s all he had left at this point…
The man shook his head. “It’s such a pity. With your phenotype, you’d fetch me
a pretty penny, if it wasn’t for your attitude. A slave doesn’t need pride, you
know?” His tone was casual and, honestly, Katsuki thought he had no business
sounding so normal with when the industry he dealt in involved slavery.
Fucking Villains… Weren’t even sensible enough to realize how fucked up they
sounded.
The man stood and turned away from him, to pace. “There are two markets here,
you know? Labor and sex. You’re either sold as an unpaid pair of hands to work
until you die, or… you’re sold as a product for pleasure.”
That made Katsuki’s eyes widen a bit, his fists clenching.
“We mainly work with the latter.”
His mind went blank for a second.
He didn’t want to think about it. He was being beaten and tortured, there was a
lot of pain, and he had been somewhat relieved, because the possibility did
cross his mind…
“Labor is easy to find if you know where to look, and it’s cheap, a mere 200
dollars or so in the Indian or Chinese trade gets you a basic slave for labor,
or just 100 by the Libyan trade, even. But a pretty face like yours could be
worth many thousands. The market is quite demanding of young fair-skinned
blonds, girls usually, but boys are really good too. Extra if they’re blue or
green-eyed. But red-eyed, ooh, that’s even rarer, and to top it off, you’re
also Japanese…! It’s like I’ve hit the jackpot. You’re speculative worth is
incredible.”
His hands were shaking. This wasn’t good… He didn’t like this…
“And I can’t believe they were trying to sell you off for labor… But, ah, I
guess that’s just their specialty, so it’s good I found you before that, huh…?”
No, no-
He didn’t want to be some rich fuck’s toy…! He’d rather work to death than be
someone’s cum bucket…!
The man gave him a nasty smirk. “I’ll be damned if I don’t milk every last cent
of your total worth.”
Katsuki backed off for the first time since this whole nightmare began. Just an
inch, and that alone spoke volumes. He’s never flinched away from anyone… Not
even when they came to torture him.
The man approached, and Katsuki knew damn well what was coming.
He grabbed his ankle and on survival instinct alone, Katsuki tried to get him
off and kick him away, but his limbs weren’t as strong as they used to be, and
he had no problem holding him- it was obvious, but Katsuki struggled anyway.
This couldn’t be- This piece of shit couldn’t do this, not to him- Katsuki had
to do something-!
The man blinked and backed off, just as a shock racked his whole body, locking
his limbs and burning his throat.
He used his Quirk- he’d panicked… His body went limp, only his hands were off
the ground, shackled to the wall. Shit-shit-shit-shit-
He was paralyzed with this bastard right behind him- You stupid fucking
shithead…!He berated himself furiously. His body was numb, but he still felt
his ankle being grabbed more calmly.
He couldn’t believe this was actually happening-  
The man laughed. “I know this is scary, but you’ll just have to get used to it.
It’s not that bad.” His leg was pulled, his limbs wouldn’t respond when he
tried to pull back.
“No-!” He wasn’t supposed to utter a single coherent word, so of course his
reward for even trying was to have his head pulled by the hair and then slammed
on the ground harshly, making his vision spin.
His old trousers were taken off him and he was left bottom-naked and he
couldn’t see what the Villain was doing because he couldn’t move his head- but
he could hear more clothing rustling, a zipper.
Then hands were on his legs, spreading them.
He knew this was coming… It was in the back of his mind for months, he’d
figured that sooner or later something like this would happen if he didn’t
escape…!
And when it didn’t happen, he got comfortable like an idiot, thinking it
wouldn’t happen at all…!
He couldn’t move, his breathing was intensifying, because there was nothing he
could do but take it…!
Shit, he couldn’t stop shaking, and he hoped that was just the after-effects of
the shock-
He couldn’t move his neck, but he tried to glare at the bastard behind him with
such hatred and fury –and fear– that if Katsuki could use his Quirk, he would
be a bloody hole in the wall by then.
“You’ll have to take it raw for now, so this will hurt… just a bit.” It was the
only warning he got and he couldn’t help but gasp in pain at the sudden jolt
shooting through his back-
What did he… shove inside him…?! A finger…?!
And it just got worse as the bastard pushed further and further in, moving and
stretching what wasn’t supposed to be stretched like this- then adding another
finger just as quickly and with no warning, making the pain double in intensity
as he drew back and forth harshly.
Katsuki gritted his teeth in an attempt to stop screaming, but the sound kept
coming through anyway. He wanted to clutch at something with his hands, but
they’d barely move.
He could deal with pain.
He’s used to pain.
Even before all of this, he could deal with pain just fine.
But this wasn’t just about the physical pain.
Disgust overwhelmed him for a second, the fingers were moving so deep inside-
back and forth and stretching- This was wrong, so, so wrong…!
Katsuki took a few seconds to get his bearings straight and take long breaths.
It was all brusque movements behind, he could almost feel nails scraping the
walls in, it lasted forever, before he added another and it got worse yet
again.
Katsuki wanted to murder him so badly…! Images of how he would accomplish such
feat flooded his mind. Even with his bare hands, he wanted to tear him apart-
Just… hurt the bastard so he never touches him again-
He didn’t know how long he fantasized about murder, but he was snapped out of
it when the invasive thrusting of fingers disappeared-
He gasped in attempt to breathe more deeply, but he suddenly felt something
bigger forcing its way in.
Oh no- not this- He couldn’t do this…
He kept forcing his way in, Katsuki gritted his teeth as the pain was getting
worse and worse until his insides swallowed it whole…!
Katsuki refused to open his mouth- if he did, the total extent of how much this
hurt would be obvious- the strangled noise he let out told the man enough,
though.
Something wet prickled on his eyes, he couldn’t breathe for several seconds,
and his whole frame was shaking.
He heard him chuckling mixed with moaning from behind.
His whole body felt it, that… awkward, painful thing inside of him. He could
feel it there, he could feel where and how big and every move and twitch…
It hurt so fucking much…!
It was so disgusting and wrong…!
And then the goddamn fiend began to movewith no warning or hesitance, drawing
back and then shoving in hard, and the pain was back with vengeance and this
time he couldn’t hold back the scream that tore through his throat in bursts
with every breath he took in or out-
And he continued and the pain renewed with every pounding, he felt something
wet and warm- blood, his mind registered- and fire consumed his body as that
thing shredded its way inside of him repeatedly and he was vaguely aware that
he was screaming not just in pain, but at the utter revulsion and overwhelming
terror that consumed him.
How many more times would this happen from now on…?!
“I guarantee you, Katsuki. You will regret this.”
He knew…!
The movements were harsh and didn’t stop, and it picked up speed as the seconds
passed.
This wasn’t just about the physical pain… That he could handle, it couldn’t
break him…!
What he couldn’t handle was the humiliation…
The sheer feeling of disgust and nausea all over. The white-searing shame.
That hurt too. It hurt so goddamn much…!
His behind was pulled further up, over the Villain’s lap as he leaned forward,
his dick hitting even further inside- “…If you were a woman… with these looks,
you’d be worth more as a virgin, but… as it stands, you just need to be a
comfortable fuck… and know how to pleasure someone… You can be damn sure, when
I sell you, you’ll make your owner very, very happy…!” He was panting behind,
Katsuki could hear the smirk in his tone.
He could barely slow down his breathing, so he had to grit his teeth again- it
wouldn’t stop his body from voicing its pain-  
The grip holding him just under his hips tightened and pulled him closer,
pulling him back in sync with the thrusting. “…It would hurt less if you
relaxed a bit.”
…How was he supposed to relax…?!
His mind was in chaos, because all that came to him were memories of his life
up until that night, all the hard-work, all his expectations of himself,
everything he ever did for his future, it all crumbled before what was
happening, being fucked from behind like this-
He would never be able to forget this…! He would never be clean from this! Much
less escape from this!
The pain slowly transitioned from a hellish scorch to an excruciating burn.
The thrusts were harsh and were now deeper, at a constant, steady pace and
Katsuki closed his eyes, his voice finally obeying his wish, just barely
limiting itself to gasps and ghosts of whimpers that he was ashamed of
uttering.
He heard breathing and grunts from behind him. His body rocked along the
thrusts. A calloused hand ran under his shirt and up his back, it made him try
to lean away, but he could barely move anyway. “…Body temperature is a bit
higher than usual…” The hand nuzzled his skin, and it made Katsuki shudder.
“That’s good, I can sell you to someone living somewhere cold… You’ll make a
good bed warmer…”
‘Shut your damn mouth…!’
Katsuki was too busy trying to focus on anything other than this, anything
other than the memories that became broken and tainted with shame.
…It seemed like the lowest he’s ever been in his entire life…
It felt like his own heart would blow up inside of him, everything felt hot,
wet, painful, revolting, everything hurt, just stop, stop, stop, stop…!
And it did-
Katsuki gasped. He had spoken out loud…
“Hm? ‘Iah-me-ro’? Begging to stop already…? Don’t worry, I’m almost done…” And
it continued, harsher and faster, the searing pain sparking anew as if his body
had forgotten what it felt like in those brief seconds, hands settling on his
shoulders and pressuring him down even though he could move at all.
…This was torture… He preferred being beat up…! He preferred having his fingers
nailed and his bones broken…! He preferred drowning! 
As his impulsive begging was ignored, there was no shortage of gory images
running through his mind, all of what he wanted to do with this man behind him.
Katsuki wanted to hurt this man just as much as he was hurting him.
He’s never wanted to kill someone like this…!
And then… it was over with one last harsh shove deep in- and that thing was so
far inside him- and a burning feeling came, that was… He was… His filthy fluids
were… inside.
His mind was frozen. Overwhelmed by the sheer revulsion from the warm liquid
now taking residence inside of him. It was such a grotesque sensation, he felt
like he was about to start sobbing right there.
The dick was pulled out from him, the wet sound nearly making Katsuki gag, the
feeling of nausea seemingly growing with each harsh breath he took.
He was spent, mentally and physically exhausted, it felt like his body was made
out of lead, his limbs still wouldn’t move.
…How could this happen… to him?
You will regret this.
He wasn’t paying attention to what was being said around him. He barely took
notice of what was happening, his mind going in circles. He’s aware that
someone else showed up in the room, but ignored it.
His hands were freed from the shackles. He was stripped of his remaining
clothing, and then dragged somewhere else like a limp doll for the time being,
his body still taking its sweet time recuperating from the shock.
He glared wide-eyed and glassily at the moving ground the entire time until he
was thrown back on his cell’s mattress.
Katsuki was exhausted and naked, but as soon as the feeling barely came back to
his limbs, he wanted- needed to try and get rid of the filth he felt still
lingering inside of him…
The memories of what just occurred invaded his mind uninvited.
It didn’t take him long to throw up what little he had in his stomach in the
toilet.
The images of the whole thing kept coming back to his mind without warning,
hitting him like a hammer, jarring his thoughts.
He was acutely aware that his behind was filled with that disgusting man’s cum
as well as his own blood-
He could swear it was sipping into his bloodstream through the wounds- it was
under his skin and coursing through his blood- he felt it.
There was nothing left in his stomach, he was left dry heaving long enough that
he thought he would pass out due to lack of air. It was taking so fucking long-
He wanted to sit over the toilet and hope that it would leak out like liquid-
but the longer he took, the more he could feel it coursing through his blood-
Once he could move without the gag reflex racking his body to expel what didn’t
exist in his stomach, he could finally sit- his ass burned so much, it was hard
to sit down, it felt like it stretched the wound in all the wrong places- but
it still didn’t feel like that filth was coming out…!
He felt desperate-
He was forced to use his own fingers in attempt to make the entrance wide
enough to get out- out-out-and it hurt so much to touch and move but he
couldn’t sleep with a man’s cum sipping into his body-!
He could feel it with his fingers and that alone triggered the gag reflex
again, but there was nothing left to expel, so he sat there trying to scrape
out the filth despite the searing pain for as long as he had the energy.
Inevitably, he ran out of that too and laid down over the mattress, exhausted,
his legs unable to hold him.
He could faintly hear other noises around him during the night, from beyond the
walls, other people… Some were screams, some were moans; some were girls, and
some were boys…
‘Ah… This is hell…’He passed out, but still heard those same sounds in his
nightmares, except it’s his own voice instead.  
Chapter End Notes
     I feel bad for doing this to my baby.
     Honest here.
***** Of Routines in Hell *****
Chapter Notes
     More WARNINGS! I crammed in a reason for it twice in here.
     I don't know how good I am at writing gang rape- even if it's not a
     big gang. But I did my best. :I
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                       X
He was vaguely aware that there was someone else in his cell. He honestly
didn’t want to wake up to see. But he didn’t want to sleep either.
He didn’t want to go back to the nightmares.
He drifts in and out of this level of awareness. When he blinks, he doesn’t
hear anyone in the room anymore. When he turns his head, there’s definitely no
one around. It makes his skin crawl, because he's sure he wasn't alone the
entire time and he feels like he's been touched.
Sitting up, he takes several seconds to breathe in deeply, rubbing his eyes.
He’s naked, but…
But…
Memories assaulted his mind, and Katsuki winced, shaking his head. He
tentatively spread his legs a bit. He saw no sign of dry cum, and he felt a
sting, but… not as bad as the day before.
Someone with a healing Quirk, too…
Nausea made itself prominent again and he dragged himself to kneel by the
toilet, feeling like he was about to throw up and waiting for the inevitable
internal movements his organs would do to make it happen.
Even if he was healed… even if he was no longer bleeding… So deep inside- it
won’t stop- He shook his head again. He didn’t throw up, but he felt stuck on
the edge of doing so.
Katsuki sighed shakily and leaned away from the bowl, trying to take deep
breaths, aimlessly looking around the room, but blinked when seeing something
by the door.
A plate and a cup. Food and water.
He wasn’t hungry… His stomach protested, but the nauseating feeling countered
immediately. Could he eat like this…? He still wanted to escape, right…? That
was the plan,right? The place was new, so that meant new opportunities… He'd
need the energy- If that didn’t go well, then he’d just wait to be put down…
…Fucking stupid…He could wait for that at the other place because the
punishments were just pain. Plain and simple pain.
Could he do the same thing here, if the punishment was… this?How many more
times would they gorge his insides like this if he resisted…?
But wait, that wasn’t what he said-
“We mainly work with the latter.”
His eyes slowly widened. No, no-no- That wasn’t punishment… He wasn’t fucked
because he did something wrong-
No.
They weren’t going to force him to work-What they wanted him to be is-
“I’ll be damned if I don’t milk every last cent of your total worth.”
He couldn’t bring himself to eat, but he stayed close to the toilet bowl,
trying not to whimper for his future and trying to ignore the gnawing shame
devouring what was left of his pride.
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                                       XI
The room was too solid.
There was no way out.
All he could do is stare at the door from the edge of his mattress and wait for
them to come for him. He knew they would. And then-
What would he do then…?
Could he fight back? Could he try to run? Bite, or scratch- just do
something? Anything to not end in that situation again was valid, right?
Swallowing dry, Katsuki looked down at the untouched food. He drank some of the
water, but couldn’t stomach the food at all…
He nearly threw everything back up.
Inevitably, the door opened again. He didn’t recognize this man, but he looked
East-Asian. “Oh, you didn’t eat.” He spoke Japanese with no accent… “I guess it
can’t be helped. Come along, it’s your turn.” He smiled and gestured for him to
follow.
Katsuki felt his muscles freezing. What was he smiling about…?
The smile remained, then accompanied by crossed arms. “If you don’t come, I’ll
have to drag you out. Come on now, Katsuki-chan.” He drawled out his name and
it creeped him out…
Now in the presence of another person, Katsuki was keenly aware that he was
naked and so painfully vulnerable, and even more so now, seeing the man's eyes
wandering up and down and his body like-
…Creepy bastard…
"You're not coming?" 
It hurt so much- stop- get it out-
He couldn't open his mouth- he couldn't move a muscle- He's never felt so much
like prey before, frozen still, as if that would somehow keep him safe. He
didn't- He wasn't doing such a thing on purpose- He just couldn't move…!
The man leaned on the door, a pitying look mixed with amusement on his face.
"Ohw… you cute little bunny-rabbit~ Scared?"
Katsuki's heart skipped a beat.
Prey.
He's been prey since the day before. Being shackled and held down and fucked
from behind made him prey, and this man knew it. "If you're scared, I'll hold
your hand~" At the sight of the feral grin, Katsuki stood and backed away, not
as fast as he'd have liked.
The man remained immobile, grin still and unchanging, but the shadows under the
creep's feet moved, ever so slowly approaching Katsuki's own like a stalking
predator. 
The door was blocked and there was nowhere else to go- He didn't want to go
through that again- he didn't want-
"…Come now little bunny~" 
Katsuki backed away because he had nowhere else to go. He was cornered, back
hitting the wall, and he scurried further to the side without thinking- he just
didn't want to be touched again- essentially trapping himself with no escape-
not that he ever had one anyway-
The shadow inevitably grabbed him, snaking its way around his limbs- legs
first, then his waist, torso, neck and arms- Katsuki gasped as it constricted
his throat's air consumption just enough to make him struggle, and then
panicked as his limbs were moved on their own.
No- he was dragged like a puppet despite his shaking limbs, struggling to
breathe and keep his body in place, but it was no use. He was outside his cell
before long. The door was closed and Katsuki was forced to go along despite his
building internal panic, his struggle to stop merely making him stagger but not
stopping the movements.
The same direction as the day before- back in that room again- He stared ahead
with wide eyes, hearing nothing but his own heart and his own footsteps,
gasping for breath.
…He was utterly powerless. Everyone had something he didn't in this place.
Something of paramount importance that couldn't be replaced.
The man next to him was certainly his guard, dragging him back to that place
that plagued his last nightmares… He was little more than a head taller than
Katsuki, mid-twenties at most, and he didn’t look too buff- but that didn't
matter, his Quirk more than made-up for it…
Creep,as he would call him, was then holding Katsuki too close… One hand
holding his forearm, other on his shoulder. When the hand began rubbing his
shoulder, Katsuki tried to push him off with his elbow quickly- but his arm was
restrained to its position.
Creep grinned, teeth like a hound’s, but didn’t let go of him.
Katsuki found himself back in that cursed fuck-room again. He froze by the
door. His prediction had been right-
This isn’t supposed to be punishment-
It’s just how things work around here…!
The door closed behind him and he flinched as the shadows became lax, and he
stepped away from Creep.
When he was grabbed by the wrist, he attempted to kick his captor in the navel-
stupid desperate attempt that would lead him nowhere but- The shadows
contracted swiftly, faster than before, and easily intercepted his pathetic
offensive and kept his body in place, with his leg outstretched and leaving him
so vulnerable-
Creep gave him that pitying look and shook his head, approaching and leaning
far too close to his body for comfort- one hand moving under his knee and
sliding under his thigh- making him shudder and his mind flood with memories
from the day before- other nudging Katsuki's chin. “Don’t be so violent,
Katsuki-chan. A lot of people here like to hold grudges. They’ll just get back
at you here in this room and that will be veeery uncomfortable for you.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened as he swallowed dry, breathing becoming erratic. His
eyes darted around, seeing his compromising and vulnerable position, seeing no
options of escape- there was no escape- 
Creep’s grin grew and it sent chills down his back as he stepped away, shadows
moving Katsuki's body against his will again and forcing him to kneel at the
same spot from the day before while the man shackled him.
He was here again- someone would show up and-all that pain- the humiliation-
that filth and overwhelming feeling of disgust-
“I wouldn’t do that to you, though. But educating you is not my job.” The
shadows left his body alone, Katsuki turned his behind away from the man as
much as he could in an illogical attempt to protect his vulnerability, turning
to scowl at the bastard, but not quite managing to hold his eyes for more than
a second, reflexively looking away instead.
He focused on the man's shadow, an unnatural existence considering the way the
light was set in the room. It was shaped like a person and had empty spots
shaped like eyes and a sharp grin. It waved mockingly at Katsuki even though
its owner made no such movement.
Blinding light or no light at all would do the trick-and how would he even
accomplish that-? How stupid of him-
“Well, I'll leave you to it then. Have fun!” Creep laughed and left the room. 
Katsuki stared at the door, dread growing inside. He looked around the room,
even though he knew it was useless.
But he couldn’t stand it again. He couldn’t stand the feeling crawling under
his skin. He couldn’t try to use his Quirk again- that would just be stupid-
why deprive himself of the chance to fight back-?!
It wouldn’t make a difference even if he did, his mind retorted.
By the time someone shows up in the room again, Katsuki was pulling at the
chains, having worked himself into a near panic at the fact that he couldn’t
escape this.
He froze and turned, finding a different person who wasn’t even really paying
attention to his struggle, not looking at him, just taking off excess of
clothing before moving towards Katsuki. He struggled for no other reason other
than panic- even if his mind told him there was absolutely no point in it-
This man pinned his legs without much of a scuffle and before long, he had a
dick in his ass again, the fiery agony exploding, hands holding his thighs at
an angle that made the thrusting go deep.
Sudden flashbacks instantly jarred his mind-everything was suddenly ten times
worse because he was being raped for the first time it was happening all at
once and everything hurt so much-
Katsuki gritted his teeth, closing his eyes and trying to keep his voice and
breathing under control and dragging himself out of the past. He was being
fucked like a whore again- the present moment mixed with the invasive memories
of the day before, but he was aware of the now.
…They would keep doing this, wouldn’t they…? This was the point- They’d keep
doing this- every day-until he got used to it, until it broke him-
And unlike before, he wasn’t sure how long he could handle this…!
…He wasn’t going to break, he wasn’t going to be their toy, he wasn’t going to
be their slave!
Half of him didn’t believe any of that-
The thrusting grew in tempo, becoming harsh and doubling the pain, his legs
were pulled back against a particularly angry thrust that made him scream and
he felt it again-
Disgust and shame and horror and- It felt hot and searing, sipping inside-
The world was at a standstill for a few seconds before the length inside of him
was pulled out. Katsuki jerkily drew his legs closer as if it would protect him
from further abuse.
This again…
The man who raped him didn’t speak a single word to him- He could hear his
breathing and could hear him move about in the room adjusting his clothes, and
Katsuki doubted he even knew his name or even noted his face- like he was just
going about the motions.
Katsuki was nothing, just another slave to fuck and break-break-break-
Tomorrow- and the day after that- and the next one after that-
He couldn’t take this…
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                                      XII
The good side of being constantly exhausted was that he rarely stopped to think
too much about what he was doing…
…A routine.
He let the days pass him by, just waiting for that moment when he could finally
lay down on his mattress and sleep, honestly hoping he wouldn't wake up again.
He barely managed to sleep that long anyway, so he probably looked a mess,
sleepless and sunless as he was. He tried to keep track of time by the length
of his hair, and at this point, it was nearly reaching his shoulder, so he'd
say it's been roughly… maybe seven months since he was torn away from home…?
Maybe eight? 
He balefully considered biting his own tongue a few times, but all he managed
to do is grit his teeth over it lightly, telling himself to do it already, only
to chicken out of it after a while. 
He felt cowardly for not having the guts to do it, ashamed that he needed to
outsource it to others, but gave himself the excuse that these people wouldn't
let him kill himself and would just somehow bar him from escaping like that
either way, so it didn't matter.
Pathetic…
So he set himself on auto-pilot. Single-mindedly focused on shutting out the
world and going back to sleep as soon as he could. But the world was noisy
around him at what he assumed to be morning, and he usually covered his ears-
sometimes wanting to dig his fingers so deep into his ears that he'd never hear
the world again.
The noise just brought memories, and memories jarred his thoughts and made him
twitch at their intrusion, but they inevitably left him alone after a few
seconds of that.
He didn’t bother with the filth anymore… It was already far too deep inside for
him to even care, even though he could feel it crawling under his skin. Someone
usually came while he was asleep to clean him, so that helped a bit…
When he woke up, he ate what was at the door, because if he didn’t, they’d come
and shove it into his mouth- and that would break the routine and it would
hurt-
After doing his business- and if he had time, sleeping a little longer-
someone, usually Creep, would come to take him to the fuck-room and Katsuki
would then do his utmost to ignore what was happening to his body and ignore
the memories.
He saved all of his mental energy for that. Day by day, the physical pain
diminished bit by bit until he could actually bear through it until it was
done.
Once back on his room, he’d eat again and go to sleep.
Repeat- repeat-
Occasionally, the sounds from beyond his walls would be louder than he
expected, it would wake him up early and he would scowl at the walls and cover
his ears and try to sleep again.
Katsuki at least had the decency to not make so much noise while being fucked.
He took some solace in the fact that he wasn’t the only one stuck in hell, but
he still hated when it wouldn’t even let him sleep.
They were a decent alarm clock, though… As soon as they started, he’s sure
they’d would be coming for him soon.
So he might as well get up and eat and wait.
Always wait.
Because he could do nothing but wait…
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                                      XIII
Katsuki has once read, when he was still studying school, that hell is a
bottomless pit.
That meant that no matter how bad things seemed to be, some stupid son of a
bitch could always figure out a way to make everything infinitely worse.
He never thought about it after reading it. Maybe because he only ever
understood that on a theoretical level, but never as a visceral, indisputable
fact that could never be anything but the truth.
Truer than any truth he could think of.
…And here he was just getting used to his routine… Something evil above in the
hierarchy of this place decided that he couldn’t have that.
He should have known something was off as soon as he was ushered into his fuck-
room. Creep was being particularly touchy, rubbing his shoulders and walking
behind him, grinning with that unpleasant look on his face and his shadow
snickering silently.
That should have been enough of a hint…
Katsuki never paid attention to who was fucking him. It was always a different
person as far as he was concerned, and they tended to blur together.
So when he walked into that room and three men sitting around, he didn’t
recognize a single one of them and he was frozen still, Creep having retreated
and locked the door behind him.
…Why were there more people…? What were they there for…?
The silence in his head was suffocating, it was quiet even though he could see
they were talking amongst themselves- but he couldn't understand any of them. A
tick sound distracted him and he looked above on the wall, seeing a clock that
was never there before-
The sound rang in his head loudly like a foreboding bell. 
Katsuki was pushed on his knees in the middle of the room but not shackled as
usual. Looking around, he became nervous as he tried in vain to cover himself
with his arms –ashamed, conscious of his nudity- his vulnerability- his
weakness- of being the only one left bare in the room-
Where they there to watch…?!They would watch him like this…?!
He couldn't say that he's ever been this overwhelmed by terror- he admitted it,
he was shaking and couldn't deny it to himself- as there was never anything
quite as terrifying to him as having three fully grown men with grins speaking
a foreign language looming over his naked body while he was on his knees and
powerless. 
Two pairs of hands grabbed his shoulder and dragged his body down on his back
while effectively holding him down without the aid of chains-
Katsuki panicked and struggled because he didn't like this position, he didn't
like that he could see all three of them and his own body sprawled wide to be
fucked right in front of his eyes- and he knew they weren't there just to
watch- that couldn't be it-
But the more he desperately tried to claw his way out and move, the harder they
held him down, hands on his shoulders and hips.
They were talking amongst themselves, but Katsuki couldn't bother to try and
figure out what they were saying, as he looked down and actually saw when his
legs were forcefully spread and he saw in painful detail when this someone's
length clawed its way in-
A hand pulled his head by the hair, turning his eyes away- and his scream of
pain was strangled at his throat as his body tensed with the invasive feeling
of something thrusting inside his body- then drawing back- then pushing in
again-
And all he could do was take it. Now so wide open while being watched.
Katsuki gritted his teeth to curb his sounds of agony, trying to push away the
feeling of hands grabbing his hair and neck and chest. But it was no use, it
forcefully dragged his mind back from the routine he had grown accustomed to.
His habit of ignoring that this is his life now.
It was almost private before…
It happened within closed doors, with someone whose face he couldn’t picture
and who he felt like he would never see again. But being watched brought
everything to the forefront-
He was naked, being fucked while these other people could see it. They could
see how filthy he was and how he stopped fighting back-
Like he was just letting it happen-!
They murmured amongst themselves, with smirks and grins in their voices, he
could hear in English occasionally, the word ‘slave’, it felt like a knife
cutting through his guts and spilling it all out for the world to sneer at.  
The last thing he wanted to be-!
He was willing to die to not be a slave- He had been so close before that
fucking man- Wires- sold him off before the end- So fucking close…!
Katsuki gasped when a thrust went in that particular direction, hitting right
where he didn’t want it to- he bit his lower lip and focused on breathing
through his nose. It felt… good… whenever someone hit that spot, but Katsuki
didn’t want this to feel good, so he did whatever he could to cause himself
some pain to distract his body from it, even if he could only bite his lip
until it bled or clench his fist until his nails cut through his skin.
Whoever was fucking him never seemed interested in any pleasure on his part, so
this usually wasn’t a problem…
It was over soon, with his ass being filled with cum, and Katsuki let out a
breath in relief in midst of panting as he let his body fall limp under their
hold, head lulling away when the grip on his hair slacked.  
…He just wanted to go back to his cell… Forget that other people watched his
pathetic display… He didn’t want anyone to look at his body anymore, not while
it was so… so…
Hands grabbed his hips and Katsuki’s eyes widened with a gasp of fright. He
craned his neck to look- The other one-?! When did they- what was this guy
doing…?!
‘I’m already done for the day…!’he wanted to say. His mind came to a halt as
his mind realized what was happening- again?! He thought it would only be once
a day…!
No- no-no!  
Hands grabbed his shoulder and wrist and kept him from attempting to pull away-
the one who had just raped him grabbed his other wrist and pulled his hand
towards his waning cock mostly spent from just cumming inside him- and he
struggled when hands grabbed his thighs- but it was no use. 
He was surrounded and powerless- no matter how much he fought back and trashed
and squirmed, he still didn't have the strength to pull away from three grown
men. He was still penetrated even though he was full and his hand was still
forcefully ringed around someone's cock and forced to pump it and he still
couldn't pull away or do anything about it-
So he closes his eyes and tried to retreat into his own mind, hoping it would
make time move faster, hoping that it would help ignore the rocking motion of
his body or the fleshy feeling scrubbing under his palm.
It wasn’t that different from before… It just lasted longer and he'd just have
to use his damn hands too… He just had to learn to bear it… just for a little
while longer…
The clock on the wall kept track of that for him.
1 hour.
2 hours…
…3 hours…
…
Chapter End Notes
     Mnhhh... Kacchan tries to bear it. No one lets him.
     I almost feel like I went too far. <:(
***** Digging Deeper *****
Chapter Notes
     Added some TAGS.
     Besides the ones for this chapter, I've written up to XXIV so I have
     a pretty clear idea of what's coming and it's better to add those now
     since I know for certain that they'll be needed.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                      XIV
It’s an exhausting experience, a nightmare, and just sheer torture. And as the
unquestionable truth dictated, it seemed to be getting worse.
Sometimes there were four or even five people instead of just three. Sometimes
it seemed to go on forever, long enough that Katsuki thought his body would
shut down along with his mind.
He wished they’d stop grabbing his hair or pulling his arms behind or
stretching him so uncomfortably, but he felt like they were just getting more
aggressive and eager, and therefore it would only get worse.
Even more so if he gave them another excuse for it by resisting…   
Katsuki would guess that at this point, it might have been a whole year since
that fateful kidnapping.
His hair has grown just past his shoulders and he had a hard time keeping it
off his eyes. It probably wasn’t as shiny and puffy as it used to be,
considering the bad diet… He wished he could see himself in a mirror, just to
marvel at how low he’s fallen.
The toilet water just wasn’t clear enough for that.
But then again, he was already sick of looking at the state of his own body, so
there was no reason to believe that looking at his face would garner a
different feeling other than shame and revulsion…
He probably already looked stupid enough after an hour or so in that damned
fuck-room.
Being used past the point of absolute exhaustion, physically and mentally, had
the effect of making him suddenly not care about the sounds he made as they
used him or about how disgusting he probably looked by the time he’s dragged
back to his cell.
The memories became more and more unclear the longer the whole thing went on,
and at the end it’s just a mess in his head. A mess of emotions, of pain, of
unwelcome pleasure, or shame, of twitchiness and discomfort.   
He doesn’t remember much at that point, but it’s Creep who sometimes comments
on his filth.
Sweat and cum on and in his body and drooling like a braindead animal that goes
as far as to sleep on its own filth- the thought alone made him gag.
Katsuki is as disgusted as he’s unsurprised. After so many sessions, he could
more of less piece together what they were doing. And it put him on edge,
because they might have gotten him to completely lose control of his own body,
but they didn’t make him stupid.
He could put things together after some rest…
Near the end, when he’s too exhausted and out of it to think properly,
this one guy would show up, not to join in, but instead put a hand over his
head, all five fingers indicating some kind of Quirk, and headaches became
common while this happened.
He remembers the pain very vividly, and it only got worse and worse… Was it
really a Quirk…?
Was someone trying to do something to his mind?  
Part of him worried that he was trying to erase his memories while his mind was
vulnerable after so many hours of that torture.
If so… then he’d become a hollow sex-doll… It would actually explain the point
of this continuous torture.
The thought itself honestly terrified him. His memories of the past caused him
great pain, but… he didn’t want to leave them behind… They couldn’t take from
him the last shreds of his humanity.
He was disgraced and miserable, but he at least had that…
He always checked in the morning, if he remembered all the important details…
His parents, friends, homeland, school…
He’d go on to check every day, even though looking at his parents’ and friends’
faces in his mind just brought shame and nausea.
The first time that happened, he didn’t eat and instead emptied his stomach of
its contents and went to sleep hungry, curling into himself and covering his
ears.
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                                       XV
Katsuki woke up at an abnormal time.
He knew because his eyes were even heavier than usual, which just meant that he
didn’t sleep enough, and it seems the lights weren’t even on yet, but besides
that…
He could feel a cold hand beneath his lower back and another just under his
shoulder’s back. There was a weight over his body, heavy enough to make him a
little too uncomfortable…
Something wet touched his neck just under his ear and his brain registered-
Someone was on top of him.
Katsuki let out a startled yelp and flinched away- his hands were trapped over
his head by something.
The face that showed up in front of him made him freeze momentarily.
Goddamn Creep…! What the fuck was he-?!
“…Oh, sorry to wake you, didn’t mean it~” Katsuki never liked his smile.
It was… corrupt, for the lack of a better word. It made no promises of good-
will, and it was, in fact, just the opposite.
Katsuki opened his mouth, wanting to utter something, but-
Nothing came.
Looking up, he saw his wrists were held by shadows. This wasn’t good… Over by
the wall, he could see that snickering pest.
Creep leaned back, his weight even more prominent now that he was sitting
upright. “I was supposed to be cleaning you up, but…” He looked down at him,
hands around Katsuki’s face, a thumbs nuzzling his cheeks. “You’ve just been
so cute these days~ I just couldn’t resist this time.”
Katsuki’s eyes went wide and he attempted to lean away, Creep’s expression
making something akin to terror settle in his gut.
Being naked and vulnerable under this particular person wasn’t like with the
others… It scared him to actually be alone with him.
The others in the fuck-room were just empty blurs. He barely looked at them,
and they barely looked at him.
Just something about the way this person looked at Katsuki… With a wide smile
that pushed his cheekbones and crinkled his eyes, like Katsuki was prey and
Creep was the hungry predator ready to feast.
Creep licked his lips and that was all the warning Katsuki had before he leaned
down and planted a kiss on his lips. Katsuki closed his eyes and kept his mouth
shut.
Creep snarled lightly. “…Open your mouth, Katsuki-chan.” It sounded like a
clear warning. His hand slid under Katsuki’s thigh, dangerously close to his
ass, other hand settling on his neck, and Katsuki gasped and parted his lips.
‘Not here…!' His cell was supposed to be the only place where none of that
happened, where no one touched him-
The only place he had left that offered him any kind of peace…!
Creep smirked and leaned forward, his kiss wet and dirty, parting his mouth
until his jaw hurt and his lips bruise as a tongue explored inside with
abandon.
…Katsuki has actually never kissed anyone before…
He’s never been interested… Always thought his future was too great for him to
waste time focusing on that sort of thing…
…If he hadn’t aimed so high in his life, he wondered where he would be right
now…
Certainly not here.
Creep’s hands traveled around his body, occasionally settling to nuzzle his
neck under his ear, fingers scratching under his scalp, other hand over his
chest, then his shoulder and back around under his arm and on his back.
Katsuki could feel something… something concentrating under his navel- he
didn’t like it.
He was getting more aggressive…
He knew it already- everyone in this fucking place could and would fuck him
just because they could- this piece of shit was no different.
…And why fight back…? It would happen whether he like it or not. It felt like a
waste of energy- It would just lead him nowhere…
Creep left his lips, panting, with what Katsuki recognized as desire in his
eyes. He licked his lips again and licked him under the ear, sucking and
biting.
Katsuki already knew how this would end.
Right then, the light of the room went on. The shadow flinched as if hit and
Creep inched away, blinking, then rolled his eyes with a groan, moving to get
off.
Katsuki stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, breathing heavily. He could hear
Creep mumbling ‘Fuck’ under his breath. A sound of something a bit wet and then
Creep was back, rubbing a cold and wet cloth where he had been slobbering over
with his mouth. “Maybe another day, eh, Katsuki-chan?”
…Hopefully not… Katsuki gulped, watching cautiously until Creep and his damn
shadow left his room. Once alone, he sat on his mattress, hugging his knees,
now watching the door, almost expecting him to show up again and actually rape
him.
He’d be coming back again… Not even in his cell he’d have peace. The torture
would be continuous and never ending.
Day and night…
For a second, Katsuki wondered if this was truly Hell, and wondered when
exactly did he die, and what he did to deserve being tossed in this pit with
all these monsters…
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                                      XVI
Katsuki was abruptly pulled out of his nightmare by a hand abruptly shaking his
body.
He gasped and flailed in shock, the world coming to a focus, the sounds of
chains and blood and flesh fading in the back of his mind as he gasped for air.
He was given little time to get his bearings straight before he was being
dragged, too quick for him to find his footing, and was out of his cell and
being moved somewhere else.
Katsuki looked up- it wasn’t Creep this time. It was a man nearly twice his
size carrying Katsuki on his waist like he weighted nothing.
He probably did weight nothing-
Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Katsuki looked around, finally
noticing that this wasn’t the usual path to his fuck-room. It went in the
opposite direction, in fact.
His hands began to shake. Where was he being taken to now…?
His heart was like a drum in his chest as he stared dead-ahead, waiting with
baited-breath. Finally, they stopped in front of a room.
It was a smaller, darker room, there was only one large three-seat couch, and
instead of having his hands shackled to a wall, he was thrown on his knees in
front of the couch, arms over it to keep his balance, while his ankles scraped
against something metallic on the floor.
This room wasn’t carpeted, and he was shackled by the ankles, very close to the
ground. As it was, he couldn’t do anything but kneel in this position and
Katsuki got an awful feeling in his chest.
He was left alone in the room.
Which meant someone would be coming along soon. This wasn’t a good position for
him to be in, but… Katsuki let out a shuddering breath. It was nothing new… He…
he could handle it…
Just because the place was different…
The door opened and Katsuki lowered his head, closing his eyes, waiting for
hands to touch him-
Except a hand was placed over his head, he felt movement close to him and he
heard the sound of springs from the couch. The hand then moved and grabbed his
jaw and he opened his eyes on reflex to see-
Katsuki’s stomach bottomed out, a lightheaded feeling making him slightly
dizzy.
Wires. The man who sold him to this place. Katsuki was so numb in shock that he
couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“Well, lookie here…” That damned smirk… “How are you holding up, Ka-tsu-ki?”
‘What are you doing here…?!’ he wanted to ask.
“I know what you’re thinking, ‘why are you here’, eh?” Wires mimicked Katsuki’s
voice with a childish-edge to it and laughed at his expression. “Well, I sold
you to a friend of mine, of course I can drop by. I just wanted to spend some
time with you, you know, for some closure.” The smirk widened and he relaxed
back on the couch, arms over the edge behind, legs sprawling by Katsuki’s
sides. “So let’s have some fun, shall we?”   
Katsuki sucked in breath as he leaned away, eyes unconsciously going down-
because he realized why he was placed in this position-
Oh, no… No, no, fuck no, not this…!
Katsuki was grabbed by the hair and forced closer, Wires used his other hand to
open the buttons and zipper of his pants and pulling out a cock, snickering all
the while.
Katsuki resisted going near it, his lower lip trembling. He felt bile rising in
his throat- he knew he couldn’t escape-
He could never escape anything in this place- He could never escape anything on
his own-he never could-he never would-
He closed his eyes while resisting, but another hand came on the back of his
head and pulled him in. Katsuki turned his head and felt warm flesh touching
his cheek.
He didn’t dare open his eyes to see what it was.
“Come on, Katsuki, you’ve been here a while, surely you’ve sucked some dicks
already?”
Katsuki held back a whimper and shook his head harshly, trying to lean further
away.
“Well, you’d start sooner or later, so how about now?!” Wired laughed, hand
letting go of his hair, so both hands could force his head to turn.
With his ankles shackled so close to the ground, there was no way to move. He
could only use his- powerless- hands to push against the couch in an effort to
gain some leverage. But it was no use when his muscles were no longer an asset
he could use.
He was too weak-
Anger and hatred rose to a high as Katsuki forced his lips shut but still felt
the flesh of a man’s dick touching the edge of his mouth. The smell made him
want to gag.
His breath hitched and he nearly bit his tongue when cold tendrils of metal
tightened into a vice around his neck just under his jaw, cutting his access to
air.
“If you’re not going to cooperate, I’ll be forced to hurt you, Katsuki.” Wires
rumbled with a hint of amusement.
He couldn’t breathe, his eyes widened and his mouth opened on instinct without
him thinking, and Wires took the opportunity and his pulsing organ was shoved
into his mouth when he pulled his head toward it.
The strings retreated and Katsuki gasped for air, choking on the weight sitting
on his tongue, he tried to back away in panic, but hands kept his head in
place, keeping him from moving more than a few inches.
He could feel Wires tensing and hear him letting out a sigh as he leaned back
on the couch.  
Anger and hatred gave way to shame and humiliation. The feeling of his lips
wrapped around a man’s dick, filling his entire mouth, scraping against the
roof, sitting on his tongue, touching his teeth, lips, everything-
Nausea increased, reaching a boiling point. He swallowed instinctively, and a
hand wrapped around his head and pulled him closer into the engorged length.
The taste, the smell- it was all overwhelmingly real- he couldn’t shut down
from this like he managed before-!
“Watch your teeth, will you?” He heard Wires mumble airily, moving Katsuki’s
head up and down, breathing heavily through his nose and restraining pitiful
whimpers. He had imagined this was inevitable, but he just-
He wasn't prepared- This was too disgusting- too overwhelmingly nauseating-
Hands massaged his head as Wires exhaled slowly with a low moan, head tipping
back. “…That’s a good boy…”
…This is it, isn’t it? Like the process has finally been completed. The
last scraps of dignity and decency and self-respect were finally torn away,
even though he’d been clutching to them so desperately.
He was left with nothing. He barely even felt human.
Katsuki has never wanted to curl up and die so badly before.
He gripped the fabric of Wires’ pants and closed his eyes tightly. The hands on
his head lightened their hold, bobbing his head up and down and up and down-
Only tightening to push him to go faster.
Wires suddenly groaned and pushed his head further. “Use your tongue more.” It
went too far, and for a second, Katsuki choked and gasped for breath. Wires
paused only briefly, giving him just a little bit of room, waiting-
Ah… Katsuki took several calming breaths in quick succession before moving his
tongue- if only to ease the discomfort somehow- the hand on his hair pulled and
he heard a soft and long moan.
One of the hands on Katsuki’s head lessened their grip and turned into a soft
caress- The other kept pushing and pulling his head.
He tasted something bitter- something wet prickled on the corner of his eyes,
as he could do nothing but suck it down and move his tongue at random because
he had no idea what he was doing but still forced himself to do it anyway
because he wanted it to be over-
Why though- he should still be resisting- this just couldn’t be-
It was hard to breathe, but Wires was making sounds of pleasure, that meant he
was going in the right direction for this to be over- he just wanted it to be
over-!
“…You know, Katsuki…?” Wires’ hands held his head back, making him stop. “Look
at me.” Katsuki cringed, eyes squeezing tighter-
He couldn’t bring himself to look at anyone in the eye with a dick hanging in
his mouth. The sheer magnitude of his shame was just… too much.
Too much for him to bear…
Hands moved and cupped his head around his jaw, dangerously close to his neck.
“Look at me, Katsuki.” A hint of warning.
A whimper made its way out and a tear finally broke through and rolled down his
face and he finally looked up.
Wires’ expression was one of smugness, and pity, and amusement. “I never did
something like this to you before, did I…? It wasn’t necessary, you’d have just
been sold to work at a sweatshop in China or Bangladesh or something, or maybe
a construction in Qatar. Not so bad, right…?”
Katsuki stared, feeling more tears coming. This is so… humiliating… Painfully
so…
“…Now look at you…” He said quietly, then leaned closer. “All that posturing
and defiance… Was it worth it now?” A hand moved to grip his hair, pulling
painfully, other hand helping along to pull his head back and forth, resuming a
pace faster than before.
“Was it worth it, eh…? You little shit?!” The pace increased, the grip on his
hair pulled even more, Wires thrusted into his mouth hard and deep and really
choking him-
He couldn’t breathe, and his eyes widened as panic flared and he gagged on his
cock- and how humiliating would that be, dying while choking on a man’s dick
like this-!
Wires ignored his suffocation and flailing and continued to pull his head in,
leaning forward on his seat to thrust and bruise his throat, dragging it all
the way until his lips nearly touched the base-
A shameful sob came with more tears, lost amidst the gaging and sputtering. “…I
told… you… you would… regret… that…!” Each word was enunciated with a thrust
deep into his throat.
Katsuki was gripping Wires’ trousers, he felt when his legs squirmed a bit
before coming to a tense standstill, yanking his head all the way to the base
of his dick and leaning over with a grunt.
A hot fluid filled his mouth, some of it spilling out and dripping down his
chin, Katsuki automatically tried to pull away to spit it out- a rough pull of
his hair kept him in place.
“Swallow.” Wires growled under his harsh breathing. “Like a good little sex-
slave.”   
His throat continuing to spasm to swallow on reflex, Wires keeping his head
still until he gulped it all down and every drop was in his stomach.
He could feel its warmth as it went down his throat. Revulsion made his insides
churn. His whole being was hollowed out on all possible ends, and the only
thing left was- this.
Everything was tainted.
Wires finally retracted his length enough to let him breathe fully, but he
still didn’t let Katsuki pull away completely. “Finish it now…” He leaned back
on the couch, his orgasm having left him spent.
Katsuki felt like a husk of a person, slowly sucking on the lingering erection
while trying to regain his breath.
No longer an actual human being… but just a slave- like the last of his flame
was extinguished and he could only obey because he had nothing else.
His heart was in agony, mourning for what just died in him.
There was no redemption- no way out- not out of this.
Being raped from behind was just half of it, and now this was the final nail in
the coffin of the other half of his dignity and humanity.
Something essential was seemingly broken beyond repair…
Wires let go of his hair and Katsuki slowly slid him out of his mouth and
slumped down with only his hands on the ground to support him.
A hand ruffled his hair.
“Remember, Katsuki. A man chooses, a slave obeys.” The man adjusted his clothes
and stood to leave. The words hung like bells in his head, and then Katsuki was
left alone in the room.
He stared listlessly at the floor, and raised a hand shakily, staring as if it
belonged to someone else, seeing cum dripping from his mouth and tears from his
eyes falling onto it.
He didn’t want to exist anymore… He’s… he’s just done…
Chapter End Notes
     I broke my boy... D:
     I feel like a forced blowjob would destroy him a lot more than rapes.
     I'm not sure, it just feels more... direct, I guess. Maybe more
     personal...? Like it hits his pride harder or something.
     I dunno, it's just a feeling.
***** Errant Mind *****
Chapter Notes
     Boy, oh boy, I know I said there would be no OCs with REAL NAMES, and
     I'm still holding on to that, but I had to twist that a bit for
     something important that I have to do in the future.
     Bear with me.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                     XVII
…These days, his nightmares were filled with a twisted mix of blood and revenge
with sex and pleasure.
Katsuki found it a bit disgusting to remember… It was a testament to how gone
his dignity and pride were, that his mind focused on such things as often as it
did, in the way it did.
It just nurtured the festering bitterness and hatred. The dignity and pride
were gone, so the shame retreated, giving way to bloodlust and loathing.
But at the same time, the will to do anything seemed extinguished…
He didn't care about resisting anymore. He really didn't… There was nothing
they could do to him to make him sink lower. There was nothing left for him to
lose. So there was no point in it.  
He probably looked apathetic at best.
He was disgusted with himself, first and foremost. He felt like his organs and
blood were verminous and polluted, and sometimes it culminated into feeling
like there were maggots slithering under his skin.
…Trying to scratch them out of his skin didn't seem to have any effect, even
when he reached the flesh under and saw blood, he still saw no vermin beneath.
He didn't go much further in his search, as someone quickly showed up to both
punish him and heal the damage he'd done to himself.
Funnily enough, the feeling subsided as long as he wasn't alone with the
silence.
As long as he was busy with something or someone, he was fine.
…So if he was brutally honest, he preferred being with those people, but he
hated himself for it, because he couldn't bring himself to resist, and yet had
the gall to still feel repulsed, as if he were any better.
No, no- he wasn't. He was just as degenerate as the rest of them- it just so
happened that they engaged in degeneracy actively, while Katsuki was doing
it passively.
That's all there was to it in the end. 
That could be why he didn’t mind Creep as much as before… He pushed away some
of that gaping hollowness that the total silence brought.
Kept the cold away. At least.
It was strange, because he didn’t seem the slightest bit disgusted with
Katsuki.
He kissed him deeply despite what he’d done days prior, without hesitation. He
touched him as if he weren’t filthy.
Katsuki never really knew what he was thinking, he never really spoke to him
about it, but he looked at him,not just another slave in the line.
He gave him some intimacy and warmth, at least…
So.. it didn’t bother him as much when Creep first shoved his dick in his mouth
instead of kissing him. Just came and did that without pretense… He could have
at least warned him instead of catching him by surprise like that…
But… Katsuki let him because it was better than being alone with himself.
And he moved his tongue and sucked on it because he had no choice either way.
And he swallowed all of it because he was a slave so what was the point in
resisting?
At least he didn't choke this time…
Maybe the bastard took that event and his actions as an invitation, because he
showed up on the very next day again, much to Katsuki’s surprise. He usually
only came this early to touch him every once in a while, but never in
consecutive days…
When the door was closed and the lights were off, it was just dark enough that
Katsuki couldn't really see that damned shadow, and that actually calmed him
down a bit…
The man didn’t say anything, but he looked eager and excited, leaving the bag
of supplies he usually had to clean him by the door and immediately crawling
over his bed to kiss him.
Creep parted Katsuki’s legs and placed himself in between them, but much to his
shock, instead of his hands wandering over his chest and back, one hand went
down and grabbed Katsuki’s cock instead.
It made him yelp in surprise because no one had ever done this in his entire
stay at this place. Creep pumped him while kissing his jaw, then stopping to
watch-
Katsuki is used to being watched- but not quite while he completely loses his
composure like this-
It felt… It felt really good… And Katsuki moans softly, still holding his voice
back as the warm hands pumps his length up and down, until a thumb rubbing
gently over the head of his dick makes a fire twist in his abdomen, a pleasure
below his navel starting to tighten, and with it comes the unmistakable feeling
of a building climax-
…Of course he’s done it before all of this… A few times, starting when he was
13 or so… out of sheer curiosity… A rare occurrence, but the boys in his class
talked about doing it so damn often he thought there was something seriously
wrong with them.
But this wasn’t like then-
His moans grew in crescendo as it built up, Creep drew back and turned his body
on its side, pressing against his back and bit his neck from behind, no doubt
drawing blood.
He continued his ministrations from there, Katsuki barely noticed the change of
positions, he felt like he was right on the edge of something until-Pleasure
overwhelmed him with the first orgasm he’s had in so many months, spilling over
the mattress and floor next to it.
His body was stiff as he gasped for air, a hand still slowly rubbing his cock
as the climax wore off. Katsuki was panting, staring glassily at the wall,
shivers running down his back.
…That actually felt good… Like really good… No one else in this place ever did
this to him…
He heard Creep drag himself to sit further up on the mattress, and he heard
sound of clothing being ruffled and a zipper and-
Ah…
Sighing, Katsuki turned, leaning on his elbows to go over a leg. He saw Creep
smiling down at him, and it was slightly less perverted and deranged than
usual…
He probably expected Katsuki to pleasure him back… It wasn't like he had any
choice, there was no way this guy would let him say 'nah, I'm good, thanks' and
leave it at that. So with a sigh, he pulled himself closer to his cock and took
as few seconds to get his own breathing under control, to push back the feeling
of nausea and aversion, before taking the head into his mouth.
He felt Creep tensing under him, and just a minute later, they were on a steady
pace, hands nuzzling and rubbing Katsuki’s hair while Katsuki sucked on his
cock-and isn't he disgusting for doing it just like that- his hands gripping
Creep’s waist under his clothing. He could hear him panting and moaning
breathily above.
Then he heard him growl before Katsuki was pulled away abruptly with a yelp and
then pushed back into the mattress on his back instead.
When he looked back, Creep was looming over him, a grin almost from ear to ear,
licking his lips, one hand gripping his own cock and other pulling Katsuki’s
leg from under the knee, opening his legs wide.
Oh, no… I don’t like this- But what else did he expect from anyone in this
place…? It’s what everyone did to him. Katsuki watched him line his cock with
his entrance, and leaned back on the mattress, one arm over his eyes.
He hates this… It's always like this… 
He felt the length making its way inside him, not as harsh as it usually was
with the others in the fuck-room. But then again, it doesn’t hurt as much as it
used to these days… even without his saliva to facilitate- ugh…
Katsuki whined a bit at the intrusion- what a stupid noise to make- but then
exhaled to calm down-because it was better than doing otherwise.
Creep gasped as he entered, and he remained on a standstill for a second before
Katsuki heard the sound of clothing. He looked and saw that he’d shed his
jacket and shirt- he’s got his muscles and a lot of scars- and pulled Katsuki’s
leg further up until it was all the way under the crook of his arm, his other
hand gripping his hip.
He wasn’t used to skin-to-skin contact like this- It was… smooth and warm-He
covered his eyes again. Goddamn it…
Just as soon as he was fully sheathed inside-he could feel its shape sitting in
his body like it belonged there- he drew back and thrust back in, rocking
Katsuki’s body along, then slowly repeated the motion, speeding up as the
seconds passed- the heat that accompanied it and made him sweat everywhere was
familiar at this point.
There was no one watching, so Katsuki sighed and let himself make some noise,
letting out gasps, and it seemed to make the man thrust into him more
aggressively. He keep shifting positions every now and then- looking for
something…?
Was he looking for-
His answer came immediately, as he felt the head of the cock hitting his
prostate, and Katsuki tensed as chills ran through his body and let out a
louder gasp without meaning to.
Creep stopped for a second, he heard him chuckle, and then he resumed at a
faster pace, aiming at that specific spot over and over and-
Katsuki gritted his teeth, unable to hold back the sounds of poisonous
pleasure, hands going over his head and pulling at his own hair- This… fucking
bastard…! He just… keeps doing what no one else does…!
They all are just fucking him to turn into something to sell- maybe some of
them do it for the thrill of hurting him-
He opens his eyes, sees that Creep wasn’t looking at him, his eyes were closed,
brows pinched upwards, his smile was crocked and he was blushing just as much
as Katsuki probably was.
He was… actually making an effort to pleasure Katsuki… and was enjoying himself
while at it…
And why the hell does he care so much anyway? Katsuki almost let out a wobbly
and cynical laugh along with his gasps and moans.
This is still a guy who never gave him a choice, fucking him because he could…
He’d have done it even if Katsuki had resisted…
…At least this one felt good… Unlike the others… The others just hurt him…
This makes him relax a bit, and he wraps his legs around him without thinking
much. Creep leans forward, pulling his leg along-
Katsuki wasn’t as flexible as he used to be, his joint actually hurt and he
grunted a bit, but ignored it- Lips touched his own into a kiss and he moaned
under it, and the thrusts were faster and faster-
Hot cum fills him inside, Katsuki gasps and tenses, and so does his rapist’s-
because that’s what he fucking is-
Creep moans and laughs loudly into his climax, several seconds of stillness
pass, before he slowly thrusts a few more times to ride it out, before finally
pulling back.
The wet sounds and smells of sex didn’t even bother him anymore…
He heard the man drop next to him, panting just as much, looking satisfied with
himself. Katsuki felt arms wrapping around him and pulling him close- so close-
his back pressed into a chest slick with sweat and with arms circling him
possessively.
Katsuki could kind of trick himself into thinking it was protective instead.
With the warmth enclosing his body and soft kisses on his back, coupled with
his sheer exhaustion, Katsuki is out cold within a minute. No nightmares this
time around. 
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                                     XVIII
Katsuki hates himself so much…
He truly does…
He hates everything at this point, of course. This place, the people around
him, this cell… But there aren’t enough words in his vocabulary to describe how
much disgust and loathing and hatred he had for himself.
He could barely believe it- It has turned into a recurring thing- It has
happened multiple times- and every time he found something traitorous and
vicious in him craving for it-
…He couldn’t stop it.
It wasn’t his choice. It's never been. All he could do is take it and accept
it… It’s what slaves do.
And not just a slave, but a whore too…
But still, this was better than everything else left in his life… The only
thing that was even minimally bearable was this pleasure. Not the pleasure of
the spiritual kind, of achieving something great, or doing something right, or
anything fulfilling like that.
No, no… That was out of reach for him.
He just had this vacuous and superficial carnal pleasure that only lasted as
long as the deed did. As soon as it was over, he was back in hell. 
It was better to focus on the pleasure and force himself to forget about
anything else, even for just a few goddamn minutes…
The cell stunk of sex and sweat, but he was used to it at this point.
His arms were over Creep’s shoulders, chin resting over his own arm too,
feeling hands digging into his waist and pulling him down on every thrust.
The only sounds he could hear were of their flesh touching, of heavy pants and
quiet moans, and Katsuki leaned back to stare at the ceiling, still hardly
seeing anything in the dark.
The hand around his own length tightened and sped up its movements, and Katsuki
felt his orgasm twisting in and then snapping, the pleasure spreading through
his entire body, and it made him clench around the cock inside of him, and his
eyes rolled back, hearing Creep reaching his limit as well.
Katsuki gripped his shoulders when heat filling him, while Creep’s hands went
up and down his waist and hips. They rode out the climax for a little longer
before Katsuki pulled himself back again, falling limply onto the man.
A sturdy hand was supporting the small of Katsuki’s back as he was gently
flipped around. Creep thrust a few more times, lips descending on his neck,
then traveling up and molesting his mouth before he finally removed himself,
settling next to him, pulling his body close so Katsuki’s head rested against
the crook of his neck, other hand going under Katsuki’s arm on his back to keep
his whole body pressed closely.
…Katsuki hated himself. Hated how pathetic he was, how desperate he was for any
scrap of dopamine from this one person…
…Such a filthy whore…
“You can talk to me, you know?” He heard Creep say, amusement obvious, and
probably utterly unaware or uncaring of Katsuki’s internal conflict. “I’m not
gonna punish ya.” His hand caressed Katsuki’s hair.
Katsuki stared wide-eyed at his chest, not wanting to look up. Was this a
trick…? Why would he even want him to say anything at all?
He opened his mouth, hesitating… The words just… wouldn’t come out… He felt
ashamed at how he managed to let himself be conditioned to the point where even
when he tried, he couldn’t do it.
…So pathetic…
“I guess it can’t be helped.” Creep sighed and moved, getting up from the
mattress. “I do wish I could hear your voice properly, though.”
Katsuki didn’t sink so low as to cling, but he curled into himself at the loss
of warmth.
What he wouldn't do for a thick blanket, honestly…
Creep put his clothes back on him, moving through the motions of cleaning
Katsuki of the stench of sex and sweat and grime, pulling him into whatever
position that made the job easier.
Once he left, Katsuki curled back into the mattress, trying not to claw the
maggots under his skin and trying not to freeze with the emptiness.
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                                      XIX
Trying to talk to that man made the world just slightly bearable.
It was something to do. Something to focus on. Something to work towards.
And he could do so in the course of what seemed like several weeks…
It felt better than anything else, because it felt more like an achievement
than anything, and Katsuki has always loved achievements. He wasn’t holding any
long-ass conversations- he’s never been the type for it anyway- but it was good
to be more or less as capable as any human being.
Even if he always felt like less of a human these days…
“…What… do I call you…?” His voice was raspy and unused, but it worked fine.
Creep was hugging him from behind, as if he were a teddy bear- a toy- and his
arms tightened their hold around Katsuki. “What have you been calling me until
now?” He sounded amused.
Katsuki grimaced and hesitated. “…Creep.” He managed to mumble.
Silence befell them. Several seconds where Katsuki berated himself for saying
something so stupid. He shouldn’t have opened his mouth- it was a mistake…
“…Katsuki-chan…” Creep turned Katsuki to face him, his creepy smile more
twisted than usual and then pinched his cheek and pulled, making him wince.
“Have you been calling me that in your head this whole time, hmmm?”
Katsuki had panicked and apologized, honestly thinking he’d be punished or even
just left alone, but the man laughed it off after all, even if he was hurting
him a bit anyway- he wouldn't hurt him for real.
“Enough of that then, just call me Kou, it’s my initial, understand?”
He could only nod until he let go of him. His words were slightly harsher- his
smile slightly meaner, even with the laugh – it was a solid warning.
Even in those moments, where danger-signals spiked, Katsuki still preferred
that to being alone- he honestly didn't even think the guy would really hurt
him- and these days, ever more so than what awaited him outside. Every single
minute spent alone or out of his cell was a minute in his ever deepening little
hell pit.
…Both were unbearable.
Outside of it, it was just a never ending session on how to be a good little
product to sell.
No input on Katsuki’s part was necessary. They weren’t teaching him- they were
teaching his body.
How to be a good fuck. How to pleasure someone with his damn mouth and hands.
The people who did it to him where either going through the motions or were
actively attempting to hurt him.
The physical pain has largely been reduced, compared to the first few times-
Cre- ah, Kou told him that they healed the tearing down there in a way that
made him slightly looser on every healing… It was probably why it didn't hurt
as much as it used to and also probably why there was no longer a reason to
heal anything for months now- 
So because of that, it wasn’t impossible to move through the haze in his mind
to listen to what they were saying whenever he caught English words.
…They weren’t supposed to hurt him… but it was overlooked as long as they
didn’t scar him. Nobody really cared if he was hurt…
There was this one guy who didn’t like him specifically because he was
Japanese…
Another one who just liked to hurt him, just because.
And there were at least three who were Quirkless, and just plain hated people
with Quirks, and wanted to hurt him for no other reason than that…
Ah, now that was ironic… Maybe the universe really just hated him, like there
was something intrinsically wrong with his existence.
It seemed too out of balance to be karma, though…
These people around him were certainly much worse than him- even if he
considered himself trash at this point- and he didn’t see them paying for
anything… They rape people for a living and then sell them as sex-slaves- if
that isn’t punished by the universe, then clearly Katsuki was the problem, not
karma.
So that is why life outside his cell was hell. Kou was the only one whose
presence was in any way bearable. All the others were just…
Painful.
Cold.
Humiliating.
They always left him agonizing internally, feeling used and empty and alone and
ashamed and… disconnected, he guessed.
And furthermore, that pervert who always stayed out of it and just watched
unnerved him the most. The one who was possibly using some kind of Mind Quirk
that gave him headaches bad enough to make him think his head was about to
explode from the inside out.
…Maybe he’s the reason why his head was so fucked up these days…? Katsuki
didn’t know what that guy was doing, he wished he’d stop, but either way, he
had no choice but to take it…
As always.
With all of that, the twisted relief and guilty-pleasure and warmth that Kou
offered were reluctantly welcomed. It’s all Katsuki had at this point. With
that, he could bear existing for a little while longer…
He looked down from his mattress towards the door, hugging himself closer.
…He felt like the man should be there after this long… He didn’t have a clock
in his cell, it was just a gut-feeling, but…
Katsuki sat up, eyeing the door. Maybe he got held up by something or someone
or…
He scoffed. How pathetic… Acting like a needy lover…
Even when thinking that, he still felt anxious.
Katsuki tried to lay down and sleep until Kou arrived, but inevitably realized
that he wasn’t sleeping at all, not alone… Not in the cold. It seems he's
gotten used to having a warm body next to him, with who knew how many days Kou
has come and and slept with him- in both senses of sleeping…
He sat up and hugged his knees, watching the door for hours.
But nobody came.
The next morning, someone different showed up to clean him and deliver him
food. Katsuki almost didn’t let himself be touched- because Kou was the only
one he okay with being near- but a hair pulling and some harsh scolding in a
different language made him stop resisting.
The next time, Katsuki waited again. Nobody came. He passed out, too exhausted
after a sleepless night and the usual daily session. The nightmares were as
horrible as he remembered. Someone different showed up with his food when he
woke up in a cold sweat and shaking.
Next day, same thing…
And the next one too…
And the next…
‘Did I do something wrong…?’he found himself thinking. He could think that
maybe something happened, but the thought that this was somehow his fault
invaded his mind like a virus.
The days followed and the cell was cold again and he caught himself
unconsciously scratching his arms often.
He dreaded being away from the cell just as much as he dreaded leaving it.  
He was alone with his own thoughts. Nothing to distract him from his own
existence, the filth tainting his body, his whorish behavior, his dead dignity,
and his stolen future.
Nothing to make him forget the past that he longed to go back to.
Nothing to control the flame of his hatred and his despair, and he pulled at
his hair, glaring at his own feet because there was nothing to glare at.
He hated himself for doing these things- for being weak- for being kidnapped-
for giving up. He hated Kou for leaving him alone. He hated the whole world for
putting him here. He hated humanity for being so cruel. He hated everything and
everyone that led him to suffer like this.
His homeland, with his family and friends, was a distant heaven someone as
stained as him could never hope to reach again- he accepted that.
He was cast down and forgotten. None of them would ever come for him.
They probably gave up already.  
Admitted to themselves that Katsuki was a shitty person who got what he fucking
deserved…
…And nobody would miss him.
Because clearly, he wasn't worth sticking around for. He deserved to be alone,
in the company of freezing monsters. 
Chapter End Notes
     I skippered around this part very quickly, since Katsuki developed
     some mild Stockholm Syndrome symptoms, but since first, I have a lot
     more to write after this, second, I didn't want to linger with an
     semi-named OC, I might have rushed a bit. Why did I even bother? I
     needed this OC to have a 'name' of sorts for something important in
     the future.
     Either way, that Stockholm tag will still be relevant in the future,
     so it's no issue either way.
     Here was that dub-con, btw. I feel like Katsuki's mind is so fucked
     up at this point that a) he's given up trying to resist against crazy
     rapists, and b) he might as well be considered OOC now. I'm not sure
     if the transition was, uh… realistic enough. He's still swearing,
     though… In his head.
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