A/N: there are multiple time skips in this chapter bcs I don't need five chapters of Deku being tortured. I promise the story line picks up soon.
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⚠️warning⚠️: this chapter contains slightly gory torture scenes (I tried to make it relatively mild) as well as mentions of sexual assault. If this makes you uncomfortable or triggers you, please don't read this chapter! It mostly just gives context into some of his injuries. Don't stay up too late and drink some water!

Deku POV
I wake up in a small puddle of my own blood, (and another sticky substance) surprised to see my boxers on, though with a bloodstain on them. It hurts as I shift to an upright position, though I'm glad to have control over my movements again. I try to move my finger back into place to heal better, only to be met with pain and the knowledge that my finger had already begun to heal overnight. I wasn't sure but I thought I might have to break it again to put it back in place. I didn't want to risk anything so I left it.

I flinched at the creaking of the door as it opened, dread filling me.

Not again, not already. I just woke up.

I was surprised to see a different face, just as scary- if not scarier- than the last walk in. His skin was like patchwork, covered in large purple patches that closely resembled burnt skin, stapled to his face on the edges. After my initial shock, I notice that this man's face is lit up by a small flame as well, but his is blue, and upon closer inspection, his flame is coming out of the palm of his hand, not a candle.

"God, it smells horrible in here." He complains. His voice is deep, but it isn't nearly as creepy as the other guy's. "I'd better sterilize everything in here with my fire, starting with you."

"Wh-who are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, you little shit?" He sneers. My eyes immediately become wet with tears once again.

"Ple-ase don't hurt me."

—-

By the time he leaves the room, my chest is covered in hand-shaped burns that are red and blistering. Dried tears cover my face and make it stiff as I sit curled up in the corner.

I just wanna go home and see my mom.

The door opens a few hours later and I'm met with yet another person. She bounds into the room, humming happily.

"Hi there, I'm Toga! Tomu says I'm not allowed to stab you, I can only give you bread and water today. Doesn't that suck? Maybe tomorrow I can try out my new blade on you. It's serrated. I bet your blood will taste great. It will definitely look beautiful smeared all over your body!"

I stare at her in terror as she continues, going into detail about my blood. It's making me feel queasy. I start dry heaving onto the floor in front of me and it hurts so much. I want this all to be over.

The girl leaves a slice of bread on the floor as well as a cup of water, skipping out of the room, all the while still talking to herself about blood. I don't want any of their food but I'm so hungry. I have to.

—- two days later

I have to get out of here.

Yesterday- or I think it was yesterday- that crazy girl cut long shallow gashes all along my stomach and made me taste some of my own blood. The man with the blue hair broke another one of my fingers in two places because I talked when I wasn't supposed too, and the one with the purple patches tied me up and used me as a punching bag. I felt two of my ribs snap. I blacked out while he was punching me and the next time I woke up I was untied and alone again. I've been sitting here for hours and no one has come in. Maybe they're leaving me to die here.

—-a few hours later—-

I jump at the sound of the door opening, immediately followed by a whimper because of my ribs.

I look towards the door to see...

"Uraraka?" I cough and taste a familiar metallic taste in my mouth.

Is she here to save me? Am I going to get out of here? I smile weakly, trying to prop myself up.

"You look disgusting," she said, and I laughed uncertainly.

"Yeah, they really did a number on me, huh?"

"You were too weak to save yourself, and now the heroes have to come get you." She scoffs.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Uraraka isn't this mean. Is she a villain? No. There's no way.

"I'm-im sorry. I messed up." She is right after all. I wasn't paying attention while I was walking. I practically let them take me.

She frowns at me. "I can't believe I'm even friends with you."

"Wha-what?"

"You're pathetic. And to think, I thought I had a crush on you. Who could ever have a crush on a useless freak like you."

"Stop. Please. This isn't real." Tears are filling my eyes. Why is she being so mean? She starts circling me slowly, looking me up and down and judging me.

"What a joke, having green hair. I would be embarrassed to leave my house if I looked like that. And you're so short. No girl wants to date a guy that's the same height as her. You're such a cry baby too."

"You're not real! Go away!" I scream, covering my ears.

"I'm the realest thing here." She whispers against the shell of my ear, running her fingers through my tangled hair, giving it a painful tug.

She leaves after, but I don't stop crying, her words replaying in my head.

Uraraka comes to torment me verbally on an almost daily basis now, and sometimes Todoroki comes instead. He's hit me a few times. They're both so mean to me. I don't think they're real because they wouldn't say stuff like that in real life, but they feel real, and the remarks don't hurt any less. I'm just waiting to see who's coming in next.

As if on que, the blue haired man opens the door looking angry and it worries me. Usually he looks happy to see me and torture me.

"Get on your stomach, now!" He orders, and I do as he says. Slowly lowering myself to the ground despite how painful it is. He steps on my back, shoving me to the ground, rubbing my wounds into the rough concrete. I let out a choked up sound, trying to silence myself. I knew what was coming as he ripped off what little clothing I had left.

—-ten weeks later—-

The blue haired man quickly pulled his pants up, and I saw my chance. He never locked the door when we're in here together. I could get out. I shakily get onto my hands and knees, almost collapsing under my own weight. Slowly, I start crawling towards the door. There's no way I could stand up in this state, so this is the best I'm gonna get.

"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?" He yells, noticing my movements.

No, it can't end now. I have to get out. no ones going to save me, they've all abandoned me. I have to save myself.

"What happens when you disobey me?" He asks, knowing I'm fully aware of the answer, but I should keep my mouth shut if I don't want to make it worse.

All of the fingers have been broken on my left hand at least four times, as well as many of the other bones in my left hand. The whole thing is disfigured, swollen, and a purplish red color. It barely even looks like a hand at this point. I can't sleep half the time because it hurts too much.

But my eyes widen in surprise when instead of grabbing my pathetic excuse of a hand, he places a boot covered foot on my calf. I feel dread fill me as he slowly starts pushing down. I bite my tongue so hard it bleeds to suppress any noise as he breaks my leg. I immediately collapse to the ground, but I can't give up yet. If I give up now won't ever leave. I use my arms to drag me forward, opening cuts along my stomach as they scrape against the floor, and dragging my broken leg behind me.

"You look so fucking pathetic right now, you know that?" He says, just watching me drag myself towards the door.

I'm going lightheaded, and I'm not sure if it's because of blood loss, a lack of food and water, or something else. I'm still only halfway across the room when he comes up in front of me and stomps down on my left arm, right below the wrist. I can't stop the broken yell that comes out, sounding weird because I haven't spoken in so long.

I don't wanna die.

He lifts his foot up to stomp on my arm again when the door flies open and the man is flung into a wall. I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open, not that it matters anyways because my tear stained vision is fading in and out of black.

I see a little bit of purple and a vaguely familiar soothing voice.

Shinso?

"...it's alright... can't hurt you..."

Someone touches me and I flinch, trying to get away but I don't really have the energy to actually succeed. I'm trying to push away from the unknown person and the man thats now on the floor by my feet. I don't want to be near him. I just want to be alone. I feel something warm and light on top of me and it makes it even harder for me to stay conscious. That's all I remember before I blacked out.

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