𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

tick tock

Four days. Maybe. Time doesn't come around anymore. You barely move. A few times you gotten up and looked out the window but other than that, you lie on the floor or sit with your legs up to your chest. At least you've stopped crying. Maybe it's because you haven't eaten in four days so there's no water in you.

Dabi comes in every once and awhile, offering you a moment to use the bathroom only to be escorted back into your locked room. He'll switch out your trays of food and every time, he says, "Eat," like today's the day you'll finally listen to him. Like maybe you'll finally give in. But why does he care so much? It's none of his concern whether you eat or not. He shouldn't care. It's not like he's intrigued by you or anything.

Speaking of him, he steps in with a new tray of food. You look up at him weakly. Sure, it's been, give or take, four days but skipping three meals for four days has still affected you. You feel weaker. Your stomach constantly growls, your lips are always dry, and you keep getting a bad headache. And you're sure you've got bags under your eyes. But you can't do anything.

Dabi takes your hand and lifts you up. It's easy for him because you're so weak that you can't even fight back. You might as well be a rag doll to him. He takes you down the hall and to the bathroom where he shoves you inside and shuts the door. He does this at least three times a day. Every time he brings in a new tray of food. He waits outside the door for you. You know because you'll hear him cough or shuffle his feet. When you're done, you open the door and he takes your hand, leading you back to your room. He takes you in and sets you down in the chair at the desk. Where the tray of food it. The smell of it makes you nauseous even if you are starving.

He leans against the door frame. "Are you going to eat or what?"

You just spin your chair in the other direction and pull your knees up to your chest. Eventually the hunger went away. It was no longer longing it was just nausea of the smell and aroma of the food. It's turned into a dull ache that feels like you can't do anything to fix it.

He sighs and leaves the room. The utter silence drowning you. It gets so quiet and your thoughts get so loud. So loud. Constantly bashing around and coming up with new scenarios for you. Like, maybe they want you to starve so you'll be weak when they want to hurt you. Or they want you to eat so you are stronger and put up more of a fight when they try to kill you. Some bad guys want victims that can fight back. Or maybe they're gassing up your room to make you go crazy. You don't know. But you've thought of many different ways they're torturing you. It's all you can think about. Every day. All day. Nothing but sit here and think. And think. And the time rolls by.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.

You end up falling asleep with your head on the desk. An uncomfortable position but with no food intake, you're exhausted. All you do is sleep and never feels like enough. When Dabi walks in, he basically has to carry you to the bathroom and back, that's how weak you've become. And on top of that, he'll walk in with a cut and demand you heal it just because he finds it satisfying.

Dabi walks in, waking you up and causing you fall off your chair as you squeal.

"Ow," you whisper.

He picks up your tray of uneaten food, frowns, and sets down the new tray. "You know, I'm getting real tired of making food that you don't even eat."

Then don't. It's not your fault if he keeps wasting his time on you. It's not like you asked him to. You would much rather him leave you alone than keep coming in. He can ask someone else to deliver the food too. He's mentioned other members besides the three you've met before. Is he stuck on hostage duty or something?

He crouches down and tilts your chin up to face him. "Am I going to have to force feed you or something?"

You shake your head no. He cocks his head to the side, assessing you. It's not fun. The way he stares. Especially the way he traces the scar on your face and neck. He's always staring at it. Sometimes you'll see him reach out to you before he swiftly exits your room. It's weird.

He frowns, his thumb lightly touching the part of the scar on you jaw. "Then eat. We can't have a weak healer now, can we?" Again, you shake your head no. "Good girl. Go eat. Now."

You hesitate, but his grip tightens so you jump up and climb into the chair, picking up the fork.

And then you pause. Gross. Gross. Gross. You feel nauseous with just the smell of it. You drop the fork and cover your mouth, holding it down.

"Eat."

You shake your head. He looks at you, at your painful face and the small gagging sound you make. He freezes.

"Fuck! Ah, um, here," he says, grabbing a garbage can by your desk. You puke, the vomit burning your throat raw. Dabi makes a disgusted face but keeps holding the garbage can for you. You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. Your throat kills. Your head aches. And your chest heaves with heavy breaths.

He sets the can down and crouches in front of you. "You're really trying to kill yourself, aren't you?"

You can only sob in return as your body shakes with tremors.

He takes the glass off the tray and hands it to you. "Sip this," he says. He picks up the trash can and frowns. "Gross. How the fuck did you even manage to throw up? You haven't eaten anything."

You shrug and take a sip of the water slowly so you don't upset your stomach more. He takes the garbage out, leaving you alone in a locked room. You set the half empty glass down and lie on the floor, holding your stomach in pain. Dabi walks in with some soup and sets it down in front of you. "This should be better. But I don't know. I'm not a fucking doctor."

You close your eyes and sigh. Thanks. Wow, he's really good.

When you open your eyes, Dabi is lying down across from you, his eyes closed. You sigh but shut your eyes, listening to the sounds of his breathing. Eventually, you fall asleep, dreaming of an alternative life. A life where you had everything. A family. Friends. Happiness. Now you don't. And you're all alone. In a villain base to be a pawn for their using.

How did it go so bad so quickly?

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