Pop Rocks [Kiribaku]

Chapter 22: Smiling

Ehh it's a day early bc I love yall

⚠️ MAJOR trigger warning! ⚠️

Sexual assault, torture! Please be careful! the worst of the sexual assault is in italics, so please be very careful reading that, and reach out to friends if you need it. Be safe, pleeeease~

Bakugo POV:

'he's smiling'

Fuck. I thought I had them scared. Everyone else was shocked. But my cocky smirk all but fell off my face when my eyes met with his. He was smiling, no, beaming at me. My mouth flattened into a hard like and I gulped, trying not to show the knot of cold fear that tied itself in my stomach. He picked up the hose again and flipped a switch on the wall. I immediately heard the sound that had haunted my dreams for months, bleeding into my daily life and sending me into a panic every time I got a little zap from that spark plug idiot.

The ticking was back.

I all but screamed as the sharp water tore through my panic, only making it worse. He sprayed my nose until my instincts screamed for air, sprayed right into the new wound on my arm that did make me scream and then back into my mouth again. And then... And then the shocking came. So hot and searing that I was surprised I couldn't smell my hair burning. Everyone else had left the room but I couldn't even notice. I was too busy convulsing as the metal burned through a layer of my skin everywhere it came into contact with it. My eyes were glazed over so I couldn't see, even when I tried to blink them I couldn't tell if my eyes were closed or open, it was all just black. I heard my own screaming, but couldn't feel the air leaving my chest. All I felt was the burning, and the water that would shoot into my face every once in a while. That was my life. It was worse than I had remembered, worse than I had dreamed about. It was so bad I lost all concept of time. I remembered that I used to count the shocks, see how much time was passing. But I couldn't even feel them any more. It was like there was never any breaks, never any release from the burning and the screaming and the choking. It was constant. And then, after what felt like weeks, it finally stopped.

I didn't notice at first, the convulsing didn't stop until a couple hours after the pain had faded. I was alone, shaking and dripping, body twitching on a beat. My arm had stopped bleeding after it wasn't being ripped apart by a shoot of water. I tried as hard as I could but I couldn't sleep as the constant twitching would only get worse when I was still. The ticking was loud. After almost dislocating my shoulder I was able to see a small box attached to the underside of the doorway. So that was the source of electricity, and the ticking. Not much I could do about it now. The ticking got louder and louder until I was sure I was going crazy. I knew from experience that it wasn't the ticking that was changing volume, it was my ears. I let out a small whine, not caring who was listening. I felt like I was going crazy. No matter what, I wouldn't give in. I couldn't. All I had ever wanted was to make Kiri proud, and nothing was more manly than dying or snapping sanity as a hero. So I told myself that over and over, until it was louder than the ticking. He would come.

Kirishima POV:

It's been six days since my Katsuki was taken. I was a wreck. Mina had to basically force feed me, and I lied awake every night, or had horrible nightmares. My Katsuki was taken, again. And there was nothing I could do.

The pro heroes looked everywhere, scouring every warehouse and abandoned business within a thousand kilometer radius. They went to the place they found him last, but all they found was rubble. That didn't sit well with me, but I couldn't exactly go out to help with Mr aizawa breathing down my neck and checking on me multiple times a night. Regardless... I had to figure out a way to find him. Even if it meant I would get in trouble with Mr aizawa. So I made a plan. Tonight, I'm going to that old bar they found him. I don't care if it's in shambles, I wanna see if I can find any clues as to where they took him. I'll find him, even if it's the last thing I do I'll find him.

Bakugo POV:

Two days went by. I could tell because there was a tiny gap in between the ceiling and the roof of the big room I was in that let a tiny bit of sunlight through. I was slightly reassured that I had that, that small bit of power I had that they didn't know about. It fueled my hate fire. They had moved on to fire, at Dabi's great boredom. Water, knives, and electricity didn't work so they came to another method. After today I counted at least thirty finger print burns just where I could see. Handprints on my... Thighs, footprints on my chest and neck. Dabi acted bored the whole time but his approach made me sick. He would gaze at me, like he was undressing me with his eyes, and when he grabbed my thighs I just about passed out. That's as far as he went the first time. The second time... Was much worse.

"Take it." He whispered, right next to my ear. I whined, struggling to free myself. My back hurt from being flat after so many hours of sitting in that chair. I was laying on a thin mattress at the back of the room, my eyes glued to the ceiling. A cold breath hit my neck and I shuddered, biting my lips against a scream. He had a hand on my waist and another in my pants, prepping me. My body felt charred and blackened, oozing from the burns on my thighs and hips. His fingers were cold inside of me and I struggled to get away, fighting against the buildup I knew was rising inside of him. He yanked my hips down and lined himself up. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a sharp scream as his hands burned my hips, a familiar and horrible feeling filling me as he let out a sharp snicker. And then I blacked out.

I awoke with a sharp pain in my back and bottom, never so happy to find myself back in the metal chair. My shirt was in tatters around me, but I realized with a sigh of relief that they had put my shorts back on me. That's the last thing I thought before I blacked out yet again, exhausted and in torturous pain.

"Katsuki?" A whiney voice asked. My head snapped to the door and I sighed, seeing it was just Toga. She skipped over to me and sat in my lap, hugging me.
"I'm bored and Shiggy said I could have a turn with you, so I came to play!!"

I was startled, so startled I couldn't help but lean forward, resting my head on her shoulder. She gasped in surprise but I didn't move, feeling her arms around me making me burst into tears. She rubbed my back and I felt a knife swipe across my shoulder, but at that point I was just elated that someone was holding me. I sobbed into her as she cut me, not even minding the warmth that trickled down my back, staining my skin and hair. She giggled every once in a while when I winced, but her arms always fell back to rubbing my back, making me cry all the harder. I know she didn't understand why I was crying, or why I was leaning into her hug, but I didn't care. Someone was holding me. They were hurting me, but at that moment all I could feel were her arms around me and her hair pressed to the side of my face. For the first time in a while I felt hope bloom in my chest.

Maybe, just maybe, I could survive this. Maybe I could be a hero and live past this. Maybe... Maybe it would all be ok.

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AHHHH IM SORRY!!! IM SORRY I'M SORRY PLEASE DONT BE MAD!

This was absolute hell to write, but I felt like adding a bit of ✨spice✨

Everyone paints Dabi as having a little bit of a soul but based on the anime alone I know he has nothing but a deep dark pit of sadism. I ain't talkin about the manga bc I know he has his arc but mans really just pissed me off. Is he hot? Yes. Never said he wasn't. But yeah, anyways please take care of yourselves with this one.