Little Explosions [kiribaku]

Chapter 10

A/n; Warning, this chapter has scenes of gore, torture, transphobia, and dysphoria. Read at your own discretion.
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       I awoke to the room I was being held captive in, more bruises and cuts on my body than there were when I was awake. My skin tight shirt was ripped in half into a crop top, revealing my bruised and cut torso from the whip. My body was sore and tired, and sharp pains shot through me every time I moved.

         My cuts weren't open anymore, they had been stitched and cleaned. Assholes. I stared down at my body, my accentuated chest and lack of a bulge now on display for me and everyone who walked into the room.
  
        I grunted and looked back up from a reflex, the pain of seeing myself dressed so femininely made me want to tear my eyes out so I never had to look at it again. It felt like I  was trapped in someone else's skin, acting out their life and feeling their emotions. Like I  was a little person inside my head controlling a body that wasn't mine.

         It'd always be like this, wouldnt it? No stupid fucking quirk could fix it. But I had thought it did, so now I had to pay the price for my stupidity. I had to pay the price for being myself and ever thinking I could be happy.

         I had done it to protect Bakugo. If it were just gender-bending i would have declined in an instant, but the minute they threatened him I knew I had to accept. No question to it, I would do anything to prevent him from ever being in danger ever again. I had done it all for him. Everything I do can be traced back to him.

        I wiggled slightly against my restraints, but my body was too tired to even move. I sighed and slumped back down in my chair. The room smelled so bad, like moldy damp towels on the bathroom floor after sitting there for a week. How do villains live like this?

         I stared around the room, nothing else in it besides the table and myself. Who knows how long it'd be before someone came in here. And even then it'd probably be a villain ready to torture me.

         I had to stay positive. I'd get out eventually. Until then I can stay happy by thinking about Bakugo. I thought back to when he fell asleep on my shoulder and I tucked him into bed. He was so cute, my little sleeping baby. God, I'd do anything to see those pretty red eyes again. To see him so cute and sleepy with his teddy bear as he nuzzled his face into it.

        I smiled to myself and I felt my face heat up. He always had that effect on me. I didn't even need to look at him, just a little thought of fantasy about him was enough to get my heart racing and my face all hot and bothered.

        The metal door creaked open, Shigaraki and Dabi stepping in. All emotion left my face as I tensed up my body in preparation of what they might do.

        "Hello, whore." Dabi greeted, walking over to me and trailing his finger over my arm.

         "Burnt piece of shit." I muttered, turning my head away from him.

        He chuckled and stepped back, "I guess Kira didn't teach you a good enough lesson. But we will. We definitely will."

         Shigaraki reached up and wrapped his hand around my throat, but his middle one lifted away from touching me. I gulped and stared up at him, my eyes laced with fear.

        "One touch and you'll be dead kid. All I have to do is put my middle finger down and you'll be dead in an instant. It's how we're going to kill Bakugo." He hissed, tightening his fingering around my neck.

        "Now, Dabi is going to unchain your hands and tie them to the arm rests of the chair. If you struggle even a little bit, I'm going to fucking kill you." He threatened, getting very close to my face at the end.