An Entity's Journey

BNHA (Before the Story) II

(2nd pov)

(WARNING!!!: GORE, TORTURE, BLOOD, MENTIONS OF RAPE, CANNIBALISM. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!)

"P-Please!! I-I have a f-family back home!! M-My kids are waiting for their f-father to come home." A hero said while he clutches the stump of his bleeding arm. He's covered in cuts and his arm is severed off as he's crawls away from you. Your tendrils waved around you, drenched in blood. They are in an dark alleyway.

You stared down at the injured hero with no emotion. "Family, huh? What about the kid you locked away in your basement." You said and the hero flinched at that.

"Isn't that your daughter? Why lock her up? Is it because she's the only one in the family who has a mutated quirk?" You said as you slowly stepped closer to the injured hero. "I-I don't know-" he was cut off when one of your tentacles stabbed his right leg and he screamed in pain.

"Don't play dumb with me. One of your kids came up to me while I was just sitting on a bench, minding my own business. She begged me to save their sister who was being mistreated for being different." You squatted down until your face-to-face with the hero. "She told me. Every. Single. Detail. Of. It." You said as a sadistic grin formed on your face.

"N-Nani?!" He said, shocked. "She told me how their mother died by giving birth to the girl you abused. How you bring in men to do whatever they want with her, like using her as a punching bag, and also using her as a sex toy." You said and the hero started sweating like crazy.

"That poor girl was only 5 when she was raped and now she's 13. So that was like, what? 8 years of torture for her." You said as you lifted your head up to look at the sky.

"Your kids never loved you for what you did to their youngest sister. They were too afraid that you'll hit them too if they helped her, so the oldest came to me for help." You then heard him mutter something and you definitely heard it.

"Damn it. I should've gotten rid of that slut in the first place." You smirked and bring your head down to see his now scowling face. "Hoh? Is that how it is?" You said. The hero looked back at you and realized that you heard him.

"I must thank your oldest daughter for selling you out to me. If she didn't, that girl with a mutated quirk would not have been saved." You said as a psychotic grin formed on your face. "I'm gonna enjoy my time with you." The hero or the fake hero is now back to being scared shitless as he started backing away from you.

Black tendrils came out from the shadows to restrain him. You picked up his severed arm that's been laying on the ground and bit off a chunk of the flesh. You spit out the flesh onto your hand as you went closer to the fake hero. He struggled against the tendrils to escape from you.

"She told me that the girl hasn't been fed often. How about you take her place." You bring your hand up to grab his jaw and forced his mouth open. "Bon appétit!" You then shove a chunk of his own severed arm flesh into his mouth and covered it so he won't spit it out.

He struggled to move his head and was force to swallow his own flesh. You then release his mouth as he started to cough. You stood up and looked beside you to see a long iron pipe laying against the wall. You went and picked it up and it's about as tall as you.

"Hmm, I wonder how deep it can go once I insert this inside of that stump of yours." You said as you gesture your finger up and the black tendrils lifted the fake hero's stumped arm up as he struggled.

You held up the iron pipe and lined it up against the stump. "N-No, please..." He sobbed. You then shoved it inside of his stumped arm and he screamed in pain. You shoved it deeper as blood squirted out and some landed on you face. The iron pipe didn't reach far enough.