⚠this chapter contains graphic description of torture⚠
↝Time skip
Dabi's P.O.V
It has been days since Y/n has disappeared
We've serched through the scenes where the fights happened. Yes, we looked through them all just to be sure
Yet, we found no traces of Y/n's disappearance
Only a few pieces of melted ice in one building for whatever reason. But I don't think that's some sort of evidence
How can someone run away so clean? Without leads and shit
It's only trouble with this guy, I swear
Maybe this was his plan all along. Get tamed and then run away... Like a dog
I harshly put down the small, now empty glass of whiskey on the bar
Kurogiri glares at me "are you trying to break it? If so then you're doing a good job"
"Shut the fuck up nether portal" I growl as I let my head fall into my hands onto the counter
Mr.Compress pats my back "you seem drained"
I let out a chuckle "you think so? In my opinion running around almost the whole city in disguises looking for a bastard who I don't even fully know was a 10/10 experience and I'd totally do it over again"
He didn't like my sarcastic remark
He sighed and stood up from his bar stool
"Whe should just let it be. He's now god knows where and so far it seems that there isn't even a piece of evidence where he went" he said as he made his way to the door leading outside
"Nah, I wanna catch him. And fry him into chicken strips so he knows how to fucking behave" I played with the glass in front of me
Mr.Compress hummed "good luck, I don't intend to help anymore though"
With that, he left the base
Weirdo
Kurogiri pours me another glass of my liquor of choice "don't die in the process" he warned
"Yeah, yeah, I know y'all'd miss my ass since I'm like the strongest motherfucker out of y'all" I said, gulping the drink down in one go afterwards
"Unlike you, I take things into the finish or breaking point 'couz I'm the best"
Kurogiri huffed "are you sure it's not some kind of mental health issue caused by your trauma..."
I chuckled "since when do I have trauma. I'm completly fine, never been better"
"Your loose staples holding your skin in place say otherwise" he remarked
"Haha yeah- wait loose?!" I touched my scar lines on my face, feeling three of the staples almost falling out
"Shit!" I cursed as I stood up, running to the bathroom
Your P.O.V
I huffed almost like a dog
The last few... days? Weeks? Hours? I have no idea— they've been pretty horrible
This kid seriously knows the things he wants, and correcting me isn't one of them
He's trying to kill me
Or torture me untill I'll beg for death...
So far, he's burned my tongue, opened wounds, burned my skin, almost drowned me, pulled out a few teeth and other things I mostly forgot already
Whenever I pass out, the hurt stops. But when I wake up it gets worse than before I passed out. It burns, itches and stings like nothing ever before
"So? Willing to speak already. You know that it just gets worse every time you stay quiet" he spoke, a flaming hot whip in his hands with which he abused my bare skin a few minutes ago
"Please... s-stop" I begged. At first I used to yell and stay quiet, until he set a punishment of pulling my nails off if I do so
He hummed "of course I can't stop, you know that already. Just tell me what I need to know and maybe I'll soften your sentence"
I shook my head, hanging onto staying awake
Shoto sighed as the whip hit the ground
He went over to the matal table I despise with all I am as a man. This guy... What the hell is wrong with him
He stood there, looking over all the things he used and picking one
As he did, he walked up to me again, making sure I can clearly see what it is
It was a scalpel
"P-Please, choose something else!" I begged yet again but it completely shot over him
He crouched down in front of me and lightly put the blade in an upper area on my thigh with a few burn marks and unhealed scars. He kept eye contact all the while
"This one is your favorite I see, I'll be sure to write it down for the future" he pressed the tip a little harder
I shook my head, biting my lip to not any sound of agony past my lips
He like the way I scream, that's a reason for me not to keep quiet
"Come on, scream— let it out and show me how nicely you break" he cooed as he slowly slid the scalpel along my thigh, almost to my knee
I let out shaky breaths, holding back as much as I could. My whole body shook vigorously
My eyes were shut closed, not wanting to see the river of red appearing along my thigh
After a short time, I couldn't hold my voice in anymore since his gloved finger ran along and inside the open wound
I yelled at the top of my lungs, hoping for the pain to go away. Tears fell from my eyes almost uncontrollably
Shoto's smile grew wide as he enjoyed my agony. Sadistic bastard
"You said those villains would come to save you some time ago. Where are they? They are villains Y/n, they don't feel sympathy like normal please do" he hummed a tune all the while mocking me
"But you, you still have a chance to be normal again. I'm correcting you"
He wasn't correcting shit
But I know they will come
They will...
Come and save me...
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ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖【Dabi x Male!Reader】
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