nefarious • bnha x jjk

- tied up

You know, sometimes I really like to wonder what it is like to be able to do things that normal people can do. Like walk at the streets without worries, talking to people, play with others, well any normal things people do in their teens.

You might think, 'wow so dramatic' yeah, try saying that after being locked up in a dungeon out of all places, just like rapunzel, not to mention tied up with a blood-thirst curse constantly bitching in your head. Pretty sure you won't be as judgemental then.

I heaved a loud sigh as I let my head hung low, not even caring anymore at the ache on my wrist as they've been hanging there for a while now, letting my body sway just how it pleases.

"You know I can bust us out easily."

I scoffed, feeling the chains on my hand clanked, reacting to the slight movement.

"And let you kill everyone within sight? I really rather not."

"You'd rather rot here to death then?"

"If by doing so can stop you from going on another killing spree, yes. Besides, you've tried and failed, haven't you?" I closed my eyes, ignoring his constant spurt of words, not caring of the mouth that pops out of my cheek.

"If anything I did you a favor by killing your parents, they'll just waste your potential."

I gritted my teeth, clenching my fist as hard as I physically could. Feeling moderately pissed off by his last remark. "Don't you ever say shit like that about my parents again."

He didn't stop of course, after that one sentence he kept going on with things such as, 'you're weak' 'you're hopeless' 'you don't deserve me' 'you're pathetic' and I just listened because besides the part where he says I don't deserve him, it's all true.

I tried dismissing all the sounds and voices for at least a split second because his voice is very capable of giving me a good hell headache, but then I heard something else, something.. I'm not used to hearing.

I know everyone's footsteps in this house, from the people who gives (throws) me food, the person who sometimes sneaks bread into my cell out of pity, to my own uncle, if you even can call him that, footsteps. I think it's because of this curse right here, no idea.

But this is definitely not them, and not just that, there's more than one, hell I think there's more than five all at once.

"What the fuck is that." I mumbled, wincing at the dust that fell on my face as the roof starts to crumble, coughing some out of my system.

"Maybe it's your knight in shining armour?"

I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Heroes? They weren't here six years ago, why are they here now?"

"They figured out the fact that your uncle's a villain I reckon."

For someone so blatantly annoying, that's actually.. might be a good point.