Space Boy

New Places Were Never My Thing

TW: kidnapping, Bondage, panic attack

Immediately you attempted to get up, but for some reason you couldn't, you felt cold and stiff, corpse-like in a disturbing way.

"Trying to get up baby? Don't bother, you've got another 10 minutes before the paralysis wears off." You felt two warm hands gripping your shoulders and pulling you off the floor, your body was limp, you collapsed into him, grunting in frustration.

You're back hit a soft surface, a bed it seemed. You saw the strange man above you, leaning over your limp body. This was your first opportunity to really see his face, and to be honest he was kind of handsome, in a strange, demented way.

His eyes were long and narrow, piercing, cold blue stared you down, they held many feelings, rage, madness, insanity, lust, and perhaps a small twinkle of pity. He had a crooked smile framed by dry, cracked lips. His scars were even more pronounced up close, large, burned patches of skin secured with surgical staples, they were grafts, even worse. What could've happened that would lead to so much damage?

"You don't need to be so scared, darling. I won't do anything to you yet. I still have business to take care of." He moved dragging your arms above your head slowly, the roughness of his calloused fingers dragging across the delicate skin. You felt the tips of your fingers scrape across a headboard as he set your arms down before cold metal enveloped your wrists. "Did you think I wouldn't at least restrain you before I left? Hmph, you really are stupid. I'll be back in a little while."

You couldn't see but heard as a door opened and closed, you knew you were alone. You tried to breath, slowly and deeply. You didn't know what time it was, where you were, anything. Your anxiety hit you like a fucking truck as you felt a panic attack set in.

Seconds felt like hours as helpless tears fell from your eyes and your breaths became uneven bursts. Then you heard something, something very familiar.

The words were muffled and indistinguishable but the voice couldn't be mistaken, it was bakugou. He was yelling, you could make out vague profanities and curses but couldn't string together much of anything he said.

The relief that washed over you was short lived as your anxiety crept up through you again. What was he doing here? Was he hurt?? Where the fuck even were you???

After what felt like hours you regained the ability to move, with some discomfort. You sat yourself up right against the headboard of the bed and took in the room around you.

It was a small bedroom, it looked unfinished in a way, the walls were just wood and so was the floor. the matress was rickety and uncomfortable, no sheets adorned the bed aside from a black comforter and 2 pillows. A small bedside table sat to your right, on top was a low-quality bottle of vodka and a shot glass, a strip of unreliable looking condoms, and a framed photo of a woman with white hair and grey eyes. The room has no windows but had a few campy pin-ups along the walls along with posters for metal bands. The floor was cluttered in a thin layer of take-out cartons, blood, empty snack boxes, and dirty clothes. Across from the bed were a few shelves, completely empty aside from some clothing and more liquor. The air was stale and stank of cheep booze and something burning, the room carried an air of depression that felt contagious if you spent too long in there.

The yelling from outside of the room continued, he couldn't be too far away of you could hear him so loudly.

You tugged at the handcuffs and they didn't budge, but then it occurred to you. The handcuffs were metal, you couldn't break metal if you tried. But the headboard, the headboard was wood, and by the looks of it rather old wood as well, it even looked as though it were rotting.

You pulled at the beam your hands were attatched to, as hard as you possibly could until the wood began to bend and creak, soon enough it began spiltering, small chunks of wood breaking off. So close.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk."