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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂-𝓸𝓷𝓮

𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"𝒫-𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅. 𝐼-𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓈." 𝒜 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈.

"𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈."𝒜 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈.

    I feel fucking disgusting. I was tortured and violated. I'm absolutely disgusting. Kirishima and the others just rescued me from my living hell but honestly, I don't even feel like living anymore. Kirishima just left because I told him I wanted to be alone. I can't face them. I'm fucking pathetic. 

    I must be really worthless for Todoroki to not even pick my one phone call for help. My body is aching. The doctors say it will take a while for my bones to fully heal, even with recovery girl's help.  I should be punished for making them worry about me. I get out of the bed and ignore the pain in my ankle as I looked for something sharp.

    I end up using the butter knife from the dinner that I flushed down the toilet. I make sure my hospital room door is closed and go to the bathroom. One...two...three...I make seven cuts on my right arm and seven more on my left arm because that was the number of days I let those fuckers capture me and toy with me.

    I never got a single day to rest and that one burnt guy always fucked me until I couldn't walk. Then the crusty mother fucker would throw things at me and curse at me until he was satisfied. That's when the part I hated the most would happen. This girl who looked not much older than me would come and make small cuts on my body and lick the blood off her knife. She said I was a special delicacy that she wanted to enjoy longer, that was the only reason I was still alive.

   I think there were a total of seven or eight villains but I only ever saw three. Apparently there were other bases too. When I had finished cutting, I rinsed the cuts under hot water. It stung but it was in a way, comforting so I stayed there for a few minutes. I then wiped them off on a random towel that was on the toilet. 

    I walk out of the bathroom and flop face first onto the bed.

"𝒪𝒽? 𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎?" 𝒜 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓁𝓎.

"𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔." 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓃. 𝐻𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝒾𝓅𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓁𝑒. "𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓇𝓎." 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂.