My Keepers

Three

Your vision is blurry, and everything around you looks the same. You can no longer smell the smoke emerging from the curses, or hear Gojo's annoying voice. You do everything in your power to stay conscious, though you are unable to move. Your surroundings fade in and out, but you begin to pick up on a strange smell. "I know it's not the most luxurious, but quite frankly I don't care if your comfortable or not." You hear a raspy voice whisper into your ear. You feel yourself getting dizzy again, and you slip back into the darkness.

The first thing you notice is your arms. Your forearms are raw, almost a rugburn. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize you're restrained by a ragged rope- almost something out of a shitty crime novel. You find yourself in an old, musty, and disheveled apartment, the room barely furnished, with exception to another chair, more eloquent than the one you're tied to. Your eyes move to the kitchen, barely visible, but with an alarming amount of dirty pots and pans spilling from the confines of the sink. Turning your head adjacent to your front, you finally take notice of two figures standing over you, their eyes glaring and menacing. 

"What's your genius plan now?" You hear another unfamiliar angry voice call out. "This is what we wanted. We bring Gojo right to us." Another voice responds. You can hear them bickering, and the sound was making your throbbing headache much worse. "She's waking up. Gag her." You're suddenly staring at another horrifying face. A man with long, raven hair leans over you. He had a deeply stitched scar across his forehead and a disgusting smile across his lips. "Open your mouth." He demands, teasing your lips with a rag. You spit in his face, hoping it'll get him to back off. He takes his almost lizard-like tongue and drags it over to his cheek, consuming your saliva. "I'm done being nice." He takes a hold of your face, forcing your eyes to meet his piercing black ones. "Open that fucking mouth." He takes his fingers and pry's your jaw apart, making you wince at the pain. He angrily shoves the rag in your mouth, making you gag at the taste of dust. "I want in on the fun." You hear the other one laugh. It was the same blue-haired freak you encountered before. You start feeling nervous as you realize what's happening to you. "Gojo will come find me," you tell yourself, your nostrils flaring as your breathing becomes unsteady. 

You recall that Gojo had mentioned curses like this before. During Gojo's time at the academy, he was accompanied by the dark-haired man, who had turned to the dark side after his resentment for the human race overshadowed his humanity. He was a talented curse user and was clearly trying to pick a bone with his opponent. You almost pitied the man, knowing of Gojo's abandonment, paralleling your own.  Your gaze reaches him, and you notice how painstakingly irritated he was, eyeing the blue-haired freak. The tension between them was sinister but knowingly well-balanced.

"Since Geto over here hasn't been so kind as to introduce me, I guess I'll be the first. I'll say this once, and only once. They call me Mahito. Your memory of me couldn't concern me less, but I know you won't be forgetting me anytime soon." 

In a few swift maneuvers, you wriggle the rag out of your mouth and this only makes Geto increasingly more furious than before. "I don't give a fuck what your name is you monsters. What do you want from me?" You hiss at them, spitting at their feet once more. "You're making a mess!" Geto growls, tearing away a piece of your shirt. "Untie her." He commands Mahito. Mahito giggles at the sight of your exposed skin. "As you wish." He roughly pulls at your wrists, untying the knots and throwing you to the ground. You let out a whimper as your knees meet the floorboards. Geto gives you a firm kick to the stomach and chuckles with pleasure. "Clean up pig." He demands. You attempt to get up but feel his foot against your back, keeping you on your hands and knees. "I changed my mind," he snickers, picking up the ripped-up fabric, "lick it up." Mahito claps his hands with excitement as he leans closer to you and observes your face. "Show us that pretty little tongue." His eyes widen as his breathing increases. "Fuck. You." You lash out. Mahito grips your cheeks and forces your face into your pool of spit. Geto smirks and presses his foot more firmly into you. "We can stay like this all night if you'd prefer that." You shake your head and feel steamy tears wanting to escape your eyes. You couldn't let them know that you were intimidated, but the fact was, you wished Gojo was here to get you out of this mess like he always does. You slowly start sticking your tongue out in defeat, feeling it hit the cold wood and spit. "Good girl. Keep going." Mahito exclaims, observing your tongue lap up your saliva. You taste a mix of blood and dust coat your tongue, as it moves quickly to clean up the mess. Geto grabs your hair and picks you back up by it. He shoves you into the chair and you cry out as it harshly hits your back. You can feel him carefully retying your hands and feet. "Sleep tight."