To Kill For Love

Chapter Eighteen

He wished they would just fucking shut up. His head hurt, and he craved some damned silence. All night long, constantly keeping him from falling asleep. Between the ache of his parched throat, the growls of hunger, and the desperate tiredness he felt, it all became too much. They did everything to keep him awake. He sported bruises all over his body, a busted lip, and blood crested his lips and chin from his bloody nose, among other things.

Chisaki Kai's lackies surely did a number on him. When physical abuse stopped working, they pumped him full of some kind of drug. It wired him, and he felt like he could say a million words in under a minute. Hell, he would have Izuku beat if he did. He endured the pain from the abuse he received, each punch to the gut or kick to the leg. By the end of it, his whole body felt oddly numb, and he craved sleep that never came.

Katsuki did not let them get away unscathed though. At any given opportunity, he fought back. Some of the blood stuck to his face came from one of their arms. The idiot got a bit too close, and Katsuki took his shot. He dug his teeth into the fucker's flesh, uncaring of the horrible taste on his tongue or the feel of hair in his mouth. His only goal was to inflict pain, and satisfaction filled him when he heard the sharp cry of pain.

"It fucking bit me!" The idiot cried out. "Don't just stand there! Help me!"

One of them tried to pry Katsuki's jaw off from behind. In a split second, Katsuki let go and slammed his head back into theirs. Broke the dude's nose too.

So yeah, he got some revenge out of it. By the time he saw Chisaki Kai again, he had no clue how many hours had passed. He broke into a fit of laughs when he saw the Yakuza head dressed in more doctor-like clothing. The laughter stopped when scarlet eyes caught sight of a box of condoms. He watched closely as Kai set the box down on the dresser beneath the heavily tinted window.

"Heard you were pretty rude while in the care of my subordinates." Kai spoke in the same condescending tone he used before. "Nemoto needed some stitches, and Tabe's nose refused to stop bleeding. It was a fight to reset it."

Another laughing fit came from the omega, though not as loud as the first. They really fucked him up with those drugs, huh?

Kai sighed as he moved closer. He placed a gloved hand on Katsuki's forehead, likely to prevent him from trying anything. The closer he got, the more potent the stench of sanitizer became. Already, his head felt fuzzy. He tried to fight against it, to stop the smell from infecting his brain anymore than it already had.

But then Kai spoke, and Katsuki felt his entire body freeze. He barely realized he stopped laughing.

"Let me do whatever I please."

The command struck him. His body went limp, and he could only lie there, powerless to whatever torture Kai wanted to put him through.

"Look at you." Kai commented as he started to undo the restraints around Katsuki's wrists. He still wore the impossibly bored expression. The one making it look as though he despised the idea of lying a finger on the omega. "Absolutely powerless."

His eyes felt heavy. The smell in the air threatened to put him to sleep, and he suddenly craved his dreams over whatever Kai had planned for him.

"This is what makes omegas so worthless." Once he finished undoing all of the restraints, Kai started to pull down Katsuki's pants and boxers.

Think of Izuku. Think of Shouto. They miss you. They're going to save you. They'll pick you up, scent you, and you'll get to forget about all of this. He told himself as he purposely ignored the sound of a belt buckle, followed closely by the sound of leather sliding against fabric.