MHA fanfic?

Pawn

It was something that she couldn't yet understand.

She was only a pawn in his hands.

She blindly followed him around, like a lost puppy. She constantly craved his attention. She yearned for his approval. She begged him to stay by her side forever.

She was insane. Crazy with love and admiration for him. Although she would never realise, she was nothing to him. He only kept her around because she was loyal and willing to do anything for him. She was just a pawn in his game. She was foolish. He didn't care for her, and she was forced to do many unspeakable things to both herself and others, all for the entertainment of her master. The master whom she loved dearly.

It truly is such a shame that she went on to that dark path at such a young age. Nobody could have even fathomed to imagine that she would have done such a thing. She was perfect. Her grades were always high, and she was a bright, kind, young girl. Everyone was thinking the same thing, "why"?

Why would she risk her perfect life for such a pathetic, rundown, risky one? What did she find so thrilling about always being on the verge of death?

If she were asked directly, she wouldn't know what to say. Maybe it was the fact that it makes her feel more alive. The way the adrenaline pumps through her veins while she runs away from armed men trying to kill her makes her lust for more of that feeling. It makes her feel better, like she's no longer confined by the expectations people have for her. It's like all the pressure that was held on her is gone. Her past self is gone. Now, all that's left of her is a deranged 15 year old with nothing to lose.

At least, that's what she thought. She had one thing that she had to lose, which was her lover. Her master. The only one left that truly loved and cared for her. The only one she thought loved and cared for her. She was truly in love with him though, and that was all that mattered to her. Even though he constantly hurt her, mistreated her, and manipulated her, it was fine. She didn't care. As long as he didn't leave her, she would be fine. She would just suck it up.

He constantly reminded her that he was the one that saved her on the streets, he stopped her from killing herself, he gave her a new life. If only someone else had saved her. Someone who was good. Someone who would treat her better.

The 28 year old man would hurt her, beating her up, taking advantage of her, forcing her to drink, cutting her up, using her for experiments, and other horrible things. It was a miracle that she was still alive. A normal person would have died, and if they didn't, they would most likely lose their mind, and lose her mind she did.

She was numb. She needed the danger in her life. She was so used to the pain, she started to crave it. She begged the man to start hurting her, just so she could finally feel the bittersweet pain she constantly asked for. The pain of her flesh being cut open, but the sweetness of finally being able to feel the stinging in her limbs and the way her heart would beat faster every time the knife would go closer to her skin just drove her mad into pleasure. She enjoyed every second of the pain, but the cops would take her happiness away from her. Like they always did.