An Obssesive Nightmare

Months.

TW: Mention of knives, implied kidnapping, heavily implied violence, sexual themes as a whole.

He came into my cell once again, his leather shoes still scraping against the concrete floor. He did it to annoy me at this point. His eyes stared at me up and down, hungrily...lustfully. They peirced my skin worse than the knives he'd dig into me whenever I disobeyed.

I still wore my flower crown, most of them had withered by now. Yet one, single, pale, red rose still stood. I wonder if it actually means anything. Once again, I had lost blood circulation in my arms by the time he would come to check up on me.

"Darling?~ Are you awake?~" He elongated the 'R' sound in 'darling', over-enunciating his dialect. I know he did this on purpose to have his voice ring in my ears. He loved it. He loved my reactions. He loved me. And he wasn't shy about it. He calls it infatuation. To me, it's borderline obsession. It's his...delusional passion.

I responded anyway, I had to. "M-mhm..." My voice was still horse but getting better. Ever since I started obeying more regularly, my voice and body has had time to rest from the endless torment. And so it came out as a choked whine.

The sound alone made his face flush red and his pupils dilate. Once he was close enough he couldn't help but caress my face, hold my waist, and then wrap his hands around my abdomen, squeezing ever so tightly. I had come to know that physical touch, service and flirtatious teasing were his love Languages.

He loved feeling me, he loved it when I was obedient, he loved my reactions when he would whisper anything but sweet nothings into my ear when no one else was listening. He relished in it.

What surprised me was that he likes taking care of me, despite the torture and torment he forced me to endure. Perhaps that's why he still does it from time to time, no matter how obedient I am.

"Well, I've been thinking that you've been in your costume for some time now and it's...quite- well- filthy." Way to put it bluntly. "So I had a few people go to your house and collect some changes of clothes! See I even got your favorite shirt!" He was strangely excited about this, and it had me worried. The anxiety was evident on my face, even more so once he grinned at me.

He got me out of my restraints once more, letting me fall into his arms again. He squeezed me tight, his embrace sending me in a spiral. I couldn't tell if I was in pain or immensely flustered but either way, it wasn't particularly enjoyable.

He took my gloves off. Then my shirt. He couldn't help but stare at my torso, not only that but he ran his fingers in-between the crevices of my chest and all the way down to my abdomen. It made me squirm in his arms. It made me feel weak. Like I was putty in his hands.

He finally let me go, giving me my chosen outfit and leading me to a changing room. "I trust you won't try to run. The only exit in that room is the door back to me after all." His voice becoming low but threatening, commanding me to obey. I nodded and quickly shut myself in, putting on my shirt, changing underwear and my trousers before coming back out, barefoot. The feeling of my socks over time was a torture of its own.

The floor was cold, but it was a nice change of pace to the sweaty socks covered by thick black combat boots. I went right back into his arms, knowing that he wanted to hold me close even more. He grinned at me and couldn't hold himself back from biting my neck roughly.

After a short while, when he lost his breath, he finally pulled away. I looked down to see blood running down my throat. "You don't mind if I...?" I nodded and he licked up the blood from the collar of my shirt to my jaw.

I couldn't help but whimper in his grasp, his gloved hands exploring every bit of my clothed body. His 'infatuation' only grew more with every whine and whimper I made. "S-sir-" He cut me off, holding a finger over my lips. "You know my name Katsuki, use it." I nodded sheepishly.

"Izuku...please~" I whined as he wrapped a hand around my wounded neck. "What is it doll?~" He'd ask, curious as to what I wanted.

"Izuku I..." I couldn't find the words. "Spit it out." He commanded, forcing his hand tighter around my throat. "I want to go back to the garden..." I exclaimed, his grip loosening. He stood up and held a hand out for me.

I looked at it, unsure. I could feel the atmosphere pushing me to make a decision. I quickly took his hand as he gently pulled me up, dragging me to the garden once again.

He sat down on the grass, patting his lap for me to lay my head there. I lay down, letting him play with my hair as I asked, "How long have I been here?"

"Months."

Woo! That's chapter 3 done! Technically- I hope you all enjoyed this one! I certainly enjoyed writing it! I'll be sure to come up with something else very soon! Farewell!

◆Yours truly◆