An Obssesive Nightmare

Misbehaviour.

TW: knives, detailed violence, detailed torture, implied panic attack, slight sexual themes, manipulation(?)

"What the hell to you mean samples!?" I would yell, his hands squeezing tighter. "Quiet." I was once again silenced. He gripped my neck instead, leading me forward towards the back of my cell.

He tossed me down as I fell back, my head crashing against the floor. The trauma sustained caused me to bleed but wasn't enough to knock me out. As I sat up, I felt the red liquid drip down to my jaw.

"Impudence."

He brought me back up, pinning me to the wall by my throat. He leaned in and kissed me, before slapping me in the face. He looked at me with disgust as my blood splashed onto his face and covered his glove.

He let go of my throat, letting me plumet back down to the ground. He straddled my back and pulled my hair, forcing me to look up. Blood was dripping down from my lips, the fall forcing me to bite through my bottom lip.

He was quiet throughout. Not even a grin was visible on his face. He took hold of my left arm and snapped it backwards. A blood-curdling scream escaped my lips, drowning out the sound of my bones cracking out of place.

He got off me and forced me to stand up, my broken arm straggling beside me. It felt numb to touch but I couldn't move it without causing immense pain to flow through me and more snapping sounds that made me feel nauseous. He pinned me back to the wall, choking me.

I looked at him in fear. I saw only anger stare right back. He squeezed my neck tighter as I held my right hand over the one that choked me, trying to get it off.

"No use."

He was blunt with his words, and kept speaking at all to a minimum. He brought me down back to the ground, letting me rest as he let go of my neck.
"A-are we done now?"

My words came out weak and with little to no force, yet the effort it took for any sound to escape my lips would render my speech limited.

"No."

I looked down in defeat as he took out a small knife. He took my shirt off, exposing my upper body to him once again. "What are you going to do?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I'm going to give you a reminder of who you belong to. Since you seem to forget oh so easily." Tears were streaming down my face at this point and I was at the point of begging. But no way would he stop now. Knowing this only made me cry more.

"Where should I write it? I'll let you decide." I pointed towards places where I thought would be best. I had given up and I just wanted it to be over. "I was only going to write it once but since you're so adamant on having more then I'd be happy to oblige."

He turned me around to face the wall, as he started to carve his name all over my back. He made me face him once he was done, starting on my right arm then finishing with one last "Property of Izuku" over my heart. Deep enough to scar but not as deep as the others.

He left to get some bandages and weirdly enough baby wipes. He put my broken arm back into place and put it into a cast, then he wiped up all the blood from my lips, head and his writing. He bandaged my head, and helped me stand up.

"Follow me darling!~" He flirtatiously demanded. He knew he didn't even need to hold my hand to get me to do what he wanted, fear just radiated off of me. And so I followed him.

He took me to a bedroom. It was lavish and rich. I couldn't describe it further than that, all that surrounded me was fear, anxiety and apprehension. "Here, lie down." I did as I was told, quietly lying down on the bed.

Once I had calmed down I asked, "Who's bedroom is this?" He grinned and answered me, "It's mine, lovely is it not?". "It's nice..." I looked down at my right arm for a moment. The bleeding had already stopped, but the wounds were still red and fresh.

He sat next to me, looking down at my broken arm. We stayed in silence, not sure what to say to each other. We both looked down at ourselves. Who knew that the apprentice of Overhaul could feel guilt over torture he had inflicted to me multiple times over.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in..." He answered as Overhaul stepped into the room. "Midoriya, I'm going to be gone for a while, something has come up. I wanted to let you know that you're in charge until I get back." He looked shocked, "Master!? Whats happening!?" Overhaul didn't answer, he left without a word and now everything and everyone answered to Deku.

Moments passed between us, the silence became so loud. I decided to break it. "I'm sorry sir...I won't run ever again. I promise. I just don't want to get hurt again..." He still stayed silent, forgiving me but becoming more conflicted over my apology.

I would never again subject myself to torture such as that. My misbehaviour.

This was a very heavy one I'd imagine, so before I publish this I want to clarify about the "manipulation(?)" That you can interpret Izuku's "guilt" in that way or not, up to you.

Thank you for reading this far, I know that this chapter was very intense, even for me, so I'm glad that you made it through! And to anyone experiencing a toxic relationship of any kind, I really do wish you the best.

◆Yours truly◆