Rescue // Shoto Todoroki x OC Fanfiction

Chapter Ten

The paralysis wore off after about an hour, and Katsumi thanked the heavens that Shoto never came in after her, or he would have been right there with her. She was on constant watch, someone always being in the room with her.

She tried to covertly move around and see how much give her bonds had, but she didn't think there was a way she could escape all by herself. She would have to hold out long enough for someone to come after her. She knew the heroes were planning on raiding the base and cleaning it out, and she assumed they would come for her then. She only had to hold out and perhaps gather some information where she could.

Meals came at odd times, and there were no windows in the little room she was in, so there was no real way to see how long she'd been there. her muscles were tired from being bound, and her head felt heavy, having to hold it up the entire time to keep her neck from straining against the hold at her neck. The way she was bound made it so she could never quite get comfortable enough to rest her body.

She assumed it had been about three days since her capture the next time Mind Maker entered her room. He entered the room quietly, and she looked up at him with a burning hatred in her eyes. She didn't like that she was being kept alive, knowing what his quirk was. He could theoretically make her do anything he wanted, and that could make for many disasters. She silently wished that he'd just killed her instead so that he couldn't use her.

"Hello, Pet," he drawled, leaning against the wall across from Katsumi. He looked her from top to bottom, and she spat at his feet, causing him to frown. "The nicer you are, the better we'll treat you," he told her, crossing his arms over his chest. He pushed off the wall and approached her slowly, as if he were a predator stalking his prey. When he crouched down to level his face with hers, she tried to draw back, but the bonds made it impossible. "You know, we could help each other out a little bit, if you're willing. Favor for favor, so to speak."

"I will never do anything for you," she seethed, straining against her bonds.

"Well, that's the fun thing about all of this--if you don't want to, I'll just make you do it anyway. You want to keep that pretty little mind of yours intact, you should do as I say."

She pushed against her restraints, trying to mover her face away from his as he brought his mouth close to her ear. He let out a breath, and she cringed as her skin pebbled.

"You make me use my quirk on you too many times, and it'll drive you insane. I'll tear apart every wall inside of you until I can crawl through your thoughts and memories as if they were my own. I will own you, Pet. So I mean it when I say it's better if you just do as I say, because I won't have to tear you apart."

"Fuck you," she spat. Mind Maker only laughed. Katsumi had no power, and she knew it. It drove her mad to not have any control over the situation. She would rather be dead than have to do the bidding of a villain like this.

"Since you so heavily insist, why don't we start breaking you in?" He grabbed her neck restraint and pulled her face close to his. "What shall I have you do, then?"

He looked her over again before grabbing the zipper of her hoodie. He slowly unzipped it, his eyes tracing over her body as he did so. She was still wearing her hero suit underneath her jeans and hoodie, so she wasn't revealing anything, but she still didn't like the intamacy of the act. If she'd had anything in her stomach, she would have barfed. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you, Fallen Angel? If you promised to be good, I could take you out of these restraints. But only if you're good."

She didn't respond. She didn't know what to say. He wouldn't let her out of them if she wasn't under his control. She knew that. He was playing some game here, trying to get her to play along. But she wouldn't.

Mind Maker suddenly swept forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. He yanked her head back, and with the other hand, he undid the neck restraint. Even though she had more mobility now, she didn't move. She didn't want to test him. Gripping her hair, he brought his mouth to her neck. She thought he was going to kiss her for a moment before his teeth suddenly sunk into her skin, definitely hard enough to draw blood. She tried not to make any sounds as he lingered there.

And then, something in her mind felt as if it snapped, and a fog covered her brain. She couldn't move. Couldn't speak if she wanted to. Her mind and body were waiting for a command--she could feel it. The need to be told what to do, building inside of her head like rope pulled tight, just waiting to be cut by Mind Maker.

He pulled away from her neck and grinned at her with bloodied teeth--her blood. She felt so strange, as if a cloth had been placed over her, and she could see and feel and think anything, but she had no control.

"Are you ready for your command, Pet?" he asked, and she could feel that tension in her mind grow. He reached forward and undid all of her restraints, much to her surprise. She wished with everything inside her that she had control over her body, but it just sat there and waited to be told what to do.

She begged her limbs to move. She begged her quirk to climb to the surface and break the villain's control over her. But nothing happened.

"I want you to take off all your clothes. Slowly." He looked at her with a devious look in his eye as he traced his tongue over his bottom lip.

Her body began to move, and she followed his command without a single protest.

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He'd chained her up after leaving her in just her hoodie. Her skin tingled where his hands had been, and she tried hard to not think about him at all. He'd left her laying on the floor with her face pressed into the damp, mildewy scented carpet. Her mind and body felt heavy, and she had a splitting headache working its way through her head behind her eyes. She closed her eyelids and tried to ignore the pain, but it was near unearable.

She was so disappointed in herself for letting his happen. If she hadn't been captured, this never would have happened. She felt so useless and helpless, and she wished she had been killed instead of this.

Mind Maker had been right. He didn't have to get her to agree to anything. She would do whatever he told her to, and there was nothing that Katsumi could do about it.

She hoped that Todoroki was out there somewhere, putting together a rescue mission. It was all she had to hope for at the moment.