The Crown Jewel (A kiribaku fanfic)

3: Never Again

Hiiii! So, this chapter could include severe triggers, but I'm not sure. Just a precaution. Thanks for reading and a shoutout to @Ash_di_Angelo for always being a supporter of me! You always reply to my comments, you've been reading this story and thank you for that! I will do more shoutouts in future chapters but that's all for now.

⚠️abuse, malnutrition (not eating disorders), blood, imprisonment, scarring⚠️ it's not major, but I don't know what may or may not be a trigger for some people so just putting it out there.

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A low groan filled the dungeon and a guard stood upright. There was one cell sitting in these dungeons beneath the castle that the king always requested have a guard standing directly beside it, thought nobody was quite sure why.

 The man in the cell moaned again and sat up. His usually bright red hair stuck, dull and matted, to his head, along with flakes of dried blood on both his body (head especially) and smeared about on the floor.

"Oi, bitch, get up. The king wants you."

Kirishima, the prisoner, stood up slowly, his six-six frame towering over the guard and causing him to have to duck his head in the small cell. His ragged clothes hung off of him limply, as though he were a beanstalk.

The poor man was extremely malnourished, weighing less than one hundred-sixty pounds.

"Where are we going?" Kirishima groaned as the guard tugged harshly on his shackles. 

"Arena. King asked for you specifically." 

The pair burst into the sunlight and kirishima covered his eyes. Why did the king drag him out here today, he had done nothing wrong.

"Ah! Eijiro! How are you doing on this fine evening?" Speak of the devil, and he will appear.

King Midoriya was dressed in fine furs, despite the heat, and eyed the redhead with a sick kind of glee in his eyes.

"Suzuki! Take it away! Give me a show, I've really had my patience tested today, I need to let off some steam."

The guard- Suzuki- nodded at the king and looked guiltily over to at Kirishima. "Yes, your majesty."

The man pushed Kirishima down to his knees, tying his wrists to a splintery wooden post. He then picked up a length of rope, tapered at the end, weighed it for a second in his hand, raised it above his head, and brought it down on Kirishima's now-bare back.

It stung like all hell, as one would assume being whipped does. But could you imagine being whipped whilst still having fresh scars from being abused in such a way before? I certainly couldn't.

Old wounds tore open, revealing the soft, pink flesh beneath. 

A scream ripped through Kirishima's throat, followed by another as blood dripped its way down a quivering body and skin was torn raw by the harsh rope. 

Just as Kirishima began to black out from the pain, King Midorya clapped his hands and called for Suzuki to stop.

"I've had quite enough fun watching this man for the day, you may leave him here and return to your post." That man had quite a sick idea of fun, didn't he?

Kirishima, lying then in a puddle of his own blood, mixed with sweat and dust, vowed never again to bring the king such psychotic pleasure. Never again. He would escape, whatever it took, he would find a way.

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Hello, my Smeggsy pineapples! How are you tonight? I know this chapter may have been a bit traumatizing, but it is important for story development! If you think there are any trigger warnings I should add, please say so! I really like where this is going, though, quite frankly, I don't know how I'm going to reach my end goal at the correct pace. I either tend to drag things waaaaaaayyyyyy out (bestie, you remember my fantasy story) or go waaaaayyyy too quickly. I hope this can meet somewhere in the middle. Thanks for reading, to whoever decides to stay committed, and good night! Stay smeggsy <3