Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S4 - 8. [Euphoria]

The prisoner tried to struggle, but Katsuki's grip was like iron. "You- You can't do anything to me!" He spat, though his voice wavered.

Katsuki's grin was hidden by his mask, but the menace in his voice was unmistakable. "Oh, I can do plenty. And unlike those heroes, I don't have any rules holding me back. And you get front row seats to see just how creative I can get~"

「He didn't even realize the weight of his words. He'd succumbed to his new lifestyle, fully losing himself and his once cherished morals. He was far from a hero. He was simply better, after all.」

It wasn't hard to completely subdue the disgusting man. In fact, it was rather easy.

The bastard was a coward.

With firm, rough movements, Katsuki tied the first strip of cloth over the prisoner's mouth, pulling it snugly around the head and tying it at the back. The thick fabric conformed to the contours of the face, creating a tight seal.

He repeated the process with another strip, layering it over the first, further dampening any potential noise. Each layer of material worked to absorb and silence any sound that might escape.

Finally, satisfied with his work, Katsuki stepped back. The prisoner's attempts to make noise were reduced to the faintest, barely perceptible murmurs, swallowed entirely by the dense layers enveloping their face.

Perfect.

Katsuki's eyes burned with a relentless intensity as he stood before the bound criminal.

"I'm only going to tell you this once, so listen close" Katsuki said, his voice cold and devoid of any mercy. "Her name was Yukari Takeba, she was fifteen. She killed herself after you stole her purity. She had a whole life ahead of her and you–"

He grabbed onto the man's hair, pushing the tip of a knife to his shoulder.

"–killed her. You broke her. Her name was Yukari Takeba and I'm letting her move on"

The criminal's eyes darted around the room, searching for any means of escape. His breathing was ragged, his face contorted with fear.

He dug the knife into the man's shoulder, twisting it. The man's cries were silenced perfectly, leaving only quiet, strangled noises.

He'd brought a special knife tonight. It was triangular, a weapon banned all around the world. It was impossible to close wounds made with a triangular knife and nearly as impossible to procure one. He'd had it custom made.

Not that he planned on letting the bastard live.

The rush was back, the pleasurable chills running throughout his body. It felt so good, he was so glad he'd taken this job.

Katsuki stood over the quivering form of the prisoner, the dim light of the cell casting harsh shadows across his masked face. He could feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, a familiar and intoxicating surge that heightened his senses and sharpened his focus. The thrill of the fear, the exhilaration of the blood; it all fed into a craving he couldn't quite satiate.

He relished the control he had over the situation. He knew this wasn't what heroes did, but then again, he wasn't a hero. He was something else entirely, something forged from pain, loss, and a relentless pursuit of justice.

He was something better.

The bastard was terrified, his eyes wide and pleading. Katsuki's gaze was unyielding, his movements deliberate. He reached into his belt and pulled out a serrated knife, swapping it out his bloodied one. The prisoner's breathing became erratic, muffled whimpers escaping around the gag.

Katsuki leaned in closer, his expression unreadable. The surge of power he felt in these moments was undeniable. It was as if the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders, replaced by the singular focus of his mission. The prisoner tried to scoot away, but there was nowhere to go.

With a swift motion, Katsuki brought the blade close to the prisoner's face, the edge just grazing his cheek. The prisoner flinched, his eyes squeezing shut as if that could block out the terror.

He pulled back for a moment, observing the prisoner's reaction. The gag muffled any sounds, but the sheer panic in the prisoner's face spoke volumes. Katsuki's mind was sharp, every detail of the scene imprinted in his memory. The rush of adrenaline mixed with a sense of pure ecstasy.

With deliberate slowness, Katsuki crouched down to the prisoner's level, his eyes locking onto the man's. The gagged criminal's breath quickened, the muffled sounds of his panic filling the small, dimly lit cell. Katsuki's gaze was unyielding, a silent promise of what was to come.

Katsuki's mind was a whirl of unfocused thoughts. He knew exactly what he was doing, every action calculated to elicit the maximum amount of fear and compliance. The rush was a drug, and the satisfaction of completing a particularly brutal mission was the high he constantly chased. It was a dangerous game, one that blurred the lines between justice and vengeance, but it was a game he played well.

He moved the blade slowly, methodically, just close enough to the prisoner's skin to make his point without drawing much blood.

As the blade traveled further and further down, the more excited he got.

This was bound to cause the most pain, both mental and physical. The prisoner's eyes followed the blade's every movement, body trembling with a mix of fear, agony, and anticipation. Katsuki could almost hear the unspoken pleas behind the gag, the desperate desire to avoid whatever pain might come next.

As the prisoner squirmed and struggled, Katsuki never wavered. He was in control, the master of this moment. With each passing second, the adrenaline surged through him, mingling with a sense of purpose that drove him forward in his relentless quest for justice.

He hummed as he twisted the knife, beginning to saw into the man's stomach, just below the navel. Muffled screams tore through the cell, ever so barely ringing.

"This is where a woman's womb is" Katsuki told him as he cut deep into the skin. "And this... is the perpetrator of your crime"

Not wanting to soil his hands further than necessary, he pulled out one of his handguns and shot the bastard's crotch. The noises produced from the man were so good, so perfect. The agony, it was palpable.

It was a euphoric feeling. Katsuki had full control, of course.

「He didn't.」

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