drugged - vikturi

A text - Prologue

It all started with a text.

A number I cannot recall.

0955273140

The single text that I received.

The text that read...

"You belong to me."

That was it.

Nothing happened after that.

Until the day I woke up with a dirty, gross feeling.

With a pulsing ache deeply engraved into my mind.

--

Yuri Katsuki. A normal senior at Blackview Academy. An honour student. He was the sweetheart of the school, being rather popular, smart and caring, he was also a teacher's pet. Though, a friend to all, there were those people. The people who made school utter hell.

For Yuri, at least.

There he was. Locked inside of the bathroom stall. The sound of harsh banging on the stall door. The faint cries of himself echoing throughout the white room.  His cries, along with the sound of the constant insults and yells of the others. He held his head between his knees, silently sobbing.

Make it stop...

My life's utter hell, thanks to them.

Fuck, my parents don't even care for me.

They deserve... to be...

Punished.

He was abused at home. His parents were far from nice. Even though they may seem to be. He wore clothes twice his size to hid the fact that he is actually malnourished.

--Yuri's POV--

"M-Mom..." I spoke in fear, a belt threatening to strike at any moment. My mothers purely angry face didn't change. She just stared down at me, almost in... disgust.

"You're just nothing. I'm just wasting time doing this..." She threw the belt at me, it slapping me in the face. The impact surely would cause a bruise. My mother stormed out, leaving me a crippled mess in the middle of my room.

I just sobbed. Sobbed until I fell asleep on the floor.

I'm fucked up.

This world...

Deserves... punishment.

A text.

I got a text,

From an unknown number.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, tapping on the notification.

"You belong to me."

That's all it read. I shrugged it off as spam, or maybe, somebody playing a prank on me. I noticed the time. 8:20. I'm late.
"Shit." I curse under my breath.
"You little shit. You're late. Get to school. Or there'll be consequences." My mother said in a harsh voice, throwing my backpack at my face. I tutted, picking up my bag and putting it around my shoulder.

"I'm going to school."

I left.