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🎶Chapter 21🎶

Midoriya POV

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"AAH!"

"Shut the fuck up. Your screams are annoying."

"T-then please... stop I-I can't-"

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"AH! STOP IT HURTS!"

"Haha. What? You think it won't?" Ryota laugh as he threw the whip across the room.

I raised my head a little to look at him. "W-why are you doing this? Because I got into UAMA? T-this is getting out of hand-AH!" I yelled out in pain when he stabbed the pocket knife to my side.

He forcefully pulled it out making me scream again. "You think you can talk back to me? Well newsflash Mido, I tortured a lot of people who got in my way. And wanna know what happened to them next?" He smirked

My eyes widen and I fearfully shook my head, but stop when I felt my head pounding. "They ended up dead."

By this point I started crying, more like sobbing.

Everything hurts...

The room smells like blood. My blood.

My back is bleeding and it is full of whip marks.

My stomach is full of carved words written in knife that will forever be imprinted.

Both of my sides have stab wounds and I've passed out a couples of times, but Ryota stabbed me a needle with syringe in it that will make me wake up throughout the whole torture.

My tights also have stab wounds and they're bleeding a lot. I'm just surprised I didn't passed out, but then again I am awake throughout the torture.

Don't get me started on the bruise. They're all over my body.

I'm just surprised he didn't do much on my face. Yeah he punched me and slapped me a couples times but that's all.

I let out a shaky breath. What time is it? It feels I've been here all night. Is someone going use this room?

I looked around to see the classroom empty and a couple of desk and chairs placed neatly on the side of the room.

I let out a sigh of defeat. Who am I kidding? This room looks like it hasn't been used in a while so I doubt someone will use it.

I tried moving my wrist making the chains rattle, hissing in pain when I feel it throbbing.

"Now," he started as he took out another knife. But it looks sharper than any knife he had used on me, yet it is small. "This is a SOG Flash II Knife. I used this knife to sign my initial of my victims face." He said as he let out a grin.

He's insane...

"I-if you do that, don't you think the cops will find y-you?" I questioned.

He scoffed. "What? You think I will actually get into UAMA with my real identity? The cops are already finding me for the multiples murderers I've done. So no, I don't think they will..."