Fire in Her Eyes (Bakugo x OC)

Chapter 51

(A/N: So I lowkey messed up on the times for this but I'm just gonna ignore that because I'm lazy and so like just pretend another month was added to this...idk...I'm sorry)

For a month and a half, I endured endless torture. I wasn't concerned with myself more so that I was concerned about Katsuki. At least I knew why I was feeling pain. He could just hope for the best. 

I sat in the chair for about a week straight. My stomach was connected to a bunch of tubes that attached to a machine above me. The machine had a bunch of small vials full of colored gas. The doctor would stand behind a window and press buttons that would send shocks throughout my body. I would scream and cry and beg for mercy but he didn't care. 

Then for another week, he put me inside a warehouse with no food or water. I sat in the dark for a week straight. I couldn't do anything. I started to fall asleep more often and I could barely see by the end of it. 

After that, he took me out. He proceeded to do the same thing as the first week. Except for this time, I couldn't even scream. I was so drained from everything that had happened. I just stared at the ceiling. I couldn't do anything. I could barely cry. I probably looked dead. I managed to crank my head to see myself in the mirror. 

My eyes were more sunken in and my cheekbones were visible. The doctor came in that week and gave me food and water. He decided that I needed my nutrients if this was going to work. I slowly started to look better and feel better. I was still overly skinny, though. 

The week ended with me finally getting out of the chair. I could barely stand up. I felt light-headed and weak. Who am I kidding? Throughout this entire story, I'm so weak. 

Anyways, I finally left the room for the first time that week. I ate almost a whole chicken when he gave one to me. Then I drank almost a gallon of milk and finished it off with a tub of ice cream. I started to gain weight throughout the rest of the week and onto the next week. 

After another week, the doctor came into the room that I was staying at. 

"The experiment didn't work," He said. 

"What? What do you mean it didn't work?" I looked at him in disbelief. I felt like I was going to cry. I couldn't though. I couldn't cry even if I tried. 

"It didn't work because you aren't dead," 

"So what are you going to kill me?" I glared at him. I didn't sign up for this shit. 

"No, you are still a valuable asset to the League and also this was a way to see if you were actually working with someone," He flashes me a menacing look. 

"I told you, I came here on my own free will and you shouldn't have doubted that," I mutter. 

I heard the radio behind the doctor start to speak. It was the League. We both run over to listen to what was going on. 

"You there, man?! Why don't you pick up the phone when Mr. Compress calls, you jerk?!" Twice shouts. I think he is on the phone with someone. Giran, maybe?  

"Ah, I'm afraid that would be our fault." A new voice says. It wasn't Giran though. "I assume that I'm speaking Jin Bubaigawara, the villain known as Twice?" 

"Who is this?" Twice answers. "And where is Giran?!" 

"Say why don't you check the news? Right now if you can!" The person said. His voice was deep and sounded like he was using a voice modulator. 

It was quiet for a couple minutes. I started thinking of the worst. The doctor and I stayed silent the whole time. 

"Greetings League of Villains!!" The voice shouted over the phone. "You are speaking to the Grand Commander of the Meta Liberation Army, Re-Destro!"