White Roses🥀

Pain~🥀💔

I regained consciousness in the middle of a black room. It took me a minute to open my eyes because of the heaviness my eye lids held. I squinted my eyes and looked around, I tried to move but discovered that I was handcuffed to a chair, and naked. I was cold and my body hurt, I looked down and saw bruises, cuts, and blood all over me. I couldn't remember what happened, all I know is that my legs were broken and I couldn't move even if I wasn't held down. I sat there for what felt like hours until Dabi walked in.

"Hello, Izuku. I see you're awake?" He said as he walked closer to me.

I looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. I felt weak, tired, dead. I wish I was at that moment.

"How are you feeling? I sure hope you feel powerless, I don't want you to fight me off." He said circling my chair, my head hung. My eyes widened a little bit in fear.

"Seeing you like this really turns me on!" He said as he pulled my hair forcing my head to go back. He then cut me, starting at my hip and sliding the knife in a straight line to the side of my right knee. It hurt so bad to the point I couldn't even scream. The room started to spin and I felt dizzy from the blood loss. I blacked out and couldn't remember anything after that.

I awoke once again in the room except I was chained to the wall and was laying on my stomach. I felt a faint burning in my ass, but didn't think too much of it. I was more focused on my leg which was bandaged and was being iced.

The door opened once more and a chair was placed in front of me. Dabi took his seat and held out a bowl of Katsudon to me.

"Eat!" Dabi stated, and I knew he meant business. I looked up at him and back at the plate at least 4 times before I turned my head and put it back down on the cold hard floor facing away from him.

He grabbed my hair and forced me to face him.

"EAT!" I looked at the plate and stared at it, he lifted a fork to my mouth and it had a bit of the pork and rice on it. 'Why does everyone hate me?' I hesitantly opened my mouth and grabbed it off the utensil, but I chewed it slowly hoping it would just dissapear from my mouth if I chewed long enough. As I swallowed, my throat began to burn and I started to cough up blood. He smirked and stopped feeding me.

"Guess that was too much for you, huh? If you want the rest then eat it, if not I'll be back for it," He said as he stood. He took the fork with him leaving me with no chance of escape, but at this point I felt helpless. I ended up just staring at the wall and falling into a deep, painful sleep.

"Please, stop!" I cried as I begged him to get off of me. "Please, it hurts!" I once again yelled out, sobbing.

"Don't worry Izu, it'll stop hurting soon. I promise, baby." He said devilishly. I had felt that all of my insides were being ripped from their sockets every movement he made. Constantly pushing himself into me and hitting me. I thought that my whole body was going to be ripped into a million pieces.

Why did this have to happen to me? I didn't understand what it was until we had sex ed in middle school, and when I found out what it was, I was horrified. I was scared for life, emotionally and mentally.

I've never been in so much pain for the entirety of a week. My mom said I had an off and on fever, I couldn't walk without feeling like I was on fire, and I could only lay a certain way. My mom only knew about the fevers, I never told her about the burning pain in my lower end, or my emotions for that matter.