summoner (bakukiri x reader)

Chapter Eleven

I was in front of a huge man. Once I entered through the big door I came face to face with him. He was scary. He was big with a muscled body. He had a skull tattoo on his left upper arm. He was bald and had dull brown eyes. Even though his eyes were dull they shined whit something I hadn't seen before. He knew what was going to happen and he seemed overjoyed by it.

They sat me down on a metal chair. I looked up at the two men in front of me. The guard was looking away and the other man was looking at my body. So what do I need to do? The man spoke. This scared me a little bit. What did he mean by that? What's going on? The gaurd still didn't make eye contact we need to know everything she knows about the boys. Since we need to keep the dragon unconscious and the prince won't talk. She will have to. Those words rang through my head. What did he mean?! Was he talking about bakugo and kiri? Who's this prince they are talking about? I only then noticed that the gaurd had left and that the other person was binding my legs to the chair. I got out of my trance and started struggling. I hands were already bound behind the back of the chair. I was trapped. What do you want from me!? I yelled. Answers. He said bluntly. On what!? I don't know anything! I yelled again. Tears started forming in my eyes. We need to know what the barbarians are doing here. You know, the people you were traveling with. He said this while moving behind me. I heard some metal against metal and I was growing more anxious by the second. The man moved back into view. So will you tell me? He asked. I can't tell you anything I swear! I don't know anything! Well that's to bad! The man said a grin. Spreading across his face.
You know why? He asked the grin becoming even bigger. Because pain is the best way to remember! He whispered in my ear. A chill ran through my whole body. My eyes went wide. I looked at the man in front of me. His face held pure insanity. I looked down towards his hands he was holding a pocket knife in one hand and some rope in the other. Before I could scream out the thick rope was put between my teeth. My screams came out muffled when he slowly traced the knife down from my shoulder to my hand. He lifted his hand, faced the point of the knife down and rammed the knife in my hand. I burst out in tears. I wanted to scream it out but it was muffled by the rope. He didn't stop there either he ripped the knife back out and moved on to my other hand. He brought the knife down again just to be followed by muffled screaming. He took the knife out again. By now I was  crying my eyes out. My hands were bleeding and they hurt like hell. After that everything became a blur. I could hear myself trying to scream only to be muffled and I could hear the man's chuckle turn into laughter and into maniacal screaming. But on the other hand my screaming became crying, became sobbing and eventually stopped completely. I didn't know what was going on all I knew, as that I somehow deserved it. When he moved to my legs and opened them a little bit something inside of me snapped. I was fully aware of what was happening. I could feel every cut being made, every bruise that he put on my body. I felt all of it and at the same time I felt nothing. I felt the burning sensation of the knife on my soft and tender skin but I couldn't care less about it. The only thing on my mind was. I deserve this, don't I? I  let my friends down I let my family down and I let myself down. I absolutely deserve every bit of it. The man noticed my emotionless expression and stopped laughing. He looked at me in confusion. He looked at my tear stained face my bloody body and then in my eyes. My dull, red and puffy eyes that looked lifeless back at him. The man first looked kinda sad then he cracked a smile. What, did I break you already. That was fast. He broke out in a fit of laughter. When he finally stopped he looked back at me. Even though he had cut open every part of my body my face was spotless. That needed to change. He took his knife and pointed it at my face. I just looked at the knife boredly before looking back at the man in front of me. This apparently enraged him because the next thing I knew the knife was bloody once more and my sight became red and blurred. He had Cut open my face from just above my right eyebrow to my collarbone. This action made my eyes widen just a bit and a tear ran down my face. The wound instantly began to bleed. I felt the thick liquid run down my face. The man clicked his tongue and turned around. I couldn't see what he was doing but after a moment a blood stained handkerchief fel to the floor. He turned his head just enough to look at me with one eye. That wasn't supposed to happen. He said. after that he left and someone else came in. It was the kind gaurd with the yellow eyes and hair. When he saw me his expression became shocked and then went to worried. He looked like a father that just found his child all beaten up. It was quite the sight. A gaurd worried about a prisoner. I would have laughed but I couldn't. Not only was my voice gone from screaming, something inside me just didn't allow me to laugh. As if I didn't know how to anymore. The guard untied me and picked me up. We rushed out of the room back into the room with the fountain. We went to the other side but before the guard even making it there I passed out.

I woke up in a strange room. I tried sitting up but I was puched back down. Lay down please. A male voice said. I am the doctor of this prison. Your torture was brutal and you lost a lot of blood. Memories started coming back. About the man, the torture, being unable to express emotions, my eye and the guard. What happened to the guard? I asked. You should worry about yourself right now, but if you really want to know, he brought you here and left. He looked quite worried you don't see that every day. The doctor said in a monotone voice. So how bad are my injuries? I asked. Nothing to severe accept for the wound on your eye. You will probably lose all sight in it and it will leave a permanent scar. He said in a bored tone. Normally I would have cried but no tears came out. I didn't even feel sad. What was going on? I thought. There will be scars on you body as well. He continued. You were quite lucky your hands were so chained up if not for that and you got a scar on your hand you would have lost the ability to summon your demons. So be glad. He ended. I looked at him with my dull eyes and nodded. Thank you doctor, but what now? You asked. You noticed the lack of emotion in your voice and were kinda surprised. You will be guided to your cell in a few minutes. You will probably get some food to. He added. Alright. I said sitting up. The doctor looked surprised for a moment before going back to his bored look.

I was back at the door of my sell. Some older guard had come to pick me up and shoved me in. I was back inside the cold and dark room. In the state I was in the gaurd didn't even bother putting me in chains. He just locked the door and left. I looked around the fimiliar room and went to sit down at the other side. The body that used to fill up the room was gone. So your still alive after all. A fimiliar bored voice said. Not that you look so alive. He added. Yea I'm alive. I said in my monotone voice. Damn kid was it really that bad? He asked slightly worried. I guess, I don't remember much of it. I retorted. Well at least you're alive, not many can say that. I stayed quiet. I didn't want to talk. Before coming here I got some bread, so I wasn't hungry. I wasn't tired either. So I just sat there staring at my now uncuffed hands. Why don't you summon them? The voice said with a hint of curiosity. I looked at were the voice was coming from. I don't know, I haven't been able to reach them since I got here. I said looking at the black and red symbol on my right hand. I looked from my and to my arm. It was completely covered in bandages. I looked at my body, also covered. My legs, covered. Damn even my feet were covered. I reached up to my face. I felt the bandages on the right side. I let my hand slide down to my neck, covered. This was bad. Another of those sessions and I would be dead. The man sighed. Don't worry kid. He said. If it was as bad as I think, they will leave you alone for a while. The door flew open and someone got thrown in. The moment he hit the floor he got back up and charged for the door. The door closed and got locked. He got to the door and started pounding on it. Let me out. His voice yelled. You have to let me see them! It yelled again. When I get out of here you're all dead! He ended. It seemed so fimiliar. When i got a better look I knew why. B-bakugo?