What Gives You The Right? ~ ShinDeku

Chapter: 7

TW: Flashbacks, PTSD, rape, abuse, torture, violence, death, etc..

This chapter is definitely for a mature audience and is only slightly related to the plot, I'll give a brief run down of what happened at the end of the chapter.

3rd POV

Midoriya couldn't sleep, he had gotten too much last night after being rescued, so he layed there. Shinsou had told him no more patrolling until he was fully healed and he agreed only because he knew he would be healed by tomorrow, if not the next day.

So now he was just thinking, about the salt mines actually.

He never thought he'd even give them a second glance.

He already knew where this was going so he prepared himself, keeping his mouth shut tight and squeezed his hands together before turning away from Shinsou who was on the left side of the mattress.

And so began the flashbacks.

"Shut up and take it!" The overseer screamed. There was no one to help him, in fact they were all laughing.

Laughing at the fact that this 8 and a half year old boy was bleeding from his entrance, laughing at the fact that Midoriya was screaming for help, laughing at the fact that there was a line of 20 people.

Somewhere along the line of people, Midoriya lost his voice, couldn't even count how many man had came inside of him. Couldn't count how many men forcefully face fucked him.

Couldn't count.

Couldn't breath.

Couldn't feel...

He felt so confined.

The men left, leaving the teary eyed Midoriya dripping with blood and semen on the ground.

Not to die because seconds later a gentle overseer, two actually, a man and a women, came to his aid.

He hated them. Hated then more than the others. They never did anything to him, but they didn't ever help him until after the fact.

He hated that they could stand by and watched as he was raped and abused for the fifth month now. Even if they always patched him up and gave him a small blanket to sleep on.

"Let's go.."

Midoriya held in his whine as another memory came crashing upon him.

"Go get the salt, slave!"

Midoriya coward at the voice.

When he first got here, if you had told him he would have submitted to these animals, he would've laughed at the thought.

But now, he really couldn't help it.

He quickly scurried across the room, whimpered at his fresh wounds and grabbed the small can of salt he had mined earlier that day, and running back.

He instantly crouched down to his knees, lowering his head so the overseer could easily see his bleeding and torn apart back.

Without hesitation, the man poured to entirety of the salt across his back.

He couldn't fight back the scream that pierced the air.

"Shut up!" The overseer yelled, kneeing Midoriya in the chin. "Go do your job and mine salt like the filthy rat you are. You really are good for nothing!"

Midoriya let his silent tears flow as he squeezed his eyes shut, willing them to stop. What was this? Why was he all of a sudden feeling emotion again. Why did this hit him like a bus. He liked it better when he couldn't feel..