tw: gore, what i like to call torture
yknow the goods
torture requested by @Darkst0rm666 yuh
"plot" idea from rumpity
yah
Deku woke up, shivering. His eyes couldn't pick up anything, not being able to see the room he was currently in. He blinked, and his eyelashes hit something directly in front of his eyes. It was a fabric of some sort, something thick enough that he couldn't see through, but light enough that he wouldn't realize it even was fabric at first. Everything around him was cold and dark, as if he was doused in water and shoved inside a meat freezer. His arms and legs were especially cold.
Something hit him in the side, and he let out a pained moan. What... What the fuck was happening? Who was doing this??
A hot, sticky substance dripped onto his face. He screamed out in pain from the boiling liquid. It felt like lava on his skin, and he could hear his skin sizzling and burning. It hurt like hell. More of the substance was drizzled onto his face, before his mouth was forced open by a small, dainty hand. The grip they had on Izuku's mouth was stronger than most of his classmates, practically bruising his cheeks. The same boiling liquid was poured down his throat.
His screams became muffled by the burning sensation, something thick and sweet (and boiling) meeting his tastebuds. Was that... honey? Boiling honey was being poured down Izuku's throat, his protests dying out as the honey touched it. Something pinched his nose, forcing him to swallow the molten product of bees. It traveled down his throat, bringing tears to his eyes as he struggled in his cold bonds.
The hand left his face, and Midoriya's head dropped. He was panting hard, trying to cough up the lava that was slowly breaking his internal organs. It was painful, to say the least, like someone opened his stomach and poked around with a fire iron, had the fire iron just been taken out of the fireplace. His intestines churned, melting from the heat.
A hand, more strong and calloused than the last, grabbed his hand. His fingers were splayed out, in the hand of the strangers.
Without warning, a sharp pain went through the tip of his middle finger. He unintentionally let out a scream in agony, his voice echoing off the walls of the room. It just bounced back to him, letting him hear his own shouts of desperation. He could feel something — blood — dripping down his hand. It made soft plinks as it dripped onto the floor.
The sharp pain went through each and every one of his fingers, leaving them throbbing and bleeding. Small pools of blood were already forming at his feet.
Something was ripped off his face. It was a tie, he saw, in the hands of... Tooru? Was that Tooru Hagakure? She was wearing the big sexy leather outfit, the sides and straps gleaming in the light. She looked like a dominatrix.
"You look pathetic, Deku," she sneered, her voice a little lower than usual.
Deku took a moment to look down at himself. He was wearing a slutty maid outfit. The fabric barely covered his skin. He flushed, realizing how exposed he was. But it was weird... He didn't remember putting... that on.
