Stay alive, my love

Welcome to hell

Nagisas POV:
It was time for me to leave, so I grabbed my book bag and headed for the door but before I could make it I was hit hard over the head and knocked into unconsciousness.
Severe physical child abuse warning and mentions of drugs:
I awoke to the sound of hysterical laughter. I groggily opened my eyes trying to push away the smashing pain in my head. Scanning the room I noticed I was in the back room of my basement. The room my mother liked to lock me up in for hours on end as form of punishment. This time was different however. I was chained up. My arms were shackled  above me with tight medal chains and my feet also tightly shackled to the floor. My wrist shackles were longer than my ankle shackles leaving my upper body falling forward a little bit while my ankles were skin cuttingly chained to the cold stone wall. I was gagged. And there in the corner of the room was my mother. She looked utterly deranged. Her eyes were as red as a bloodhounds. She was clearly baked. She tends to hurt me more when she's on meth. Meth can make people have strong mood outbursts and causes agitation. But this time is different. She looks utterly sadistic.

Karmas POV:
When I got to school I noticed Nagisa wasn't around. I tried to shrug it off but I had a bad gut feeling. Maybe he's just late...
1st period: the teacher took roll call.
"Nagisa Shiota?"
No response.
2nd period:
"Nagisa Shiota?"
Nothing.
3rd period
"Nagisa Shiota?"
No blue haired boy responded.
By this time I was a little nervous. I mean he's just so mysterious. He was pretty much beaten to a pulp from the last time I saw his body. Plus he's never eating. Did the person who's beating him get him again? Or was he so starved he collapsed? I shouldn't be worried. He's just taken a day off. Right?
Nagisa and I had exchanged phone numbers from when we last met. I decided to shoot him a quick text asking if everything was okay. No response.
4th period:
"Is Nagisa Shiota present today?"
Quiet.
Ughhh..... I'm... I think I may be.. scared? Why? I hate people. I like picking fights with dumbasses on the streets and messing with the bullies at school. I've never felt worried for some random kid I've just met before. So why him? I kind of hate it. But I kind of love it. But I hate it. But I love it.
What?

Nagisas POV:
I was begging my mom to let me out of the shackles but my voice was muffled since my mouth was smothered with a gag. All that came out was mashed up and jumbled noises.
"Nagisa my dear" my mother said in a slurred voice. "Relax. I just want to have a little fun with you! Now hush, my love."
It was useless. She was starting to approach me in a stumbling and drunken manner. I crumpled back in fear as I tried to absorb myself into the wall I was shackled to. I felt the fear. And then it came.
Pain
Blood
Tears
Screams
Every time I was near to passing out, she would splash cold water in my face to keep me awake. It. Was. Hell. She took my gag out saying she "wanted to hear my screams".

Karmas POV:
It was the end of the school day and Nagisa hadn't shown up to class. I also hadn't received a message from him in response.
Yup. I'm fucking worried. Laugh all you want, but I care about Nagisa. Don't know why. And I don't have time to try to figure it out or even care right now. I need to see if he's okay.
I bolted down the hallway at top speed pushing kids aside. People were glaring at me but I screamed at them to "fuck off" as I ran faster than the speed of light out the school and down the forest, past the creek, and finally, too Nagisas run down shack of a house. There was very VERY muffled screaming inside. You could barely hear it from out here. Nagisa.
I banged on the door trying to get in to no avail. I pushed the door down with a hard kick that gave my foot a bit of a cramp. Now that I was inside the house the screaming was a bit louder but still pretty muffled. By this point I was scared shitless. Scared fucking shitless. Nagisa. I'm so so scared for you. Who is this person that has you and what are they doing to you.
Another petrifying scream. Muffled. But not enough to hide the excruciating pain in it.
I was zipping around the house trying to find where the noise was coming from when I saw a kind of "trap door" I guess you could call it. I pressed my ear against the door. Yup. Bloodcurdling screams filled my ears.
I grasped at the handle trying to get it open, but it was bolted shut. I tried to bang the wooden door in. Nothing but excruciating pain befell my foot as I hopelessly repeated kicking the door over and over again. There's thick medal underneath that wood, binding it shut. And TIGHTLY at that. I was grasping at my hair, about to call the police when a piece of scraped paper caught my eye through my peripheral. I snatched it up. It read:
"If this brat even had any friends that came over to look for him which I sincerely doubt, you should know, if you try to contact the police in any way, I will kill nagisa. I will know if you do attempt to contact them. And by that I mean, I have a security camera watching you reading this note right now, the footage is connected to my phone which alerts me whenever it detects movement. This means I am alerted when you find the trap door and I will be watching you through my phone. If you pick up your phone, I will assume you're calling for help and kill nagisa. If I see you leave the camera, I will assume you are trying to get help. I will kill him if that happens. So just sit tight and enjoy the screams. When I'm done I'll come up and blackmail you some more. Xoxo- the shameful mother of this worthless boy"

What. The. Fuck.