章 9: Life or Death, Right Katsuki?

Shigaraki was losing his already thin patience. He suggested to Toga about draining Midoriya and using it to their advantage, which worked… mostly. The League's boss was about to strangle the blonde haired bitch, watching her blissed-out sex face disintegrate into thin air before moving to Bakugou to do the same.

Toga instead told him and Kurogiri that she was just going to break him, make him bleed. Shigaraki barely gave her a pleased smirk under his Father's hand, brushing off her new stupid ideas and drowning himself in a bottle of whiskey. Kurogiri reluctantly asked what her idea was, not really on board of cleaning up her bloody mess of what will be left of the teen. She just told him to warp Bakugou to the same warehouse they use for bigger projects, and so he did.

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Katsuki's body hit cold tiling with a loud /thump/, waking him up from a previously restless sleep. His eyes blinked away dried tears slowly, the red orbs trying to focus on the dim warehouse lighting, as his body woke up. A groan escaped his chapped lips, he felt the dry skin crack and rip open.

His stomach growled angrily. He did eat some of the curry and drank the gatorade Kurogiri had given him via warp gate… But that didn't mean his body didn't try to reject it. Just thinking about food has his stomach in a war, his mind weighing out its options to chew the dry skin of his lips for /some/ sort of sustenance or to just starve and wait it out.

Either way, food or not, he just wants to escape.

Escape? That's your fucking brilliant plan…? How will I escape like this?!

His mind felt like a different person entirely. His usual rough, angry exterior has now shriveled inside himself; the anger now only pointed at himself. His mind gave him blunt thoughts and ideas, but no solutions to his current situation other than "Kill yourself, you piece of shit."

He coughed out a chuckle. The one cough turned into a small marathon, his lungs taking in too much of the dusty air around him, the dust bunnies tickling his throat.

"…Four," he managed to croak out in his hacking process. "Almost half way, Katsuki."

A warp gate appeared near his bent forward form, and the footsteps nearing him were light and airy; he knew who they belonged to: Toga.

"Katsuki, I'll be introducing a new sort of play time. This'll hurt. You'll bleed. Shigaraki's approving of this, he'll be accompanying me when I play with you," her tone was different—on edge his mind supplied—and Katsuki felt anxious. He wanted her soft voice back.

"Kurogiri will maybe give you food or something. I don't care anymore, you're nothing now. Just a tool for us to get closer to killing you brats," Toga looked down at him, her gold eyes narrowed as his red eyes widen with fear.

"Now it's five right? I know you're counting, Katsuki."

Bakugou swallowed a painful sob. He felt her soft hands grope his body roughly, the opposing sensations making him shiver violently. "Warm," he managed to croak out, his voice foreign in his ears.

Toga giggled wildly, the noise shrill and more familiar in his ears than his own voice. "No, no, don't get comfortable. The comfort is a lie, all a joke. All to get you to open up, brat."

The words went in one ear and were absorbed into his brain. He felt something cold press into his chest and he barely flinched when he felt the wound open and blood leak out. The only warmth he felt was the small trails of blood slide down his torso, trembling when it registered she was nowhere near touching him.

Toga's giggle rang out in his ears but Bakugou wasn't really sure it was her or just the alarms going off in his head that he's dying. Either way, the sound was too loud and he tried to move his hands to cover his ears in a petty attempt to hide away, then noticing the weights on his wrists and the same cold metal cuffs hiding his hands away. A choked sob escaped his throat as he squirmed around, feeling the now healing cut crack open and a new wave of fresh blood leak.

Bakugou heard faint laughter behind him, maybe it was Shigaraki? He couldn't tell. Toga cried out a giggling "Six-y six!" The two sounds blended and whisked together in his foggy mind, while his mind was supplying its own ideas.

"Let's go Toga. He should be good like that for the day anyways," Shigaraki pushed himself off the throne of boxes he sat on, walking near Bakugou with almost a pep to his step. "Maybe he'll die tonight from how much he's bleeding… Seriously, you fucker, how many times did ya slice him?"

Toga giggled as a response, dropping a couple blades near Bakugou's bloody legs. His eyes widened with fear, not even realizing he didn't feel the other times she had cut him up and left him to bleed. He tried to call for her, tried to get her to wrap him in a blanket, give him kisses, a hand job, anything.

He needed her warmth. Not his own, pouring out of his own body in its own petty escape to jump ship before he closes his eyes.

"…Num—?" He doesn't realize that he asked the empty warehouse.

Seven, his mind supplies.