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It’s hot.
Why is it so hot?
Your brain can only process the heat as you wake. The dryness of your mouth has you moving your jaw around. When you try to gather spit in your mouth to relieve the dryness nothing happens. Your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.
Your eyelids are heavy, you just can’t seem to open them. Trying to move your hand to rub the weight and sleep out of them. There’s no payoff to the extreme amount of effort you put in to bringing your hand to your face. There’s a heftiness on your wrists, and a numbness running through your arms, everything combined with the heat causes your jaw to clench. The chill of the metal against your wrists and ankles conflicts with the heat of the room.
Realizing the weight around your wrists is cuffs, you recognize the tinkle noise as chains. Why are you chained? Two sets of chains are attached to your body, attached to your wrists, connecting you to the ceiling. The second set keeps you on the ground, with a bar between your ankles. You can feel softness under your knees, you’re kneeling on a soft cushion, knees forced apart and arms lifted in a Y position. The cushion is almost too soft, the velvety texture causes you to clench your jaw. A similar sensation to tickling the roof of your mouth with your tongue absentmindedly rushes through your body when you focus too much on it. You can feel the cloudiness begin leave your mind, and you’re able to slit your eyes open. Barely, but it’s a start. Observing the chain it looks delicate, but there is no give when you pull.
The forced position had caused you’re hands to fall asleep and your feet do not appreciate the weight of your body pushing into your calves. You are grateful for the small comfort of the cushion. Your wearing a plain set of underwear. You try to not focus on how much skin you have exposed.
As your memories of the previous days come back, the severity of your situation return to the forefront of your mind, you start to wish for the cloudiness to return as the memories become more solid. You wish you could forget where you were, at least then you wouldn’t have to feel the dread of being with him, he shouldn’t have even looked at you twice.
No, this wasn’t right. You weren’t important enough to be where you are, you should’ve been placed somewhere and with someone lower in the ranks of the PLF. Somewhere where you could escape easier. You don’t even have a quirk! You weren’t important in this war. You were barely a side character. If anything you were an extra whose shoulder was in the screen of the movie. Followed by that scene being cut. You were nobody. You shouldn’t be here, with him.
You open your eyes fully. Grateful the room is empty while you adjust to your surroundings. The room is oversized. Your apartment room could fit in the area easily. There is an irori table in front of you, a few feet away. It helps illuminate the otherwise dark room.
Where is he? Why was he leaving you in your own? Why would he go through the effort of possessing you when there were pro hero’s he could’ve had in this position instead? It made no sense. You shouldn’t be here.
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You’d been hiding in the woods for two weeks now. Grateful for you’re love of camping and hiking that made you capable of what you needed to do until your ticket out came. You had made a connection who was going to help you get to America. Escape the destruction that the Paranormal Liberation Front caused in your home. Realistically no one was even looking for you. You however couldn’t rid yourself of the feeling of eyes on you.
The hero’s lost. Endeavor was missing. Most of the hero’s seemed to be missing. Hawks had betrayed his fellow hero’s. His flip to the villains side caused massive loss on the hero’s side. It had broken your heart that the hero you’d seen at the agency, always with a friendly smile on his face could betray so many. They won. Brutally. This new world was harsh and bright in its intrusiveness. It’s devastating to witness. Thinking of the destruction and pain radiating throughout your home brought a lump to your throat. So you focused on getting out. Everything you’ve known was torn from you. You and those around you no longer knew where to look for comfort of the everyday, while your life wasn’t thrilling before, it was simple and you enjoyed it.
You had worked for Endeavors agency. You did paperwork. Not even vital to the world paperwork. It was monotonous work, but it allowed you to be apart of the hero world in a small way. You never got to speak to any of the hero’s who walked through the agency everyday, but it was exciting to get to observe them in person. You never tricked yourself into believing you were important however. You never even got to meet Endeavor before the fall began and he most likely didn’t even know what your job entailed.
After the fall of Hero society you helped with one job. Only one. It wasn’t a big job, it was a minor inconvenience to the villains and it seemed an almost pointless assignment to the hero side. You finally got your meeting experience with the number one hero. You mentally wish that you didn’t have to meet him, you preferred the life you had before getting to meet him. Where you were just an observer. You liked to think of your life was different you could’ve had a bigger role in helping others.
All you did was redirect a shipment of medical equipment, pain medications, antibiotics, things like that. You almost peed yourself trying to pretend like you knew what you were talking about, like you were an official and someone to listen to. You just needed them on a different truck, a different path that was easier to intercept.
One of the members of the PLF caught you after you tried to sneak out. The redirect already happened and you stayed until you heard Endeavor had intercepted the much needed supplies. You were supposed to leave right away, but you wanted to make sure you’d succeeded. A small part of you wanted to see the reaction of the villains to your success. This member didn’t seem overly smart, you didn’t know who he was. He thought he only needed to confront you and you’d lay down and do as he said. You were after all just a quirkless nobody. He seemed to sense your weakness and puffed up, trying to intimidate you. It was working, especially since you couldn’t gage his quirk. It was absolutely dumb luck that you got away however. He backed into a box of supplies and fell. And you ran. Hurting your shoulder on a doorway when you ran into it on your way out. You are beyond lucky such an idiot is who caught you. Anyone else would have been on you as you fell to your ass after running into the doorway.
When the villains came and went through the survivors caught to pick and choose who they wanted as war trophies and who to simply kill you already knew you’d be killed or one of the lower members would pick you off to keep as a toy or a maid. You hoped for the latter so you could have a chance at escape, no matter how small.
It was your current but frustratingly consistent strain of bad luck that the idiot was there that day. You kept your head down, hoping to not be noticed. He looked like someone who would take others abuse towards him and heap it on someone weaker than him. Power hungry without the ability to gather any power.
You recognize some of the hero’s here. Uravity and Dynamight are in the spotlight. You see a blond with pigtails and insane looking eyes grab Uravity by her chin. She seems thrilled at her find and starts talking excitedly about how much fun they are going to have together.
“It’s my best friend! Did you come here cause you knew I’d be here? I knew you wanted to spend more time with me, you could’ve just told me, you didn’t have to go through all of this!”
Uravity looked more bewildered the more the blond spoke.
Dynamight however apparently didn’t come here quietly. He has quirk repressing cuffs and he’s gagged. He’s still yelling however. His face and neck red, his veins seemed close to bursting with the effort. You wonder who in the world would attempt to try and keep him as a trophy. You’re shocked he wasn’t simply disposed of honestly. It would probably be the safer option. You mentally bet yourself whoever takes him is going to die.
In looking at the scenario ahead of you you didn’t notice the hero nearest you until she started talking. It’s the rabbit hero: Mirko. She starts speaking in a taunting voice and you have to turn your head to see she’s speaking to a smugly grinning Hawks.
“I was hoping it would be you who came and found me, bringing me to your home will keep me from having to hunt you down you prissy peacock.” She says to the former pro. Her voice was filled with a glee you didn’t understand given the current situation. She looked energized at the prospect of Hawks taking her as a trophy. You could see her shoulders strain as she fought against the restraint to get closer to Hawks.
“I just couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you to anyone else songbird.” He knelt down to put his face close to hers, running gloves finger gently down her cheek. He matched her energy. “What can I say I am still a sucker for good thighs. I bought some new toys I think you’ll find thrilling, I’ve been waiting to get you back in my hands.” They both smiled at each other in a threatening way, that was laced with familiarity and dislike.
You watched as Hawks trailed his nose against Mirkos. Both had their mouth open slightly, looking as if they were holding back from a kiss.
“Seems fitting you’d need assistance from toys to bring me a thrill chicken dick.” Mirko said slowly, her tongue flicked against the tip of Hawks nose.
Hawks laughed menacingly and the look that passed between the two made a blush spread across your face. People threatening each other shouldn’t be giving you the feeling of being a voyeur, but you felt like you were apart of something you shouldn’t be.
You don’t know which one of these two are going to kill the other, but you have a feeling in your gut one of them wasn’t going to live much longer. The crazed look on Mirkos face had you mentally bank on her not being Hawks prisoner for long. She was going to devour him.
In your observation of the two, you’d forgotten you were hiding your face. The idiot had seen you and made his way over. His face was twisted in rage. Fuck.
“You!” His eyes darkened further as he recalled your face. “You’re the bitch who caused me so much trouble with the medical delivery! Do you have any idea who you made me deal with? It was his supplies I had to explain away! How lucky I came tonight! No one’s is going to bother bringing home a quirkless nothing.” He said cruelly. “Don’t worry, I am willing to claim you and I can demonstrate what he did to me on you, I can think of so many ways you can make it up to me too!”
He was easy to get away from once, if he took you, you could probably get away again. You were about to respond when a deep, raspy voice to the side spoke up.
“I don’t think I was that harsh Slider, and I was under the impression it was Endeavors sidekicks, several of them in fact that caused that annoyance.” A man bent and read the tag around your neck with your information. “Not some quirkless little thing.” A tall slender man, healthy and scarred skin patched together, and black hair and unsettling blue eyes kneeled in front of you. “At least that’s what you told me when I questioned you. Is this why security footage glitched out during this so called raid? So I wouldn’t see this beauty doing the minimal amount of work to get around you’re security?” His fingers traced your jaw and lifted your face to so that you made eye contact with him. His smile looked like he was trying to be reassuring, but succeeded in only making you feel threatened and small. Dabi.
“Hi.” He said quietly, ignore the man standing in fear behind him.
Hi? Did he just say hi? This man you’ve seen on the news causing wide spread panic and fear, just said hi.
“Hi.” You said back, feeling stupid at how scared you sounded.
You look behind him, his gaze was too intense to hold, and see the idiot looking panicked and fear filled his eyes. You also mentally responded to yourself that being a quirkless little thing is preferable in your current situation. The desire to own and punish you for the perceived wrongs of the hero’s was slim. He was only using you to invoke fear in the man behind him. The idiot was right, no one here would look twice at you.
So why wasn’t Dabi looking away from you?
“She was with them, obviously there was more than her. I-I-I wouldn’t lie to you Dabi.” The man tried to look calm and casual while nervously chuckling.
The patchwork man moved his hands from your jaw to run through your hair. He didn’t pull or hurt you but you can’t help the terrified squeak that left your throat. Dabi only smiled wider at your reaction to his touch.
“Was it more than just you? Or is he lying to me?” He loudly whispered, like you were having a friendly conversation. “Be honest with me little Mouse.”
You try to decide your best option. If you lie for the idiot maybe he will be kind if he takes you home. If you lie to Dabi and he knows it however, you don’t want to think of what he could do to you if he simply desires it. The hand tangled in your hair could go up in flames at any moment. You really didn’t want the idiot to touch you either. For some reason that made no sense to you, Dabi felt like the safer person in this situation.
You decide being truthful to the cremation villain is the smartest move.
“It was just me, it wasn’t a big enough job for Endeavor to send anyone important or useful, it was just getting some needed supplies to a few of the injured. I didn’t even have a weapon. People were hurt, I-I just wanted to help.”
Dabi smiled and raised his eyebrows. It was not a comforting smile. “Aren’t you sweet.” He said softly.
“Not really.” You said quietly. Why are you talking?
Dabi moved until he ran his nose up your neck and into your hair. “I don’t believe you. I can smell your sweetness.” He clicked his tongue and you can see the idiot take a step back as Dabi turned his gaze to the man behind him.
“And did this completely waste of quirk put up a valiant fight against you little Mouse.” He said without breaking eye contact with the idiot. His hand still tangled in your hair.
“He tripped over a box and fell and I ran away, and I ran into a wall, but I was able to get away.” Why did you tell him you ran into a wall? You could’ve left that part out.
“Amazing.” Dabi said and gave you an approving look before releasing your hair and gripped under your chin to force eye contact again for a moment, his gaze softened. “Good girl.” He purred at you before removing his touch and he turned on his heel and walked to one of the workers and pointed at you. He smiled at you as he watched the handler came over to you. “Looks like you’ve caught Dabis eye! He doesn’t usually show an interest in any of this.” He said like you should be grateful for Dabis attention. He’d pulled out a syringe and let out a chuckle when you tried to to pull away from the pinch as he injected you with something that had you seeing black within a few moments. You hoped Dabi killed the idiot for bringing you to his attention.
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From behind you, you hear the pull and heavy thud of a door. You try to maintain your even breathing. You know whose standing behind you. The silence is stifling. You wonder why he’s not just coming to your front and starting whatever horrors he’s decided for you.
You shouldn’t be here. This cushion shouldn’t be meant for you. How did this happen? Your already warm body begins to get hotter as panic sets in.
Should you turn your head and try to move whatever this is along? Get tonight over with? Or do you just remain obediently silent looking down. Something feels sour in your stomach at the idea of being obedient when you saw so many fight and give their lives fighting him. What right did you have to try and make your time easy? Or his for that matter. You mentally make the decision you’re not going to give him an easy time. So you turn your head, twisting to look behind you as far as you can.
A hand, palm unnaturally hot grabs your chin from behind, and turns your head back to the front. The palm under your chin heats up just to the beginning stages of pain as a warning, and is quickly removed. The hand reappears smoothing up the side of your neck, forcing your head to the side, stretching out, the same is repeated on the other side, this time it’s pushed too far into a stretch you have the sudden relief of a crack. A panicked squeal and you try and fail to leave his grasp.
Your brain has a brief moment of panic that he’s got you here just to break your neck and kill you. The relief that it wasn’t intentional, it was simply him giving a small demonstration that he can make you move the way he needs. He doesn’t even need to be threatening to make you bend to his will. You’re off to a really bad start at fighting him.
“Little mouse, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. I was starting to worry they didn’t get your dosage right. I am finding myself unable to be patient with the idea of playing with you.”
You feel the weight of his head rest on your shoulder, his cheek pressed to yours.
“You slept through dinner, I brought a nutrition shot, it’ll give your body what it needs to keep you healthy, but it’s not a very satisfying way to get it, If you want solid food you’re going to have to be timely and behave.” A pinch on your ass had you straining as a burn ran through your veins as whatever he was injecting made its way into your bloodstream. “And it hurts like a bitch entering your body. But I can’t have you weak. Well weaker than you are normally.”
Does he want a response? Is that really a nutrition shot? Is there something else in it? What if it’s poison. He doesn’t seem like someone who would kill someone in such a hands off way, at least from what you know of him. Seeing the destruction and chaos left after one of his attacks always scared you, you’d always found him more terrifying than any of the other members of the league. Shigaraki scared you shitless with his out of control anger. But you always thought Dabi was more terrifying. He seemed to take more planning in his attacks. Put more thought into the destruction he caused.
He finally circles around to your front. You look into his blue eyes and wonder how eyes can glow like that. Is it part of his quirk? The blue fire within seen through his eyes. His patchwork skin is fascinating to see up close. You’re momentarily grateful for the cuffs on your wrists from preventing you from seeing what his rough skin felt like versus the smooth. With his skin being so hot you wonder if that makes his staples burn.
He is in what you assume would be his night time clothes. It threw you off seeing him look so comfortable. Plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. Like he was ready to take out the garbage to the cans and hop into bed. Almost domestic. You wonder if he’s simply trying to mess with you with his outfit. Pretend he’s not threatening. Like he’s just a person. You mentally shake your head at the insanity of that thought. He’s not wearing pajamas to mess with you. You’re over thinking, you need to steady yourself.
“For tonight I am allowing freedom in your speech and for looking me in the eye. However, there are simple rules for tonight while I get you prepared what I expect from you starting tomorrow. Think of questions you have for me, and despite the laxness in my rules for the night, I expect you to speak with respect and that you’ll do as your told and answer my questions truthfully. I have a very low tolerance for liars. When you speak to me I expect you refer to me as sir, lord, master, if you’re feeling in a mood I will accept daddy as well.” His voice went low at the last suggestion and when he waggled his eyebrows at you, he almost gave the impression that he was simply trying to amuse himself.
His hands grasp either side of your face and his face gets so close to yours you could stick your tongue out and touch his mouth with it. You wonder if that would gross him out or create a different reaction that you are trying to keep out of your imagination. What is wrong with your brain?
“Do you understand me little mouse?”
You decide this is a moment you can see what happens when you push, you’ll follow his instructions but not in the way he wants.
”I don’t know if you’re aware I am in fact not some sort of pet or toy, I am a person. What is wrong with you that you think you can just do this to another person? It’s crazy and You’re disgusting and insane and not to mention an idiot if you think I am just going to go along with whatever you say, sir.”
You make sure to drip as much venom into what you say. Sir at least isn’t embarrassing to say, you’re secretly glad for the option. You called all of the higher ups Sir at work.
He stares you in the eyes, you can see his smile in his eyes. You haven’t upset him, you’ve amused him.
“I am thrilled you’re just as excited as me to get started in breaking you, and I think sir is off the list, it seems giving you something like relief will only encourage an attitude instead gratitude. Keep in mind while you are trying to learn about me I am observing how to best break you, everything you do and everything you say is informing me on how hard I need to go to break you down in order to make you what it is what I want you to be.” He runs his palm across your cheek. “I promise you I am better at it than you are. You’re too sweet I think, to be able to match me.”
You don’t have a reply and you know he can see the panic and fear in your eyes. He already knew your intentions of not listening and not being his obedient doll. You silently wish you were better at reading people. Or being intimidating, or even just witty and brave. You realize he’s observing your reaction to his words as well. You panic and stick your tongue out at him. Why would you do that? Did you turn into a five year old? You can’t even remember the last time you’d stuck your tongue out at someone. Why doesn’t your body wait for you to confirm what action you want it to do instead of listening to the stupid side of your brain, that’s apparently a five year old.
He takes the opening you stupidly gave him to push his thumb on your tongue, essentially pinning it to your chin.
“I like my toys to be decorated, are you wanting this tongue pierced? I have intentions of other decorations for you but I’d be happy to add to what I’ve already decided my surprisingly ballsy mouse. You’re turning out to already be more entertaining that I thought you’d be. Surprisingly, you are making me very happy. I was a little worried you’d be too dull and submissive to be entertaining.”
“No sir.” You don’t want him piercing anything. “I’’ sorry.”
You try to drip with respect this time, as much as you can with your tongue outside of your mouth an overheated thumb pushing it down. It doesn’t sound graceful or respectful. You simply feel like an idiot.
You also already forgot you already lost sir as a name for him. You continue to wish you had an ounce of the bravery of any of the hero’s, instead of the jelly spine you have.
“No what?”
He moved his thumb inside your mouth, his mouth slightly opens with the joy of causing you distress and embarrassment.
You try to decide which name would be the least humiliating. You can’t seem to physically make yourself say any of them. So you just stare at his eyes, silently begging him to give you any leeway. Please don’t force you to humiliate yourself like this.
“You can do it little mouse, I have faith in your ability to be my good girl. Just get it over with and we can move on yeah?”
That doesn’t help. You don’t want to be his good girl, you want to be his pain in the ass that he regrets bringing here.
His thumb starts to heat.
“No what y/n?”
He intends to use your name only when he causes you pain, you are his little mouse now, not y/n. He wanted you to associate your true name with pain, anything he hasn’t given you is pain, you are only what he’s graciously given you in your life from now one. He wants you to flinch and cry if you hear your name from anyone.
Soon your panicking that he’s going to burn you from the inside out. The heat gets almost to where you know blisters are going to form in your mouth.
“No daddy!” You say stupidly. Drool pouring out of the corner of your mouth. He understood what you said however.
He looks like a predator whose caught his prey at what your overwhelmed brain decided who he was to you. You become enraged at your brain and it’s stupidity for the second time in such a short period of time.
His thumb is out of your mouth and tracing your jawline. He’s whispering praise in your ear.
“Such a good girl, my little mouse, such a good little mouse, mine. You’re mine, all of you is mine. Not just this body, but your mind, your fears and your pleasure, from now on it all belongs to me mouse. Let’s get your punishment out of the way shall we?”
He walks behind you and you can feel the increase in heat as he does.
“I want to make sure you understand why you’re being punished y/n. I want it clear so we can avoid this unpleasantness in the future. What’s about to happen is a result of your disrespectful tone and words. For your traitorous thoughts of being anything other than mine as well. Do you understand?”
You don’t answer, words not seeming to form in your mind.
You see a terrifying flash of blue and feel the heat against your back.
“I said do you understand pet?”
“Yes daddy!” You scream in fear.
You see the flash of blue again, this time connecting to your back as he runs two fingers down your back. Searing into you.
You start screaming as flashes and pain continue for what feels like an unending amount of time. Gritting your teeth and digging your nails into your palm as you try and get away from the pain in your back.
”shhh, we’re almost done Mouse. You’re doing so good, I’ve seen pros crumble under less than what I am doing to you.”
When it ends you can hear the click of his camera in his phone. Causing a new panicked feeling to rise up in your chest.
He wraps his arms around you, being careful not to touch his chest to your burns on your back, but still encapsulating you in his presence. His phone is in front of your face and you see he’s burned his name into your back.
“Just so you’ll know who you belong to Mouse, you’ll notice it’s not your name my little pet, but mine.”
You feel his hands work his way down. He’s giving you soft touches and your brain is working hard to try and pick apart his game. His steady breathing next to your ear has you trying to calm your erratic breathing to match his own. You stay silent as he moves around behind you. He bandages your brand, his warm skin igniting your damaged flesh with pain. Unchaining you, he sits with you on his lap, holding the back of your head with his large hand as you sobbed into the crook of his neck. You’ve lost the battle to stay calm and in the false safety of his arms you release you fear and overwhelming panic.
“Why?” You ask. “Why me, I shouldn’t be here, I am a nobody, I should’ve gone to a nobody, not to you. I was supposed to be able to escape eventually, I was going to try and leave, and blend in somewhere new, keep being nobody. But a nobody who picked her days. I shouldn’t be here.”
You feel your heart beat start to go faster than you’ve ever felt it, your breath is choking in your throat. You can’t seem to get a grip on what’s happening in the present. His fingers still working to bring you comfort, even if you knew it was a false sense of it.
“Sounds like you just have bad luck mouse, I wasn’t supposed to be there tonight either. I have no need for trophies, keeping someone and caring for them held no interest for me. Really it still doesn’t. I came to talk to Toga about a mission. Claiming you was spur of the moment. I didn’t like the idea of Slider getting his hands on you.”
“Let me go, please, just let me go back to being nobody, I can be happy as a nobody. Please, just let me go.”
Dabi moves your face to look at him.
“You’re not going to be a nobody, you’re going to be my little Mouse. You need to let go of that dream of yours. It’s not in your future. Grieve for it tonight and move forward. Your future is at my feet now, if you behave you’ll be taken care of. You can earn freedoms with obedience. I am going to make you perfect, you’ll be my perfect doll, and you’ll meet whatever it is I need of you, and you’ll do it to my expectations. You’re never going to be nobody again. Now you have my attention, and once this war has finally come to its grand conclusion you’ll have my full attention. Aren’t you a lucky girl. Tonight is the last night we will have this discussion. Get it all out tonight. You’re to never speak of escape again.”
You break at his command. As you cry Daddy, no Dabi, removes the bar and ankle cuffs. Adjusting you to sit in his lap while he rubs your lower back in soothing circles. He even begins to work the knots out in your back. It’s caring and loving and it’s what you need, but from the wrong person. It’s making you nauseous. But you still seek his comfort and wrap your arms around his neck.
You need to keep some of your mental strength, keep him as Dabi in your head, don’t break all the way. He’s a villain, no matter what kindness he shows it’s all mind games. Nothing is done without a string attached to his wants. Keep a seed of freedom so you can grow it, nurture it for your moment to escape. You need to keep a piece of yourself ready to fight. You know now, he’s going to break you, but you are going to make sure he doesn’t break all of you.
Once your sobs disappear and your breathing has slowed Dabi speaks. You can feel his jaw move against your cheek.
“I think we’ve accomplished enough tonight, I have no need for a sobbing mess of a doll. But we have one more task for tonight. You need to understand the rules you need to follow once you wake up tomorrow. Just the basics for now, I have time for the next couple weeks to really get it into your head what’s expected daily. However the basics are simple. No eye contact unless your given permission by me, that goes for everyone. I don’t want these eyes looking at anyone I don’t expressly choose. Your gaze is for me, don’t look away from me. Do you understand the first rule mouse?”
“Yes daddy.” You feel the heat turning your face red at your response. You’re humiliated.
“Repeat it mouse, what’s rule one?”
“Don’t look you or anyone in the eye unless you allow it daddy. Keep my eyes focused on you.” It’s hard for you to respond like a person without will. It will pay off when you escape you tell yourself.
“Such a good girl. My good girl. Rule two unless I tell you otherwise you don’t speak unless I speak to you first. I will give you periods of time where you can express yourself freely. I need to know where your mind is to make you perfect, so I have no desire to completely suppress you. Again you are not to speak to others without my permission. Repeat it back for me mouse and tell me you understand.”
You repeat his rules back to him, there’s not many but they are designed to keep you from forming any relationship outside of him. He’s going to make himself everything to you, anything outside of him is going to be small. He’s intent on being your sole focus.
He is going to have you doing exercises with him. Not to change your body but because he said he is going to need you to have stamina for what needs of your body. You have to eat what he provides to keep your energy levels up as well. Keeping you healthy and strong seems important to him. You don’t want to imagine why.
He has ordered you clothes and underwear. He’s going to be choosing your outfits until you understand what pleases him. Just the thought of it causes a lump in your throat. If you try to hide yourself you will start over with no choice in what you wear after a punishment period of no access to clothing.
His main rule, obedience, always be obedient.
He stands and carries you. You’re getting to leave the room. He pauses outside of a door for a long moment before turning and continuing down the hall.
“This was my families home, they are gone from it now, it seemed fitting that it belong to me now. For now at least, you’ll be sharing a room with me. Until I can trust you on your own getting any private time isn’t an option.”
“Whose your family Daddy?”
His grip tightens around you.
“I don’t like a nosey pet, just enjoy the false aura of success the home gives.”
“Yes daddy.” Your face still goes red, but it’s not as strong. You’re not happy at how short of a period it is taking for you to adjust.
Once you enter what you assume is the master bedroom Dabi sets you on the bed.
“Stay. Do not move.”
It takes everything in you to not scoot over just an inch so you can pretend you’re being defiant.
You can’t resist it, you can’t just be a mindless thing for him. You can be stronger than what he can do to you.You move to the opposite side of where he sat you. You see his boots near your foot, lined up neatly. You can’t help it as you quietly kick them over. He probably won’t notice but you feel better at the silly action.
He’s grabbing a spare pair of sweats and one of his white shirts for you. When he turns and sees what you’ve done he doesn’t look angry. When his eyes move to his kicked over he boots he laughs.
His eyes brighten and he takes large paces over to you, his hands tangle in your hair and pull your head back and he forces eyes contact.
“Can’t give you an inch can I? I get off on taming brats, making them weak and drooling with their eyes blown out from the pleasure of being taken over really does it for me. Is that what you want from me pet? Do you secretly need to be tamed?”
Shit. You made a mistake. You close your legs together unconsciously rubbing them together to create friction.
His hand goes to the hinge of your jaw and squeezes until you open your mouth to avoid further pain.
“Pthu”
He spit in your mouth. You try and hold down a gag and he forces your mouth closed. His free hand pressed down on your fresh brand. Pain shot through your body.
“Hold it in your mouth pet, until I tell you to swallow. That disgust you feel, hold onto it and that pain in your back, so you can remember I control you now, you’re mine to do anything I want with and no one is going to come barging in to prevent me from doing whatever I come up with in my head to you.”
You can only nod in defeat.
“I need you out of these.” He says while tugging in the bra your wearing. “They are dirty and smell awful. For now you can wear these.”
You start to unhook your bra when his hand stops you.
“I will be the one dressing and undressing you pet.”
You jerk back in panic and it causes you to swallow. You think nothing of it at first.
“I am not a baby, I’ve been dressing myself for years now.”
Shit. Why did you say that. The realization of what you’d done is dawning on you.
“Daddy.” You try to throw that at the end so you can pretend you didn’t just have an attitude with him, or disobey an order he gave you.
He says nothing and simply grabs your bra and underwear and you see blue surround them, burning them to nothing.
“Try that after tonight and I’ll burn my hand prints into your neck so you can always remember who it is who owns you pet.”
You swallow hard.
“I am sorry daddy, I’ll be a good girl, please no more pain, please.”
“Open your mouth mouse, now.”
You know what’s coming and you try to block it from your mind and just mindlessly follow his order. Closing your eyes so you can pretend your somewhere else.
“None of that doll, look at me, I need you here with me, no escaping your time with me.”
You keep your eyes shut tight.
“Do you think I can’t make sure you can’t keep your eyes closed, I am quite creative if you need me to be.”
You open your eyes and try not to look as scared as you feel.
He spits in your mouth again.
“Don’t fucking swallow until I say pet.”
He undresses the rest of you and helps you get on his clothes. You’re shocked at the almost clinical way he does this. He didn’t even sneak a graze against your breasts or justify groping you anywhere.
He gently cups your face and forces and intense stare down.
“Swallow Mouse.”
It takes you a minute to be able to power through his order. He got close to your face, nose to nose. He licks across your mouth. Pleased at the horrified look on your face as a result, and gently tugs your hair.
He takes you to the bathroom and watches as you brush your teeth and wash your face. He wants you to be hygienic at least. Your grateful for the toothpaste and mouthwash to rid yourself of the taste in your mouth. You don’t know when you last were able to properly brush your teeth. Waking from a drugged sleep had made your mouth feel disgusting.
He then applies an ointment to your burns at your back and you feel relief almost instantly.
He carries you again back to the bed once’s he applied fresh bandages to your back, he pulls a shackle out from the corner of the bed.
“Just need to make sure you can’t make an escape attempt. You should be thanking me for removing the temptation. It will keep you from a punishment.”
He stared at you and you realize he’s actually waiting for a show of gratitude.
“Thank you Daddy.” You squeak out.
“You’re welcome little mouse.”
You notice he’s also removed anything you can pick up and use as a weapon as he sleeps. He’s thorough. Damnit. You could try and strangle him with the blanket but his fire would destroy the blanket in seconds. The idea of hurting anyone, even your captor had your heart twisting with guilt. Stupid.
Dabi lays next to you and faces you towards him on your side. You simply stare at each other for a moment. You try to keep eye contact since you know tomorrow he won’t let you look at him so freely.
He rubs your bottom lip with his thumb and he leans in and kisses you softly. As if he didn’t just essentially brand you and torment you. If he were anyone else the kiss would be thrilling. Dabi is always a little threatening in his actions however.
“Sleep well little mouse, tomorrow will be a big day.”