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His determination was truly terrifying, and none of his associates were entirely certain what he was trying to do. They gathered the supplies he had requested: rope, a blindfold, a knife, and various other objects they didn't understand the significance of. Overhaul himself had previously purchased condoms, lubricant and toys, hiding them away in a drawer in his office.
One of the Eight Precepts walked in. "Uh...boss?"
He looked up from the documents flooding his desk, responding with a sigh and a vague hand motion. As he listened to his underling, he found out that his favourite pro hero had been successfully captured. He grinned behind the plague doctor's mask; it was an action that would have been beyond frightening to anyone who witnessed it. Thankfully, it was veiled, so this expendable man could walk away alive, and slightly less traumatized than he had imagined. Overhaul lifted himself from his seat, pulling out the aforementioned drawer, and emptying its contents into his pockets. He walked to the designated area, a nearly inconspicuous jolt in his step. He was excited. Terribly excited. A shiver of apprehension and delight crept down his spine. He rounded a corner, following his companion to where you were being held.
It had been such a long time since your last formal meeting. Of course, he had been keeping tabs on you, waiting out the days as a personal stalker, until his crew were ready to extract you from the ridiculous world of heroes. Why you had ever desired to become such a societal embarrassment was beyond him, but that didn't matter at the moment, because he was about to see you again. He elected to leave behind any unsanitary memories, like the ones in which you were radiating pure beauty whilst talking of crushing villains, and growing into a fantastic heroine. He was always watching from the shadows, so obviously he acknowledged your physical prowess, but he had ensured that you would be outmatched, fighting alone against his many underlings. You had managed to take a few down, it would seem, but you were soon overpowered. It didn't matter much to Overhaul - everyone was expendable. Everyone except you. There was only one of you, and he wasn't willing to release you from your cage a second time.
He had already made that mistake once before.
No - he would forever entrap you in either his place of work, or his personal home. The problem didn't lie in habitation. Instead, it lay in consent. Initially, he had wanted to do something that you would both enjoy. However, upon reviewing and weighing his choices, it seemed as though he would be forcing you to play house. He smiled to himself, sadistically. Perhaps you would feel disgraced when he was finished with you. Maybe, just maybe, if he played his cards right, you would be nailed to the bars of your cage, before the night was over. The items he would be utilising shifted awkwardly in his pockets, like they sensed his intentions, and wanted out. That wasn't happening. Not in a million years. He had waited for years for this opportunity. You weren't getting away from him so easily again. He would have preferred a consensual relationship, but since he didn't think that was very plausible, he had resolved to take you by force.
"She's in here." A voice called, knocking him from his fantasies.
He nodded, and someone else handed him the additional items, enquiring, "Did she steal something from you?"
"Yes." Came his simple answer, and before anyone could interrogate him further, he opened the heavy steel door, stepping into the room and locking the door behind him.
His footsteps were almost as heavy as the door, and they sent unpleasant vibrations up and down your spine. You sat uncomfortably on the ground, on your knees, arms raised above you, shackled to the wall. There was a gag in your mouth, but he could hear some incoherent cries. Your eyes were steely, but he saw a brief, conflicted glint when he entered your field of vision. It was like you were trying desperately to be defiant, but you failed as soon as he walked into the room. Your (e/c) orbs appeared to soften, although only slightly. You noticed the mask adorning the lower part of his face, and smirked behind the gag, immediately regretting that as you choked on your own saliva.
Overhaul trudged forwards, pulling the items out of his pockets and throwing them in front of you. He kneeled down, forcefully yanking a fistful of your hair. Apparently, he didn't approve of the gag, because after a moment of fiddling with it, he tossed it aside. You breathed normally for the first time in about an hour, and graciously thanked him. However, he kept you restrained, which you couldn't quite comprehend. You imagined him to still be your friend, although you hadn't accounted for the amount of time that had passed. You blossomed into a beautiful, strong pro hero, and you never once heard from him. You retained the same phone number, holding out hope that maybe one day he would call, or text. You wept day and night, thinking that he might have been killed. Of course you knew what family he had been spawned into, yet you were the only child who ever managed to look past that, and see him for the twinkling star he was.
That soon changed. He was dragged out of the peaceful life by someone you didn't recognise. Years passed, and you had no answers. You searched and searched, but never found him. You always felt eyes on you, burning giant holes into your back, but you never turned around, afraid for what you might find. If you had known he was watching, protecting, then perhaps you would have.
That didn't matter now.
"K-Kai, what's going on?" You asked, straining to survey the dimly-lit room.
He leaned back slightly, pulling at his mask. "I had the Precepts find you for me."
Tears were welling in your eyes. "I t-thought you were dead!"
"It was nice of you to look for me. I must say, I appreciated that." He commented, succeeding in removing his mask.
You didn't see any emotion behind his dark orbs. "Y-You knew I was doing that? Then...w-why didn't you come out? I missed you!"
"I missed you too, but I couldn't." He stood.
"W-Wh-" You started to ask why he hadn't been able to at least tell you that he was still alive, but something caused you to double over painfully.
It took a while to realise that he had kicked you in the stomach. Hard. Your back snapped against the brick wall. A few stray (h/c) locks fell in front of your face, and he bent down a little, brushing them aside. You gazed up at him with a mixture of confusion and sadness. He looked as indifferent as ever, and never once did he apologise. Instead, he kicked you again, watching as you coughed, and a small trail of blood ran down your chin. He leaned forwards, sticking out his tongue to lap at the blood. You noticed that he was wearing snowy-white gloves, and you wondered why he would bother cleaning you in that way, if he despised germs. They weren't the sort of gloves some pros chose to wear - they were more consistent with someone suffering from mysophobia.
He moved one of his gloved hands towards your face, tenderly caressing your cheeks, before leaning in to capture your lips. It was a relatively gentle kiss, coming as a great contrast to the stinging pain of his kick. A hot tongue travelled the length of your lower lip, immediately pushing into your mouth when you reluctantly opened it. You felt both of his hands around your neck, slowly cutting off your air flow. You disconnected your lips, panting and glaring at him with unnatural disdain. Something compelled you to ask what in the hell he thought he was doing, but he seemed to read your mind. He repeated that he missed you dearly, and the two of you were going to have some serious fun. You shuddered, skin pricking at his tone, and the miniscule smile that crept on to his face. You wanted to run to the steel door, fling it open and get out of whatever facility you were currently in. However, you really didn't feel like getting overpowered and injured again, as you were certain that his henchmen would be outside, ready to pounce if you attempted to escape. Although, once glance at Overhaul, and it was obvious that he was calm, collected, and confident. He was sure that you weren't going to run, even when he decided to be merciful and remove your shackles.
You wanted to hide away, but with one flick of his hand, you were fully exposed. His hungry eyes scanned you over, relishing in the faint, scared breaths abandoning your lips. He smiled again, placing one hand between your breasts, and tracing it down to your abdomen. His fingers danced over the skin just above your nether region. He leaned into your body, pressing his lips chastely to your breasts, swirling his tongue around the perked-up buds. He sucked on each one individually, with differing roughness, and occasionally nibbled. It was hurting, but there was also a hot, swelling feeling invading your womanhood. You desperately tried to restrain it, but unfortunately, you were absolutely dripping, and he was fully aware. He gripped your lower area furiously, eliciting a surprised yelp.
Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers into your tight heat. He immediately started curling and scissoring them, grazing your walls with purpose. He wanted to listen to more of your delightful sounds. He wanted to see you come undone. He fumbled around for something on the ground, and when you fluttered your eyes open, all you saw was a black nothingness. You whimpered.
"It's a blindfold." He stated.
He inserted a third digit, moving it in time with the others. He plunged them in up to the knuckle, watching you strain and quiver against the chains. Despite the darkness, you were seeing stars, and a whole lot of white. You came on to his fingers, panting heavily and making a discontented sound when he pulled them out. A chuckle ripped through his throat, and he picked up the knife lying beside your body. He held it in his left hand, using his right to unbuckle his trousers. Reaching for a condom, he swiftly took it out of the packet and rolled it on to his length. You waited, impatient and confused, for him to do something. At this point, you were really in no position to deny him.
This wasn't the Kai you used to know. He gripped the blade's hilt, tracing delicate patterns on your skin with the sharp end. You shivered, hating the feel of cold steel against your breasts. Lining himself up with your entrance, he completely disregarded the fact that you had just cum, and slammed into you at an alarming pace. He refused to give you time to adjust, instead pulling out and pushing back in, ramming you again and again, trying to find your sweet spot. He wanted to hear your delicious moans, raw and all for him.
You weren't at all sure how he managed to keep the knife from cutting you open, but you were grateful. Although, it might have been preferable to some, rather than getting raped by a childhood friend-turned villain. You mewled and called his name, yet he demanded a different chant.
"Call me Overhaul." He commanded.
"Ahh! T-That's...that's, nngh...y-your quirk...ah!" You reasoned, wanting him to remember all the good times you used to have.
You needed Kai Chisaki, the good-natured, uncorrupted child, not this barbaric individual, who was currently violating you for no reason he had even alluded to. You had always loved him, which was why this now pained you so very much. You could feel death approaching, as he held the dagger to your skin. His thrusts were growing more precise, and soon, he had found your most pleasurable spot. It was a miracle he hadn't broken your back yet, because he kept slamming your figure into the hard brick wall.
"Silly hero." He mocked, still trying to entice your second orgasm. "You're running around in a labyrinth, made by the higher-ups in the government. What good are your quirks, really?"
You couldn't answer him, so he kept hurting you. He was relentless. He was a monster. You were drifting in and out of consciousness all the time, and by your fourth round, he no longer had a condom, and your womb was filled to the brim with sticky semen.
You felt disgusting.
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