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xxavengingangelxx · 6 months

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Somewhere Only We Know 1/?

This is part of a series: Long Way From Home. Graves gets ahold of 141's translator and demands she give up information she knows about 141.

Graves still has Val in this continuation. This continuation includes the events of MW3 so 141 will find out Graves is alive and they will learn where Val has been this whole time ;) MW3 SPOILERS Thanks to @unicorngirly1 for talking ideas with me!

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@bellgraves, @unicorngirly1, @lily-lily131313, @shepgurl. If you'd like to be added and/or if I left anyone off, please let me know!

Triggers/Warnings: Mentions of torture, dubious consent, brainwashing, mentions of suicide. More will be added as the story develops.

“Un-fucking-believable,”

You were across the dark room, not visible to the camera, but Soap’s voice drew your attention and your head snapped in that general direction.

You’d been given orders by Shepherd and Graves: you can be in the room but you were not to move, not to make a sound and certainly not to approach the camera. 141 still thought you were dead, remember?

Consequences for approaching that camera? A return to a room similar to that cold, terrifying room where you’d spent your first week with Shadow Company being tortured for information that you eventually gave up. That was all you needed to hear. You in no way, under no circumstances, wanted to go back there so you’d do what you were told. Besides, you’d been more tired than usual, not feeling like yourself, like you were on the verge of getting sick, so it’s not like you even had the energy to put up with that. You wouldn’t be able to mentally handle it, either.

You’d make a third attempt on your life if you were returned to that room. Of that you were sure.

“Soap!” You heard Graves respond. “Ya miss me?” Graves laughed coldly. “Well technically you did, didn’t you?”

“Laswell, if you’re tracking this,” Ghost’s voice interrupted, “let’s call in an airstrike.”

“Ghost that is not nice,” Graves chided, almost as if he was speaking to a toddler. It made you wonder how he would be around kids.

“And Val?” Soap demanded.

“Now her ya did kill, Johnny,” Graves sneered. “Shame. I liked having her around.”

“Go fohck yerself. What’re you up to?” Soap’s voice snapped at Graves.

“I’m up to doing my fuckin’ job, kid. Maybe you should try it sometime,” Graves shot back.

“My fucking job is to kill the enemy. Guess what you are,” Soap spat back.

“Let’s keep this professional, boys,” Shepherd interjected. “Cap’n let me pain you the bigger picture. You need Makarov in a pine box. I’ve got the nails.”

The rest of the conversation was faded out because that name, Makarov…Makarov scared the shit out of you. Graves had told you that Vladimir Makarov liked petite, little, innocent-looking things and that like they’d done before with other male targets they might use you to help draw him in or distract him. You were Shadow Company’s femme fatale after all. You’d drawn in men before.

But the idea terrified you. Makarov was a different kind of monster. A psychopath. What was stopping Makarov from taking you like Graves took you? And Makarov you knew would not be nearly as ‘nice’ as Graves had been. Makarov would haul you to Russia and torture you himself. And he would get off on it. Unlike Graves Makarov wouldn’t hesitate to use rape as a weapon.

“Val,” Graves’s voice drew you back to the present.

“Graves,” you responded, shaking your head of the chilling thoughts that had occupied your mind only seconds before.

“We gotta meet 141,”

You sighed. Got teary eyed. What if they took you from him? So you said something. “They’re gonna take me from you,” you sniffled.

“We’re gonna have a fucking problem if they do,” Graves snapped. “We’re not moving forward until I get you back if that happens. They think you’re dead, Val. Remember that.”

You sighed again. “They better. I’ll raise hell ‘till they give me back.”

“I know it sucks,” Graves conceded. “But this is moving quick. We need Makarov. The quicker it’s done, they quicker we never see any of ‘em again.”

Makarov. That name. It gave you chills. You had the worst feeling about him.

Graves then gave a series of commands: wear both vests (we don’t know if they’ll try to kill you), wear your mask, wear your combat goggles, wear a helmet, wear a uniform. Do anything you can to hide your identity. Do not come within an arm’s length of them. You’re going to have a sidearm, your rifle, and a knife. And it all else fails? Run.

You followed orders and got dressed exactly how you were told to in the morning. You were exhausted. You hadn’t been sleeping well and your body ached.

It had been decided to meet in an abandoned warehouse. No electricity so it was easy to sweep for bugs. That meant no heat. It was raining and the dropping temperatures promised snow. It was miserable but at least all the layers you were wearing kept you warm.

You could feel 141’s eyes penetrating you.

You tried to tell yourself it was because out of a group of men you were by far the smallest one. The only female, obviously.

Price, Laswell, Shepherd, and Graves were in a room sealed off from the rest of you. Shadows were in that same room protecting Graves and Shepherd. Graves had wanted you in the same room as him but that risked Price recognizing you since the room was so small. The meeting would be quick, Graves promised. You only hoped it wouldn’t be drawn out.

That left you in a large room with Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. You stayed as far away from them as possible. You had your rifle hanging from your shoulder. You had your sidearm ready to go. The only problem was there was no damn way you could shoot any of them. You only prayed they’d stay across the room.

You didn’t like this. In fact you hated it. Why couldn’t another Shadow have stayed with you? Actually no. That Shadow might shoot at 141 and the last thing you wanted was to have them hurt.

Soap met your gaze. You had a soft spot for Soap. You two had been close. A little more than close but that was a story for another day.

“What’s your name, lass?” Soap called out. “Didn’ know he had female Shadows.”

You didn’t answer. You were scared your voice would give you away. You just pointed at your tag: P-80.

“I can’t read that,” Soap replied. “You can’t talk or sometin?”

You shook your head no. Duh. Of course you could talk. You just chose not to. Your voice was a lot softer than any of these men’s. It stood out. And they’d recognize it for sure.

“Your mannerisms remind me o’ someone I was close to,” Soap added. “Real pretty lass. Had a lotta fun wit her. But smart as ‘ell. Dangerous, too.”

“That you, Val?” Ghost asked.

“L.t.,” Soap whined. “I was gettin’ there.”

“I think it is,” Gaz added.

You shook you head no again. Tears pricked your eyes. This was getting to be too much. You didn’t care that you’d been told to stay out of that briefing room. You wanted to be in the same room as Graves.

“I know that’s you, Val,” That person, Ghost, calling your name was like someone lighting a fire under your ass. Graves had conditioned you to RUN from them if he wasn’t close by. You shook your head before taking off running, following Grave’s orders.

You were so frazzled that a flight of stairs presented too much of a challenge for you and you tripped, hitting the landing hard and slamming into the wall sideways, your head hitting the wall with force. You had a helmet on thank God but the hit still rattled you. Voices were scrambled and everything got blurry for a few seconds. You were about to get up and keep running when someone grabbed you by your vest and dragged you back up the flight of stairs you’d just tripped over. You fought not to scream to be let go.

Ghost had grabbed you. You knew because he was the roughest one out of the group. Only because he was incredibly protective of his men. After dragging you back up the flight of stairs he released you onto the concrete landing.

You tried to get back up. You were shoved down.

“On your knees,” Ghost demanded. Rifle raised.

“Ghost,” Soap started. “Don’t—”

“I’ve got this, Johnny,” Ghost retorted.

You sighed and dropped to your knees with hands held out.

“Helmet,” Ghost demanded.

You unclasped your helmet and took it off.

“The goggles and the mask,” came the next command.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself.

You complied and took both off, dropping them to the ground next to you.

“Hoooly shit,”

You recognized it as Soap’s voice.

You shook the bangs from your eyes and glanced up.

Gaz was not far behind and approached. And you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t. You decided long ago you would never go back to them. They’d either kill you or send you to a military prison for the rest of your life.

Worst of all, Graves had said, you’d never see him again. You knew for a damn fact you couldn’t handle being separated from Graves.

So you pulled your sidearm and put it against your head.

The effect was instant.

141 backed off. Ghost dropped his rifle, leaving it to hang off his shoulder.

Immediately.

“Back off,” you stood up slowly.

They were speechless.

“What happened to you?” Gaz asked, eyeing you with stunned, wide eyes.

“Nothing,” You responded.

“Val, we’re not leaving,” Soap stated simply, his hands in front of him to show he was not reaching for a weapon. “Put the gun down, Jesus Christ.”

You didn’t respond. You lowered the gun from your head. Little did they know you’d rather die than be separated from Graves. In your panic you didn’t notice Soap was no longer in front of you. You raised the gun in their direction.

Yet not one of them reached for their weapon. You wondered if it was because despite how much you had changed they could see it in your eyes that you couldn’t shoot any of them.

“Let me go,” you warned, taking small steps backwards. “I’ll call him and they’ll come running.” Your mind flashed to that first night in Las Almas when Graves had ordered you to call out to 141. You being your stupid self had refused. Now you were actually threatening to scream to get Graves’s attention.

Then.

Your worst nightmare.

Someone grabbed you from behind. He placed a heavy, calloused hand over your mouth preventing you from screaming, from calling out to Graves. His other hand gripped your right wrist on such a way that you dropped your weapon. Your gun dropped to the ground. Soap expertly kicked it away from you. You were then flat on the floor on your stomach, the sudden movement aggravating the ribs that had been broken several times over now. Your rifle was taken. Your knife was taken. You were about to say, “Fuck you, let me go.” But duct tape replaced the hand that had been on your mouth.

They were treating you exactly like Graves warned you they would. You screamed into the tape because what else could you do? You were flipped onto your back and you immediately starting swinging fists, kicking, trying to scratch, anything to get them away.

Soap clearly was overwhelmed because he just stared in horror and how hard you were fighting. For what? To go back to Graves? To go back to the man who had inflicted that cut on your face that had scarred?

“Thas’ enough ‘o that,” Ghost said lowly. You’d forgotten how big he was because when he stood over you, he terrified you. He looked like the grim reaper. Zipties went around your wrists after your arms were pulled in front of you. But not before you put up a hell of a fight. You tried to scratch but only got Ghost’s Kevlar and uniform. Zipties brought back bad memories.

“You swing at anyone again,” Graves knelt in front of you while a Shadow ziptied your hands in front of you. You were lying on the floor, beat halfway to unconsciousness by said Shadow. “I’m leaving you in those with a broken arm,”

“Fuck you, sadist,” you mumbled as you lost consciousness.

Price, Graves, Shepherd, and Laswell were still in that small room. Talking about what you had no idea. You tried to use your hands ziptied in front of you to break the window of the SUV they were dragging you to.

You struggled, tried to be dead weight. Your worst fear was coming true. You were being taken from Graves. And you couldn’t scream because they’d taped your mouth shut.

But then you got an idea. You got into that SUV willingly because you had a plan. They’d removed the tape from your mouth provided you promised them you wouldn’t scream. The skin on your face was still red, though. Just wait until Graves finds out what they did to you.

I feel like this isn't as good as Long Way From Home. :( Idk why! But please let me know what you think! If you have ideas, message me! I'm thinking of opening an ask box :D I wanted to post a longer chapter but character limits got me!

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #cod mwii #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader #cod mw3 #mw3 141 #john soap mactavish #gaz mw2 #cod ghost #price call of duty #kate laswell #general shepherd #longwayfromhome

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birdclowns · 9 days

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happy wednesday! have you had your torture fix recently? 🔪

thank u for the tags @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet

@im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @paperstorm @carlos-tk 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I hope to fuck those tags work I haven't done this is in Forever

“He doesn't have manners, does he?” Denton asks from behind the camera, as if Carlos is actually in the room with them to answer. His voice is mocking as he continues to talk, directed towards TK, “Not gonna tell the detective how much you love him? Or beg like a dog for him to come and save you? Don't act like you're having too much fun honeybee, because he may just decide you aren't worth the energy to save.”

“He knows I love him,” TK says sharply, and Carlos removes his gaze from the gruesome mess of red that paints husband's torso, to his face. He’s looking into the camera once more, a snarl on his face replacing the despondency that was coloring it, life seemingly brought back at the thought of Carlos not knowing TK loves him. He prods the knife still clutched in his left hand in the direction of Denton, an unconscious threat. “And he will save me. That's a promise I know he'll keep, you sadistic freak.”

Pride ignites within Carlos at the thought of TK never giving up hope, for endlessly trusting that Carlos will find him. “It is a promise,” he murmurs, lips barely moving as he's transfixed on the screen, “I'll find you baby.” He will – this tape will be scrubbed, and there will be clues, and Carlos will find his husband.

The pride is extinguished, a bucket of ice water thrown directly into each of Carlos’ nerves at the sudden terror on TK’s face. His eyes are wide, complexion pale, even in the low hue of the single hanging light source, and he mouths silent words, lips trembling. The knife is brought back down to his side, hanging limply in his hand, the weapon forgotten. The camera rapidly zooms in shakily, Denton stalking closer to TK as he takes a step back, leg catching on Frankie’s strapped thighs, trapping himself.

“I'm sorry, sir,” Carlos barely hears, the words meek, the knife clattering as TK lets it go, leaning into Frankie's conscious, but bound form. The cop's legs twitch within their bindings, eyes narrowed as TK's hand braces on his right thigh. “I'm so sorry.”

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fictional-character-fight-poll · 5 months

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Lamb vs. Luo Binghe

Propaganda under the cut:

Lamb:

Was given power by a god of death. Can't be killed because he resurrects them every time. Proficient with 5 types of weapons (swords, daggers, axes, battle hammers, and gauntlets) and a variety of curses. Murdered multiple gods and looked cute doing that.

Lou Binghe:

First of all, Luo Binghe is the protagonist - not of SVSSS, but of the in-world book the MC ends up in (transmigration/isekai situation). He has actual, literal plot armor preventing him from dying, even if something convoluted or unlikely has to happen to save him (MC takes advantage of it once to defeat the enemy - by baiting them into attacking immobilized Luo Binghe. A ceiling beam randomly falls on them 😂). But even discounting the plot armor, he's stupid difficult to kill due to his unique bloodline - being descended from a god who fell to depravity and turned into a demon - which gives him extremely powerful self-healing abilities, to the point that he can just pop broken bones back in place and be fine (has actually happened on page) or regrow lost limbs (mentioned, but not shown). And that's not even the only benefit of his blood - for you see, if he manages to get it into someone else's body, he can use it as a torture device or a GPS tracker. Speaking of sneak attack abilities, he also can walk into people's dreams to see their memories, give them nightmares, and make them destroy their own minds. And this is before we come to actual damage dealing! Luo Binghe comes from a cultivation setting, meaning people cultivate internal energy to learn fantasy kung fu, with various magic-like abilities. Luo Binghe is a prodigy who excels at both hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship, as well as 'lightness skill' which allows him to move faster than eye can see, scale buildings in a single leap, and so on. This is additionally enhanced by the use of spiritual AND demonic energy - as a half-human, half-demon, he has access to both types - which you can think of as raw magic that can be shaped in variety of ways. For example, at one point Luo Binghe uses spiritual energy to create a fireball to fling at an enemy. It can also be used to do direct damage, such as spiritual blast - which MC describes as having an effect of 'throwing a grenade' for his own power level, meaning Luo Binghe's is even more devastating. To return to swordsmanship, at different points of the story, Luo Binghe wields two different swords. One is Zheng Yang, a spiritual sword that he can not only swing by hand, but control with gestures to send into battle independently, as well as fly on if needed. The other is Xin Mo, a cursed mythical sword he found in a hellpit called the Endless Abyss - which tries to corrupt the owner's mind but is extremely powerful, and has a unique ability to create spatial rifts, meaning its owner can essentially teleport wherever. (Including between universes, as per extras.) Oh, and if all this wasn't enough, he also has a demon army, with which he already conquered most of the Demon Realm. But the scariest thing? /If/ you manage to get him alone, without any demon subordinates backing him, and /if/ you manage to injure him enough to incapacitate him... congrats, you just pissed off his husband! Who is less powerful, but extremely resourceful and frankly insane(/respect). Luo Binghe would just beat you into submission! His husband on the other hand will trick you into inhaling parasitic plant's spores that'll take root in your trachea and grow through your brain, slowly and painfully killing you. (Yes, this happened to one of the antagonists.) Frankly speaking, getting beat by Luo Binghe is recommended. You can probably even get a spot in the demon army if you pick a right moment to concede (that's how he got most of his subordinates).

Reasons as to why one or the other would win are encouraged in the notes. Send in additional propaganda and I'll add it to the post!

#lamb #cult of the lamb #luo binghe #svsss #poll #fight poll

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everlastingdreams · 6 months

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 2

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: Traitor

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Warnings: Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn...

Word count of this fic: +190K

Chapter: 2/ It's a secret.

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By the second day alone in the woods, you were starving and exhausted from the walking. A few berries was all you had eaten. With the sword, you at least had a way to protect yourself, it came in handy when scaring off predators who lurked in the wild, even if it was only by tapping the steel loudly against a rock to do so.

The circumstances weren’t good, but at least you were free from that dungeon and the Monk had killed the Brothers.

The Hidden had made you heal a traitor and left you drained. It bothered you to no end and you took consolation in the fact that the bastard had at least gotten rid of those sadistic Brothers in return.

The first drop of rain falling on your hand had you cursing to the high heavens. How long could you survive like this in soaked clothing? By closing your jacket more, you hoped it would protect your bodice and shirt from getting wet.

Minutes of gushing rain turned into hours and that hope was long gone by the time you finally reached a village in the evening.

The cross-bearing sword of the Church would draw attention in the hands of a Fey, still you would not part with the only weapon you had.

If you could ‘find’ something to eat while avoiding curious eyes it would have you one step in the right direction.

A merchant was loading baskets of wares on his wagon and you waited for the right time to run past and steal a loaf of bread. The shouting of the merchant drew unwanted attention and you ran through the streets to avoid getting caught.

It had been quite some time since stealing was necessary, being imprisoned in a dungeon had prevented you from doing so.

By hiding behind stacks of crates, you lost any pursuers and began to eat the bread.

Where were the days were you could sit in the grass with friends and family to eat together? Now a meal was eaten behind crates filled with smelly fish. The life of a Fey wasn’t easy.

The running had exhausted you further, the healing of a heavily wounded person took a lot of energy.

Across the cobblestone street, you saw a child, Fey kind.

The young boy was chewing on an apple and drawing the attention from Manbloods, if one of them snitched to a Red Paladin…

You left your hiding spot to approach the boy, quickly taking him by the shoulder. “Boy, why are you wandering the streets alone like this?”

The boy looked you up and down. “That’s none off your business.”

Oh, really?

You whispered, “Then it will be none of my concern if one of the Manbloods tells a Paladin about a Fey wandering the streets.”

“My Fey camp was attacked by paladins.” He admitted.

You understood that he had fled a massacre and ended up here alone. “I’m sorry. Are you wounded?”

Apart from a healed cut on the side of his head, the boy seemed healthy, he shook his head.

“My name is y/n, what’s yours?”

“Squirrel.” He answered, feeling less wary of you after you had shown concern over his well-being.

You thought you had misheard him. “Squirrel?”

He nodded while taking another bit of his apple.

With those chubby cheeks filled with food, you began to understand it was probably a nickname given to him. “I like it.”

“Are you here alone too?” Squirrel asked.

“I am. I just escaped the Weeping Monk.” You admitted.

The boy’s eyes widened. “You escaped too? He caught me in the woods not long ago and killed the ones who tried to save me from him. Then he let me go.”

You were astounded at the news that the Weeping Monk had let a Fey child go. “He let you go?”

Squirrel nodded. “He said to tell the Fey that he was coming for them.”

That wasn’t something you hoped to hear, it was a blatant threat to your kind from that traitor.

“Typical for a paladin to scare children.” You quietly mumbled.

“Where did you find bread?” He looked at the bread in your hands.

“Where did you find the apple?” You shared a grin.

With a mischievous smirk, Squirrel just about admitted that he had stolen the fruit too.

You proposed the idea, “If we stay together, we can help each other?”

He squinted his eyes for a moment, then agreed to it. “Sounds fine to me.”

You broke a piece from the bread and offered it to Squirrel, who eagerly accepted it.

At last you weren’t alone anymore and you took Squirrel to walk into streets that were less crowded.

While chewing, he suddenly asked, “Isn’t that the Weeping Monk’s sword?”

Once you had had your own sword, it was stolen from you by Ives, now the sword of the notorious Monk rested at your side.

“It is. I stole it from him.” You told the boy the truth.

It piqued his interest. “Did you steal anything else?”

Well, the boy clearly had nothing against theft…

You sighed. “No. I wish I had stolen more of him. We could have sold it and used the coin for food.”

Squirrel patted you on the arm amicably. “Don’t worry, y/n. We can just steal food.”

Some merchants even refused to sell to Fey kind. “I wish we didn’t have to steal.”

The boy offered what was left of the apple and you took a single bite before handing it back to him. “Are you Sky Folk?”

“Yes. What sort of Fey are you?” Squirrel asked.

You thought of lying about it, but it felt wrong to lie to a child who was Fey just like you. “Dawn Folk.”

Squirrel was in awe, Dawn Folk were considered rare. “Really? Is it true that Dawn Folk can heal people?”

You held up a hand playfully. “Yup. I’ve healed quite a lot of people already. "

He brought up another rumor about your kind, “And you can hear the Hidden?”

It was true, the Hidden often made themselves known to Dawn Folk. “Sometimes. Hey, listen. We should find a place to rest tonight, do you know of a place?”

Squirrel did not worry about that at all. “I’ve been sleeping in a shed, it’s big enough for both of us.”

Thank the heavens for this boy and his will to survive. “Excellent. Lead the way.”

The young Fey boy showed you the way to this abandoned shed, and after ‘borrowing’ some wool sheets from around the village the two of you were able to turn it into a small cozy space to rest in.

It wasn’t much but it held the rain and cold out quite well. It was enough.

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After spending a few days with that young rascal whilst hiding in the village, you grew quite fond of him.

Squirrel sure had his wits and he often disappeared from your sight, leaving you worried sick until he returned like nothing ever happened.

The two of you worked together to ‘retrieve’ the necessary things to survive. The food you were able to gather wasn’t much, but it was enough to survive day by day.

During one of these plans to retrieve some freshly baked goods, it all went terribly wrong.

A group of paladins had been scouring the market as well and spotted poor Squirrel, the boy had to run.

You darted after the group to try and save Squirrel from them.

“Hey!” You shouted at them when they did not stop chasing the boy.

One of them stopped, took one look at you and then called out for his red Brothers, “Brothers! IT’S THE GIRL!”

How could you have known that the Monk had given them your description, what you wore and how you looked like, to find you?

By darting into the other direction, you led them away from Squirrel.

You rounded a corner, by the time you saw the paladin he was already swinging at you with the pommel of his sword and it struck against the side of your head.

It was like the light had just went out instantly, long before your body hit the ground.

The group of paladins stopped to watch you lay on the ground unconscious, the one who had struck you down quickly left and returned with the Monk.

“Is this the girl, Brother?” The paladin hoped for good news.

The Monk had awoke alone in the forest, covered in blood but alive and healed.

After the disorientation had passed, the search for you began.

His brothers had received one order from him personally, to find the Fey girl and bring her to him.

His Weeping Brother knelt down briefly, barely acknowledging his presence now. “Put her on the wagon. We return to Father at once.”

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The wheel of the wagon hit a rock on the road and woke you. That headache…

It was still daylight so you could not have lost much time, at least you hoped that was the case.

Your hands were bound in the way that you remembered they had been before. The sword at your side was missing and when you lifted your head up a little, you saw the Monk riding on his horse not far behind the wagon.

The cold steel of a sword touched your cheek suddenly.

“Stay down, Fey whore.” One of the paladins, who rode the wagon with you, warned and made you remain as you were.

The wagon hit another rock and pain shot through your head. It was like they had picked the most rocky road on purpose, maybe they had.

By the time you arrived at the Red Paladin’s camp, you felt sick.

They had to pull you up and out of the wagon, they weren’t careful in the slightest.

The Monk took over and steered you towards one of the biggest tents in the middle of the camp.

“Traitor.” You hissed at him when no other could hear.

He stopped dead in his tracks to look at your face, hatred had it’s home in the way you looked back at him.

The will to please Father overrode the fear that his secret could be exposed.

You were pulled into the tent by him and put on your knees in front of Father Carden.

“Is this the girl?” The priest looked at his Monk with expectation.

“Yes, Father.” The Monk replied obediently, then told you, “Speak your name.”

The priest cared not for your name. “Her name is of no importance. Tell me, girl, is it true you can heal the wounded?”

The cloak of silence fell over you again, you weren’t willing to converse with that paladin scum.

Father Carden was not impressed. “Ah, she is stubborn. Bring her along.”

The priest walked out of the tent and towards another large one, the Monk had a strong hold on your arm to make you follow.

Once inside this tent, it was clear that this one was used as an infirmary for sick and wounded paladins.

One was chosen, a large blood stain on the paladin’s stomach had ruined his robes.

“Heal him, or you will burn like the rest.” Father Carden threatened.

The Monk placed you next to the cot with the dying paladin.

This would hurt. The heavier they were wounded, the more energy it took from you to heal them.

You didn’t even notice how much you were shaking until you had to place your hands on the paladin’s chest.

The paladin’s breathing rattled, he was dying.

You wanted him to die.

They must have seen your hesitation and reluctance.

The Monk came close enough to whisper, “Heal him. Set your anger aside or it will cost you your life.”

A murderous glare was send his way and you wished he had died in that forest so you wouldn’t be here now.

You were anything but gentle and pushed on the wound a little while letting your magic flow to heal.

When it was over, you were on your knees on the ground and shaking heavily while the paladin looked like he had never even been wounded.

“God smiles on us today, my son.” Father Carden expressed his joy to the Monk. “The girl will serve her purpose here. After she has healed all, bring her to the tent, make sure she cannot escape.”

The priest grabbed hold of your chin, demanding you look up at him. “You serve the Church now, girl.”

By spitting in his face, you brought across your opinion on the matter.

Not a tear went to waste when he slapped you in return, the Brothers had gotten you used to it.

Father Carden left the tent and wiped off his face with his sleeve.

The Monk hooked an arm under yours and helped you to your feet again.

That bruise on your cheek must have just healed and now another was in it’s place.

This defiance would bring you no gifts from Father.

“Heal them. The weakest ones first.” He steered you to the ones who had lost a lot of blood from various injuries.

By the time you healed the last one in that tent, you could barely stand.

The sun had gone down about an hour ago.

The Monk walked you out of the tent and you lost the strength in your legs just outside the entrance. The cold grass under you wasn’t helping in the slightest.

There was some form of mercy from him as he let you remain on the ground for a while to regain your strength.

You were exhausted, hungry, and parched for a sip of water.

The mixture of discomfort had you into a state were your head felt oddly light.

With a distant look in your eyes you stared at the ground, and it almost felt as if the energy of nature was very slowly healing you through the soil.

In the meantime, the Monk stood beside you and waited. There was little trust, because his hand never left the pommel of his sword as it rested at his side.

A little while later, he touched your shoulder and then pulled you up.

He brought you to a tent guarded by paladins and walked inside with you.

There was a pathetic wool blanket on the floor, stale bread and a tankard of water you doubted was clean. And still you let him sit you down on the spot, the short walk was already too much.

All you wanted to do was sleep and hope your energy was returned by morning.

He was looking down at you, seeing you suffer after using your powers.

Had the healing truly weakened you so?

Was this what had happened after you had done it to him?

You turned to face away from him, weakly calling him, “Traitor.” again.

At that, you heard him walk away and leave the tent.

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They did not even allow you time to sleep until you were rested. Paladins came to collect you at dawn and brought you back to the infirmary where a fresh batch of wounded paladins waited to be healed.

Why had the Hidden cursed you with this power?

At least they did not appear to be as wounded as the previous ones had been.

It didn’t cost much energy to heal them and you did it slower.

One made a filthy comment, “I know someplace else she could put her hands.”

Around his throat to strangle him?

His Red Brothers laughed, further fueling your hatred for those drapes.

Only when your eyes glowed green upon healing, did they fall silent.

“Witch…”

You heard them utter the word among each other.

A paladin entered the infirmary tent. “Brothers, Father ordered for the girl to be taken to the monastery. Others are waiting to be healed there.”

Your heart sank at the announcement, if they forced you to heal others today it could result in your health declining rapidly after yesterday.

The entrance of the tent was unguarded for the first time when the paladins were too distracted by talking to each other.

They really did underestimate you…

When you sprinted out of the tent, they no longer ignored you.

You didn’t stop running and collided with others in your track, baskets with fruits your stomach so craved fell over as you bumped into them.

A couple of horses stood tied with their reins at a hitching post, loosely tied…

From experience you knew that the black steed would not let you get on, so you aimed for the brown mare.

The mare’s reins were untied swiftly, you put your foot in the stirrup and began to pull yourself up into the saddle.

A firm tug at the back of your vest had you falling backwards into the Monk’s chest.

He had been busy caring for Goliath when he noticed your escape.

Freedom was so close and your will to fight returned, you tried to claw at his face.

He must have anticipated it, the bastard moved you a step back and used his lower leg to make you lose your balance.

You were on the ground, looking up at the Monk who had yet to draw his sword.

The paladins rushed over to aid him.

With a gesture of his hand, he ordered them to stay where they were.

Surrounded by enemies, the Monk seemingly offered you the chance to surrender.

He came closer and tried to take hold of your arm, you smacked it away bitterly.

“Bastard!” The insult was thrown at him.

With an agitated sigh, he ignored your protest and roughly pulled you up from the ground.

The paladins bore witness to how you tried to hit him.

It was far from an equal opponent, he had your arm blocked behind your back within seconds, your back against his chest again. You hated having the enemy breathing down your neck, it was instinct to be unnerved by strangers being behind you.

“Bring the wagon!” He barked the order at his red brothers.

They scurried off to do his bidding.

When you didn’t stop struggling, he used his other hand to grab your throat, it stilled you instantly.

“Stop it.” The Monk was far calmer than you were.

He was quiet for a moment, and then you heard him inhale close to your neck.

You recoiled upon sensing it happen, he stopped immediately and acted like nothing strange had occurred.

As a woman being held a prisoner in a camp full of men, it scared the living daylight out of you when something like this happened.

The Monk let go off your throat when noticing the fear in you. “You will heal those at the monastery. Do as you are told and I will see to it that you will not sleep with hunger tonight.”

By trying to step on his toes, he took that as a ‘No.’

“I see you have made your choice.” There was disappointment in his tone.

A paladin who had returned piped up, “Hit her, Brother!”

The Monk gravely disliked to hear how a paladin tried to command him now. “Why? Can you not handle one Fey girl?”

It was to remind them who had let this happen in the first place.

Once the paladin was put in his place, he ordered for a rope to be handed to him.

He bound your hands in front of you again, it made you think that he preferred to be able to easily see them, just in case…

The wagon was brought forth and the Monk placed you on it, then appointed the two paladins himself who would travel on the back of the wagon with you.

After the Monk went to retrieve his horse, the red priest came out of the large tent and seemed oblivious to what had transpired moments ago.

It would not surprise you if they all kept information from the priest in fear of repercussions.

The mist that hanged in the air made the weather feel colder than it actually was, your trousers, vest and worn down boots did little to shield you from it.

This time the paladins on the wagon weren’t as hostile, alert yes, but not as aggressive.

Considering you would be forced to heal more at the monastery, you took the liberty of trying to get some sleep against a bag filled with linen to be washed. A time would come where they would be distracted again, and you would flee the hell you had found yourself in.

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killtortures33 · 2 years

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Psychiatry is used to label people crazy and medicine is used to damage people health in the land of crimes against humanity

Torture with directed energy weapons on innocent civilians has become a common occurrence in the land of crimes against humanity : USA with estimated millions of people under remote torture.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/J9lsQEHlmwbk/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JPDLPZdtOnSb/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/NflQV6Ajapap/

If the victim complain he or she would be labeled crazy and delusional by a psychiatrist doctor who knows everything about the conspiracy regarding these victims and does his role to certify the victim as delusional and crazy.

From that point on ,the victim would be subjected to insane torture under the watch of everyone and no one listens to him or her as he is considered crazy.

As more physicians and health care providers fell under mind control which means their lives is controlled by thought reading, sleep deprivation, remote 24/7 torture and personality break , health care delivery become of bad quality and subject to the desire of the intelligence agencies.

Mind control crimes care health care which started at few hospitals initially such as the VA HOSPITAL in ANN ARBOR MICHIGAN have spread to most VA Hospitals and most other hospitals as well.

One goal of crimes care health care is to terminate the lives of seniors quietly who are seen as a heavy burden on health care.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/dt6ik9TY98HF/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JNQzIOv1Hh9C/

As the CIA and the rest of the intelligence agencies have increased their mind control crimes on physicians and other health care providers to force them work under remote torture , the physicians' victims can not be expected to deliver a good medicine and would make a very high number of mistakes which put the lives of patients in jeopardy and often kill the one who needs special attention.

Case in point: They have been waking me up very early in the morning and keeping awake all day long (bed bound) so they get me used to practicing medicine sleep deprived and under torture.

To make matter more ridiculous : I left USA 10 years ago and renounce the citizenship few years ago so I do not have to deal with these super criminals and these outrageous crimes against humanity.

USA is now the most dangerous crimes against humanity land with an extremely dangerous health care system where many people are better off not receiving medical care at all than, receiving care by sleepless physicians under torture.

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killtorturerers12 · 1 year

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Psychiatry is used to label people crazy and medicine is used to damage people health in the land of crimes against humanity

Torture with directed energy weapons on innocent civilians has become a common occurrence in the land of crimes against humanity : USA with estimated millions of people under remote torture.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/J9lsQEHlmwbk/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JPDLPZdtOnSb/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/NflQV6Ajapap/

From that point on ,the victim would be subjected to insane torture under the watch of everyone and no one listens to him or her as he is considered crazy.

Mind control crimes care health care which started at few hospitals initially such as the VA HOSPITAL in ANN ARBOR MICHIGAN have spread to most VA Hospitals and most other hospitals as well.

One goal of crimes care health care is to terminate the lives of seniors quietly who are seen as a heavy burden on health care.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/dt6ik9TY98HF/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JNQzIOv1Hh9C/

Case in point: They have been waking me up very early in the morning and keeping awake all day long (bed bound) so they get me used to practicing medicine sleep deprived and under torture.

To make matter more ridiculous : I left USA 10 years ago and renounce the citizenship few years ago so I do not have to deal with these super criminals and these outrageous crimes against humanity.

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killtorturerers10 · 1 year

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Psychiatry is used to label people crazy and medicine is used to damage people health in the land of crimes against humanity

Torture with directed energy weapons on innocent civilians has become a common occurrence in the land of crimes against humanity : USA with estimated millions of people under remote torture.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/J9lsQEHlmwbk/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JPDLPZdtOnSb/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/NflQV6Ajapap/

From that point on ,the victim would be subjected to insane torture under the watch of everyone and no one listens to him or her as he is considered crazy.

Mind control crimes care health care which started at few hospitals initially such as the VA HOSPITAL in ANN ARBOR MICHIGAN have spread to most VA Hospitals and most other hospitals as well.

One goal of crimes care health care is to terminate the lives of seniors quietly who are seen as a heavy burden on health care.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/dt6ik9TY98HF/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JNQzIOv1Hh9C/

Case in point: They have been waking me up very early in the morning and keeping awake all day long (bed bound) so they get me used to practicing medicine sleep deprived and under torture.

To make matter more ridiculous : I left USA 10 years ago and renounce the citizenship few years ago so I do not have to deal with these super criminals and these outrageous crimes against humanity.

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prosecutethetorturerers · 2 years

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The directed energy weapons health care system

The health care system is weapnized and militarized and is used to control people with their problems or by making artificial ones ( while the original problem is fixed another artificial one suddenly appear and it flares up at strange times : example is strange muscular contractions in the belly and back region that render the victim paralyzed and bed bound.. It is also used to kill people in naturally apprearing manner.

Personality are rearranged so it become easier to be cripple people with the push of a button.

The us health care system is infiltrated by the CIA.

The CIA GANGS of criminals are using directed energy weapons that are designed for military use on innocent civillians.

The animal like psychopaths hooligans criminals use the directed energy weapons remotely to cause artificial medical problems especially for people who utilities the health care system to control them ,in other words they cause artificial medical problem to keep the victim busy with his medical problems and control the victim by augmenting the artificial medical problem whenever they want to while they fix the original problem.

Personality break under severe torture and extreme sleep deprivation is one way to cause artificial medical problems and cripple innocent victims

So many people have realized that avoiding the health care system as much as possible is much better than using it.

Tensing the muscles of the belly and the back in a twisting fashion cause severe contractions in the victim whenever the criminals want and make the victim totally bed bound.

Personality break has the effects of surgical operation on the body as the criminals usually limit the function of an important part of the body.

These crimes are done by animal like criminals with no scientific , medical ,or informational background but an ex murderer , ex convict ,a pervert background or something similar.

Imagine these criminals are break ing your personality to their liking .

That is why the damages and the accidents are catastrophic and monstrous.

They see the victims on the screen and able to torture him with the remote control and see the results of the torture on the screen.

These personality break are ill and stupidly planned and has no chance of success.

The criminals keep on destroying the victims with dismal success of reaching the planned goal as the stupid plan is dead wrong and has no chance of success.

That is why these crimes should be named the killing games. As they often end up with killing the victims.

These are true killers and should be prosecuted as murderers.

In addition directed energy weapons are used To

torture the victims, cause crippling personality break, force victims to follow their orders , cripple the victim and end their lives.

These animals criminals torture the victim by remote control and they see the results of their torture on the screen.

The personality break represent taking the torture into a different level of crippling and torture where the victim become bed bound and can not stand or walk using the contractions of the muscles in the abdomen and the back to prevent the victim from walking.

The us health care system has a poor outcome compared to the one s in third world countries.

Infiltration of us health care system with directed energy weapons can be one explanation.

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killtorturerers · 1 year

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Psychiatry is used to label people crazy and medicine is used to damage people health in the land of crimes against humanity

Torture with directed energy weapons on innocent civilians has become a common occurrence in the land of crimes against humanity : USA with estimated millions of people under remote torture.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/J9lsQEHlmwbk/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JPDLPZdtOnSb/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/NflQV6Ajapap/

From that point on ,the victim would be subjected to insane torture under the watch of everyone and no one listens to him or her as he is considered crazy.

Mind control crimes care health care which started at few hospitals initially such as the VA HOSPITAL in ANN ARBOR MICHIGAN have spread to most VA Hospitals and most other hospitals as well.

One goal of crimes care health care is to terminate the lives of seniors quietly who are seen as a heavy burden on health care.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/dt6ik9TY98HF/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JNQzIOv1Hh9C/

Case in point: They have been waking me up very early in the morning and keeping awake all day long (bed bound) so they get me used to practicing medicine sleep deprived and under torture.

To make matter more ridiculous : I left USA 10 years ago and renounce the citizenship few years ago so I do not have to deal with these super criminals and these outrageous crimes against humanity.

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sugarakis-p2 · 29 days

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Big Shiggy Daddy: Ch 10

Art: https://whvn.cc/3zpr36

Previous chapter: 9

In this chapter, the reader is taken on a thrilling and intense journey as you protect Eri during a vicious rat attack. As the battle escalates, you experience fear unlike any other before. Mr. Compress steals the show at the single's fair with a display of his powerful quirk. But just as Mr. Compress revels in the attention, Mothman Shigaraki once again asserts his dominance as the "big daddy" and prepares for a fight with the heroes. While Mr. Compress and Mothman Shigaraki's displays of power showcase the true magnitude of the quirk abilities in this world. However, everything is quickly overshadowed by human Shigaraki and his sinister meeting to deal with Mothman Shigaraki once and for all. This meeting takes a dark turn as they not only plan to defeat him, but also how human Shigaraki likes to inflict torture. Everyone needs a hobby.

Warning: Non/con mouth violation, micro aggress, quirk prejudice, blood and gore, death.

Chapter 10: the train

As Eri bravely approached the Rat King, Steele's eyes widened with rage.

This was his moment to seize control, and he wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way. With a loud roar, he lunged towards Eri, his massive rat-like teeth bared and ready to attack. But you stood between them, determined to protect the little girl. You grabbed Eri and pulled her away from the snarling rat, your heart racing with the situation's intensity. Steele continued to rant and rave, his words venomous and hateful towards outsiders. He saw them as a threat to his power and would do anything to eliminate you.

"These outsiders are liars!" Steel snapped. "They are no doctors!"

But you refused to let that happen. With a calming voice, you tried to reason with Steel and explain that they were not there to cause harm. But it was no use. He was consumed by his own fear and greed. As the chaos in the room escalated, the other rats grew restless and agitated. It was a dangerous situation that could quickly escalate into a full-blown battle. You knew you had to act quickly to diffuse the tension and protect Eri.

With one arm wrapped tightly around her, you swung your other arm wildly, trying to fend off the relentless rodents. But they were relentless, their numbers seeming to multiply with each passing second. You could hear her whimpering in fear, her tiny body trembling against your chest. You knew you had to protect her at all costs. You held her high above your head, hoping the rats would not be able to reach her. But as you felt their sharp teeth sink into your skin, the pain was almost unbearable.

You could feel the warm blood trickling down your legs as you continued to fight off the swarm. You couldn't let them reach Eri. You couldn't let them hurt her. With a burst of adrenaline, you let out a primal scream and swung your arm with all your might. You felt a satisfying crunch as your makeshift weapon connected with the rats, sending them flying in all directions as you kicked and stomped.

The sensation of terror coursing through your body was overwhelming as you struggled to fight off the relentless rats. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, allowing you to maintain your grip on the sweet girl who was now a liability in this fight for survival. As you lifted her higher, trying to shield her from the rodent onslaught, you couldn't help but think how ironic it was that you were singing her praises just moments before. Now, she was your only hope of making it out of this alive.

The swarm of rats seemed endless, their beady eyes and sharp teeth closing in on you from all angles. You felt sharp bites and scratches all over your body, the searing pain making it difficult to see or think clearly. But you knew you had to keep going, for her sake and your own. You gritted your teeth and focused all your energy on defending yourself and the girl, swinging and kicking at the rats as they swarmed closer. Suddenly, Steel lunged and bit into your arm, and managed to sink its teeth in. Hot jets of blood ran down your side. The excruciating pain jolted through your body, causing you to momentarily lose your grip on the girl. But you quickly regained your hold, determined not to let her fall into the clutches of the relentless rodents.

You could hear shouting from the rat king and Mr. Chew, but it was all just background noise as you focused solely on saving the girl and escaping this nightmare. As the minutes dragged on, the struggle intensified, and the pain became almost unbearable. But you refused to give up, fueled by a primal survival instinct. Shouts from the rat king and Mr. Chew were lost as all you could think of was, "I'm going to die."

You held Eri close, her tiny body now stained with blood from your wounds. But you didn't care as long as she was safe in your arms. You knew you would do anything to protect her, no matter the cost. You clung to Eri, her fragile form shaking in your embrace. Your own wounds were throbbing, but they were nothing compared to the thought of losing her. You could feel the warm stickiness of your blood mingling with hers, a cruel reminder of the dangers surrounding you.

But at this moment, nothing mattered except keeping Eri safe. You would do anything to shield her from harm, from the world that had already dealt her such a cruel hand. The only thing that mattered was that she was in your arms and safe. As you looked into her pure, innocent eyes, your heart ached with ferocious determination. You would protect her, no matter the cost. And as the terror of the situation threatened to overwhelm you, your will to survive kicked in. And as you looked into her innocent eyes, you knew you would do it all again without hesitation. In a horrifying moment, your will to live made you hysterical.

You didn't want to die. You wanted to see Chouka again. Your sweet child you felt was a curse on you. A product of rape, and with so many special needs, you could never hope to keep from drowning in debt. You didn't want to die, not when there was so much left to do. So many years of regret and resentment towards Chouka, a child born from a violent act and left with special needs that seemed insurmountable. But you wanted to make things right, to be the mother she deserved. You wanted to show her the love and care she had been denied for so long.

But in this desperate moment, all those hopes and dreams seemed to disappear. As you felt your arm being torn from your body, the agony was almost too much to bear. But you refused to let go of Eri, even as your strength began to fail you. You didn't want to die here like this! You felt your arm flesh detach and pull from your body. As the pain tore through you, you could feel your grip on Eri weakening. You had to hold on, for her sake.

Your mind was racing, trying to come up with an escape plan, a way to survive this nightmare. Your mind was racing, frantically searching for a way to escape this nightmare. You couldn't let this be the end, not when you had fought so hard to survive for Eri's sake. With a surge of determination, you held onto Eri tightly, clinging to the hope that you would make it out of this alive. Your heart was filled with a fierce love for your daughter, and you knew that no matter what happened, you would do everything in your power to keep her by your side.

As you took your final, desperate breath, your voice echoed through the air with a single word: "Chouka!"

It was a primal scream, filled with raw terror and a fierce determination to cling to life. As your body succumbed to death, your quirk activated, unleashing a deafening sound akin to that of a thousand raging beasts. The rats that had surrounded you retreated in fear, unable to withstand the intense force of your quirk. Despite the blinding pain that consumed you, all you could think about was the safety of Eri, commanding the rats to keep their distance and not harm her. Despite the looming darkness threatening to consume you, your ferocious determination to survive remained unshaken. Your grip on the young girl's hand loosened as your body began to give in to the exhaustion and pain. But as Eri's gentle touch reached you, a sense of tranquility washed over you, easing the excruciating agony coursing through your veins. Every fiber of your being yearned for air. When you finally managed to draw a breath, it felt like a surge of life flowing back into you, revitalizing your weary soul. Your fierce will to live emerged victorious, overpowering the shadows that sought to claim you. With a newfound vigor, you clung to life.

"Get up, you stupid cunt!" Mr. Chew, his voice filled with alarm and urgency, let out a piercing scream. "You managed to push them back, but don't let your guard down - Steel is regrouping and rallying their forces!"

You rise to your feet, your body thrumming with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. You know exactly what you felt when your quirk awakened, and you have no doubts about what you must do now. With a commanding roar, you unleash your quirk upon the swarm of rats, directing them to attack their leader, Steel. As the vermin swarm over him, you can see the fear and panic in his eyes.

"Save the King, Eri!" Mr. Chew's urgent voice rings out as he charges forward alongside the others. "If we can rescue the rat king, we won't have to rely on the dumb twat's quirk!" As if responding to Mr. Chew's plea, Eri sprints towards the rat king and touches him, using her quirk to reverse his aging and restore him to his prime.

The chaos and destruction around you begin to subside as the rat king looks to you with newfound respect and gratitude. You have proven to be a powerful ally in this battle against chaos. Now, with the rat king on your side, you stand ready to punish Steel. You know that with your awakened quirk and the support of your friends and allies, you felt something you've never felt before. A sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced, filling you with a sense of strength and confidence that you had never known before. Something that twisted darkly in you. Power.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, Shigaraki's patience slowly dwindled. He was eager to start their planned event and didn't care about suffering a slight sunburn. Meanwhile, Compress was busy pampering Chouka and researching the plane's counterpart.

"I was broken out of prison and now run what's called the Tokyo strip with my own magic shows in conjunction with Dabi on something called the culling games. How droll of me. At least I'm robbing legitimately," Compress grumbled, clearly unimpressed with his current occupation. He then turned to Chouka, his tone much softer. "Do you need anything else, my dear? Another corn dog or perhaps a slushie?"

Chouka sucked down her slushie and stared at him suspiciously, "Are you just being nice because you want to sleep with my mommy?" Chouka took another sip of her slushie, observing Compress. She couldn't help but feel suspicious of him. After all, she had seen how some other men in the League of Villains looked at her mother with desire. Was Compress just another one of them? Her suspicion only grew when he laughed at her question. But instead of denying it, he purred with a wicked grin, confirming her fears. Chouka's eyes narrowed as she studied him, wondering his true intentions.

"Why yes," he purred with a mischievous grin. "But you can do much worse than having me as a second father. At least I'm not Dabi. You know, because of the lack of females, it's common to have more than one male to a fertile female."

But then he surprised her by mentioning becoming a second father to her. Chouka raised an eyebrow in confusion, unsure of what he meant. Chouka couldn't imagine having more than one male figure in her life, especially a villain like Compress. But then she thought of Dabi, the cold and distant member of the League who showed no interest in her mother. Maybe having Compress as a second father wouldn't be so bad after all. Still, she couldn't shake off her suspicion of him. She continued to watch him as she took another sip of her slushie, her antennae twitching in uncertainty. She didn't want to trust him too quickly, especially when it came to her mother's safety. But Compress seemed unfazed by her suspicion. He simply chuckled and took a sip of his drink, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed posture. It was almost as if he knew she couldn't resist his charm and offer.

Chouka observed with a slight twitch of her antennae, "Dabi has no interest in my mother whatsoever."

"Dabi is more interested in your father. They had a thing along with Spinner. For your father, it seemed like a phase. He was always more focused on keeping them controlled than actual love and it seemed the same for Dabi," Compress said nonchalantly. Chouka fluttered her wings in annoyance. "I want to clarify; I'm not insinuating that you're or your mother are simply a fleeting phase, but it's essential to always anticipate potential disappointments. Being prepared is a principle I live by," Compress remarked, hinting that Shigaraki's fatherhood may be temporary, nonetheless.

In many ways, she considered Compress the most insidious villain in her life. Chouka couldn't deny that something was alluring about Compress; it could be his charm or his genuine desire to love you. Maybe it was his confidence or smooth words, but she couldn't help but feel intrigued by him. Despite feeling guarded, Chouka decided to let Compress entertain her for the time being. After all, what harm could it do to have someone like him, a charming but dangerous villain, as a second father figure? Compress revealed unsettling information about Dabi's past involvement with Chouka's parents, particularly her father. Apparently, there had been a brief romantic connection between Dabi and her father, along with their fellow villain, Spinner. Chouka's antennae twitched in irritation at the thought of her father having been involved with someone as twisted as Dabi. It seemed that for her father, his priority had always been maintaining control over his cohorts rather than genuine love. Chouka couldn't help but feel annoyed at Compress for bringing up such personal matters, especially since she was still technically a child.

"Listen, my dear. What I'm trying to tell you is that you don't have to settle for less. You have endless possibilities, while men like me are willing to do anything for a taste of genuine love. Your father may be trying, but the truth is, someone like me with experience can transform you into a powerful vixen. I have parental experience. If my daughter had even half of your beauty, she could easily reign over the world. Plus, I can make your parents happy. I know how to step in when your father is losing control. Consider it," Compress seductively tempted.

He was wise in his thinking. When Shigaraki declared him the only family man he could trust, he immediately saw an opportunity. He would focus on Chouka and try to win her over. In his eyes, Shigaraki didn't truly love you. He just enjoyed torturing you, like he did with all his "toys," and he didn't want to share you with anyone else.

But even with the influx of new females, there would always be a need for sharing in the group. Shigaraki's greed was causing problems for the entire group despite their current position as the top team. History has shown that the strongest groups were the ones who worked together and shared power. Those who tried to rule alone often faced collapse when they pushed their limits. It was possible that Shigaraki simply didn't care about the ruling, or worse, he wanted to see it fail. If it weren't for Chouka, he was confident that Shigaraki would become a reclusive leader who would never achieve anything significant again. His musing was interrupted when Mr. Watanabe's sudden appearance startled him. The distinguished, typically composed man was now wildly gesturing towards them with his claws. It was a strange sight, to say the least, as he tried to urgently capture his attention.

"We can't just open the gate!" Mr. Watanabe fretted. Mr. Compress jumped in surprise and instantly tried to defuse the situation.

"We are graced with the presence of a thousand esteemed women and children waiting patiently in line, and with their company inside our event, the wait for the arrival of the men will surely be made more bearable." Compress artfully fabricated. His true motive, however, was to make a quick escape before this alleged god Shigaraki had predicted arrived, as Watanabe's nervousness and incessant clicking noises were beginning to make him look like a disturbing human-praying mantis hybrid.

"I simply cannot ignore this any longer," Mr. Watanabe fumed, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Not only is Mr. Shimura letting them venture into a park with insufficient staff to run it, but there's something else I need to discuss with you first." His words are searing with urgency. Compress couldn't help but freeze, anticipating what was coming next.

"Staff?" Compress asked. Watanabe exploded into a tirade, bemoaning the inadequate staffing and accusing Compress of manipulating schedules for his own selfish gain. The realization dawned on Watanabe that Compress was actively hoarding female employees while disregarding the males. A surge of suspicion and betrayal washed over Watanabe as he glared at Compress, wondering what the man was up to. He had also avoided responses for when the men were to come to the event.

"Of course," Mr. Watanabe exclaimed, beads of sweat forming on his brow. The staff for the rides, the concession stands, and the babysitting tents—all of them!"

Compress pondered this, his mind swirling with doubt. Would Shigaraki be able to amplify his magic enough for this daunting task? And as if that wasn't enough, he hadn't even considered the presence of male staff. He couldn't help but wonder if Shigaraki would simply dispose of them due to their nation's male surplus. However, he reassured himself that, for now, he could ease Mr. Watanabe's anxiousness with his honeyed words.

"Ah, Mr. Watanabe," Compress began with a charming smile. Watanabe couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in his stomach at the term of endearment. Compress made him feel a way he hadn't in years. "Mr. Shimura may be a bit assertive, but it is his money we are playing with. However, rest assured that we will have plenty of suitable gentlemen for all these beautiful ladies. I have carefully selected men who seek a good time and can provide for a family. Our goal is prosperity and happiness," he feigned, brushing something off Watanabe's sharp suit, causing the latter to flush and nod.

"But let me assure you, my dear friend, that my seemingly uncaring facade is only a façade. I truly care about your well-being. I care about these ladies and the success of the future," Compress reassured Watanabe with genuine concern. "And I want you to confidently open the park and enjoy yourself without any worries. Our hard work will surely pay off. And remember, no matter what happens, I will always protect you." His words were tinged with a hint of flirtation, causing Watanabe's heart to skip a beat. Compress does mean it. He's going to take care of his friend. Watanabe looks slightly relieved and accepts this.

"We've texted a lot. I know you are also worried about the population. I'm not going to deny our nation didn't have a problem before. Still, recently, it has been a combination of infertility and a lack of resources. You have no idea how chaotic it was. The demon lord's takeover caused so much destruction and turmoil. And while he may have brought advanced technology, it came at a price. Our population is declining, and there is a lack of resources. The demon king has complete control over everything. I fear for the safety of our children, who can no longer walk alone without fear," Watanabe was casually commenting. However, Compress visibly paled. Watanabe looked concerned, "Mr. Sako, are you ok?"

Compress plastered on a smile, "Of course, dear. Do me a favor. Watch out for Chouka for me while I talk to Mr. Shimura." Compress tipped his hat before he turned and sprinted through the chaos, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear Chouka's high-pitched voice in the distance, asking Watanabe a question. She wanted to know if Watanabe would be a mommy or a daddy. Watanabe chuckled in response, saying he could be anything and everything, but his pronouns is he/him, Chouka nodded her head accepting this answer asking for another slushy, and Compress couldn't help but chuckle to.

As he approached Shigaraki, he could see the leader ushering women and children into the park. But Compress didn't have time to dwell on the disturbing implications of their conversation. He needed to inform Shigaraki now. He had to reach Shigaraki. Gasping for air, Compress finally skidded to a stop in front of Shigaraki.

"I just heard from Watanabe," he panted, "There's an infertility issue among the women who were killed!" Shigaraki's chittering annoyance was palpable as he yanked Compress aside. Shigaraki's expression turned to frustration as he hissed, "Obviously."

"Does that mean we could potentially tear it apart with so many people being pulled into our world?" Compress asked, his panic growing. Shigaraki's grip tightened on his arm, pulling him further away from the civilians.

"You didn't leave Chouka alone with that creepy mantis, did you?" Shigaraki asked. He did not like spiders, ladybugs, or praying mantis quirks at all. Compress face scrunched into his own mask of irritation. Shigaraki may not trust a mantis heteromorph, but Mr. Watanabe would never hurt a child. But he couldn't dwell on his mistake for long, as his mind was consumed by a terrifying thought.

"With this many people being pulled into our world," he said, panic rising in his voice, "couldn't we, in theory, tear apart both of our worlds?" Shigaraki's expression darkened as he considered the possibility. He pulled Compress away from the crowd with a forceful tug, determined to closely monitor the situation. The stakes had never been higher, and there was no room for error.

"Perhaps, if we didn't already possess the knowledge to dispel the effects of magic and have you, we can easily trick our world. Magic is vastly more…flexible," Shigaraki said smugly.

It was evident that Shigaraki was not just a mere mortal but something much more extraordinary. Shigaraki understood other's capabilities and limits with magic and how to push them beyond their normal boundaries. As the magic swirled around Shigaraki, threatening to consume him, Compress couldn't help but admire his determination. As the dwindling light of the evening cast ominous shadows around them, Shigaraki's words hung heavy with a sense of impending drama. His feathery antennae twitched and flexed, a clear sign of his agitation, as Shigaraki spoke of the advantage of those with the ability to harness magic.

"The humans of this world are docile, weak creatures," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "They have it so easy, yet they suppress their very nature. It's pathetic. We have discussed this Compress." Compress wanted to argue that maybe they had misjudged their capabilities. Shigaraki seemed almost lost in his thoughts for a moment before turning to Compress with a sense of urgency.

"We don't have much time. I've been able to thwart my human self, my foolish human self. But the god is coming. Come closer, its time," he urged, his voice bordering on frantic. As Compress and his allies cautiously approached, Shigaraki's words became more ominous. "By the way," he added with a sly smile, "that much power flowing through you might hurt." Just when Compress thought the situation couldn't become any more tense, he spotted Chouka and Watanabe slowly approaching them. Relief washed over him at the sight of them. Still, Watanabe's curiosity got the better of him as he wanted to see what was happening and if he reasoned Mr. Shimura.

"Why is Chouka alone with him?" Shigaraki hissed.

Compress ignored Shigaraki and walked up to Watanabe as if he were about to intervene in a confrontation, which made Mr. Watanabe freeze in confusion. "I'm truly sorry about this. I meant what I said. I will protect you," Compress said, turning the confused Watanabe into a marble.

Chouka shouted in surprise, "Why did you do that?" Shigaraki snorted and scratched his neck.

"You're not seriously bringing that thing, are you?" he sneered.

Compress sighed and shook his head in frustration. He shouldn't have to explain himself after all this time, "Mr. Watanabe knows how to organize. It will make the transition smoother, and he is my friend."

Shigaraki nodded and smirked, "There is always room for what my allies desire." Shigaraki's words never failed to catch Compress off guard, always filled with unexpected twists and turns. But Compress was used to it. This was just another one of Shigaraki's dramatic displays.

He looked to Chouka and stroked a hand over her little antenna. "Do not fret Chouka. Mr. Compress is taking care of his friend. We're about to make many new friends. Remember what I taught you? Open your third eye now," Shigaraki whispered to his daughter.

It was Compress's time to take the stage and bask in the spotlight. As they clasped hands, a daring move that would send chills down the spines of most, Compress couldn't help but feel a surge of electricity in the air. He could almost feel the decay of time and space crawling up his good arm, ready to wreak havoc at his command.

But he was determined not to let anyone ruin this moment. It was a time to savor and revel in, a moment that made him feel invincible. The intoxicating rush of magical energy flowed through his veins, making him feel like a deity. His heart thundered in his chest, the adrenaline coursing through him like a surge of potent drugs. With trembling excitement, he reached out and placed his hand on the ground, where the pulsing sigil glimmered with power. The very essence of his ability throbbed in his palm, and he closed his fist around it with unbreakable determination.

He compressed the mountain-sized event into a tiny marble with all his might. And as the earth trembled beneath him, he knew he had achieved the impossible. He had done it! His legs wobbled as he tried to keep upright, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he struggled to maintain his balance. The power he had just unleashed was still thrumming in his head, overwhelming and intoxicating. Compress, despite his injuries, couldn't help but grin in exhilaration. But the rush was short-lived as he suddenly felt a warm trickle down his face. He reached up to wipe it away and was met with the sight of his own blood seeping out of every orifice on his face.

The gravity of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, and he quickly glanced over at Shigaraki, only to see him screaming in panic. Compress followed his line of sight, and his heart dropped as he saw the legendary gods, Le Million and Deku, approaching them. In a panicked state, Shigaraki thrust a crying and struggling Chouka into Compress's hands before being yanked away by the overwhelming force of their opponent.

With wide eyes, Compress looked back and forth between the sobbing Chouka and the god that could potentially end them all. He knew what he had to do despite the nagging voice in his head warning him against it. He needed to close the portal before any heroes could slip through and wreak havoc. A hero could expose Shigaraki, who is not here. Without Shigaraki, there would be anarchy and challenges to take the throne.

"Close it, Chouka! Close it!" Compress screamed, but he didn't need to. Shigaraki did it for Chouka. He knew forcing fate brings its own set of consequences. This will set him on the path he needed. Compress was still shocked by the selflessness. He wasn't going to make his daughter decide. Compress remembers that day. That day, when things were going so wrong. They were losing. After all the training and sacrifice, it looked like the "good guys" status quo would prevail. After all, they were more trained, and the hero's had a few gods too. Then the god Stars and Stripe made a wish. She wished upon a Star and killed most of the women, including herself and the hero names Star, at Hawk's encouragement. It was dumb luck and sheer numbers the bad guys won. But Compress remembers….

He remembers Shigaraki about to strike the final blow on the cursed green rabbit. When the heroes had just killed their future. They destroyed most of the women; it was a scream that went across the land. But from the outside, it looked like Deku had fallen. Shigaraki had a gleeful, sadistic joy in his eyes as he was about to decay all of the land and kill the agitated Deku, who was weeping like a child. Shigaraki froze, his smile dropping as horror crossed his face. With a screech of distress, he looked behind him, his antennae waving in the air, sensing something was wrong.

Shigaraki FROZE.

Then, like lightning, he flew and ripped the sky open. Shigaraki returned later with a bundle in his arms, making his demands clear and ultimate to the fallen heroes. The other side had no fight, and Shigaraki wouldn't explain himself why he wasn't destroying the land and declaring himself king. The group felt divided and felt it was too late to argue with Shigaraki. The bad guys won, but it felt hollow. It felt different. This time, when his lover Spinner tried to confront him, Shigaraki almost tore his head off in protecting the bundle he held in his arms. Compress was a father too, but a villain first who still didn't understand how they had won but still did not have what they wanted until now. Shigaraki didn't continue to destroy, and Compress could never wrap his head around it.

Only when he saw Shigaraki forcing the portal closed for his daughter did he understand. Shigaraki was a questionable leader, a shit lover, but he was a good father. Compress didn't understand how he could suddenly become a daddy first, but he did. Compress tried to comfort Chouka as he heard a train in the distance.

Spinning around in fury, Shigaraki's ruthless claws tore through the air with unbridled savagery. His gut roiled with an intense mix of emotions, each battling for dominance within him. People often labeled him as a cold, heartless sociopath, but they couldn't have been further from the truth. Deep within his hardened exterior lay a soft spot reserved only for a few select individuals.

At the center of that spot was Chouka, a pure and gentle soul who captured his heart from the moment he saw her. He promised himself to never let her suffer the same fate as he did under the cruel hands of his Master and father. He had poured his heart and soul into caring for her, nurturing her, and holding her close. He remembers every little sneeze, every wail and tear, every time she clutched at him. She was a part of him like no other.

But as he watched her tiny hand reach out for him through the closing portal, it was as if his heart was being ripped apart. The pain and anguish he felt at that moment were almost too much to bear. And yet, it wasn't only the heartache that consumed him, but an overwhelming sense of hate. Fists clenched tight; Shigaraki seethed with fury. It was their fault, all of it! These cursed heroes!

Red Riot stumbled back, his grip faltering. Shigaraki tore deep gouges in his tough skin, hastily released his hold, and leaped backward. It was the meddlesome scum from a parallel universe, the same AU lot he can't stand, their constant interference plaguing him at every turn. Shigaraki's face contorted in frustration, his hand absently scratching at his neck as he muttered, "I suppose I'll have to temper myself this time." His eyes flashed with barely contained rage.

A week before.

The one called AFO, once feared and revered as the most powerful villain in existence, is now simply Shigaraki to his allies. His former identity as All for One or Tenko or Tomura Shigaraki is a distant memory, drowned out by his new persona. But this transformation has left him in a state of confusion and chaos for a while, unable to distinguish his own thoughts and feelings. As AFO and Tomura's consciousnesses merged, there was no violent battle for dominance, no struggle for control. Instead, they melted together seamlessly, becoming something entirely new. There was no overwhelming itch for either of them anymore. In this new form, Shigaraki realizes that this is what he has always yearned for - to shed his past and become one with his true self. His powerful self. Without the itch, he can temper his need for destruction.

But this new being is not to be trifled with. Shigaraki is not a kind or merciful ruler to be under. He is a demon lord. Shigaraki is no longer bound by the limitations of his former identity, and with that comes a newfound power and darkness. He has transcended his old self and emerged as a demon lord, ruling over all with an iron fist and cruelty, for he knows no mercy or compassion. He is a force to be reckoned with, a living embodiment of chaos and destruction. The world trembles under his rule, and all must bow before the might of Shigaraki, the creature who has shed his old identities to become something even more sinister.

His newfound obsession is to crush others, reveling in their destruction with sadistic glee. No one around his board table is safe from his cunning and diabolical schemes. With his recent release from the hospital, he wasted no time summoning an urgent meeting, ready to unleash his wicked machinations.

"Listen up," Shigaraki commanded, his voice dripping with malice and self-satisfaction. "First, I want my special room transformed into something more than a mere sex dungeon. I want it to be a cozy apartment fit for a Queen. And right next to it, I want a room fit for a little princess, one who loves the night. I want it to be perfect, perhaps with a starry night motif on the ceiling." His eyes gleamed excitedly as he stared at the ceiling, imagining the possibilities of claiming what was rightfully his. Yoichi and Nana were melded in him somewhere, and now he had a child to mold in his image. And that other Shigaraki? He was just another pawn in Shigaraki's grand game, and he will come to heel.

"Second," Shigaraki continued, his gaze shifting to the board. The doppelganger was heavy on his mind. There's a man I desire. A man I must have. He is a Shimura. I want him, and nothing will stand in my way."

The intensity in his words sent shivers down the spines of those around him. After all, everything and everyone belonged to him, including the man he desired. The tension in the boardroom was palpable, the silence so thick it was suffocating. Shigaraki's twisted smile widened as he savored the fear emanating from the other members. They were like rabbits caught in headlights, frozen in terror of his ominous energy. Suddenly, a cacophony of frantic voices erupted in a frenzy of finger-pointing and accusations. Shigaraki's nostrils flared as the distinct stench of fear sweat mixed with the pungent aroma of urine filled the room. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of one member cowering in a puddle of his own piss.

"Impossible!" one member shouted, his voice trembling. "We conducted a thorough search. There's no way-"

But Shigaraki cut him off with a wicked grin. "Clearly, you didn't search well enough. Or perhaps someone failed in their duties?" His eyes landed on the division he knew was responsible for the mistake. If they had made a mistake, he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to torture these people.

A chorus of voices erupted in agreement, each one trying to shift the blame onto the other. Shigaraki basked in the mayhem, the havoc that erupted wherever he went. It was a sweet symphony orchestrated by his mere existence. He could send the world into a frenzy with just a few calculated words. The rush of power was intoxicating, fueling his insatiable desire to sow more chaos. He knew no one failed but couldn't resist savoring this moment like a lavish feast. A feast fit for a king, like the ones his father would have served him using one hand. Oh, how he would have laughed at the sight of Kotaro's face seeing his son ruling over Japan with ease. But these musings are unproductive.

"Silence! You have all disappointed me with your incompetence. This is your moment to redeem yourselves. This Shimura possesses a formidable insectoid quirk and is holding a matchmaking event in the territory of heroes. And we must maintain our treaty with the Heroes, who generously provide us with monetary support. But this man...I want him. I want to hear ideas and plans on acquiring him without disrupting our alliance," he declared, his fingers peaking and a chilling smile.

"Can't you just go in there and take him?" the lady pleaded, her voice trembling with fear. Her request was clearly foolish, but now she had captured his attention—a dangerous feat.

"If I need to do everything myself, then what do I need you for?" Shigaraki snapped, his anger rising with each passing moment. A sinister smile crept onto his face as he fixed his intense gaze on the woman, his hand reaching instinctively for his weapon. He wanted to hear her suggestions, to see her squirm in his presence. He could sense her trembling and could practically taste her fear.

"Please," she stammered, struggling to find her words. "I-I just thought-"

But her voice faltered as Shigaraki's chilling laughter pierced through the air, sending shivers down her spine. The lady could feel the weight of his gaze as he stared at her, his eyes filled with malice and amusement. Then she realized that speaking out of turn was a grave error.

"You were about to say something?" Shigaraki taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, go on. I want to hear every last thought that crosses your mind, and they better be worth my time." The woman finally said the obvious same unoriginal plan.

"We can cause a distraction for the heroes and extract him?" She spoke. Shigaraki shook his head.

"He'll be aware of our arrival. And I've already reached out to the heroes to make them aware of him and keep our good relationship intact," Shigaraki sneered, the thought of you and Moth together making his blood boil with jealousy. It was information that could have been useful earlier, but he had kept it to himself. As his comrades frantically searched for information, he couldn't help feeling a twisted satisfaction that they were coming up empty-handed. He had personally dug into the matter and had come to the final conclusion: that bastard was from another world, invading his territory and taking his woman.

That woman should have been his wife, Chouka should have been his child, and all of it should have been his happiness. He couldn't understand how the lowly Tenko had managed to capture your heart. Love was a foreign and weak emotion to him despite his familial sense of justice. As he tried to focus on their plans for the capture, his thoughts drifted back to you and Moth Shigaraki, and the seething rage within him only grew stronger.

Every single clue and piece of evidence he had come across led to the undeniable conclusion that you were from his world, and thus, you belonged to him. Lately, he found himself unable to perform at his best without thoughts of you invading his mind, and he despised that weakness more than anything. It was a disturbing realization for him, but lately, he had found himself unable to perform without thoughts of you invading his mind. It was infuriating to think that he had become so dependent on you for pleasure.

He knew the power of sexual violation all too well, and it had often been his go-to motivation in the past. Yet even this tactic seemed to fail him without your presence. He couldn't even motivate himself to do it, which was a crushing blow to his ego. It reminded him that he had become weak and powerless without your presence.

A sense of frustration washed over him as he listened to the woman suggest bringing outside villains to procure the Moth man from prison. It was the obvious and most effective plan, one that he himself would have employed. However, his purpose here was not real solutions but relishing in the torment of these incompetent fools. He sighed mentally at their lack of understanding.

"Where are these villains coming from? Do you know any personally?" Shigaraki inquired, his tone challenging and demanding. As the woman sat before him, her fear evident in her wide eyes and trembling body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She was weak and vulnerable, just like all the other pawns that had crossed his path. But her next words caught his attention.

"I know a few from when I was a sidekick," she admits. She had been a sidekick, someone who had collaborated with the heroes. His smirk widened at this new discovery.

"So, you've had personal interactions with these villains," he mused, his red eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Tell me, were you just a mere pawn in their game? Or did you enjoy playing with danger, perhaps even indulging in more intimate activities?" Shigaraki teased, licking his lips suggestively so she understood his lewd meaning. Knowing they can't deceive him; he has a nasty quirk implanted in them if they try. The woman's mouth fell open in shock at his crude words, her cheeks flushing red. But she couldn't deny it. Shigaraki could see the guilt and shame in her eyes as she nodded. Without waiting for a verbal response, Shigaraki continued with a twisted smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement.

"It would be a shame if these villains remembered your past... exploits and decided to collect their payment in a different form." His words sent shivers down her spine, and she knew she would have to pay a heavy price for her past mistakes. Shigaraki's words hung in the air, a reminder of the consequences that awaited her. The guilt and shame in her eyes only grew stronger as she realized the gravity of her actions. But it was too late now, and she would have to face the consequences of her choices. He would make her.

Her voice quivered as she spoke, fully aware of Shigaraki's power and the danger of crossing him. "Then I will pay them," she said, her words barely above a whisper.

She could feel the weight of her words bearing down on her. It was a moment she had been dreading, yet it had arrived. Shigaraki's bored expression only added to her feelings of shame and humiliation. She could sense his disappointment in her, and it was almost suffocating. She knew she had disappointed him, and that was a feeling she never wanted to experience again. Shigaraki's response was mocking, his voice oozing with disdain.

"Do you really believe that you can satisfy them?" he asked, a sly smile playing on his lips. "It's been so long since you were a slutty pawn. Do you even remember how to please a man?"

Despite the heat rising to her cheeks, she held her tongue. She knew that showing any signs of discomfort or weakness would only amuse Shigaraki further. His gaze bore into her, challenging her to prove herself. But she was no longer just a sidekick. She was determined to prove that she was capable of anything.

Her eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and determination as she responded, "I can do it."

A glint of excitement flickered in Shigaraki's eyes as he unzipped his pants, prompting her to prove herself. She felt a sense of dread wash over her as she realized she would have to fulfill the desires of these men, who saw her only as an object for their pleasure. But she would do it because she had no other choice but to obey Shigaraki's every command.

"Prove it," he taunted, his power over her palpable as he unzipped his pants. He watched the blood drain from her face. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do. She would have to perform for these cowards she calls co-workers, humiliating herself for Shigaraki's amusement. She steeled herself, refusing to show any weakness, determined to prove herself as more than just a mere slutty sidekick past her prime.

She stood resolutely in front of him, her eyes narrowed in determination, and her lips pressed into a thin line. With a quick tug, she removed her glasses and dropped to her knees before him. Her breathing was heavy, a mixture of disgust and fear, as she reached into his pants and pulled out his large, flaccid member. It lay in her hand, resembling a fat, pale grub. With a loud, wet slurp, she took it into her mouth, the warmth of her mouth enveloping him. Her saliva was wet and sloppy, evidence of her futile attempts to arouse him.

Finally, his impotence proved to be a blessing in disguise. In a mocking tone, he taunted, "Is this all you're capable of?" He boasted that even inexperienced, innocent girls were able to satisfy him better than her. Pointing to his flaccid state as evidence, he further humiliated her by saying, "Look at this. Not even a stir." As she continued to try harder, the uncomfortable display caused everyone to wonder if there was something wrong with her. They had witnessed him violate countless men and women before, but now they doubted her abilities. Was she truly that terrible? He relished her complete humiliation, his pride growing with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, her pride and self-esteem crumbled as she desperately used her trembling fingers. Like her mouth, her ego was drying up as her tears served as lubrication for her frantic motions. She was reduced to nothing but a woman struggling to please a man who had already deemed her unworthy.

Despite the fierce and determined suction of her mouth, his member remained unmoved. Usually, he found great pleasure in watching women degrade themselves, even to the point of staining his expensive clothes with their bodily fluids. But this time, that was not enough to make him reach his climax. He could have easily lost control and exploded down her throat or even expanded his flesh to pop her like a balloon, as he had done when he lacked the proper control. He saw it in his mind as he had done it before, but he managed to resist this time. Instead, he watched with satisfaction as her spirit was slowly crushed, her tears and snot mixing and staining his Armani pants. The exact moment when her spirit broke and her ego shattered. A grin spread across his face as he loomed over her like a ghoul, relishing her vulnerability. This was just the beginning of his real enjoyment. Despite her ego being cracked open, he wanted to see the foundation crumble to dust. It was not enough for her to be degraded in front of him. He needed to completely break her down. And he was determined to do just that.

"Such a pitiful sight. That was pathetic. You are nothing but worthless trash." He sneered through gritted teeth as he stared at the woman's exhausted and slack-jawed expression, her drooling face a sign of her defeat. Roughly grasping her jaw, he forced her to meet his intense gaze. "Allow me to demonstrate the proper way of doing things."

He forces his cock to rise by activating his quirk. At first, the woman had tried to fight back, to refuse to open her mouth, with a pitiful shake of her head and a genuine look of fear. But Shigaraki was relentless, and they would forcefully pry open her mouth and pinch her nose shut painfully, bringing more tears to her eyes as he shoved his heavy giant cock down her throat. The taste and the swell of flesh at the back of her throat made her stomach turn, but he didn't care. He wanted her to suffer, to feel the discomfort and humiliation of having his dick forced upon her in front of her co-workers.

Typically, Shigaraki relishes the sensation of a mouth - its supple and dewy feel, its malleable and velvety texture, adorned with delicate tissue and peppered with minuscule ridges. He enjoys how his own flesh glides effortlessly over the damp and adhesive tongue, yielding to his control as it pulls him in. Yet this time, the mouth was defiant, but he paid no mind, nor did he care about the person it belonged to. With a perfunctory thrust of his hips, he closed his eyes and was transported to a foreign memory, a dream-like state as he thought of you.

When you eat sweets, the texture of your mouth becomes even more pronounced. Shigaraki pops another hard candy in your mouth with a kiss. The taste buds are quickly activated, and the mouth salivates in anticipation. He knows because he is shoving his long tongue in your mouth, wrapping his tongue around yours. His tantalizing tongue entangles with yours, savoring the delectable sweetness of your mouth. The sweet taste lingered on his tongue and coated the roof of his mouth, heightening the texture as you savored the sensation of his tongue. Every movement of his cock in your mouth only added to the overall experience, making his body tremble with pleasure. Your mouth was a delicious mix of moist, velvety smoothness and a slight stickiness that threatened to push him over the edge.

He couldn't resist how your salivated perfection surrounded him like a mouthful of decadent candy. The roughness of your taste buds only added to the intensity as the tip of his cock slid back and forth against them. He loved the way the firm structure of your palate felt against his head, dragging him deeper into the depths of your mouth. It was a delicate, almost fragile texture, but at the same time, it was intoxicatingly soft and velvety. As he thrust deeper, your throat tightened around him, taking him in completely.

He moaned, and the sound echoed in your throat, heightening the pleasure that surged through his body. Your wet, hot mouth against his hard, throbbing cock was pure bliss, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't contain. With each thrust, he felt the perfect blend of sweetness and sensuality envelop him, driving him wild with desire. It was like a symphony of textures perfectly orchestrated by you, his own personal goddess of pleasure. It was a perfect blend of sweetness and sensuality, just like you.

As the minutes ticked by, the woman's body fought against the relentless thrusts of his hard and demanding cock. Her throat burned, and a desperate cry was smothered within, her stomach churning with the overwhelming sensation. She silently begged for respite with pleading eyes, yet he only chuckled and taunted her. In his eyes, she was merely a tool to be used at his whim. Growling in irritation at her interruption of his thoughts of you, he closed his eyes. He lost himself in the fantasy of your eager and tight throat welcoming his every thrust.

As she slipped further and further away, she surrendered to his grasp. The once fearless and self-assured woman became a mere ghost of her former self, utterly broken and defeated. With each thrust of his immense member, her defiance dwindled until she was no longer able to resist the relentless onslaught slowly drained from her body and mind. The forced feeding session of his brutally large dick continued, second after second, until the woman's body could take no more. The ruthless ravaging of his colossal cock persisted, leaving her gasping for air and her body drained of strength. As she faded unconscious, her body went limp, her jaw slack, her throat searing with agony.

The aroma of your scent lingered in the air as you pulled away. Showing the candy is gone, and all of his cum swallowed. He leaned down, your lips brushing against his. As you pressed against him, the curves of your body molded perfectly against his, sending a jolt of desire through him as his fingers and claws explored every inch, igniting a burning desire. With a fierce intensity, his tongue plunged into your mouth, entwining passionately with yours, each movement teasing and tantalizing. As you pressed yourself against him, he couldn't help but feel the soft curves of your body pressing against him as he caressed with his fingertips and claws, igniting a fire inside him. His tongue thrusted back in your mouth, dancing against yours, teasing and tantalizing with each move.

Shigaraki released a deep growl, his lips parting as you nibbled on his bottom lip. Your nails dug into his scalp, tugging on his long locks and sensitive antennae, fueling the intense heat between you. Unable to resist, he ran his sharp claws down your body, memorizing every curve and crevice. A sharp breath escaped your lips as Shigaraki traced a claw and a finger over your breast, igniting a pleasurable shiver. Your response was like a drug to him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a strong grip, he hoisted you up, eager to savor the smooth, supple feel of your body with his mouth. As he indulged in your taste, he playfully slipped a hard candy into your mouth, intensifying your desires even more and signaling he wanted to be sucked more.

As his body moved in a fervent tempo, the symphony of your moans and sloppy wet noises reverberated throughout the room. Every gasp and cry of pleasure only fueled Shigaraki's insatiable desire as you both melted into one another. The slick, drooling, deliriously hungry touch of your mouth only heightened his passion in a night of unadulterated bliss. As you eagerly devoured every drop of his essence, collapsing into his embrace, it was a night they both never wanted to end.

Shigaraki trembled violently, his primal noises echoing through the room as he reached his climax, savoring the sensation before finally letting the woman go. With a cold, detached expression, he pushed her away, watching as her lifeless body hit the ground with a thud. She lay there, drained and unconscious, a mess of saliva and bodily fluids clinging to her. Despite the grotesque scene, Shigaraki showed no hint of remorse. With a callous tone, he simply ordered her co-workers to drag her back to the chair and continue their discussion, unfazed by the brutal encounter. As the woman stirred awake, gasping for air, Shigaraki's only comment was, "Clean yourself up. That lesson was messy. I was hoping for better, but what do I expect from a former hero. When things get hard, you always quit."

Present time:

The rat king's three-head grin widened as he presented his offer, his beady eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Oh, thank you for the mating offer," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, "but I have a daughter waiting for me. This is not a lifestyle fit for a mere human like myself."

The rat king's minions snickered at your feeble excuse, their sharp claws tapping impatiently on the ground. But you stood your ground, determined to return to your daughter and reject the rat king's strange proposition. Not wanting to imagine how that would even work.

"Clearly, the dumb broad wants on the train. It's in the village near the mountain's base," Mr. Chew pipped up. Your mind reeled with this information.

"A train?" You asked aloud.

"Yes, a train. What, you have never been on one before?" Mr. Chew scoffed. You glared at the fat rat, but he seemed non-pulsed.

"Shigaraki created an infrastructure initiative," Eri said timidly.

The rats trembled in fear as the name Shigaraki echoed throughout their mountain hideout. This Alpha, feared by all creatures in the realm, had brought devastation to the rats' once peaceful existence.

"Yeah, that bastard may have been a godsend for those humans, but he drove us rats out of our homes while banishing us rats to the treacherous mountains," Mr. Chew growled with bitterness. His small eyes glinted with rage as he continued, his whiskers bristling angrily. "Nobody dares to attack us here, not with that Shigaraki lurking around. That Alpha energy, the savage king, rules over everything with an iron fist."

Mr. Chew said the last part almost reverently. Your heart raced as you asked about the nearest train stop. Mr. Chew's words sent shivers down your spine, but the temptation of a way back home was too great to ignore. However, the rat king's following words quickly extinguished that glimmer of hope.

"Oh, there is a train stop in the nearby village, but it's a lawless wilderness," Mull explained, his voice heavy with warning. "Any woman who sets foot there would be assaulted by the entire village, and we rats know better than to cross Shigaraki's ruthless wrath."

Fueled by fear and concern for your daughter, you were torn between the allure of the train and the horrors that awaited you in that forbidden village. The thought of being trapped in a confined space with men who would treat you as mere objects to satisfy their desires made your skin crawl. Yet, you couldn't just abandon your daughter to the mercy of Shigaraki and his vile minions. You bit your lip in hesitation, torn between the desire to return to your daughter and the horrors that awaited you in the human world. The train may offer a chance to escape, but it would be much more complicated with a little girl in tow. One might slip past them, but two?

As you weighed your options, a sudden realization struck you as you looked at Eri's innocent face, her small hand tightly clasping yours. You couldn't bear the thought of leaving her behind, no matter how dangerous the journey ahead may be. You couldn't abandon her, not when she needed you most. And to make matters worse, you also had Mr. Chew, the annoying rodent who saved your life. Grudgingly, you acknowledged that he held a wealth of knowledge about this strange world and its inhabitants. And as much as you hated to admit it. You knew he would take pleasure in reminding you of how he had saved you, rubbing it in your face with his smug demeanor. He may be a pain in the ass, but he was also a valuable source of information and had technically saved you.

"You would be safer with us," the rat king tried again, using Heart's gentle voice and demeanor this time. With a heavy heart filled with doubt, you shook your head at the rat king. You contemplated the danger and pushed it aside. After all, you had a quirk awakening. You had some control over mammals, and humans are mammals. Humans were mammals at the core, just like Shigaraki, whose insect-like quirk did not make him any less vulnerable to your quirk.

So, this will be no different, right? You tried to convince yourself. With determination, you persuaded yourself that this would be no different than communicating with any other animal. You had to do whatever it took to protect your daughter and get back home, no matter the obstacles. And so, with a firm resolve, you took your first steps towards your uncertain future, guided by your maternal instincts and newfound power. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself as you steeled yourself for what's ahead. You had already defied the odds by awakening your quirk amid chaos. There was no reason why you couldn't do the same in the outside world. With a heavy heart still filled with doubt, you shook your head at the rat king.

"I'm sorry, but I have a daughter to get back to," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. All sets of the rat king's eyes narrowed disappointment and a hint of anger flashing through them.

"Fine. Go back to your boring, pointless life. But just know that you're passing up the opportunity of a lifetime," Gnasher spat, turning away in disgust. "You're making a grave mistake, woman. Shigaraki's reach is far, and his wrath is even greater. But it seems like you have made up your mind. May the gods help you on your journey," he scoffed before turning away.

As the betrayal settled in your heart, a pang of guilt washed over you. You knew your actions had hurt the rat king's feelings, but you were too consumed with your agenda to care. You held the key to something they didn't, giving you a rush of power. But deep down, you couldn't deny the excitement of seeing Shigaraki again. He wouldn't allow anyone to harm you. But as your thoughts raced, a looming fear crept in. Knowing Shigaraki's savage nature, the idea of being at his mercy sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't even imagine what he might do to you if he decided you had tried to run away.

"You will guise of a man. Trust me, I will carry you on my back. And don't worry about the villagers, for you will have an army at your command," Mull declared, a fire in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. It was a simple plan that could save your life but also came with great risks. Yet, the danger only added to the excitement and adrenaline coursing through your veins. As Mull's words echoed in your mind, a hint of hope bloomed in your chest. The thought of having an army at your disposal gave you a glimmer of reassurance. And when Mull offered to carry you on his back, it felt like a lifeline in a storm.

As you struggled with conflicting emotions, Mull's simple plan promised a slim chance of survival. The weight of that choice pressed down on your shoulders, but you knew you had to act quickly. With a deep breath, you climbed onto Mull's back, and as you held onto Mull's powerful form, you couldn't help but wonder what consequences this would bring. But at this point, all you could do was trust in the plan and hope for the best.

With a surge of raw power simmering in the depths of your throat, you unleashed your quirk with an earth-shattering scream that pierced the silence around you. The call echoed across the land, reaching every animal within earshot, stirring them to action. With a fierce determination burning in your eyes, you cried out a rallying call to all creatures, great and small: it was time to take back what was rightfully theirs.

In a graceful swoop, you seized hold of Eri and Mr. Chew, clutching them close as you rode into battle with the fury of a vengeful goddess. As you charged into the fray, the wind whipped through your hair, a roaring chorus of wild beasts thundering behind you. Your heart is pounding like a battle drum, your mind is focused, and your determination is unbreakable. Your enemies cowered in fear as you led a powerful army of fierce beasts into a frenzy. The ground trembled beneath your feet, but you are strong, a powerful force of nature. You are not the same timid creature you once knew. And you will protect those you love at all costs, even if it means facing your darkest fears head-on because you are no longer useless.

As the wind roared in your ears and the screams of men echoed through the air, you gritted your teeth and steeled yourself for the next move. The stakes were sky-high, but you were determined to do whatever it took to return to your beloved Chouka. Despite the chaos and danger surrounding you, you held your ground and scanned the battlefield with fierce determination. Steel in the lead as a loyal General. You did that, you made your enemy bend to your will.

A tidal wave of flesh rushed over you. You pointed towards the village with a fierce battle cry, commanding your troops forward. You were not merely a mother but a force to be reckoned with, a badass mom, commanding the respect and awe of those who bore witness to your incredible power. As your enemies fell and the dust settled, your name would be whispered in terrified whispers, a legend in the making. You turned to your loyal companions with a satisfied nod.

"Alright, let us gather our gear and board that damn train," you growled, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. You knew nothing could stand in your way, not when you were a mother on a mission.

At least, that is what you believed as you settled into your train seat, seeking a moment's respite from the chaos of your life. You couldn't help but cling to the hope that this ride would offer a much-needed escape. But as you closed your eyes in weary anticipation, a pungent smell clawed its way into your senses. It was a mix of sizzling pork and singed hair, a sickening combination that jolted you from your reverie.

Your eyes snapped open to the sight of a man with charred skin, his once-handsome features now twisted into a grotesque mockery of humanity. His piercing blue eyes, though still striking, held a hint of madness that sent shivers down your spine. And beside him, a familiar little boy with shocks of white and red hair. Frozen in terror, you could only watch in horror as the man addressed the child next to you in a menacing tone.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Little Eri, on this train?" Dabi sneered, his voice dripping with malice. Your blood turned to ice as you realized that there was no escape, no sanctuary from the terrors lurking everywhere. “Who is your handsome escort?” Dabi asked Eri. He seemed to take immense pleasure in your fear.

As the train rumbled on, your mind raced with thoughts of how you could possibly survive this encounter. With a ruthless criminal and his accomplice sitting across from you, a fight for survival seemed inevitable. All you could do was pray that you would make it out alive in one piece.

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