A/N: This is a story that is complete and with an ongoing sequel on AO3.

I don't quite like FF so much, I don't use it a lot these days. So I'm just leaving the first four chapter here (as they aren't MA-rated), since I made heavy edits on the whole story on AO3 and I don't feel like editing 33 full chapters here too, since editing stories here is such a long-haul compared to AO3.

So. Here are the TAGS on AO3 if you're interested in checking it out:

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Pain and Suffering

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki / Original Characters

Aditional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot / He also suffers a lot / He doesn't deserve this / Time Skips / Dissociation / Stockholm Syndrome / Bakugou Katsuki-centric / Non-Consensual Bondage / Self-Hatred / Slavery / Sexual Slavery / Suicidal Thoughts / Gang Rape / Implied/Referenced Self-Harm / Sexual Abuse / Mental Instability / Slave Trade / Master/Slave / Non-Consensual Body Modification / Self-Acceptance / Roommates / Dubious Morality / Rivalry / Drunk Sex / Attempted Murder / Angst and Tragedy / Abandonment / Survival / Sickness / Cannibalism / Murder / Animal Attack / Paranoia / Blood and Torture / Non-Consensual Drug Use / Descent into Madness / Explicit Sexual Content / Rape Rape/Non-con Elements / Abuse / Age Regression/De-Aging / Dubious Consent / Non-Consensual Blow Jobs / Non-Consensual Oral Sex / Slut Shaming / Forced Prostitution / Forced Quirk Breeding / Humiliation / Worldbuilding / Ambiguous/Open Ending

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Down Under


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He supposed there were worse situations to be stuck in.

Granted, he was shackled, without power, in an unknown place, and it's possible no one knows where the fuck he even is…

But he'd figure something out.

Even if he couldn't see a way out now, he surely… He surely would find a way out of this mess…!

Katsuki gritted his teeth, shifting where he was sitting on his knees, pulling his wrist above his head in yet another attempt to squeeze it through the hoop of his chain bindings. He could feel it chaffing his skin, wearing it down to flesh at this point, but he ignored it, biting his lower lip as he strained to pull. He felt like he was so close, the hoop wasn't that small…

Damn it… His knees were also chaffing from scrapping on the rough cement floor despite the fabric of his pants being in the way. What a shitty dungeon. Airless, humid, and small. Could they be any more cliché with their hideouts and cells?

He stopped when hearing a noise outside his darkened cell, focusing on his hearing to know if someone was approaching, but it seemed to be a distant set of footsteps just passing somewhere beyond the hallway. All other noises were the sound of a slowly leaking pipe somewhere, and what he could only describe as the sound of emptiness hitting the rock walls and back, reaching his ears in an eerie manner.

With nothing to worry about for now, he renewed his quiet struggle.

If only he could free his hands, then maybe he could get this fucking collar off his neck and get the hell out of this dump.

It was electric, he could feel the buzzing heat under it, and his neck was still bleeding from where its tiny rods dug into his flesh. It would probably hurt to break it apart, but he couldn't use his Quirk while wearing it.

So he would have to bear the pain of electrocution again. He didn't mind, he could probably handle it now that he knew what to expect. He could get it off if he was quick and strong enough.

Then he'd be free to murder these fuckers and find his way back home.

The fucking League of Villains… He'd make them pay for this shit one day. Katsuki scowled at the memory.

"Yes, yes, this one will fetch a nice price."

They sold him. They fucking sold him. Like a dog. What kind of bullshit is that?! He scoffs at the thought, grimacing as he pulls harder.

Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised. They were Villains after all. Fucking scum.

Katsuki didn't buy their stupid bullshit. He didn't give a shit about their sales-pitch for their crappy life-style.

So of course, they got butthurt and sold him. What a bunch of f–

Footsteps. Katsuki stopped and glared at the bars of his cell. That man showed up, just as he expected.

Katsuki still had his hands bound, body strapped on a chair, and someone was holding his head by the hair, pulling it back and exposing his neck. A strange collar was fastened around it. He spat all the curses he knew, but it was no use. It was tight and uncomfortable, but once it was fastened, the stranger put a key on it and turned. Immediately, Katsuki feels it burn and sting.

"What the fuck is this?!"

"That's to keep you from misbehaving too much." The man, not that much older, said and backed away.

He saw a nasty smirk on that bitch with the knife, and generally unsympathetic looks from the other Villains. The restraints were taken off and Katsuki immediately sprang into action, kicking the masked fucker who unleashed him and reaching for his Quirk–

Except instead of igniting nitroglycerin on his palms, his body locked into its current position, a hot shock searing through his body from the neck, his vision flashes and his throat muscles constricted enough that he couldn't breathe. It was gone after what felt like an eternity, and he collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

His body. It wouldn't move. He was paralyzed.

He could hear mocking snickering from that knife-bitch and a curious hum from that fire-freak as his vision blurred and faded into darkness.

Thus, here he is again, the fucker who dragged him in here to begin with. The door to his cell was opened and Katsuki sneered. "When I get out of here, I'm going to make you pay, you fucking piece of shit!" He spat loudly.

The man gave no sign of being intimidated. "You don't seem to understand the situation you're in." He smirked. Katsuki barely took notice of the strange accent, when he suddenly kicked Katsuki square on the jaw.

Katsuki gasped and spat what was probably a little bit of blood and glared daggers at him. "Trying to scare me?!"

That rewarded him with another kick that made his vision spin.

Katsuki just grew more infuriated. "What the fuck is your deal?!"

Another kick, rattling his sense of direction momentarily. He shook his head to orient himself again. If this kept going, he would lose a fucking tooth. He took a moment to search his mouth with his tongue to find the source of the metallic taste.

Goddamn bastard would just beat him up? Why the fuck–

"You best learn now. Here, you're not allowed to speak unless asked to."

"Hah?! What's–"

Kick.

Ah, shit… Speaking was being punished. His mouth already felt numb and burning. Fine then, he wasn't a fucking masochist. He settled for scowling, wishing his eyes could make the fucker combust on the spot.

"That's the first rule. Don't speak up." The man raised a finger in front of him. "You're no longer a free man, you're a slave now."

"Hah?! What the fuck!" He shouted without thinking. A slave–?!

A foot planted itself on his forehead, making his head hit the wall behind him and he unconsciously let out a grunt of pain, and then a growl as he glared from behind the dirty shoe on his face.

"A man chooses. A slave obeys." The man said slowly, enunciating each word. "This will be the first lesson we'll be carving into your mind here."

The foot was removed, and Katsuki glowered silently, taking short huffing breaths, his wide eyes filled with nothing but simmering fury.

The man scoffed at him, turning to leave his cell. "Welcome to our little Conditioning Center, Ka-tsu-ki."

His name rolled off the man's tongue awkwardly with the strange accent. Katsuki already hated it even more.

The cell was opened and closed, and Katsuki was left alone again. He resisted the urge to scream in rage, and began to pull at his shackles, maybe to try and pull this whole fucking wall apart and use the chain as a whip to beat that bastard with. Turn his smug face into a bloody smear on the ground.

A slave? Katsuki scoffed. As if.

…He really needed to get the fuck out of this shithole.

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