Shoto woke, chained by his right ankle to a bed that wasn't his. It was soft enough, but the bedframe glittered gold like the heavy quilt that covered the mattress. He'd been laid atop it while he slept. Still groggy, he tried to take in his surroundings. He saw a stone floor, stone walls (one had blurry decorations covering it), a couple cameras, a tv screen, and three doors right off the bat. He blinked, rubbed his eyes and tried to focus. Todoroki sat up slowly and yelped, feeling a sharp pain shoot up his back.

He wanted to cry. He recognized that pain. That's the kind of pain one got from being taken by force. Shoto bit his lip, trying to hold it all in. He didn't want to give the sick fuck anymore satisfaction, though he figured he was bleeding from his heat. Shoto didn't have the heart, or the chance to check himself.

"Shoto! Baby, are you okay?" Katsuki's voice was heard, but Shoto didn't see him anywhere. He must have been behind one of those doors. He didn't sound like he was in any pain, so Shoto was grateful for that much, at least.

"K-katsu? I… I'm fine!" Todoroki called back. His boyfriend only used his real name when he was worried. "Stay calm, okay? We're gonna figure this out!"

"That's my line!" Katsuki barks back, earning a soft smile from Shoto. Now his eyes were clear, he looked around the room he was in a bit more. One door was off to the right. The door that Katsuki was behind was directly in front of him, and the last door was to the left. Shoto's eyes went wide with horror as he noticed the decorations on that wall weren't decorations at all. It was covered in what his father would call "tools" used for making bad little boys behave. Handcuffs, whips, more chains, vibrators, plugs and some other things that Shoto didn't recognize.

Shoto's heart slammed against his chest, beating out of control. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck despite how cold the room was, and his body trembled. He had no idea where he was and not being able to find Katsuki made it worse. He could barely move without more pain shooting through him. Whoever had done this to him hadn't held back. The more he moved, the more he noticed. He was sure he was bruised, burned in some places and there was probably a bite mark or two somewhere on his body.

He hoped Katsuki would never see that. He felt dirty, ashamed, even though he wasn't even conscious for it. "Katsu?" He called out again, just wanting to hear the other boy's voice.

"Yeah?"

"I love you… No matter what happens, I love you."

"I know, Icyhot. I know," Katsuki replied in his usual way, trying to calm Shoto without being able to hold him. He mumbled under his breath as he often did, "I love you too."

"Isn't that sweet~!" That scratchy voice echoed through both of their rooms, followed by a cold laugh. That meant there was an intercom somewhere, and those cameras were definitely on. They were being watched.

"Stay strong, boys! It's gonna be a wild ride!" came another voice, who joined in the laughter.

"Let us out of here, you creepy bastards!" Katsuki yelled, then instantly screamed in pain. Shoto had heard a few small explosions, but Katsuki had never hurt himself before.

"Oooh! Hold on, now! You didn't think we'd let you little brats use your quirks, did you?" said the second voice. That one was harder for Katsuki to pin down, but he'd recognized the first one from the last time he'd been grabbed. It was that freak with the severed hands that had broken in to the USJ. He's the one that had wanted to kill All Might. Shivers of pain racked Katsuki's body by the time Tomura spoke again.

"Don't use your quirks too much, or that thing on your ankle will kill you," he said flatly, as if he couldn't care less if either boy followed his warning or not. "Every time you're brave enough to try using your quirks, that little shock gets worse."

"Fuck you, asshole! My friend has more power than this stupid little toy!" Katsuki yelled, then screamed again, hitting the floor. "I'll kill you!" he cried out, but this time his voice shook with pain.

Shoto tried again to move, finding that the chain around his ankle was long enough to let him walk around most of the room, but as he suspected, he couldn't reach any of the doors except the one on the left. "Katsu! Calm down! Stop hurting yourself! Please!" Shoto's voice cracked as he fought back his tears. "I don't want to hear you scream anymore!"

Katsuki's room was a mirror image of Shoto's room, but the bed he was given was smaller and much plainer looking, and there was a stone pillar next to it. He'd awoken chained to the pillar, but atop the thin mattress of the wooden bed. He made a mental note to never touch the bedframe. It looked like running a hand over it would cause many uncomfortable splinters.

He stretched the chain as far as it would go, but because the bed was in the way, he couldn't even come close to the door that was in front of him -the door Shoto's voice came from. If he walked straight forward, he could lean against the wall, so he did, hoping it would be easier for Shoto to hear him from that point. "I'm fine! It's just a little zap. That fuckin' Pikachu could do more damage," he growled.

Shoto found his way to the wall, crawling on his hands and knees to lessen the pain. He had to lay down next to the wall, as sitting on concrete was painful. He put a hand to the wall, wanting nothing more than to reach out to his love. Soon after he'd settled down, both boys heard footsteps approaching them from the door furthest away from them. They both opened at the same time and Katsuki jumped to his feet, seeing Tomura standing there with a wicked grin on his face.

Katsuki was surprised to see that he only wore a hood to cover his face instead of that creepy hand, but he didn't say anything. Tomura's blood red eyes seemed to pierce through him; but it didn't scare him. His gaze only made the boy angry. "I already told you once that I'm not gonna be one of your stupid pawns, so let Shoto and me go!"

"Is that any way to speak to your new master?" Tomura asked, unphased by Katsuki's fierce glare. "You wouldn't join me willingly, so now… you're my pet. You're going to do what I say, or your little friend over there is gonna be the one who hurts for it!"

"Don't fucking touch him!" Katsuki screams, charging at Tomura, ready to beat him down, but he stopped cold in his tracks when he heard Shoto scream in pain on the other side of the wall. His eyes went wide. He knew that Shoto wouldn't have tried using his quirk after his mistake, so that could only mean that someone else was in that room with him. Someone was hurting Shoto because of him.

On the other side of the wall, Shoto arched his back in pain, still on the stone floor. He stared back into the deep turquoise eyes of one of the men who'd taken Katsuki away the first time. This man's scarred knuckles dug into one of the bruises on his side; bruises that had been covered, but he knew right were to go. This man was the one who'd put them there.

In this light, in this position, those cold eyes reminded Shoto of his father. "You remember me, don't you, little one?" Dabi grinned, taking pleasure in the pain he was causing the boy.

"Y-you took Katsuki…" Shoto whimpered, trying hard to keep his voice level. He didn't want Dabi to know he was afraid or in pain, but it didn't work. Dabi could see right through him, as if they'd known each other for years.

"I did… Yes… that's good." The villain smirked. He licked his own lips, bending down to whisper, his breath warm against the exposed skin of Shoto's neck. "You remember my name?"

"No," Shoto lied, and Dabi pressed his knuckles into another bruise on his body, causing another scream of pain, forcing the name over his lips. "Dabi!"

"That's a good boy. Don't ever lie to me again… You got that? I'm sure you know what's going to happen from now on. Your daddy has you pretty well trained. This time is gonna be a little different. This time, if you disobey me, your lover is the one who's gonna feel it. Am I clear?" Dabi's voice was deep, silk, and seductive, but Shoto kept his eyes closed, barely managing a nod in response. "What?" Dabi growls, not satisfied by that answer.

"Y-yessir," Shoto mumbled his answer, just as he would have to Endeavor.

"Good." Dabi hissed, peeling himself off the boy and getting to his feet. "I hope you like this room… You're gonna be here for a while. I'm sure you've figured out by now that you can't go too far. The door on the left is your bathroom. You'll have to call for me if you need it. Your boyfriend is on the other side of this wall. He'll have to call for my partner. That door to the right takes you upstairs… you'll eat your meals up there, when I see fit. Go ahead and scream all you want. No one is gonna hear you."

Shoto clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, unable to fight the tears back anymore. Something inside told him that this was all his fault. The only thing he was sure of in that moment was that he needed to get Katsuki out of there.