I stare at the waning crescent moon shining outside my bedroom window.

It's 2:38 a.m. I'm in bed. And I'm not alone.

I feel the man's leg thrown over mine, arm wrapped around my waist, and face buried in my neck. He didn't rape me just once tonight. He went for round after round that I stopped counting after ten. What difference did it make? When he felt the need to sleep, I suggested that he call his driver to take him home. He refused, saying that he wanted to spend the entire night with me.

Here I am now. Serving as a body pillow for the man I despise to my core.

I can feel his steady breathing. He's asleep. Slowly, I remove his leg and arm from mine. I slide my neck away from his face and get out of the bed. Quietly, I open my wardrobe and take out my night robe. I walk into the bathroom and stare at myself. The only difference I can detect from tonight's rapes and previous rapes is that I have some more bruises and bites. I walk into the shower and twist the knob toward the hot water end.

Once the water is so hot that steam billows from the showerhead, I begin to cry. I cry and cry. I don't make a sound, but I let the tears stream down my cheeks and mix with the shower water. I sit down and clutch my knees to my chest. I rock myself back and forth, back and forth. I stay like this for a long time.

When I regain some sense of calm, I rise and wash my hair and body. Clean myself of his filth, if that were possible. I lather soap and scrub myself raw. As clean as I can possibly get, I turn the knob back and leave the shower. Wearing the night robe again, I open the bathroom door back into the bathroom, but immediately a void opens before me. Someone pushes me from behind and into the void.

I crash onto a hard surface. It's made of wood. I lift myself and look around. I see shelves of wine bottles, a bartender's counter, and bar stools. They are illuminated by yellow lighting. I see a brick wall in front of me, and directly in front of that wall is a monitor that's turned on to a blank screen. I'm in a bar. There aren't any customers.

I turn around and see three men. Or what I presume to be men. One has shoulder-length dusty blue hair. A plaster hand covers his face. Similar plaster hands wrap around his arms. From what little I see of his face, he has red eyes and wrinkles all around. He's wearing red sneakers, ankle-length black pants, and a long-sleeved v-neck shirt. The other figure is nicely dressed. A white dress shirt, slate gray waistcoat, black dress pants, striped black-and-grey tie, closed-toe shoes, and a metal brace resting on the collar. But his hands and head, or what are supposed to be hands and a head, are swirling dark purple mist. The eyes are two undulating yellow orbs. I can't detect any facial features. The last figure is familiar. My eyes widen when I place him. He's the chauffeur. That color of hair. That color of eyes. That hairstyle and those glasses. He was the one who pushed me into that void. I am too shocked to say anything comprehensible. After a few moments, all I manage to utter is, "You. How?"

Seeing my stunned expression, he smirks. "My name is Okuta Kagero, but you can call me Giran. I'm a broker. I connect applicants with employers."

I don't like the way he says "applicants" and "employers." So far, all I know is that he is responsible for bringing me here and the "employers" certainly don't want to hire me for working at the front desk.

Never taking my eye off of him, I say, "I'm not an applicant, as you so put it. So tell me, why did you bring me here?"

He doesn't answer my question. Instead, the man with the hands covering his face and arms responds. "I am the one who wanted you here. You see, I want your help with something."

I really don't like where this is going. But I have to play it safe. They're my captors, after all. I'm about to speak when the mist figure speaks. By his voice, I figure that he is a male. "Shigaraki, you're terrifying the poor girl. At least introduce us to her."

The man named Shigaraki takes a deep, resigned breath. "Fine. My name is Shigaraki Tomura." He gestures to the mist figure. "And this is my partner Kurogiri. You're Hanada Selene. There. Introductions over."

He's an impatient one. Regardless, I need to get out of here alive. Suppressing the pain from my joints, I rise up and adjust my night robe. I sit on one of the barstools and cross my legs. I will not be cocky in front of them, but neither will I cower. I lift and tilt my head toward him and calmly ask, "What do you want from me, Shigaraki-sama?"

"You didn't put up a fight. This makes things much easier. What do I want? I want to bring down this so-called hero society. It's screwed up. They don't deserve to be put on pedestals. I want to end the reign of heroes. And I'm going to accomplish that by bringing down All Might."

I can't control the eyebrow that lifts at his statement. "You know my name, so I'm sure you've done plenty of research on me. You must know that the Hanada enterprise is going to venture in the hero industry. So why do you think I will help you? As part of the Hanada family, my goals do not align with yours."

"Don't give me that crap. As you said, I did my research on you. Not just about the face you and your 'family' put on to show to the public. I know what happens inside that mansion."Of course, he does. The chauffeur, no Giran, must have given him updates. How did I forget that detail? He continues, "So you can't honestly think that I think you support the Hanadas and heroes. Yeah, heroes. Wasn't the man who was in bed with you tonight and the night of U.A.'s welcome party a Pro-Hero?" I say nothing. I don't need to because my silence gives him all the response he needs. "I heard that he was going to fuck you every night for the next month in exchange for his agreement to whatever deal he and the big Hanada are cooking up."

I have to release a deep breath of my own. "You must be quite resourceful to have learned such private details. You know more than the media does itself. Tell me," I look to Giran even though I am still speaking to Shigaraki-sama, "did you send Giran to spy on me?"

Shigaraki-sama crosses his arms and Giran lights a cigarette. "Yeah, I did."

"For how long? How long have you been planning to have this conversation with me?"

"Since you came back from England."

I gulp at that. I've been being spied on by some stranger ever since I came back to this country … Not even the media is that bold.

The thought is disturbing. I revert to the former topic. "You didn't say why you wanted my help."

Kurogiri-sama answers. "You are a student at U.A. And it just so happens that All Might is a newly recruited teacher at U.A. …"

He trails off, but I understand his meaning. "So you want me to spy on him. And likely the other teachers as well."

Giran lets out a burst of a laugh. "Told ya she's a clever one." Kurogiri seems satisfied, too.

But Shigaraki-sama is unimpressed. "So? Will you do it or not?"

I deliberately wait a few seconds so that they think I am deciding. "If I refuse, what will you do?" I am certain that they will kill me.

"If you refuse, we'll kill you here and now, and then we'll release the news to the media of what actually goes on in that household. Everyone will know that you're a victim of both civilians and heroes. Most of the civilians will blame the heroes for your tragic life and death. They'll demand justice. Part of that justice will be investigating every single hero in Japan. Questions like 'Who raped her?' and 'Who has raped other innocent girls like her?' will rise. The public is a fool like that. Soon enough, all heroes will be viewed with suspicion and distrust, therefore resulting in their fall from society and pedestal.

So you see, alive or dead, you will be helpful to our mission."

I lean back. I'm imagining a chessboard. Shigaraki-sama and I are on opposite ends of the board. He has surrounded my king with so many players and moves that wherever I move it, I will lose. Victory seems impossible.

Suddenly, an idea occurs to me. It's risky, very risky, but it just might work. "If I accept, what will you do?"

"Whatever you want, as long as it's reasonable."

I smirk in victory. I found my king's escape. I climb from the barstool and onto the counter. I stretch my legs in front of me and cross them at the ankles, and I lean back on my arms. I keep my face toward him. All the while the smirk never leaves my face.

"I have a proposition for you, Shigaraki-sama."