The sound of heels clanking against the concrete stairwell resounded through the room- a thick veil of silence befalling its occupants.

Detective Tsukauchi pulls himself from his desk and slowly makes his way forward. They've been through this everyday since the disappearance- the family refuses to wait at home for more information. Information they don't really have. It's been three days, and there haven't been any demands or statements made- which likely means the boy is de-.

No, no. He can't think like that. They haven't found anything to suggest the boy was killed. So they have to assume he's alive.

At least for the family.

God he can't even imagine what they must be feeling, to come home only to find your son is missing and your family dog's been brutally murdered.

The tell-tale sound of the heavy police station's door scraping against the floor drags him from his thoughts. He only has time to run a hand through his hair before the woman begins to speak.

The blonde woman slams a hand down on the nearest table, startling Sansa from his computer. The other- the husband, gives a meek smile towards his partner.

"Where is he?" Bakugou Mitsuki is like a raging inferno that tore through every room she graced. LIke a magnet she pulls everyone towards her. A presence one could never forget.

"Ma'am-" He tries to placate her but she slams her hands down on the table again- interrupting him. Her husband gently pulls at her shoulders, but she shrugs him off easily.

It was interesting watching them together, you'd never expect someone like Bakugou Mituski to marry someone so timid as Bakugou Masaru, and vice versa. But they did genuinely seem to love each other, albeit...a little roughly.

"My son, where is he?"

"We...don't know yet Bakugou-San. We've searched the surrounding alleyways and were still trying to get a hold of the surveillance company that holds the cameras in the area. Only parts of that alley were monitored, but with hope we should be able to see something."

Bakugou Masaru grips his wife's hand in his own and he gives her a soft smile. He turns his attention from his wife to Tsukauchi- grief written all over his features. "And- and the dog?"

Tsukauchi grabs a file from his desk and flips it open, an image of the dog paper clipped to the front page. When he'd first seen the dog in the alleyway he'd nearly thrown up. It wasn't particularly gorey- there wasn't a lot of blood. But the cape- the little red cape draped over her body, almost as though the killer mourned her death- was what got him. "She was killed by blunt force trauma to the head, the vet says her rips were cracked and her skull was fractured. We're running DNA samples from her teeth and claw. We- I am sorry for your loss."

"I'm sorry detective but my dog isn't what I'm worried about right now- I want answers. What happened to my boy? Who would do such a thing?"

"We don't know yet, but I promise you we're doing everything in our power to find your son. In the meantime there are some...things we need to talk about."

"Like what?" She narrowed her eyes and glared him down, but he did not flinch. It was a curious matter. Why the boy had been out alone, Tsukauchi couldn't make unwarranted claims, but it was clear the parents didn't pay as much attention as they should have.

He glared her down with equal measure, neither party moved a muscle. Bakugou Masaru shuffled about behind his wife. "Like why your son was out alone on an alleyway in the first place."

"What are you implying?" There was a flash of burning rage in her eyes, if Tsukauchi was a younger man he might have faltered under her gaze- but he'd seen plenty of angry parents and grieving mothers in his time to know how to avoid...outbursts.

"I'm not implying anything Ma'am, I'm just trying to get the full picture. Why don't we go to my office, we can talk more there. " He gestured towards his office in the back, Bakugou Mitsuki let some of her anger go, but continued to stare him down.

Bakugou Masaru placed a gentle hand on his wife's shoulder then turned his gaze to Tsukauchi. "All I can think about is how scared he must be."

"We'll find him."

"Oi get off me bastard!" Katsuki wanks himself away from the stranger- he'd requested to be called master. Heh, like that'll ever happen you sick fuck.

He felt it before he saw it, a sharp sting in his cheek- the stranger had struck him across the mouth. He knew he should keep quiet, but this bastard just pressed all the wrong buttons. .

"I thought I told you to behave! And keep your trap shut!" The man drops to his knees and squeezes Katsuki's cheeks tightly between his calloused fingers. He wrestles under the man's vice like grip, but the man only squeezes harder.

Fuck you asshole. Katsuki spits in the man's eye, he wouldn't listen to this freak. He was thrown to the ground, his head connecting roughly with the wooden floor below. He'd have a headache later for sure.

The man reaches out and grabs at his hair, yanking his head upwards. The sudden movement made the edges of his vision darken. "Now you listen here you little shit, you do as I say. You speak when I tell you, you bark when I say, you eat what I give you, and you behave. Otherwise I'm gonna have to do something about your rampant behavior. Understood?"

Katsuki looks up at the man and glares him down. "G-go to hell bastard."

The man throws him back on the ground and positions himself above Katsuki's stomach. He leans down and whispers in his ear, the familiar scent of old cigarettes making him gag. "I thought I told you to behave."

""F...fuck you."

"Tch." The man steps back and begins to pace the room- a hand running through his muddy brown hair. In a wave of motion, a thundering pain rips through his torso- the man's thick steel-toed boots connecting with his stomach.

Katsuki gags and grasps out for air as another blur of movement meets his stomach.

Over and over the man's boot meets his soft belly until anything he'd eaten in the past few days was on the floor- the stench of bile filling the room.

There's a noise like a lock clicking open and a whirl of hushed voices above him.

"-can't hurt him."

"-be fine."

"-the buyers"

Darkness clouds his vision and cotton fills his ears. He's out before he even closes his eyes.

Izuku fiddles with the hem of his shirt and kicks his legs idly in his seat. "Mama where's Kacchan? Why hasn't he come home?" He looks up at his mother expecting an answer, but all he receives is a watery smile and more tears.

"Mama?"

She wipes away her tears and runs a hand through his hair. "Yes, sweetie?"

"Will they find him?"

"I'm sure they will honey." She smiles softly but the sadness in her eyes betrayed her: a look of resignation and a deep loss like he was already gone.

And for the first time since his best friend had gone missing a wave of dread washed over him: He might never see him again.

"..right."

"Wakey wakey." Something rattled against his crate- the loud clanking waking him from his half-sleep. The past few days were spent mostly sleeping, or at least trying too. Lately, he'd begun to succumb to nightmares- the day he was taken, the nights he'd spent alone in the dark, that man's hands and boots slamming down into him and groping him in weird places.

Katsuki shifted in his crate- the handcuffs straining his wrists but didn't bother looking up at the man.

"I said get up! You've been so good these past few days, I thought I'd bring you a gift. So don't ruin it now." His voice was sickly sweet, a sharp contrast to the rotten smell of his cigarette stained breath.

The promise of a gift landed on deaf ears- there was nothing this man could give him that would make him feel human. So he turned away, curled into a ball, and closed his eyes.

"Fine- you want to be difficult? Then be that way. See what ignoring me gets you." The man's footsteps became quieter as he retreated- the door slamming shut behind him.

At least now he could sleep.

He wasn't out for more than a few hours before the man returned. The room was filled with both a familiar and unknown sound- it seemed to come from all around him. It sounded almost like breathing no- panting?

Little pitter patter made its way toward him- but he did not dare to turn around. He would never admit his fear- his pride made sure of that. But the huffing and panting occupied by the tip tapping sent shivers down his spine and up his neck. Like spiders crawling across his naked back and onto his scalp.

A heavy air of silence fell around him- a dark cloud of terror as the room began to rumble. Growls deep and thundurus in his ear, air kissing the bare skin on his neck.

He could hear it getting closer- huffs and pants blowing air down his body. Then it touched him- a chill went down his spine as the slimy rough surface grazed his lower neck.

It was familiar in a way- something he'd felt before.

The low timber growl sent shivers down his spine- he wanted to move, to leave, to get up and run. But he couldn't- coupled chains bound his wrists and dread pooled deep in his belly. So he stayed curled in a ball, ignoring the outside world. Maybe if he was still enough it'd go away.

But no, life was never that kind. The creature nipped at his ear, tugging and pulling on the sensitive flesh. Bakugou yelped and swatted the thing away- the shackles on his wrist smacking against the creature's nose. It yowled and keened in pain before thrashing its body against his sore huddled form.

Chuckling lowly, the man swept deftly through the room and crouched low before his cage. Bakugou shivered as the man's hot breath kissed his bare neck.

"Don't you like your new friend Mooney? I spent a lot of money to find one just like her."

The subsequent days went by in haze- a dreamless state of all encompassing panic and dread. Dreary weather and aching bones and bruises- black and purple from the man's last tirade. Limp legs and sore muscles pulling at his weakening body. Gaunt and pale- unfed and unwashed, dirt and crime creeping up his body like vines. A thickening stench of muck and sweat swirls in the air- choking his lungs with sweet sludge.

Listless nights accompanied by the creature's strained breathing- or was it his? B- Mooney's eye's drifted close- the weight pressing down on them too much to bear. At least the cage was dark, no blinding lights distorting his already limited vision.

The creature, he won't call it an animal- no that thing is far past anything this Earth has ever made- clamours nearby- its claws scratching against the floor. Clanking resounds throughout the room as it paws at their empty bowls- it sniffs the air, searching for something to sate it's desires.

Deep hunger pains in his own stomach- an empty knot pulling itself tighter and tighter, it'll pop soon- he knows it, he can feel it pulling itself apart at the seams. He's sure that thing feels just the same- the same pained hunger deep in its sunken belly.

If they waited any longer...maybe it would eat him. He almost wished that creature's fangs would rip his stomach open- Knash and claw at his bones- sink it's bloodied teeth into his supple flesh. Although it'd be quite the mess, master says not to make a mess.

Maybe he should let it anyways.