Katsuki goraned, settling reluctantly back into the deep, throbbing ache reality had waiting for him. He knew where he was, the smell alone was enough to remind him. It would be impossible to forget.

The concrete below him was damp and cold against his skin, but in spite of his various aches and pains, in spite of the shackles to his wrists and ankles, he was lying down. If nothing else, that was something to be thankful for, and in this moment, that was enough.

He grimaced, thinking how fast his perspective had changed. Hours? Minutes? Days? Before he would be struggling, cursing, threatening, and yet here he lay, savoring each breath like it was a gift.

You're weak…

The voice in his head taunted. Katsuki found himself agreeing. But what was the harm in taking just this moment to breathe?

The rough ground dug into his ribs and hips, the sensation was both vague and intense enough to make him wonder how long hed been laying here, flat on his stomach. His shoulders were tense and stiff as he attempted to roll them, to stretch. The skin of his arm pressed tight to his nose smelled of sweat. Normal sweat. He was almost thankful for that too as it took the edge off the stench of the cell.

Katsuki lifted his head to look around, crimson eyes fluttering open to observe…nothing? There was nothing. Just an expanse of inky blackness that seemed to stretch on forever…

Chains clinked as Katsuki adjusted, the sound returning to him, echoing hollowly in his ears.

Something

Katsuki hissed sharply as the top of his feet, his toes, slid against the floor as he moved, a stark reminder of the damage that had been done. Surely it couldn't be as bad as it felt. He bit his lip and swallowed a whimper, reflexively clenching his fists. Pain shot through his right hand, eclipsing all sensations throughout the rest of his body. It was blinding, like a branding iron pressed to his fingertips. He lay there panting, denying the tears that begged to fall until it faded.

The tips of his fingers throbbed intensely. Vaguely he remembered old cartoons when a character would smash their finger, how it swelled, glowing red, and pulsed dramatically. Suddenly it didn't seem so unrealistic. After a deep breath, he braved the pain to investigate the damage. The fingers of his right hand pulsed in time with his heart as it twitched in his chest. Once, twice, and again as he explored his wounded hand blindly.

Inflamed, swollen, and aching he found the fingernails to be missing. His left hand was left each new discovery the throbbing seemed to increase. It was disgusting, it was vile, and it hurt.

He screwed his eyes shut and shook his head. Yes, this hurt, probably worse than anything he'd experienced in his short life. But wasting time dwelling on it would do nothing. There were things he needed to do. First of all, he needed to check on Deku.

With a deep steadying breath, he moved, twisting to try and make contact with Deku. He had to be nearby, yet as he stretched, there was nothing.

"Deku?" Katsuki asked the darkness. There was no reply, only the oppressive emptiness of the cell pressing in around him.

"Oi…Deku," he repeated, shifting his legs, careful to not jostle his toes as much as possible. To his surprise, his legs were not shackled to the ground, only to each other. Gnawing at the inside of his cheek, he shimmied around, searching.

Nothing.

Katsuki paused and listened, hoping for some sign that Deku was near, a breath, a sniff, hell, he'd be thankful for a fart, anything to let him know that the loser was alive. All he could hear was the roar of blood in his ears and his heartbeat actively beating a bruise inside his chest.

Which meant Deku wasn't here.

Or he was lying dead on the filthy ground somewhere just out of reach.

No. He refused to acknowledge that thought. They wouldn't kill Deku. Twice had made that very clear.

But the fact remained that Katsuki was alone.

Katsuki had failed Toga's game and Deku had suffered the consequences. What had they done to him…would it even help to know?

Yes. Katsuki owed him at least that much. This was Katsuki's fault after all.

The question of where Deku had been taken and why pressed heavily upon him. Was this normal? What were they doing to him now?

Obsessing over that wouldn't help. He took a moment to breathe, trying to quiet his mind, trying to listen beyond the cell door, beyond his frantically beating heart and waited.

He called out again.

Waited.

He shifted, slowly, trying to turn onto his back without bumping his injured hand or feet to mixed results.

"OI! Fuckheads!" Katsuki growled, his patience rapidly wearing thin as an all too familiar pressure built in his gut.

Fuck…not now…

However mental fortitude had no bearing over his growing need to piss.

He tried to ignore it, but he had no idea how long it had been since he'd last gone…and this was quite suddenly feeling urgent…Try as he might, ignoring it was impossible. There was nothing to preoccupy his brain while he laid there, feeling the pressure build.

He squirmed, gritted his teeth, and waited, convinced this was his next punishment. Being forced to piss himself like some bed ridden geezer. Then the door opened, a strip of light cutting through the darkness for a moment. It illuminated a tall, shaggy haired silhouette briefly before it closed.

Silence reigned again and Katsuki stared at where the door had been.

"Where's Deku…" Katsuki growled.

For a moment, he thought the figure was going to ignore him, then it spoke. "After your less than stellar performance with Toga, she got bored with you and found entertainment elsewhere. She got…a little carried away."

Something in Shigaraki's voice almost sounded annoyed, like he disapproved of what she had done. Was that possible? For her to go far enough to make her boss angry? The thought made his skin crawl and rendered him mute.

Perhaps he wasn't far from the truth when he'd thought Deku was dead somewhere beside him.

"What the fuck did that son of a bitch do to him?!" He seethed through a snarl. He took a breath to continue but a kick to the stomach hid his words dying on his tongue. . He groaned, curling in on himself slightly, the pressure in his bladder threatened to burst.

Shigaraki made a thoughtful noise and bent over Katsuki's body curiously. "Seems like the little hero has a problem," he snickered. "Little boys who need attitude adjustments don't get bathroom breaks. Piss on yourself." The man said, nonplussed.

Katsuki refused to react, "like hell…" he gritted out.

"So much pride." He crooned now so close to Katsuki he could all but feel the chill of the guy's skin on his own. He hissed as the man grabbed his ankles and secured them to the floor. He struggled, knowing full well it would do no good, but he couldn't just lay there.

There was shifting beside him before cold clammy hands were running the length of his chest.

"Get your filthy hands off me…" Katsuki warned and thrashed, trying to pull away but in an instant he felt teeth digging into the sensitive skin of his nipple. He jolted involuntarily as Shigaraki bit down, hard, sending a ripple of fresh pain through his body. "Gettoff me! Disgusting bastard!"

Shigaraki hummed and withdrew, patranizing smile evident in his voice. "Awe, what happened to the pliant, quiet pet that Toga got to play with yesterday?"

Yesterday? How long had he been out? That information seemed important so he tucked it into the back of his brain and growled a simple 'Fuck you' in Shigaraki's general direction.

"You really like that word, don't you?" Cold hands trailed his sides, jagged nails scraping and scratching his skin as he went.

Cold hands trailed his torso, drifting down, dreadfully low, pulling his legs apart. "I feel like I should show you what it means…" Katsukis ankles were still strapped together but that didnt stop the man from shifting down between his legs, the angle, the position, the impossible implications, everything was mind numbing. This…this couldnt be happening…

The man's knees were bent, propped under Katsuki's thighs and he pulled the blond's waist toward his own. Katsuki tried to kick at him, to jab him in the back with his heels. To crush him between his thighs but the man just chuckled lowly, amused at his efforts.

"I bet this will be your first time, won't it blondie?"

Katsuki's brain ceased to function, curses flew unbidden from his lips as he twisted and thrashed until a hand clasped around his balls and squeezed, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. "I'll make sure you never forget what I'm about to do to you."

He ignored Katsuki's continued disruptions and smiled as he heard his panic building.

Shigaraki freed his cock and let it rest against the blond's ass. The ringing of chains, the seething insults and threats coming from the teen were music to his ears.

"I broke 'zuku down just like this." He crooned and traced random lines on Katsuki's stomach with his fingertips. "Made him cry."

Katsuki didn't want to hear this, didn't want to know…yet his mind's eye conjured the images…the sounds, then his palms began to sweat.

"Made him beg…" Shigaraki pressed his cock against the blond's entrance, prodding at the tight ring of muscle like one might tease a lover.

Katsuki ignored him, eyes blown wide, staring sightlessly into the darkness. In spite of the man about to rape him and Deku's unknown condition, his palms had begun to sweat. He slicked the palm of his uninjured hand, testing the viscosity. The sweat wasn't as tacky as usual, but this was a start… His quirk was returning…

Just a little more…just a little longer…you can do this.

For Deku…

"Made him scream!" A sharp, disgusting pain blew through Katsuki, ripping him from his thoughts and back into his body as Shigaraki pressed in, just enough for the head to pop inside.

"He cried for you, you know. More than he did for his precious All Might."

Slowly, tauntingly , he sank deeper, ignoring Katsuki's panicked thrashing. "But day after day, I left him bleeding and full of villain seed right here."

The villain's cock twitched at the thought. He was tight and he knew going in dry would rip him to shreds. It would be uncomfortable at first, but once there was enough blood it would ease the way slightly.

He was excited and gripped Katsuki waist, pinkies extended and in one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself fully within the teen. To his disappointment, Katsuki didn't shriek as Izu had. He didn't cry out, and in that moment, that became shigaraki's goal. He'd reduce this boy to a quivering, sobbing wreck. He'd make him beg for mercy.

"Gonna…fuckin' kill you…" katsuki vowedto the darkness, pure, visious hate dripped from his words.

Shigaraki could almost envision the look on his face. Rage, horror, pain, vengeance. It was glorious the way Katsuki tore at his shackles as he slowly pulled back, his dick nearly pulling free before he slammed back in, all he received was a grunt of pain. He dug his fingernails in and began pounding into him viciously. The sound of their bodies colliding, the sound of chains clinking against the floor…

But this was nothing. It hurt. It burned. Sharp and impossibly deep…his pride was in shambles. But compared to what Toga had done? This was nothing. Regardless, Katsuki could taste iron on his tongue as he bit down, gnawing on his lips and cheek to keep from gasping…or whimpering…this sick fucker would get no satisfaction.

Shigaraki's hips began to stutter, his thrusts getting more erratic, almost frantic then, very deliberately he pressed his palm directly over Katsuki's bladder. To his immense pleasure, Katsuki whined, trying to curl, to clench, anything to keep from pissing himself. "NO! Fu-fuck!"

Shigaraki laughed and pressed harder and the boy breath him was positively squirming.

"F-nnngh-fuck you…" He couldn't stop it…he tried to, but soon, he felt the warm stream travel up his abdomen, following the arch of his body as the villain thrusted and pushed and laughed…

"What a good boy.." shig grinned and began to slam into him once more with renewed vigor. Finally, he withdrew, and painted Katsuki's stomach with his cum.

"Disgusting…" he laughed, tucking himself back into his pants and left Katsuki on the floor, soaked in his own piss and a villain's cum…