Chapter 11

Present Day – Day 3

"Help!" Asami's voice rasps as she screams at the top of her lungs. "Somebody help! Please!" she cries out to the sky. "Can anyone hear me?" she cries out. "Ugh!" she groans in frustration as she drops her head and takes in a deep breath.

She lets out an involuntary whine as the helplessness of her situation sinks into her chest. She leans against a brick wall, sliding down with a heavy plop on her ass. She places her elbows on her knees and looks down at her hands, thinking about Dabi's words about her Quirk.

"Don't think about fighting back against us because you no longer have your Quirk."

Her hands shake as his voice echoes out in her head. "It can't be gone," she whimpers as her voice cracks from yelling all day. "It can't be gone," she repeats, hugging herself tightly.

Asami never liked her Quirk. She received it from her father, who cautioned her from a very young age that she should never use her Quirk in public. He regularly reminded her that her Quirk was a villainous one, and no Hero could operate with a power that moves blood from the heart and causes heart attacks.

So, from a young age she came to terms with the idea that she would never be a hero, and dedicated her efforts into aiding the ones who were blessed with more heroic powers.

But beyond all the resentment that she used to hold for her Quirk, the idea that it is gone and never coming back makes her feel like a part of her identity has been stolen from her.

She shakes the self-pity out of her head and focuses on getting out of here. Dabi also warned her that no one would hear her down here, so yelling seems to be a wasted attempt, and she will have to think of something else. She will have to fight back, regardless of what that flaming piece of shit told her he would do if she did.

Asami sniffs away her tears and lifts herself to her feet. She begins searching the apartment for something to fight back against. She tries to pull one of the metal bars off of the pullout sofa bed, but the rickety thing doesn't budge. She moves from the bed to anything else that she can use to protect herself.

For hours she searches the apartment for something to fight back against them when they return. They haven't come back to feed her since she's woken up, so it's only a matter of time until they show. She has no idea what the black and gray suited villain's Quirk is, so she will have to enter a fight blind with him. But she knows Dabi's Quirk, and she knows the threat that he poses if he sees an attack coming, so she will have to take him out first, then deal with his strange friend in the fallout.

Asami's eyes widen with excitement when her fingers graze against a loose brick in the wall. She digs her fingers into the flaking cement, wincing but ignoring the pain as she digs out the brick. Once the red rock is loose, she pulls it from the wall and examines the weight of it in her hand.

One hard hit to the head with this thing and the black-haired villain will be out and she can make a run for it; with her training, she is probably faster than Twice.

Asami takes in a deep breath, willing her body to calm itself with the igniting excitement building in her chest at an escape. Now she waits for the perfect opportunity. She places the brick back into its place within the wall. She will have to wait a few days or so, knowing that they will be more on guard towards an attack earlier on in her capture. If she bides her time and lets them believe that she's compliant and willing, they will get comfortable and sloppy and won't expect an attack from her.

Hours pass, maybe even a full day? Time stands still in here. There is no external light, with only a light in the bathroom and kitchen to fill the entire apartment. So how long has she been down here? Has it been hours, or maybe even minutes? The idea drives Asami mad as she paces the apartment back and forth aimlessly.

Asami's stomach painfully growls and she groans as her hunger takes over her body. She should've portioned out the food from the other day in case the villains never came to feed her.

The horrid thought breaches her skull on what would happen to her if those assholes got themselves arrested or killed. If they were arrested, would they care enough about her to tell the heroes where she was, so that she could be recovered?

Of fucking course not!

She places the tops of her fingers onto the charm hanging at her neck. Her eyes shut as tears fall down her cheeks. Keigo will never find her here, and the irony of it all is because this figment of a feather that he provided her as a symbol of always being near her is too small for him to track.

Now he is out there somewhere, living his life none the wiser that she's suffering while she is reminded daily with this stupid charm that he is not here.

She begins to prepare herself for the inevitable; she is going to die in here one way or another. Whether it's from starvation from being forgotten, or from Dabi's hand at her retaliation… she will die in here, that's for certain.

Asami's eyes shoot open when she hears the doorknob rattle in front of her. She quickly jumps up in her seat on the bed, turning to the door with wide eyes to appear more innocent and willing than she would like to come across.

The door opens and in comes the black haired patchy skinned villain with a wide smile on his face when he sees her sitting on the bed, back straight and upright as if she were a bitch waiting for her master to come home. He loves seeing how obedient she's becoming.

"Well, hey there, Butterfly," his voice rasps thickly in his throat, still sore from the smoke he just had.

Asami's eyes crawl down his body, landing on the trash bag in his right hand, and the clear takeout bag in his left hand. "Did'ya miss me?" he asks her as her eyes crawl back up the length of his body to land on his arched brow and lopsided grin.

"What's in the bag?" she responds instead.

He approaches her with three large strides before he clears the room and is in front of her. He places the trash bag on her lap, looking down the bridge of his nose at her.

"It's some things to clean yourself with. Why don't you shower and then we can have something to eat," he tells her in a soft tone that makes her want to furrow her brows with confusion at his changing demeanor from the last time they saw one another, but she keeps her expressions neutral.

"Thank you," she says taking the bag into her hands and lifting herself to her feet.

Dabi smiles at her, loving that she's already thanking him for basic necessities. He figured she would put up more of a fight, but he's already breaking down those walls.

Asami heads towards the bathroom and closes the door behind her. She quickly opens the bag to see a few things from her home. She recognizes her towel and cleaning products from her apartment. She groans at the idea that the perv was in her home, touching her things and violating her in a whole different way than he already has.

She pulls out her shampoo and conditioner, digging into the bag deeper to see what else he's brought her. She pulls out her toothbrush and paste, her razor, as well as the most impractical set of lingerie and black silk robe that she owns. She opens the bag wider to notice that there is nothing else inside.

She groans at the idea that she will have to put on the overly sexual lingerie set if she wants to wear something clean. She releases a built-up sigh and decides that this clothing is the best that she has, so she decides to begin her shower and endure what she's been given.

After a while of waiting for the water to clear, she jumps into the freezing temperature, contemplating what she will have to suffer through in order to win her hot water, knowing that she won't be able to stomach this freezing water as much as she initially anticipated.

She moans as she lathers the shampoo into her scalp, closing her eyes and allowing the aroma of her signature shampoo to take her to a place other than here. Besides the cold water, she can practically picture herself at home, getting ready like it was any other day.

While she waits for the conditioner to set, Asami moves to her body—doing a quick once over with her razor and then lathering her body with her bodywash. Once she is rinsed off, she steps out of the shower and grabs for her towel, smiling softly as she dries herself off.

She moves to the sink vanity where she quickly brushes her teeth before turning to the lingerie that waits for her. She looks at the piece that he picked out. The underwear is a baby blue lacy thong with a thicker band that wraps around her waist. The bra is a matching set that has nothing but lace to cover her breasts and a metal underwire to lift them. She places the bra on and looks at herself through the mirror, feeling overwhelming dread press against her chest as she can see the outline of her nipples peaking out of the pad-less bra.

She looks down at the set with a frown on her face, remembering the night that she had with Keigo in it, and how his eyes lit up when he saw her walk out of the bathroom. She remembers the growl in his voice as he commanded her to come to the bed, and the soft grin on his face when she crawled on top of him, straddling him between her legs.

He couldn't even wait to take off her panties, opting to push the fabric to the side as he dropped her hips down onto him. She can still hear their labored breaths as her hips dug in circular motions to grind against him. Asami opens her eyes feeling herself clench and frowns when she clenches around nothing.

She slips on the black robe and ties it tightly against her body as she leaves the bathroom and into the living area where Dabi sits at the small table, opening the containers of food in front of him.

His back is to her and she wonders if she should make her move on him here. He is alone and she isn't sure when the next time he will be here alone with her. Her eyes trail away from him and onto the loose brick in the wall where she's memorized its place. She turns her body and takes a step towards the brick, however, before she can take another step, he turns around in his chair and looks at her.

His eyes hungrily claw down her body at a slow and obvious pace as the smirk on his lips increasingly grows before the staples on his cheek stops his grin from growing any wider. "No need to be shy, Butterfly. It's just us here," he says turning his head to the side as he suggests she shed the robe.

"Where's Twice?" she asks him as she crosses her arms uncomfortably over her chest.

"Busy," he returns with a flat tone as he turns from her to the table of food before them. Her stomach growls as she steps towards the table. She walks past the villain, and to her shock his eyes remain on the table and food instead of stripping her down.

She sits across from him at the small table as plastic containers of soups, rice, and noodles splay out before her. Her eyes lift up to him as he helps himself to the food with a soft smile on his face. She feels herself getting sick at the sight of him sitting a small table's length away from her, happily smiling as he spoons food onto his plate.

Asami's eyes linger on Dabi as he looks down at the table of food. His expressions are calm and he looks at peace with his task. His face is soft, and he looks so different without the normal feral look in his eyes.

Her heart beats erratically in her chest as a strange sense of familiarity crosses her at the sight of him like this. She isn't sure what it is about him, unable to put her finger on what about him makes her feel this way, but something about him strikes her as so recognizable, almost comforting.

There is a stillness about him in this moment as he's completely content with this mundane action of his, as if he's not sitting across from someone he's kidnapped and threatened to kill. That contrast in his personality frightens her, and makes her realize that maybe she needs to get out of this situation more urgently than she initially believed.

His eyes finally lift from the table and land onto hers. He hands her the plate of assorted food that he was fixing and she takes it hesitantly. "Eat, Butterfly. I'm sure you're starving."

She places the plate down and stares down at the food for a moment. "It's not poisoned if that's what you're thinking," he says, eyes engrossed on the task of fixing himself a plate now. "Trust me, doll, if I wanted you dead, you'd be a pile of ash by now."

She gulps at this and his turquoise eyes are on her, smiling at her reaction. She lifts her chopsticks and begins eating across the table from him.

A silence falls over the table as they eat across from one another. Her eyes linger on his face periodically as his gaze is fixated on the task at hand. She watches as he smiles down at his food, fully enjoying himself on the other side of the table.

She wants to shake the entire scene out of her head. All he needs now is the morning paper to make this scene all the more domestic and all the more sickening.

Once she is finished with her food, she places her hands on her lap, and watches as he finishes up his with a soft smile on his face. "How's the food?" he asks her with his mouth full.

She gulps before she opens her mouth and says, "Fine, but…" she hesitates as he pauses eating to watch her say her request, those turquoise pools staring her down like an animal about to pounce on its prey. "But could you get something less greasy next time?" she asks him with a crack in her voice as her resolve faulters at his deadly gaze. "It's just, I can't really go for a run here, so I'll get fat if I keep eating like this," she finishes as her neck sinks into her shoulders.

Dabi's eyes move into their signature narrowed predatory gaze as he chuckles at her request while his eyes do a quick once over of her body, "I like my girls with a little meat on their bones."

"I'm not your girl," Asami snaps, only to quickly bite her lip at her tone.

This makes Dabi chuckle as he sees her expression fall into a terrified look at how he might retaliate for pissing him off. "Relax, Butterfly, I'll get you something fresh next time. Just not fish," he adds with a wrinkle in his nose.

She blinks at him, mouth slightly agape at his lighthearted disposition. He has done a complete 180 from when she saw him last, and she wonders what has him in such good spirits. The contrast is too much for her to not mention. "You're in a good mood," she notes as he continues to eat in front of her with a softening expression.

He shrugs at her comment, "I'm eating lunch with a pretty girl, not much to complain about," he speaks with his mouth full of food.

She keeps herself from scoffing at his comment, "You're eating lunch with a girl that you kidnapped and forced to eat with you," she corrects him sardonically.

Dabi chuckles at this and she shakes her head at how insane this all is. "You're looking at it the wrong way. You need to see the positives."

"Positives?" she scoffs, "Like what?"

"Like how I haven't burned you for getting lippy," he adds with narrowing eyes that she challenges with her own narrowed gaze, making him grin at her with that shit eating grin that she hates so much.

"Hard to be positive around here. This place's a shit hole," she sneers at him as he looks down at his food to shovel more in his mouth. "The water is really cold in the shower. It would be nice if I could take a hot shower once in a while.

He glances back up at her with lidded eyes that are now laced with annoyance. "Testing your luck with my patience today, I see," he says reading straight through her intentions. "Alright, and what do I get out of that? It's not cheap paying for the utilities in a place like this," he asks curiously to see how much he can test her limits.

"What do you want?" she asks him, watching his eyes and challenging his stare, dangerously curious to know what she will have to do to buy her this luxury, but when his lips turn upwards with a sinister smile, she regrets ever bringing it up with the thought of what he will expect of her.

A/N: Left you on a cliff hanger because I'm an ASSHOLE! What do you think Asami is going to have to do to get some hot water? Let me know in the comments! And thank you all who have taken the time to read!