I'm really not wanting to go back to work (this is week 3 of me being at home due to a sinus infection that just WON'T GO AWAY). I know I need to because *money* and *screwing over my other managers*, but I'm not about that coronavirus life when I'm immunocompromised and I could get my grandma sick... Ugh. Decisions.

I got some new keychains though! I'll try posting it on Twitter so everyone can see my obsessive need for them XD I'm Agirl2223 on Twitter and I also post snippets from potential stories I'm working on! Follow me and I'll follow you back!

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Shatter Me

Chapter 3

"Wait here, okay?" Shoto tells me and I nod obediently. He's so different than Masters's other friends… he doesn't even want to play the game 'foreplay' with me and everyone who's ever visited wants to do at least that… usually more.

He told me not to worry, but I'm really uncomfortable as I sit waiting for him to come back. Master has only had me come upstairs a few times since I came to live with him and that was only when he was really punishing me for something.

"Here…" I hear him call and my mouth starts watering. Shoto comes back in with a plastic bowl filled with rice—way more than I'm usually allowed to have. He hands it to me with chopsticks and then watches as I take the first bite. My tongue lights up the moment I stuff a large chunk in my mouth; this has so much flavor!

"Does it taste alright, Izuku?"

I'm pretty sure my eyes roll back a little in my head when I help myself to another mouthful, but I manage to nod. "So, good… Thank you, Shoto."

It's hard to describe Shoto's face. He never quite smiles at me, but there's a softness in his expression that I can't help but feel calmed by. At most, the corners of his lips will twitch up slightly like they're doing now and it makes my stomach flutter; I like knowing that I've done something to please him.

"I'm glad you like it. I want you to eat as much as you want and then we can just sit for a bit and smoke… would you like that, Izuku?"

Tasty food with no mold in it and cigarettes with no games at all? I don't think I've ever been spoiled so much in my life. Part of me wonders what I'm going to have to do in the future since I'm receiving this kind of treatment, but maybe Shoto won't make me do anything that hurts too much.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I ask in between bites, trying to take my mind off that unnerving thought. "Do you want some of my food? You gave me so much…"

"No, I've already eaten tonight; that rice is just for you," Shoto explains gently though he kneels beside me and stares at my wrist again. "And if these are hurting you, I have some ointment that will make them numb… I want you to be comfortable tonight, Izuku."

I'm tempted to ask why since he promised me we weren't going to play, but I don't want to upset him. Even if Shoto isn't going to punish me for something, that doesn't mean Master won't if he finds out I've misbehaved or didn't please his friends like I'm supposed to.

"They don't really hurt… I'm okay…" I assure, refocusing on my food. I feel awful because I'm already getting so full and I've only eaten a small part of what he gave me; I don't want him to think I'm ungrateful… I force myself to swallow a few more bites, though they're considerably smaller than the ones I'd been eating.

"Izuku," Shoto calls gently, reaching for my bowl with that soft look in his eyes again. "If you're full you don't have to keep eating; I don't want you to feel sick."

I stare at the rice sadly; I really don't think I can eat anymore without throwing up, but it's so rare for me to get this much food at once and it tastes so good. "I…" I start, feeling my eyes burn. "B-but…"

"It's okay, Izuku. You aren't in trouble for not finishing all of it. Here, why don't you have one of these and then you can rest for a bit." He offers, pulling out the pack of cigarettes he'd shown me earlier. I sniffle a little and try to smile for him since he seems to like it when I do, taking one from the pack gingerly.

"T-thank you, Shoto."

Izuku ate all the plain white rice he could physically hold like it was a fine delicacy before dozing off on the couch—a sleep that was helped along by the drugs I'd dosed him with. The piece of 'furniture', if it could even be called that, was as gross as the rest of this place, but was apparently like sleeping on a marshmallow to Izuku; he shouldn't wake up for a good several hours.

It isn't long before I hear the front door open and rattle as it's slammed closed and I know the man of the hour has arrived. I'm well prepared at this point and pull out my taser, shifting until I'm out of his direct line of sight when he enters the living room.

The bastard stops in confusion upon seeing Izuku snoozing like a content bunny and I take my aim, sending hundreds of volts coursing through his disgusting body until he's nothing more than a choking mess on the ground. I sneer as he falls into unconsciousness and roll my shoulders; getting these scumbags ready for their imminent demise is one of my favorite parts of the entire night.

My process is fairly simple. I cover whatever room I'll be working in with plastic since I tend to make quite a mess and then I set up my makeshift autopsy table. It's about coffee-table height so that I can kneel while I work and has a few holes drilled into it where tubes drain all of the blood into containers for later disposal. Lastly, I set out the various utensils I'll be using, get dressed in my own 'protective gear' and then I wait for my victim to arrive.

As I've already done the setup and have Shigaraki incapacitated, I put on my full body plastic suit and goggles, checking each of my materials one last time before stripping him nude and laying him on the polished metal. His arm is covered with track marks from God knows what drug, but I guarantee he's never had the one I inject into his vein.

I have to take a deep breath to calm myself before I grip him by the hair and pull his head up enough to press smelling salts to his nose. He wakes up in an instant and I almost shudder in delight from the fear and panic that's on the heels of his consciousness.

It really is something special to see the look in my victims' eyes when they realize they're paralyzed. My drug is very special and exclusive since I paid good money to have it created and given only to me. Once in the bloodstream, a person is rendered totally immobile while remaining completely alert and receptive to pain.

"Good evening…" I coo darkly. "I'm running a little behind tonight, so let's skip the formalities and get started, shall we?"

I'm pleased to see fear pulsing even more violently in his dark eyes; it really is one of the most rewarding parts of this hobby. I take my time and show him the manual bone saw I brought along, my voice smooth while I explain what I'm about to do.

"I think I'm going to start with your feet and work my way up, but I'll be sure to cauterize the major veins and arteries as I go with this blow-torch. I can't have you bleeding out before I'm finished."

I cut slowly, precisely, savoring every back and forth motion as the sharp, jagged blade slices through tissue, muscle, and bone. Each joint is my target, taking a piece of him bit by bit to ensure he's in agony for the years he's hurt Izuku.

Blood spurts occasionally and gushes, trickling down the delicate contours of my personalized table into collecting jugs. Every time I completely remove part of his body, I lift it over his face to show him—a few toes, a foot, his lower leg… If he wasn't being forcefully kept awake by my special drug, he'd have certainly passed out more than once. It's almost poetic that blood drips onto his face as I do this, running down his cheeks like little red tears.

I think one of my favorite parts of the ritual happens right after I show these vile creatures the piece of themselves I've amputated. My handy 'bucket' sits right by where I kneel on the ground and I can't resist dropping the hunks of body parts into it. The dramatic 'thunk' is music to my ears, but the exact opposite to theirs. The look they get in their frantically fearful eyes every time it rattles gives me goosebumps.

I've so far removed everything below the knee and from his elbows down to his fingers when the gut-wrenching sound of a horror-filled gasp pulls me from my euphoric state. I don't even need to look back to know it's Izuku, but I was sure he smoked enough drugged cigarettes to keep him out cold until I was done.

I set down my hand saw and stand up slowly, knowing this is probably going to result in a chase; If I were in his position I'd certainly run. As expected, he bolts the instant I look back at him and I take off as well. With our considerable difference in fitness and the fact that he's out of his mind with terror, I catch him without trouble.

My hand flies over his mouth and he begins thrashing more violently; I suppose that makes sense as I'm smearing his Master's blood over his lips. "Shhh…" I attempt, hoping that he'll tire himself out soon. "I won't make you suffer that much when it's your turn… Please calm down or I'll have no choice but to force you to."

He sobs and screams behind my muffling hand, even attempting to bite me without success. I'd truly prefer to let him exhaust himself but as I told Shigaraki, I'm running behind and his adrenaline is giving him far more energy than I'd anticipated. Though it isn't ideal, I give his ribs a rough squeeze with the arm I have wrapped around his upper body, feeling them bend and very nearly crack from the pressure. He jolts and silently shrieks, but stops struggling and goes limp as his head falls back against my shoulder.

At first, I think he's passed out only to see his eyes absolutely pouring tears as they bulge from his head with pain and fright. "I'm sorry," I state, "Truly I am… I didn't want to do that to you."

What makes this unfortunate incident worse is the way he trembles and somewhat looks away from me; I have no doubt that he's heard something along those lines before. Pushing the displeasure from my mind, I slowly release my grip and remove my hand from his mouth, twisting him to face me. "You're going to do as I say, aren't you Izuku?"

He nods disjointedly, skin slick with sweat that's rapidly soaking his through his shirt. When I feel confident he won't disobey, I slip my arms under him and lift him bridal style, carrying him back to Shigaraki's room.

"Close your eyes," I order, this time ensuring that I don't sound as intimidating as before. He does as he's told, though I think he would have done so anyway without my say so. His lids were already drooping halfway from pain, fatigue, and probably shock.

I set him on the plastic that I draped over the mess of blankets covering Shigaraki's bed and retrieve my bag, pulling out zip ties. He's rocking back and forth by the time I cross the room again, soft sobs sneaking out from his lips even though he has his hands covering them desperately to stay quiet.

I make sure I'm blocking his view of the grotesque scene behind me and try to make my expression comforting even though I'm certain he's too traumatized to care. "Okay, Izuku. I want you to open your eyes, but only look at me."

This time it takes longer for him to obey, but those waterlogged lashes flutter open eventually. I show him my hand before I slowly reach out and begin petting his cheek, not knowing how else to console him… that's what my mother did with me before she went insane.

"I'm going to tie you up now… hold still for me." I don't like having to do this to him either since the skin on his wrists is already so chaffed, but just because he'd being docile and obedient now doesn't mean he'll stay that way; I really don't' have time for another escape attempt.

Izuku doesn't take his eyes off my face while I work, his sniffling only interrupted by hiccups and small whimpering sobs. I wish he hadn't seen this; he's so upset and that's not at all what I'd intended for his last night alive.

"Don't be afraid, Izuku." I urge gently, peering deeply into his watery gaze. "I promise I'll show you mercy when I kill you. I've kept my word so far, haven't I?"

He searches my face for what seems like forever after I speak and it's a more than little unnerving, but I refuse to look away; I need him to see that I'm going to take care of him when it's his turn. The poor boy is still trembling like an Earthquake but he ends up nodding, the act making me feel relieved.

"Good. Now lay back and keep your eyes closed unless I tell you otherwise; you don't need to see this."

I press Izuku back even though he moves on my command and have to mentally sigh at the turn tonight has taken. It's anything but ideal, especially when I turn to my current victim and find that he's bled out quite a bit while I was tending to his captive. Shigaraki's a mess of blood, sweat, tears, and snot at this point, but at least I'll be able to cut off a few more limbs before he succumbs entirely.

Unfortunately, the next piece I callously drop into my bucket causes Izuku to jolt and whimper since he knows what's happening. I ignore it at first, but in all honesty, I don't like the idea of him being this scared before it's his turn even if I've sworn this isn't what I'm going to do to him.

By the third frightened squeak, I've decided that this current set up isn't going to work. I strip off my gloves once more and rummage through my bag, retrieving the headphones I use when I'm cleaning up. Izuku quakes with terror when he hears me coming back towards him, but I coo and pet his cheek once more—it seems to help a little.

"Izuku, open your eyes again."

His sclera is entirely bloodshot and his face is streaked with red. "Do you like music?" I ask when he obeys, receiving a look of blank-confusion in return. "I prefer violin and piano renditions of current pop songs… Here, let me put these over your ears."

He's rightfully tense as I slip the headset over his unruly hair and readjust the size, but he still doesn't look away from me just like earlier. It's becoming more and more unsettling to have someone look at me as he is right now; It's somewhere between total trust and distrust, hope and despair.

He squeaks when the music starts, whipping his head around in different directions until he realizes that the headset I put on him is the culprit of the sudden noise. I keep the volume loud enough to drown out what I'll be doing once he's settled, but not so loud that it hurts him.

While it's only barely there, I can see he likes whatever song the shuffle setting landed on, his breathing calming as he focuses on the sound.

"Back to work…"

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Lol well... what do you think guys? Were you expecting that turn of events? Let me know what you thought of the chapter!

Also, feel free to check out my other MHA stories if you're interested! I have some straight-up fluffy ones and some darker, WTF ones!