"Hey, boss." Dabi didn't bother turning toward the leader of the League, but Ayumu's eyes darted to the side, somehow widening impossibly more as she took in the pale visage partially obscured by an affixed hand.
The one visible scarlet eye narrowed. "I asked a question."
The villain holding her shrugged. "Oh, you know. Just thought I'd bring my current lay back here to meet the team."
"Tch. You shouldn't be bringing your girlfriend here."
Ayumu swallowed through the cotton of her fear. "I'm not-"
Dabi's hand squeezed and her mouth gaped. "We ran into a hero on the way to get food. The little bitch kept me from killing him."
The apparent leader stepped closer, that one eye roving between the two, studying how she attempted to push against her captor, how her features contorted from lack of oxygen. "How exactly did she do that?"
A cruel grin sharpened Dabi's face and he pulled her away from the wall by her throat, thrusting her toward Shigaraki. "Catch."
Ayumu huddled in on herself even as the stranger's grip tightened on her biceps. She looked up at his face, then immediately to his hands on her to avoid the macabre sight. He only had his thumb and first two fingers on her, firm as they were. His palms were calloused against her skin; when she attempted to pull back his grip tightened painfully, belying his seemingly delicate hold.
"C'mon, boss, you can do better than that." The casual indifference stung in mimickry of his slaps across her face as Dabi approached, heat roiling from his body in waves. "She can handle all five. Can't you, doll?"
Ayumu glanced back up at the man now holding her. His eye was contemplative as it flitted down to where they touched. One hesitant ring finger curled downward until it joined the others, leaving only his pinky behind. Her heart raced with uncertainty as she wondered what was supposed to happen next, as that last finger hovered just above her arm. It tickled against the baby hairs over her skin before finally settling down.
The man hissed, and all five fingers of his other hand clamped down until she knew she'd have matching bruises under her skin,
"This her Quirk?"
Her head snapped back as Dasi fisted her ponytail, staring down into her face. "Part of it. Not that the little bitch told me. Just grabbed me to keep me from fighting."
The red-eyed man hummed. "What else?" He was inspecting her now, weighing all the different aspects.
"She gets some memories from whoever touches her, too." Dabi's staples glinted in the low light of the bar. "Which is all she felt fit to tell me before I fucked her."
"And why exactly is she here?"
The burned man's thumb slid over her blood-stained bottom lip. "Didn't know what else to do with her. I was just pissed, wanted to get her somewhere alone to deal with her."
The boss's fingers were tapping out a contemplative rhythm on her flesh. "It looked like you might kill her when I came in."
"I was considering it," Dabi admitted. "But she might still have her uses." Ayumu's pulse picked up and she begged with her eyes as he slipped his thumb into her mouth and pinned down her tongue. "She's soft, isn't she, boss?"
They were staring at one another over her head, and she was too terrified to allow interpretation of words and glances.
The hands of the man holding her arms kneaded into her. "Yeah."
"We could keep her for a while, until we figure out if she has any uses." Dabi wiped the blood and saliva coating his thumb on her cheek. "She knows I'm willing to kill. Maybe she'll behave. Won't you, doll?"
Her instinct was to nod, but her neck was still wrenched at a painful angle, so Ayumu ground out a soft, "Yes."
Dabi radiated triumph.
"Kurogiri." The red eyed man looked to the side of the room where she could just see a dark mass in her peripheral. "I need a chain or something to secure her."
The voice that answered was bone deep. "Yes, Tomura Shigaraki."
"Make sure she can't reach my computer," the man, Shigaraki added.
"Why's she get to stay in your room?" Dabi wrapped a hand around her throat possessively.
"Because I'm the one in charge."
Anger seeped into Dabi's tone. "I'm the one who brought her here."
"Fine. I'll have Kurogiri put a chain in your room, too." Shigaraki's voice was tight with annoyance. "Should've just taken her to your room if you didn't want to share her." One hand momentarily lifted to pull out a phone.
Ayumu kept silent during their exchange, tamping down her panic as she realized they were not going to kill her- yet. If she could be useful to them. And considering the appetite she knew Dabi had, and his comments to Shigaraki, she was fairly certain she knew what use they intended. Even as bile churned in her empty stomach, she acknowledged to herself that it could be worse. That was not the greatest price to pay in return for her life.
"Looks like you've had plenty of time with her today," Shigaraki sneered as he stepped back and took in her condition. "Smells like it, too."
"How the fuck would you know what sex smells like?" Dabi shot back.
Her neck was beginning to ache; she touched Dabi's wrist to bring those flame-heart blue eyes to her. "Can-" her voice was hoarse. "Can I get some water or something? I'm thirsty."
He exchanged another look with Shigaraki before releasing her with a shrug. "Sure. Glasses are behind the bar." He nodded toward where the dark mass called Kurogiri had been. "Just don't try anything or I'll throw a fucking fireball at you, got it?"
She nodded and tugged herself away from Shigaraki's hands, though his fingers seemed reluctant to leave her flesh. The glasses were all clean, no doubt from the mass of shadow that had been attending it before Shigaraki gave orders; the way they'd interacted was minimal, but practiced enough to tell this was not an unusual occurrence. There was also booze. So much booze, a truly well-stocked bar for an evil lair.
Ayumu considered pouring herself a generous helping, but she needed to gauge her situation enough to know the limits with these guys. Alcohol would not allow that. Moreover, she wanted to remember anything she learned.
Purple-tinged darkness whirled beside her and she jumped back, the half-full glass sloshing in her grip. It coalesced into a man-shaped void of the same matter (?) as the portal, wearing a suit and a metallic collar where his neck should be.
"Tomura Shigaraki, the chains are placed as you ordered." There was a vague pulsing of Kurogiri's void as he spoke in that deeply resonating voice, then turned yellow eye slits toward her. "Greeting, miss. Welcome to the headquarters of the League of Villains. I am Kurogiri, servant and protector for Tomura Shigaraki."
Ayumu's brows twitched together at the formality of the shadowy man. What a contrast to the other members she had met. "Um, hi." What exactly was she supposed to call herself, captive? Sex slave? Ohm gods be damned. "I'm Ayumu. An artist."
"Welcome, Miss Ayumu. If there is any way I can make your stay more enjoyable-"
"Oi, she's not here to join," Shigaraki called out, turning away from his riveting conversation with the arsonist. "You." He pointed. "Get over here."
Don't roll your eyes just because the kid is a jackass, she told herself, her skin grating at being beckoned like a dog. Still, she clutched her glass of water and made her way near the pair. As she was standing two feet to the side, Shigaraki snatched her arm and dragged her closer.
She sipped her water and gathered herself for a second. "My name is Ayumu."
His visible eye narrowed, but he said nothing.
"Just so you know," she added.
"You're an artist?" the villain asked after a beat. "Couldn't have brought back someone with a more useful job, could you, Dabi?"
Dabi snorted. "I'm not fucking her for her job." His burning blue eyes flicked down her body. "Isn't that right, baby girl."
It was then, quite inexplicably, that Ayumu remembered she had her little backpack style purse. And it was then she realized that she still had her phone. She smirked back at the man. "Well, I'm certainly not fucking you for yours either, daddy."
"Gross." Shigaraki sounded young in that moment. Not that she had a basis to guess, but he sounded and dressed like he was Dabi's age despite the dry, wrinkled flesh around the one eye. "Yeah, that's enough for me. C'mon." He began walking away with a hand still wrapped around her wrist.
"Seriously, boss?"
Shigaraki just grumbled under his breath at the call, passing through a door and into a hallway.