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"Who are you? Wh-What do you want from me?!"

"Katsuki, come here."

"Hello?!"

"Arms out."

"I-I know you're in here, a-answer me!"

"Arms. Now."

"Where am I?! What are you- augh!"

"D-Daddy no!"

"Ow! That hurt! Stop!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?!"

"W-Whoever you are, please! Stop!"

"N-Nothing! Daddy please!"

"Begging won't get you anywhere. Stop resisting or I'll have to ruin your pretty face."

"Time for the chair."

"Daddy please..."

"Get in."

Sobs were heard throughout the room, a young boy being dragged by the hair into a chair. The chair had leather bonds over the waist, ankles, wrists, and neck, adjustable to any size.

The boy was screaming and trying to pull away from the adult male, refusing to sit in the chair. Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the room.

Everything went silent.

Then the child gave in.

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"Katsuki."

"Son, come here."

Two adults now. Male and female. They both faced the back of the young boy, the man holding a large kitchen knife.

The female spoke up.

"You've been bad to your father lately, haven't you?"

Silence.

"Answer me."

More silence.

The woman growled and snatched the knife from her husband, running at the child and preparing to stab him straight through the back.

But the boy spun around, grabbing the blade of the knife and cutting his palm open. A devilish grin grew across his face, pulling the blade from her quickly and stabbing her through the heart.

The woman's jaw dropped. Her husband screamed as she fell to the floor, blood pooling around her body. The child yanked the blade out, crazed eyes looking at the crimson liquid dripping on his fingers.

He slowly looked up to the other adult in the room, frowning slightly at his horrified face.

"Daddy? What's wrong?"

Now, the older male didn't respond, shaking his head as the child slowly approached him, his face contorting into the psychotic smile again.

"Are you okay?"

The boy giggled.

"Awe, daddy is scared! Hehe! Daddy is scared of me! Daddy is scared of pathetic little Katsuki."

"S-Son, I didn't mean it! You... you know that!"

Katsuki stopped, his grin faltering. Then a scowl spread across his face.

"You meant every word. Every punch, every slap, every cut, every shock! You meant it ALL!"

The boy leaped onto his father, knocking him to the floor and plunging the knife into his shoulder.

"You don't deserve me!"

Stab.

"You don't deserve love!"

Stab.

"You don't deserve life!"

Stab.

"You-" Stab. "Don't-" Stab. "Deserve-" Stab. "ANYTHING!"

With one final stab into the skull, he was gone.

Katsuki pulled his hands away from the knife, leaving it lodged in his fathers forehead. He giggled.

"Dead."

The giggles turned into crazed laughs.

"Dead dead dead DEAD!"

Katsuki admired the blood everywhere, the same color of his eyes. He looked at his hands, coated in the liquid.

He licked it.

Again.

And again.

And again until both of his hands were clean. He licked his lips and crawled off of his father, removing his clothes and licking the blood off of his body. Then he went upstairs and changed, leaving the bodies in the basement for years.

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When he saw those eyes, he knew that he was the one. It was him.

He was the one Katsuki needed.

Once the male exited the shop, Katsuki grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth and nose, suffocating him. The red-haired male struggled, muffled screams escaping him before he slowly blacked out, going limp in Katsuki's arms.

The blonde smiled, lifting the boy into his arms bridal style and acted like he was just asleep as he stuffed him in the back seat of his car. He got into the driver's seat, turned on the gas, and drove off.

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Kirishima woke up cold and blind. He couldn't see, it was all dark. A stench filled his nose and forcing a cough from his throat. All he could remember was being dragged by someone, somewhere.

"H-ello?"

Silence.

There was no sound whatsoever, but Eijiro felt a presence.

"Who are you? Wh-What do you want from me?"

Just more silence.

"Hello?!"

The presence got closer, and Kirishima could finally hear a slight patter as their feet hit the ground.

"I-I know you're in here, a-answer me!"

He could feel their breathing on his face, and soft hands lifted up one of his arms.

"Where am I?! What are you- augh!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from his wrist.

"Ow! That hurt! Stop!"

They didn't stop.

"W-Whoever you are, please! Stop!"

This time, they growled.

"Begging won't get you anywhere. Stop resisting or I'll have to ruin your pretty face."

Kirishima froze.

He flinched when the blade dug into his arm again, whimpering quietly and tearing up. A few more cuts, and the dam broke.

Kirishima's tears fell down his face, some getting caught in the blindfold, and he hiccuped quietly.

The cutting immediately stopped.

"Why are you crying."

Kirishima kept his mouth closed, shaking with silent sobs caused by the pain in his wrist.

"They didn't cry, so why are you?!"

There was a clang and Kirishima flinched, yelping as his arm was grabbed roughly and a painful burn spread through his body. He tried to stop his tears before they could do anything more to him, but failed.

Suddenly, something wet hit his wrist. Kirishima's eyes widened, only his sense of feel helping him at the moment. The wetness trailed from the edge of his wrist, up to where all the cuts ended.

Were... were they... licking him..?

He sat in silence as the tongue lapped up his blood. He may have been blinded at the moment, but he wasn't stupid. Eventually they pulled away from his arm, letting it fall limply into his lap.

Then his blindfold was taken off.

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Part two?