WARNING: MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERING CONTENT, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF DRUGS, KIDNAPPING, AND HUMILIATION.

The trunk lid slammed.

The luggage she had packed with her to bring along was now wedged in the rear compartment, with no other way to retrieve it without the key she had nothing on her, except her phone. The car door he willfully prone agape with her in the front seat remained open, tempting her to take the bait, but even if she attempted, with her ankles tied and tight, she would fall short.

Her hands weren't linked together, thankfully, just in case someone with authority caught the heinous ploy in action. His method of avoiding unneeded issues.

Her head slouched on the backrest, eyes drowsy but remained wide open. Crickets chirped, the soft smell of the night providing some ounce of normality and intimacy, she heard the door collide, the noise now contained, and distant. He settled in the driver's seat, locking the entrance, and he side-glanced at her expression firm and somber. The car engine roared and her heart plummeted, feeling nauseous thinking this might be the last time she would be close to her home. But.

The drugs were wearing off. She noted.

Katsuki focused on the road, the streets quiet, taking a route where not many vehicles drove past, perhaps, the dose he mixed with the water wasn't as potent as he had thought, or he was testing her loyalty. To be sure of her choice-making and be cognizant of what her silence meant. In other words, he was trying to learn her stubborn habits.

Her stiff posture slackened. Respiring deeply, slightly darting her gaze to the male, watching his vermilion pupils dilated, calloused rough hands controlling the stirring wheel, he briefly glanced at her, suddenly placing one of his hands on her thigh, his veins on display, tightly gripping her clothed skin he smirked, gently nipping his lips.

He commented, "I still remember our first kiss. You were such a coward even back then."

Her face slightly inclines forward, shunning her despondent eyes to the right, her chest heaving up and down, he continued, "Then, you blocked me." he spitefully muttered, the cramped layout of the car seemed more suffocating, more restrained, and foreign, the tension tangible as she casts her gaze to the darker region of her little space, sensing the poorly-hidden gloom radiating from his sullen narrowed eyes.

"Changed everything I knew about you, to push me away."

Her hands slightly trembled with no gap between her fingers, and clasped her lips tighter, swinging her arm across her body and gripping the other arm, intensely focused on her breathing. Tears were mere seconds away from spilling.

"How did that end up for you? Running away, ignoring me when I texted, refusing my calls, and then, deleting your number. Sure ended well for ya." he spouts, broadening his angry smile, prevaricating the situation into his perception, strong-headed enough to defiant any contradictory belief. Much less listen to the anxious female beside him.

"Now that we've reunited, don't you think it's appropriate to be welcoming towards me? No? Or has your mind grown weak?" she bent her head lower, slouching her shoulders, eyes peeled, adsorbing in most of the negativity, growing queasy by the minute, he looked at her and saw her incapable of withdrawing into her cracked shell. It dawned on her that, she was truly alone with him, trapped, and nobody might help her. She held her breath.

"Can't even talk to me. Real mature, loser," he grumbled, scorning.

She didn't please him with a reaction, drinking in his vile words without question. It's been years since she contemplated her waking the next day, dreading and hesitating, it's all coming back at once, uncomprehendingly overwhelming, everything was blowing up in her face.

He carried on driving, peering at her from time to time and watching her with vehemence, promising her if she did anything kindred to an escape, he'd chase her down with as much desperation as she possesses, like a taciturn predator monopolizing its prey.

"Place your hands where I can see," he demanded.

She wordlessly obliged, after having seen him activate the child-lock system, the doors won't open from the inside unless it's made inactive, she's stuck in a corner, just fearfully discerning her worst nightmare closing in on her frame.

"Have you... ever had a dream, where you can't seem to forget the past..." she gently uttered, speaking without any truculence for the first time, immediately, his attention is directed at her, her glimmering tears slowly overflowing from her eyes, "because, I can't just shut out the words you used to mock me. Every day, it haunts me. I..." Her under-toned voice ruptured, forcing out the remainder of her speech.

"I need to forget them..."

Her voice quivered, a lump forming in her throat, lowering her shoulders curving within herself and training her hazy sight upon her black jeans, then pledged, "Please let's just go back, we can fix this. It isn't too late yet..."

His ruby eyes hardened, blown open, his body expressing the turmoil he was undergoing, his knuckle turning white as his fingers pressed onto the stirring wheel harder, nostrils flared, driving with her on mind, his exhale audibly, and his fist encasing her supple skin subjected her to a harsh grasp, at this point, she could see his visible veins, even clearer.

He said naught in response.

Staring at the monotonous highway, soulless, dreary, and ghostly. She softly weeps, her statement gone ignored and invalidated, she couldn't barter his motivations when he's dead-set on having it done, accomplished, and achieved. Like bringing home a trophy for a job well done, for bringing victory.

"Please stop the car." She went on.

"Stop... Please stop," she begged, it prompted him blind to anger.

"SHUT UP!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, expression painted with rage and resentment, dissuading all his thoughts, and, for a split second, he snapped. Her body quickly recoiled to curve towards the car door, face away from him and hiding her chest and thumping heart, fearing he might raise his hand and hit her as he had four years prior.

He continued steering the wheel, befuddled, his hand that was in contact with her skin itching for her presence, but to no avail, she had pushed herself away, and he grew restless. Irritated, he speeds up the vehicle, the air around them unquiet and disturbed by his sudden outburst, the girl opposed to opening her mouth, mindlessly observing the outsides, the adrenaline fading but her worries heaped up.

Within a minute or two, a bright lilted store came within view, the quietude only multiplied upon slowing at the stop, she heard him pull the lever, the jingling of the keys, and the hush breeze flooding in. He loudly slammed the door, startling her, quickly locked the car, and stridden towards the shop, leaving her unwatched. Alone.

She hastily pulled out her phone, thinking how he hadn't noticed it by now or was another one of his plans for an excuse for punishment, she didn't care, with trembling hands tapping in her password and to her contacts, glancing up to see him parking at the counter, her legs shook in fear, frantically tapping one of the numbers, Izuku's mobile number.

It rang, and it rang.

He didn't pick up.

Katsuki had paid the sum of money and was on the way towards her, she attempted to steady her shaking hands, but it wouldn't. Swiftly dialling in 911. Her heart was in her throat. She could hear it in her ears.

He saw her frighteningly gazing in his path, he instantly knew she had done something.

He walked to her side, the sound of the car unlocking surprising her, and the door unbolting leaving her exposed, her phone still clutched in her hands.

"911 what's your emergency?"

The call connected, and he clearly heard it. Quickly muffling her voice with his bigger hands and pushing her in, he grips her wrist, dragging the phone away, face to face with her wide eyes. Voicelessly communicating to her to zip her mouth, she wasn't going to, she screamed as hard as she could in his palms but that only made him clench her face harder, feeling her cheekbone against the tips of his rough fingers. He jerked her phone further away from her.

"Hello? What's your emergency?" The woman's voice asked again.

Forcing the blood to clout, she sensed her fingers loosening the hold on the device, her head was hurting, and it wasn't getting better, she squirmed, trying to shake him off with all her might, restlessly kicking him, but who was she kidding? He merely suppressed her squabbles.

She was experiencing dull pain stemming from her wrist, and Katsuki had his hands full.

"Hello? Please say something."

Eventually, her grip waned, and he snatched it, shutting the door into her face, and throwing the gadget to the ground as badly as he had endured her obstruction.

Then, rapidly began plodding on it, crushing the chucks under the base of his boots, the glass shattering into tiny pieces, unrecognizable. Exhuming all his anger on the fragile object, she was there to witness through it all, appalled.

If only she had the key to her bounds.

She didn't look at him, closing the door as he stepped in, bitterness making him unaware of what he just committed.

The engine rumbled, and then the car drove off. The shopkeeper watched the scene, daring not to intrude. He only glanced when the young man lobbed something on the ground, then proceeded to step on it.

Something about it unnerved him.

Neither of them uttered a word to the other, the atmosphere in the car was unsettling, something kept off to contrive and rot, creating more hardships that could take years to untangle.

The incisive event that just came to pass smothered the girl, with a sense of foreboding shedding a few tears her shoulders would shake every so often, mustering the courage to look at the infuriated male, driving them 'home'.

For certain, she could say, he was unhappy.

Nervously switching positions poised a pained low hiss to fill In the equanimity, and it attracted his uninterrupted focus on her for a split second, she feebly quaffed the discomfort, drawing in a deeper breath and further leaned back into the seat. Posing her head towards the window, her arm swung across her stomach, observing the dingy road extend and disappear behind them.

It would have been tranquil.

But it wasn't.

Her heart was still racing albeit less rapidly, the beats were steady and profound, knowing most of her uneasy fears by heart, and more aware of it when he was around, a frail trial to preoccupy her brain. So, she doesn't scare herself to death.

What hurts most? The fact that she failed, or her aching body, her face that still senses his hand gripping it, even after it no longer was present, her eyes that prickle, persisting insights with far less than 24 hours of rest.

The adrenaline was dwindling and exhaustion was balancing in, making it a difficult task to remain vigilant.

She whimpered, all the agonies her body had overlooked in favor of surviving were making themselves known.

They halted at a serene location, which she least anticipated. Katsuki got out, closed the door, and unhooked the trunk to acquire her bags, while she stayed inside the vehicle, heeding the pitches of crickets, the wind, and his footsteps distancing from the car, slowly, she opened the compartment provided in the front to place commodities and to her surprise, finding it empty.

She couldn't carry on her search as he had shortly returned, wearing the most vexed expression she'd seen, he unfastened her side, the breeze gently touched her skin, and he sternly mouthed.

"Put your legs out."

Her breath hitched, nonetheless, without question, pushed herself onward, her body faced him, he dived in and heaved her up, she reflectively grabbed his neck upon the sudden movement, stressing she might fall. She only bemoaned it later.

He seemed slightly appeased, darkly cackling, the glum in his eyes withering, the unhealthy thought crossing his mind. She needs him, he entertained that belief.

He entered the house with her in his arms, shutting the door with his shoe, a low airy tone ringing shortly, the place reeked of fresh paint, an intense smell of coffee, and then the cologne she breathed in while he carried her near, she didn't reckon he would fancy such a locale. However, it oddly suited him.

Her eyes trained on the entrance, pondering what password it would need to unbolt, he glared, accurately assuming what she was thinking, walking to the common room and letting her down to sit on the couch.

He hates to admit, that he's grown soft.

She didn't meet his eyes.

"When did you eat?" He coldly implored, looking down at her, she hampered her response, quietly glancing around the place, looking for something, he could guess what it was she was looking for.

"Uh, the night you came knocking at my door." She replied. How was she supposed to consume anything when she couldn't, she was worried and alone, and her peace was stolen.

He illustrated the subtlest hint of shock in his eyes, she didn't see it behind his fierce facade.

If he left her unsupervised, she might as well just succumb to death. "Who told you to starve?" He firmly chastised her, she didn't speak her thoughts, solely avoiding eye contact. He didn't like that.

"When I'm talking, you look at me. Loopy." He commanded, close to her face. Hiding her view of the house, she curled within her skin, gazing into his scarlet red pupils.

"Okay..." She muttered.

She's weak to sheer pressure when it comes to him, it's a whole different case of emotions, feelings, and terror.

He has hit her in the past, she vividly recalls it even after these few years, it's affected her. On a personal level.

"Good." He grinned. It intimidated her.

This wasn't how she remembered his tactics or behavior, he's certainly changed as izuku mentioned, but not his temper.

Old habits die hard.

If izuku had seen the call, he was long too late to receive it and save her.

Within the next hour, she kept eyeing the windows, anything she could use as an escape route, Katsuki was busy in the kitchen, he got to work as soon as he tied her hands, and grimly ordered her not to move or misbehave, even if she did, how long before she trips and plunges to the ground.

He would turn around, with a suspecting gaze even when she sneezed, he was hypersensitive to any noise.

It would make running off at night tougher than it ought to be, she didn't notice him when he sat down with a steaming hot plate of noodles, she made a face but instantly diffused it when he tauntingly frowned.

Thanks to the ordeal back at her home, she didn't refuse it when he fed her though hesitating to chew it down, he felt content, gratified that she needed him now, that she was helpless without him.

She needed him more than he ever did.

"Chew it faster! You've kept it in your mouth for long enough." He criticized, shoving the spoon to her lips, the casual attire he changed into was so odd to her.

She shook her head, saying, "I can't."

"You haven't even finished the entire plate!!" He loudly replied, "I'm not letting you sleep until you finish your meal."

"I can't eat anymore..." She cried, just on the verge of letting the tears outpour, if he kept forcing food into her mouth even when she was full, she would throw up.

"Don't be such a crybaby." He growled.

"I really can't..." She begged. That ticked him off, he furiously got up, careened to the kitchen, and plonked the dish down harder than necessary, the water gushing from the faucet, while she practically repented her choice. Being the non-confrontational person that she is, perhaps, she disliked edging others towards anger.

She bows her head, staring at the one glass piece set on the delicate table, briefly peeking at the male's back. His frustrated body language was maintained.

Katsuki was only trying to care for her, but she kept distancing herself even at the smallest of inconveniences. He loathes that about her. The drugs should kick in, eventually.

With wet hands, water cascading from his hardened skin, he made his way towards her figure, surly tone barking out an order, "Get your ass up." he said, she looked up at him, slightly raising her voice to demur.

"Why?" she timidly abjured, involuntarily shriveling into herself. Restive to abide by his spoken words, treating it like it was a threat, as if he was going to hurt her, what could she think when he appeared so sardonic?

He groaned, dismissing her lachrymose nature and just proceeding with what he wanted.

Carrying her to the room he had prepared for her long 'stay', he plopped her down the mattress, moving back to lock the exit, whilst she was struggling not to yield and relent, she could not sleep in a situation like this, she needed to concentrate.

He sends her a hurried glare, unzipping her suitcase, rampaging through her finery outfits, taking his time to pick a lighter and more comfortable nightgown, stumbling across her expensive shirt, see-through and pellucid, he scooped it out.

She really couldn't handle the headache raging inside controlling the need to throw up for the third time, suddenly, she jolted back as Katsuki's shadow towered over her, he swiftly steadied her and she slipped out of his grasp, "Shut up, it's not like you can change your clothes in that state anyway, come back here!" he caught her ankle, stopping her retreat.

"No! I- I can change myself, please let go!" she endured his tugs, pushing him away.

"Shut up! I'm not going to do anything," he reassured, but it didn't sound very genuine. At least in her sleep-induced haze.

Clamping her thrashing frame to the bed, his hand snaking down to unbutton her pants, gently trailing it down her legs, she shouted, "Stop!!" He was very quick to shush her, fully removing her article of clothing, now, her black underwear was visible to his eyes. "Black doesn't look half-bad on you." he remarked, pulling her up, mandating, "Put your hands up so I can take off your shirt." he finished, she was crying, and her eyes were already swollen.

"No- I- please let me change myself!" her tone barely above a whisper, positioned tight to his chest, he grimaced, prying her hands off her top and undressing her regardless, leaving her bare with her bra and panty. She curled her arms around her torso, feeling more vulnerable and humiliated. Trusting that he might harm her more.

He gently made her put on the transparent shirt, stating, "That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

She didn't seem in the right mind to soundly utter anything, he huffed.

"Go to sleep. I might not be as nice as I was today otherwise." He cautioned. Tossing one final glance and switching off the lights, letting her sit in the darkness.

He's going to take care of her, better than anyone else.