Evil's Hero (chapter one)
18+ Only, Minors DNI
Collab w/ @mystk
English isn't our first language, so sorry if the grammar is bad
π = Muzans POV
βοΈ= GN insert POV
π°οΈ= Flashback
(Contains; hurt/comfort, slight gore, physical torture, basements (scary), kidnapping, savior complex, waterboarding, sedation, non-consensual sedation, cigarette burns,
Trans-male Muzan, threesome, praise kink, co-dependent Muzan, Hero complex, Muzan is just a little fella, flashbacks, hydrophobia, electrocution, shock collars, comfort sex.)
Kink warning: Torture, Pet play, Bondage, Asphyxiation, Degradation, Praise, Slight Waterboarding, Kidnapping, Collar, Non-con, Cage, Burning, Whipping, Threesome, Femdom, Humiliation, Cockwarming, Aftercare, Punishments.
Couple: GN reader / Muzan /Β Female BC we love a good femdom
(None of these things are endorsed by us! We do not write this in a kinky way, this is just being used as a base for the whole βmentally brokenβ aspect.)
Two people simultaneously wrote this please untwist your panties and don't comment hate!! π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘π‘
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π
Iβm only vaguely aware of how badly my body aches, the sticky feeling of blood on my skin.
My mind is fuzzy, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Something in the back of my head is telling me to run, some primal instinct that keeps warning me about danger approaching.
But why should I care? I'm so tired. It couldn't hurt to just close my eyes for a second, could it?Β
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I glance back, watching my girlfriend put a bullet through that sick-fucks head. Weβve been on his trail for months now, and I'm just glad we can go back home now. She turns and grins at me βI got the final blow, you're cooking dinner tonight!β. I fake scowl, ruffling her hair and laughing.
And then we hear it, well, she hears it. A small sniffling noise penetrates the silence of the kitchen.
She grimaces and looks at me.
βSounds like another one of his victims in the basement.β, She sighs. I glance towards what I assume is the basement door and approach it, stopped only by her hand on my shoulder. βWe don't know what's down there.β. I grin, looking back at her; βWe won't till we go look!β. I shout, and open the door.
The stairs are creaky, but the noise has silenced.
I'm hardly halfway down the stairs when I see it, barreling down the rest of the flight to kneel by his side, as my girlfriend approaches us.
βFuckinβ hell.β She mutters, looking horrified.Β
I'm quick to pry open his eyes, staring at the blown-out pupils with a grimace. βHeβs alive, just sedated.β I inform her, a relieved look on her face.
βPoor thing.β she tuts, brushing a bloody, matted, black strand of hair out of his face.
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π
I wake up in somebody's arms. He hasn't taken me out of the basement before so it's a tad bit surprising. I don't have the energy to fight him, though.
It's embarrassing really, I didn't even notice I was crying till I felt some of the dirt on my face dampen.
I hear water running. Wait- running water ?
I know it's futile deep down, but I do my best to get out of his grip, screaming (As loud as my damaged vocal chords let me, anyways), and desperately trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.
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I try my best to hold him still gently. βHey buddy, it's okay.β. I'm not the best at soothing people but I'm trying.
βSir? PLEASE I'VE BEEN GOOD-β His voice is high and panicked; I cringe, thinking about what it could mean.Β
βHey, it's okay- you're okay.β I try my best to be soothing but it only seems to add to his panic,Β he kicks and screams and fucking bites me.
This kid has a death grip on me. He wonβt let go for anything. βHey! Let him fucking go!β my girlfriend screams while she tries to wrestle him off of me.
When she finally pins him down, he keeps thrashing around on the tile, struggling with what was left of his strength to get free from her grasp, ββJesus christ, calm down kiddo-ββ it takes him a second, but he pauses looking around as his eyes widen. ββW-wha- who are you.ββΒ His voice is quiet and timid, but endearing in its own way. She sighs, loosening her grip on him. ββYouβre safe, heβs dead.ββ
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π
Dead?
Dead?
Dead?
For a second, everything is blissful, the idea of that sick fuck being dead running through my head over and over again.
Heβs DEAD
Does this mean I can go home?
Am I free?
My head feels clear for the first time in months, the numbing fog disappearing from my brain.
I look at the woman holding me down, blinking away tears as my eyes focus-
ββMy nameβs [name]ββ she sighs, letting go of me.
The person holding me earlier grimaces, offering a hand to me.
βAnd my nameβs [name]β the other man says, while checking the bathβs temperature. βI think itβs ready for you, kiddo.β.
My eyes go wide when I realize he wants me to take a bath. Before he can say anything else, I sprint out of the bathroom and down a hallway. I immediately get lost, and start checking door handles, looking for an unlocked room.
I hear yelling coming from the bathroom. I think theyβre arguing. As soon as I hear a door click open, I run inside and quickly shut the door. Then, I scan my surroundings, looking for a place to hide.
As I hear footsteps get closer to where I am, I start to panic, and the memories come flooding back to me
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Two months ago
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ππ°οΈ
ββJust fucking- GOD!ββ he curses, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back by it- I know I'm crying, but I'm beyond the point of being ashamed of it.
He glares at me and I know ive made a mistake,- ββYou fucking bitch I was going to go easy on you.ββ heβs yelling in my face and Iβm sobbing but- of course he doesnβt care, heβd have to be able to feel for him to care.
He grabs the back of my neck, pushing me into the far too hot water.
And he holds me under the water.
Then I feel it. The electric shocks in the water. Heβs starting on a medium voltage, but keeps turning it up after each shock. Iβm going to die, I think.
Iβm trying to wiggle out of his grip, but thereβs no use. My panic rises every second I'm held under the water, my oxygen rapidly depleting.Β
But before my mind can even start thinking of worst case scenarios, he yanks me out of the water. I stumble back and hit my head on the concrete.Β
βSTOP WIGGLING AROUND YOU USELESS SLUT- Actually, I have a better idea. Iβll make sure you canβt move around.β. He reaches into his drawer and grabs-
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It takes a second to break down the door, I cringe internally seeing the smaller man curled up on the floor, bawling his eyes out.
ββJesus- it's alright kiddo.ββ [name] Soothes, gently cradling him in her arms.
I donβt know why, but I feel a spark of envy ignite within me upon seeing how she cradles him. I do my best to squash it- feeling stupid for even considering being jealous of him. I know she loves me, but I still feel insecure at the sight of her coddling another man.
Soon enough, weβre all back in the bathroom, sitting on the floor beside the bath. The boy is only in his boxers, eyeing the water with a worried look.
Sheβs staring wide-eyed at the scars and bruises covering his body, her eyes giving away the guilt she feels at not being here sooner- at not being able to save him some of the pain, despite how hard she tries to keep her expression blank.
I canβt even begin to imagine how he got half of the injuries on his body, theyβre so intense it's terrifying to see. Iβm mad at myself for being jealous of him, realizing now that he didn't even want to be touched- let alone held in the moment.
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