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You were exhausted, you weren't used to this much running. The short breaths you tried to take burned in your lungs. But you had to keep going, you couldn’t get caught! Cutting down the alley you make a sharp turn, almost tripping yourself. Sliding on your feet slightly, the rain just added to the danger.
Of course, you lost your team. the heavy rain made it almost impossible to see where you were going, they must have run in the other direction.
“Fuck” You almost yell as you jump over a trash can.
The wind was picking up, bowling you off course. You had to get out of here before he caught up to you. You can hear him getting closer, the loud boom of his quirk right behind you. Why did he have to be patrolling this district? Why didn’t you turn the job down? You could have avoided all this if you had just listened to that voice in the back of your mind.
You see a large dumpster up ahead, with any luck you can hide behind it until he passes you by, then you can make a break for it. Lunging at the dumpster, you try to tuck yourself away. Making the space in the dark corner beside it to your advantage. The booming and light were getting closer. with each breath, your world was becoming brighter and louder. You couldn't outrun him anyway, not in these conditions.
Taking a few deep breaths you close your eyes and hope he doesn’t see you hiding. With any luck, the spot you picked would be too obvious and he would ignore it completely. You see the explosions popping off behind your eyes, the noise vibrating the ground as he passes. You hold your breath praying that he keeps going.
Once you open your eyes you see and hear him blasting away from you, your plan works. You tried your best to catch your breath. You were swallowing large gulps of air, to get your head to stop spinning. You needed to be quick if you wanted to make it out before he came back around. You couldn’t hear his explosions anymore, so that had to be a good sign he was someone farther away.
Paranoia seeped off your body as you peaked around the dumpster. The coast was clear as far as you could tell. You pick up running again in the direction you came from. You were safe as long as you could make it out of the alley and into the subway. You had to be only a couple of blocks away. Sprinting down the alley you almost were there, you can see the street lights ahead.
“Surprise, bitch.” The angry voice yells causing your blood to run cold. Out of nowhere, his tall, muscular figure drops in front of you. Pulling himself up from landing on one knee, his real height towers above you.
You can’t move, your fight or flight instincts have completely stopped working. A sinister smile crosses his face before you watch his hand extend towards you, his palm lighting up. You didn’t even have time to move out of the way before the blast knocked you halfway back down the alley. Your body is rolling to a stop somewhere. Your head was spinning. You couldn’t focus on anything and the ringing in your ears was blocking any sound from making it to you. And the pain radiating in your arm was so intense.
You try your best to drag your body away from him, but with your blurry vision. You can see his figure striding toward you. Scrambling the best you could, your one arm useless he catches up to you fast.
“Where the fuck do you think you're going huh?” you could barely make out his voice before a sickening snap is heard and your body is writing in pain. Your broken scream fills the alley, echoing off the walls around you. He stomped on your leg, breaking it. He bends over grabbing you by your hair, jerking you into standing, you were going to pass out from the pain in your leg.
“You fuckin Villain's always showing up in my fuckin district with your bullshit.” His words are like venom, he sneers at you and throws you back to the ground.
“Pl, please!” you beg, your voice falling on deaf ears, as he places a knee in your back, keeping you in place. Your ears finally stopped ringing and you could hear his voice.
“If you want mercy, you pissed off the wrong guy,” He says, you can hear him messing around with something. Then you feel the sharp cold metal of what you assume to be handcuffs fall with a thud on your back. Heavy and freezing with the rain still falling. He grabs your hands, pulling them behind your back. Causing another cry to leave you as he pulls extra hard on your injured arm. You feel him place the cuffs on your wrists locking them into place. He squeezes them hard, making sure the cold metal dug into your skin.
“Please, let me go!” Your sobs wrecking your body. You were in so much pain, and he was ruthless with how he handled you.
He walks around to face you, bending his knees, and grabs your hair again. Pulling your head up to face him. "Don't think so princess,” His gravelly voice says, looking down at your pitiful body.
He examines you for a moment, his face still full of rage, you see something else stirring in his eyes. Between the rain and the throbbing pain in your extremities. You can't concentrate too long on anything. Your vision becomes dark around the corners.
“I can’t! I didn’t do anything!” You cry harder when you feel his hand pull your hair tighter.
“What’s your quirk?” He asks, ignoring your pleas for help.
“I, I don’t have one.” You lied, but he didn’t need to know that. While you did have a quirk, it wasn’t anything useful. Which is what got you into this mess, to begin with.
“Your shit at lying.” He barks the insult, causing you to flinch at the volume of his voice.
“I, I’m not lying!” Your blubbering, but you plead your case. “I’m quirkless!”
“We’ll see about that.” That is all he says before he drops your head, letting it hit the pavement below with a thud. Your vision keeps getting darker and darker by the moment. You can feel yourself succumbing to unconsciousness. “ FUCK,” he yells, right as you close your eyes, the world slipping from you.
You don’t know how long you have been out, or where you are. But it’s dry, and you are warm. Your eyes feel heavy and it takes too much effort to open them. But from what you see there is a blue hue to the sky from the window. You must have passed out for a few hours now. It was early morning, at least you thought it was.
You don’t recognize where you are, but everything is white and new looking. Lavish if you had to find a word for it. High end and luxurious, your mind rattled on. Where were you? This was way too nice to be anything for you. How did you get here was the bigger question? As you try to move you feel metal digging into your wrists, securing you to something that you couldn’t see. You attempt to sit up, the action immediately shooting searing pain down your arm causing you to cry out in pain.
“Will you shut the fuck up!” You have frozen again, it was his voice. The guy from the alley, it was coming back to you now. You feel whatever the handcuffs are attached to shift. Then you turn your head enough to see him come into your field of vision, Dynamight.
The massive number two pro hero. The same man who you tried and failed to run from a few hours earlier. He continued to walk around until he stood in front of you, towering over your crumpled figure.
"Where am I?" You managed to get out before a coughing fit took over you. Your lungs burned, most likely from running so hard, and your throat was so dry.
He squats down to become eye level with you, grabbing your chin he turns your face to his and examines you.
"You got yourself pretty fucked up didn't you?" He smirks, running his thumb over your bottom lip, causing a burning sensation to erupt.
"Where am I?" You ask pulling away from his touch, this time you asked in a softer tone.
"Not in fuckin jail, which is where you belong." The smirk on his face never left as he stared at you.
"Let me go." You turn away from his stare, it was so intense, that it made you anxious.
"Nah. The only way you're leaving here is if I take you to jail."
“What?” Your eyes widen at his statement. “Why?”
He barks a laugh at your statement before he sits down on the ground in front of you. “You don’t think we didn’t catch your shitty little band of teammates?” His smirk turns into a full-blown smile as he watches your face morph into a look of shock. “ You were the last one we had to round up. everyone thought we caught you all, but I saw you.”
“What are you gonna do with me?” You asked, you were shaking with fear.
“Here's the thing sweetheart. Nobody knows I have you. So, you have two options here.” He makes sure to get your full attention on him before he continues. Holding up one finger he speaks. “You let me keep you here, and we get you out of that shitty villain lifestyle.” holding up a second finger he locks eyes with you. “Or I put you out of your misery right now and kill you.”
all the blood drains from your face, he can’t be serious, can he? The guy is a high-ranking pro hero! He wouldn’t just kill you.
“What about taking me to jail?” You mutter, trying your best to keep eye contact with him.
“You know what they would do with a little quirkless thing like you in jail? You would be dead before I left the building.”
Shit, what can you do? you can’t stay here this man is off his rocker. If you can’t keep him distracted you can use your quirk and make enough distance to hopefully get you out of here. But you need to have your hands free.
“So my options are what? stay and be a fucking pet to you, or die?” It probably isn't the smartest idea to try and get a rise out of him, but fuck you needed out of these cuffs.
“We can see if you get to move up to pet in a few days, depending on how well you curb that fucking attitude.” He sneers at you.
You already feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “I just wanna go home.”
“Not gonna happen. Now, are you gonna be a good girl and let me get you patched up? or are we gonna have issues?”
You think it over for a minute, if you let him patch you up, that means that he will have to patch up your arm and wrist right? Maybe this is your safest bet. Once you have your hands free you can use your quirk to hopefully get you out of this mess.
“I'll be good.” You meet his gaze once more.
“Let's get you fed first, then I'll fix you up." He says standing up and walking out of the room. You frantically look around the room for any clue on where you might be. It looked to be a bedroom. Though you couldn't see behind you. The dresser and other items give you the clues you need.
Dynamight returned a couple of minutes later carrying a tray with food on it. Sitting down in front of you he picks up the bowl, scooping up a bite of food and holding it out for you to take. You keep your mouth shut, shaking your head.
"I can feed myself." You mutter out. His face looks calm, but you already can tell he is trying to keep it that way.
"Either I feed you or you don't eat." He says simply, his tone never waving. Again he holds the spoon up to your lips. Your mouth opens slightly and before you can process it he shoves the food into your mouth.
You didn't mean to spit the food back out. But the feeling of the intrusion in your mouth caused an automatic reaction. Your eyes widen in horror as you see you spit the food directly in his face with the force of your spit.
Wiping a hand over his face he removes most of the food. His face remained neutral, but his eyes told you he was pissed. Without warning, he grabs your head and shoves you face-first into the contents of the bowl.
The burning you felt was intense, the rice was steaming when he was brought into the room. He held your face on the bowl, and you started to panic. "Wrong fucking move." You can hear his voice in your ear, he was livid. Causing you to try your best to flail around and get away from what was happening.
He lets the bowl fall from your face and into your lap, backing himself up he stands and walks towards another room. When he comes back he has a syringe in his hand and an almost feral smirk on his face.
"I'm, I'm sorry Dynamight! It was an accident!" You try to plead to him as he storms back to you. Instead of stopping in front of you again, he walks behind you. Feeling the thing you are cuffed to shift, you feel his hand wrap around your neck.
"I was trying to be nice, and that's how I get treated?" He brings the needle around to the side of your neck, you can barely see it in your field of vision.
"No, no no!" You try your best to jerk away, but the hand around your throat only tightens in response.
"I would suggest you stay fucking still," His voice was close behind you. Your breathing hitches and you start to cry, you couldn't move. God knows what was in that needle. You feel his grip on your throat tighten. It almost covers up the sensation of the needle pricing into your neck. It was quick and he let you go.
"I'm sorry." You cry, fat tears falling down your face, mixing with the food still covering you. Your body was getting weak.
"We will pick back up on this in a couple of days, and see if your mood has changed any." He says walking back around to face you.
Whatever was coursing through your system was making you tired, your eyes felt so heavy. Fuck, how were you going to make it out of here?
The next time you wake up, you are still chained up. Your whole body feels sluggish and heavy. You can see the room is fully lit up from the window or windows? It looked like a huge sliding glass door to your left.
The burning and pain in your arms and shoulders are so bad. You try to readjust the best you can, the movement on your broken wrist makes you cry out in pain.
The bowl of food was gone from your lap. But you can still feel the dried mess of the food Dynamight attempted to feed you stuck to your face. You felt grimy and disgusting, what you wouldn't give to have a shower. Your clothes felt stiff and rough against your skin, chafing parts of your shoulders and legs.
"Hello?" You decide to call out. The place where you are seems quiet, come to think of it you don't hear anything. "Dynamight?" You call out a second time. Still nothing.
So you were left here for who knows how long, you felt disgusting and your bladder was so full, you needed to pee and soon!
It was dark by the time you heard any movement. You did your best to try and free yourself from being cuffed, but it was no use. You couldn't even move with immediate pain shooting through your limbs. You did the best you could to pass the time. Sleeping more. Even counting the tiny little specs of dust you saw floating through the sunlight. Anything and everything you could think of to keep your mind occupied.
You heard a door slam shut, it had been dark outside for a while now, and you had no idea what time it could be. You can hear the stomp of someone making their way closer to the door in front of you. You thought about pretending to be asleep again, but what good would that do you? You needed to get out of these handcuffs.
The footsteps stop in front of the door, almost waiting for something. A good thirty seconds passed before the sound of the doorknob alerted you. Forcing your attention to the door again. Swinging the door open you can see the outline of someone standing. There is a small amount of light coming from the room behind the figure, it had to no doubt be Dynamight.
“I see you finally awake.” His gruff voice calls out to you. Walking into the room, he switches on a light, bringing life into the dark room. your eyes squeezing shut at the brightness. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to the bright world around you. You listen to his footsteps come closer.
“You look like shit,” He says stopping in front of you.
“What time is it?” You ask, finally opening your eyes.
“It’s past midnight, didn’t think you were ever gonna wake up.” Bending down, he sits back on his heels.
“How long have I been out?”
“Almost two days,” He says casually, looking you over.
“What?” Shock rings out in your voice, there is no way you have been knocked out for two whole days.
“Yep, probably dosed you too high, but I didn’t want ya doing something stupid while I was gone,” He smirks at you. “You ready to behave?”
You have no choice, you are weak and you hurt. There is no way you could run right now. Your injuries you know are far too severe, your leg being the main hindrance in your escape plan. Not to mention you are starving, oh god you were screwed for right now.
“I don’t have much of a choice do I?” You ask.
“Look at that, she learned something.” The condescending voice he has irks you. But for now, you need to recover before you make a move.
“I’ll behave,” You admit finally, and this time you mean it. You don’t have the strength to keep going like this.
“Good girl.” is all he replies standing up. You don’t bother to watch him as he walks behind you. Feeling the thing you are tied to dip behind you. “This is gonna hurt.” is all he says as you hear him jingle a set of keys and start unlocking your cuffs. He wasn’t gentle by any means when he frees your arms, and lets them drop. Searing pain radiating through your arms and shoulder. Fat tears well up in your eyes as you yell out in pain. Your arms are so heavy, that you can’t move them.
Walking back around he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. And starts walking you towards another door. You can’t see exactly where he is taking you, only what passes you by. Opening the door, he flips on a light walking inside.
It was a bathroom, white like the other room. Except this one was marble and tile, smokey hues weaving in and out of the tiles. He stops, and pulls you off his shoulder, sitting you on the counter. Once he made sure you weren't gonna fall over he grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his intense eyes.
“We have some rules to go over,” He says, making sure you have his full attention. “First rule, if I tell you to do something, you do it. No fighting me no arguing just do it.” He pauses for a moment. “You earn your rewards by behaving and not causing me trouble. If you fight me on something you earn a punishment.”
What kind of fucking rule is that? Like really does he expect you to just be a mindless puppet for him to toy around with? The urge to already fight back was working its way out of you, you wanted to punch him right in his stupid face.
“That’s what we are going to strive for right now, you will get the other rules when we have a bit of trust yeah?” He smirks letting go of your face.
Lifting you off the counter he helps you walk over to the toilet. Immediately grabbing the hem of your pants and jerk them down, along with your underwear. You gasp and try your best to cover yourself. But he doesn’t bother looking at you, instead, he guides you down to sit on the toilet.
He is staring at you like he is waiting on something.
“What?” Your question, his gaze remaining unbothered. If he was expecting you to pee right in front of him then he was gonna be in for a wait.
“I know you gotta piss, it's been two days. So go.” You flush at his words. He seriously can’t expect you to just go in front of him.
“I can pee by myself,” You mutter out. Instantly his hand shoots out grabbing a hold of your neck, pushing you back. He doesn’t tighten his grip, he just holds you there.
“Did we not just fucking go over this? If I tell you to do something just fucking do it.” His face was blank from any emotion, why was that even scarier than when he looked angry.
“I can’t go with you watching me!” You cry out in a panic. “Please, I’ll do it, I just don’t want you watching me.”
You can see he is mulling over your words. Deciding if he is willing to bend to your will just a bit. “I’m gonna trust that you will do what you're told. You fuck this up, that’s on you,” He says finally, releasing his hold on your neck and walking to the shower.
As his back is turned you immediately start to pee, your bladder finally feeling some kind of relief. You stare at his back as he is turning on the shower, fiddling with the knobs adjusting the water. Now would be the time to strike, you could easily catch him off guard and use your quirk to shove him away. If you managed to knock him out, then you could try and crawl out of here and maybe find help.
“I can feel you plotting Sweetheart,” he says turning around to look at you. Immediately making you turn your head away. You feel his eyes on you, but you grab the toilet paper and wipe yourself.
He was dressed in a black muscle shirt and black sweatpants. He looked almost normal. If it weren't for the distressing position you were in you may even call him attractive. He looked so different like this compared to how he looked in his hero outfit. The muscles in his back and shoulders were insane to look at. He was god-tier built. Big strong arms and shoulders, leading down to a narrow waist.
“I’m not plotting,” You finally whisper, shaking your thoughts away. How the fuck was he even able to tell what you were thinking? Fucking pro heroes.
Once he was satisfied with the water temperature he turns back and walks over to you. Lifting you off the toilet, not bothering to pull up your pants. You have no choice but to lean on him as he guides you over to the shower, your heart rate skyrocketing. God, he wasn’t expecting you to shower with him here too was he?
“Strip,” He demands in a calm tone, leaning you up against the wall. He squats down and lifts your bad leg, causing you to wince at the pain. Being more gentle he guides the leg of your pants off your leg and peels off your sock. He motions for you to use his shoulders for support as he takes on most of the weight of your body. Finishing pulling off your pants completely, letting the other sock land in a pile. Standing up he helps you peel off your shirt. The material dragging against your already inflamed skin. The only thing left was your bra. Making quick work of it too he reaches behind you and snaps the clasp open with one hand, pulling it from your body.
Standing there fully exposed to your captor causes you to try and cover yourself. But your arms still weren't wanting to cooperate with you, still too heavy and sore to do much shielding of his gaze.
He wasn’t staring at your body though, he kept his gaze between your face and the shower. As he opens the shower door you speak up.
“I-I’m not trying to fight you but I don’t think I can stand long enough for a shower.” You couldn’t meet his eyes as you said it. This made you feel helpless, you hated it.
“No shit, I’m just making sure you aren’t covered in fucking food and dirt before I put you in the tub.” Oh well, that made more sense but still. How were you gonna stand long enough for that?
As if he can read your mind he steps in front of you, pinning you to the wall. He lifts your arms up and over his shoulders, then taps your thigh on your good leg. “Up.” Is all he says, and you immediately do as you are told. He grabs onto your legs and leads you into the steaming shower.
He holds you under the water, the feeling bringing some much-needed relief to your aching body. He is still fully clothed, which is weird. But you don't dare mention it to him.
He makes sure that the dirt and grime are washed away. With the water hitting your head you can see the tint of the water hitting the shower floor is tinted red. You can also see bits of food falling and landing on the ground.
You can't move but he makes sure that the water hits all the important parts of your body. Once he is satisfied with the water no longer being tinted red or any more dirt coming off your body. He reaches around you and shuts off the water.
Both of you are soaking wet when he steps out with you still wrapped around him. You know you have to look ridiculous, wrapped around the man like you are, but you can't do anything about it right now. The only option is for you to accept his help.
He sits you back on the bathroom counter. Not bothering to care that the both of you have left a large amount of water all over the floor. Walking away he goes to the huge tub and turns the water on. Once again waiting for the water to heat up and adjust it.
Once the temperature was adjusted and the plug is in place, he turns and walks back to you. He doesn't ogle your naked body. But he does start to examine your injuries. Lifting your leg like he is trying to determine the extent of the damage done. He looks over your body at the various cuts and bruises and finally lifts your aching wrist.
Now that you were naked you could easily tell that your leg was broken. Your wrist may not be though. You don't dare try to flex it right now though.
"After we get you clean I'll bandage you up. Your legs fucked Sweetheart. Your wrist probably isn't broken but we will see." His tone is back to being calm.
As much as you hated to admit it, it felt nice that he wasn't yelling and screaming at you. You realized the thought sounded crazy. This man kidnapped you. He is the one who did all this to you, why were you comforted just by him acting like a decent person?
"OK." That is all you can mutter out. He once again picks you up and walks you over to the tub. He is gentle as he sets you down gently. The warm water envelops your worn-out body. Closing your eyes you let yourself sit for a moment.
What you weren't expecting though was for him to start stripping himself. His tank top makes a wet plop on the floor, causing your eyes to jerk open and look at him. He is silent as he contu8nes to strip each article of clothing echoing as it hits the cold tile floor. You advert your eyes before he pulls off his boxer briefs.
He reaches in front of you and turns off the water. "Move forward." He grunts, waiting on you to comply.
"What?" You ask panic setting in once more. He wasn't seriously thinking about getting in here with you was he?
"Calm down and scoot up." His voice doesn't leave room for argument. Reluctantly doing as you are told you scoot the best you can forward and you feel him step in and settle himself behind you. Once he was seated he pulls you back to rest on his chest.
Your breath is caught in your throat, and you are afraid to move. How the hell did you end up like this? What massive fuck up did you make in life to land you here.
He reaches over and picks up the water basin and fills it with water from the tub. You feel him place his hand on your forehead and slowly pour the water on your hair. His hand shields your eyes from getting any water in them. He reaches for shampoo this time, depositing a good portion on your head, working it in. His fingertips work your scalp and hair into a lather.
Once more he reaches for the water basin filling it up and repeating his actions from before. His large hand shields you from the soapy water flowing down your body. He grabs a washcloth sitting on the edge of the tub and dunks it in the water. Pouring soap into it he starts the task of washing your body.
As bad as you hated it, it wasn't the worst thing that has happened to you. Yeah, it fucking sucks having a strange man with you in a tub, cleaning you. But you couldn't exactly move your limbs to do it yourself. He made sure to be as gentle as he could when washing around your injuries. He barely touched your intimate regions. He clinically washed you, silently working until he was done.
After that he let you lay back and relax, the hot water soaking your tired body. It felt so nice to be clean once again. You feel your eyes start to become heavy. The bath much to your dislike of having Dynamight there lulled you into a sleepy state. He never tried to make small talk, it would be even more awkward if he did. Instead, he let you rest against his toned body, in silence.
The growling of your stomach breaks the silence, causing him to chuckle. His chest vibrates against your back.
“Let's get you fed,” He answers your stomach's plea for food. Reaching forward he pulls the drain from the tub and almost too gently leans you to sit up as he exits the tub. Quick to grab a towel, he wraps it around his hips, shielding your eyes from his nudity. Once his towel was in place he grabs another one and walks over to you, helping you sit on the lip of the tub. Lifting your arms the best you can he wraps the towel around you and brings you out of the tub completely.
He carries you out of the bathroom, the same way he carried you in. wrapped around him like a child. Arms over his shoulder, legs around his waist. The mess in the bathroom is forgotten, as his task is now finding clothing for you both. You can see now where you are, it's a bedroom.
He sits you on top of the large bed. “Stay.” He looks at you, and you nod your head. He walks off to one side of the room and goes to a dresser. Pulling out a few pieces of clothing. You advert your eyes as you see him reach for his towel, as it falls from his hips. Found nothing to look at besides his naked body.
Soon enough he comes shuffling back over to you, clothing in his hand and dressed. Well, he at least had on sweatpants you could see, no shirt. He is careful when he lifts your arms one by one and threads them through the tee-shirt. Letting it fall down your body, it was huge swallowing you whole. Hanging from his arm were what looked to be a pair of the same kind of black boxer briefs he was wearing earlier. Focusing on his task he placed your bad leg through the underwear first, then your other. He didn’t bother to make you stand up, he lifted your ass high enough off the bed to pull them up and over to sit on your waist.
Once you were dressed he gave you a looked that you took as don’t move, and he walked back into the bathroom. You could hear cabinets being opened and shutting. Seemed like he was looking for something. After a few moments, he comes out with an arm full of medical supplies. Sitting them down on the bed beside you, he picks through the items.
He had everything from bandages to wraps laid out on the bed. He is quick to pick up a large roll of what looked like fiberglass wrapping. He made quick work of wrapping your leg and securing the material to fit your broken appendage. Walking back into the bathroom he comes back with a wand.
“Close your eyes.” is all he says as he switches on the wand, a light coming to life at the end. You can see the light just as bright when you had your eyes open. It’s intense and warm. You can feel the heat as he waves it over the wrapping. In a couple of minutes, the light disappears and you open your eyes.
“It’s not as sturdy as a regular cast. But as long as you don’t try anything stupid then you will be fine,” He explains to you as he checks over his work. Making sure he didn’t leave any soft spots in your new cast.
Once he was satisfied with his work he moves on to your other injury, your wrist. He wraps it in a soft bandage and has it secured in no time. You still could flex and move it, but you didn’t try too hard. Then he focuses on the smaller injuries, your cuts. Placing ointment on them as he finds them.
“Your arm isn’t broken, but your gonna be sore for a while.” you don’t know why he is explaining this all to you, or why he has had such a drastic change in attitude. Maybe he was feeling guilty for the things he has done to you, maybe it was pity.
“Thank you,” You say, voice low and submissive. And right now that’s exactly how you felt, submissive to him. You didn’t want his attitude to be ruined right now because you said or did something stupid. He only grunts in response.
When he was done checking you over and fixing you up. Once again lifts you to stand, the cast while you couldn't bear much weight kept you more steady while you stood. He didn’t give you the option to try and walk, instead, he once again picks you up and carries you. This time he is heading out the main door, you can only assume this leads to the main part of the house you are in.
As you are walking you can see that it is indeed a house, with big spacious ceilings, and cream-colored carpet. And a large set of floor-to-ceiling windows, leading to the outside. You can’t make anything of the outside because it’s so dark out there, you must be away from the city. He brings you to a couch, you immediately sink into the softness of it. It’s beige and L-shaped. He reaches beside you and pulls a blanket off the back of the couch and lays it on top of you. Making sure your leg is propped up with a pillow, he places an extra one behind your back to keep you propped up.
“I’ll be right back, don’t move.” You only nod and watch as he walks off into the kitchen. The lights turn on right after he enters. You have a clear view of him as he works his way around the spacious area. While he is busy you take a moment to look around the new area you are in. it’s big and open. White is still the main theme even here. Bright white walls, white carpet. The entire place looks cold, unlived in though. This has to be where he lives, even if you don’t see much sign of a lot of living being done here. Turning back to watch Dynamight in the kitchen you watch as he moves around.
He is quick and efficient at making up two bowls of food and bringing them out to where you are laying. He sits down behind you once again, scooting you to lay against his bare chest. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, as bad as you hate it, it feels nice to have the heat he is giving. Sitting like you did while in the tub he holds you against him. He sits your bowel of food in your lap, you don’t dare touch it. Already your body has flashbacks to what happened days earlier. the last time you were offered food you were met with violence.
So, you wait. Sure enough, his hand comes into view and scoops up a small bit of food, and brings it to your mouth. You don’t hesitate when he places it into your mouth this time, chewing and opening your mouth for another bite.
“Slow down, I don’t want you to choke.” he chuckles, and again you can feel his chest vibrate from the sound. He alternates between giving you bites of food and feeding himself from his bowl. The two of you eat in silence. Your body is too worn out to care about what is going on, you know that you are finally getting food.
Once you finish the last bite of your meal, Dynamight offers you a glass of water. Letting him bring the glass to your lips, you try too quickly to drink causing you to choke. He doesn’t say anything as you work yourself through the coughing fit. When you had calmed down he offers the glass to you again, how words from earlier ringing in your mind. You take a small sip this time, he gives you a break between sips until the glass was empty.
The two of you have been laying together on the couch for a while, neither one of you willing to speak. Without him talking it was easy enough to pretend you were by yourself. Enjoying a nice relaxing evening on the couch. You weren't paying him any mind until you feel his arm snake it's way around your waist, securing you to him. You feel him reach into his pocket and as you look up to see what he is doing. You see he has his phone in his hand, scrolling on the screen.
Turning your head back to look in front of you, you continue to look around the room. It wasn’t long before you feel the familiar pull of your eyelids shutting. The heaviness of your limbs feels like dead weight. You were tired, much like you were earlier, but this time it felt different. And you tried to fight it.
Jerking yourself his arm preventing you from moving. “Stop,” He says almost bored.
“Di-did you drug me?” You slur your words as you ask him.
“I had to Sweetheart. It was that, or I chain you back up. And I don’t think you want that again do you?” You try your best to shake your head at him, but the motion made you dizzy. Once you stopped moving, he readjusts you in his arm. “Good girl,” He mumbles to you.
It didn't take long for your whole world to fade to black. You barely feel him as he carries you back to the bedroom, and lays you down on the bed. You feel the cold covers envelop you, causing a small shiver to shake your body. You can feel the bed dip beside you and the blankets are pulled up. The warm sensation is back behind you, and a strong arm is wrapped over your waist.
Your mind couldn’t fully make the connection that Dynmight was holding you while you fell back asleep. But at this point, you didn’t care. You were tired, you needed to sleep.
This was a problem for future you to worry about.