(TW: This chapter mentions blood and violence.)

Y/n stared at the mirror in front of her, e/c eyes dead and blinking tiredly. She was finally able to see again after not using her quirk for a whole day. She should be content, but depression was eating at her again. Attempting to force a smile with no luck, no matter how hard she tried, the corners of her mouth would not tilt up.

Today she was supposed to dance on the top floor with the other girls. However, Mama had other plans for her instead. Y/n was due for another experiment. Hence, why depression was taking a toll on her so much right now. She hated these days, but there was nothing she could do about it.

They wanted to make is possible for other people to use her quirk, they would be selling it on the black market.

This meant, she would start off her session in a white medical gown, only for it to end up with streaks of red towards the end. It's these times of her captivity; she dreads the most. Y/n is strong. Still there was only so much pain her body could take. Sometimes she would experience a lot of blood lose she would faint, other times she would faint from the pain.

Her body was becoming weak by each session they forced her into.

Hearing a loud knock on her door, brought her back from her dark thoughts.

A medical nurse dressed in white, the same person who always came for her, opened the door slowly.

"The Doc is ready for you." She spoke gently, however, her facial features spoke otherwise. Her cynical grin could be compared to that of the Cheshire cat.

It was sadistic how she would stand in the back and record everything with that stupid smile. The smile which never reached her eyes while Y/n's body was cut open. They could always use anesthesia, but the Doc never saw any fun in that. He always liked to have the girl wide awake while he messed with her quirk.

Y/n not in the mood to fight, only nodded and walked behind the woman like a zombie. Behind her were two guards with a taser gun at the ready in case she decided to escape.

That was a first.

She'd stopped needing that since they threatened to start experimenting on her brother if she didn't behave.

"A little drastic don't you think." Y/n sarcastically laughed out loud. "I'm not strong enough to take the two of you if I decide to escape." She raised a questioning brow.

"It's for security purposes Ms. L/n. Today's session is going to be a tad different." The nurse turned back and gave Y/n a wink with her unwavering wide smile. "We've even managed to get another test subject." She squealed in excitement.

Another test subject? Y/n thought Why would they need another one?

The walk to the medical ward was short. The hallways were dark, not giving much hope in her current situation. Y/n with every step she took, felt like a part of her soul would crack. When they all stepped inside the bright lit medical room, which was Y/n's personal torture chamber. The young woman felt her blood run cold from seeing who this other test subject was.

Strapped unconscious to a medical bed next to Y/n's regular one was Rosalinda with Mama sitting dangerously close. A fake smile plastered on her porcelain skin.

Y/n's face drained of color from what this meant. Taking an involuntary shaky step backward only to be instantly zapped by one of the guards behind her with a baton, making her cry out in pain and fall to the ground.

There was nothing else she could do besides grit her teeth in frustration. This was not supposed to happen, she did everything in her power to make sure no one else, was involved.

She tried to let the burning tingles, dissipate from her back where she was hit. However, the guard must have hit her with a high voltage because of how much it burned.

"Wh-what is she doing here?!" Y/n forced the words out. Wanting more than anything to run to her sister's side. However, couldn't because of the guard who was forcing her to stay on the ground by his foot on her back.

Mama was stroking Rosalinda's hair lovingly while she slept.

"My two girls have been acting very bad, haven't they?" Mama pouted, as she got up from the chair close to the bed Rosalinda was strapped to.

The nightmare of the woman who still gave Y/n chills, was wearing a black pencil skirt with a red blouse. Always looking pristine, though her soul was that of a devil. Red stilettos clacking loudly as she made her way towards Y/n. Lifting the already tired girl by her chin with her left foot from the ground, forcing her neck up.

"Now tell me, my sweet innocent Y/n. Who have you been snitching to?" Mama tilted her head at the girl on the ground. Her eyes devoid of any emotions.

However, Y/n could tell there was a storm of rage behind her composed eyes.

"What are you..." Y/n began to respond, however was stopped by a loud crack on her cheek.

A metallic taste she wished she wasn't used to formed on her mouth. Mama crouched down in front of her and slapped her, hard. Y/n looked up with tears in the corner of her eyes and saw malice in Mama's eyes. That monster she was so afraid of leaking from her tormentor.

"Don't act so innocent sweety. A little bird told me... they saw you talking to a boy with black hair yesterday. Tsk-Tsk... bad girl. Have you've been spilling my dirty secrets? Hmm?" She pulled Y/n from her hair making her cry out in pain.

Y/n tried to grab her hair out of her grasp only to have the guards hold her hands behind her back.

Mama brought her closer to her face and rubbed her cheek against hers in a loving gesture. "My good girl, knows what happens if she disobeys, doesn't she?"

Y/n whimpered, nodding her head pathetically. "I..." she tried to speak again and stopped herself when she looked into her capturer's dark eyes. Words frozen for how scared she was.

Mama sneered at her, pulling at her arm, and making her stand up fully. Pushing her towards the bed. Snapping her fingers towards the guards to get on with their task, which they quickly responded to and forced Y/n down onto the unoccupied bed, while the girl struggled.

Y/n looked at Mama with fearful eyes, she was afraid she somehow knew already what she had been planning. But there was no way for her to know, she knew she'd been careful. All this time suffering and timing everything could not have been for nothing right?

"Let me ask again. What have you been up to?" She crossed her arms staring down at Y/n who couldn't help but to tremble.

Unwanted scared tears slipped down Y/n's face. "Nothing, I promise."

"You promise huh? Okay, then I'm sure if we ask Rosalinda, she'll confirm your story, right? Wake her up." she snapped at the guards once more, making them take care of her cruel punishments.

One of the guards got close to Rosalinda and brought his taser baton down on her exposed skin. Y/n with wide eyes, shook her head as though they would listen to her.

Once he flipped the switch, Rosalinda's eyes opened in shock and her mouth opened wide, crying out in pain from the electrical shocks. Y/n was begging and yelling at them to stop, trying with all her might to get out of her restraints to help.

Obviously, her cries were ignored as Rosalinda kept getting zapped with no remorse.

Mama glanced at Y/n and gave her a smug look, showing her how much power and control from this situation, she has. Walking over towards Rosalinda. Making sure to take her time with each step as she kept her eyes on Y/n. The guards didn't stop zapping until she put her hand up.

"Rosalinda, stop crying, it's irritating. Tell me, did Y/n talk to a boy with black hair yesterday?"

Rosalinda was still in shock, whimpering in pain. She tried to respond but her throat was dry, she simply shook her head side to side unable to form any words. Tears of pain and ache pricking at the corners of her eyes.

"You know I don't tolerate deception Rosalinda." She sneered at the girl who was still trying to decipher reality from her dreams.

Rosalinda kept shaking her head defiantly with eyes closed. Trying to breathe through the pain. "S-she wasn't... wasn't... only with m-me... a-and Miguel." It was hard to spill out the words as she attempted to cover for Y/n.

"I guess I have to beat it out of you." Mama tsked disappointed. She motioned for the guards without another word as she moved to the side.

They both took turns in beating Rosalinda with the batons and zapping her at the same time. Y/n could hear the crack of Rosalinda's skin as the baton went down with swift force. Rosalinda was holding on to the straps restraining her, for dear life. Her feet were also strapped, and she couldn't even turn sideways to defend her midsection.

Her body felt on fire. She couldn't use her quirk because of the suppressant cuff she still had on. Taking all the punishment with no break or relief.

Y/n tried to escape from the straps holding her back, cutting her wrists and ankles in the process. Her medical bed had the special restraints with inner spikes to prevent her from moving so much from the experiments she had to endure. Something which never worked because she always left with scars on those sections anyway.

She could feel a sticky substance roll down her wrists and ankles, already knowing it would be her own blood. However, not caring as she pleaded for them to stop.

"Please stop! Please!" Y/n screamed at them. "Ye...Yes! I met with a boy yesterday!" Y/n giving in confirmed Mama's accusation. That woman wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted.

However, even after telling her the truth, the torturing didn't stop.

Y/n with whatever little strength she had, was trying her best to help Rosalinda. Pushing and hurting herself to go to her. Still, the only thing she could do was to cry along with her sister helplessly as she pulled harder on her restraints. Pleading and begging for them to take it out on her instead.

Even after telling her the truth Mama didn't care, she had to torture the people Y/n cares for so she would learn her lesson.

Minutes of torture felt like hours to Rosalinda. She bit the inside of her cheek, hard enough to draw blood to try and distract herself from the pain and Y/n's sobs. Mama let it go on for a while longer until she signaled for the guards to stop.

Rosalinda visibly relaxed, sighing in relief even though her whole body ached.

"Rosie, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Y/n choked back on a sob.

All she could do was look at her sister as she noticed her slowly trying to breathe through her mouth. Rosalinda's breathing was erratic, her skin slowly turning a discolored blue and purple from the beating. There was blood coming out the corner of her mouth. Her skin was cut in different directions.

Boiling hot rage went through Y/n's body as she saw how bad her sister was left. With tears still streaming down her face she glanced at Mama with the deadliest glare she could muster. Mentally promising herself, she would kill her one day.

She could feel her quirk eating at her from the inside for release. Release to do whatever it wanted to her torturer and capturer. Something she couldn't do because of that stupid quirk suppressant handcuff.

"There. Was that so hard?" Mama asked sweetly, getting close to Y/n and stroking her hair softly disregarding the glare thrown at her. She gripped Y/n's hair tightly again making her whimper in pain, and tilted her head up, "Now tell me, who was this boy you met. Hmm?"

Even though she felt so much rage to the point of grinding her teeth hard, making her jaw ache, she had to calm down. No good would come to anyone if she slipped up.

She took shaky breaths in and out, letting the tears stick to her sweaty skin as she struggled from her grasp. Y/n had to come up with a lie, she couldn't tell her the truth or else they would never leave this nightmare, and all of this would have been for nothing.

An idea popped into her mind, one that would probably end her up the same as Rosalinda, maybe even worse. But she didn't care, she needed to make sure her story would be convincing enough to give her friends time to rescue them. Steering Mama away from thinking any possible threat was coming for her.

Make her believe Y/n thought. "M... my boyfriend." Y/n felt Mama's nails grip her harder.

"Boyfriend!?" she screeched.

Y/n grunted, feeling the same sticky substance from her wrists, now on the back of her neck – roll down from the force Mama used at pulling her hair. Probably ripping her hair from the back of her nape from rage.

The guards weren't the people to fear. They at least held back somewhat when they tortured someone. Not Mama. No, this woman was insane, she never held back. She was the boss for a reason. She got a thrill from torturing people, sometimes people would die just from her torture sessions.

Y/n saw it once when she was little and has feared her ever since.

But hope always won fear... even if it was slim. Y/n still had hope in the form of three young heroes.

"Since when did I say you could have one?!"

Without thinking it through Y/n smiled sweetly at Mama showing her defiance with a glint in her eyes. The new friends she met giving her courage to stand her ground.

Mama did not like that one bit. She licked her red smeared teeth from the lipstick she wore and turned around snatching one of the batons from the guards.

Setting it on to the highest power, she whispered threateningly to the defiant young woman. "Little girl, you belong to me. You will never!" her eyes bulged in anger. "And I mean never leave me!" with one last screeched, Mama turned the baton on and zapped her repeatedly, laughing maniacally as Y/n struggled.

Y/n swore she heard something crack in the process as she brought the baton down with so much force to her abdomen. Hitting her in different directions as the mad woman's rage blinded her judgement.

Y/n cried out in pain, while Mama had her way with her. Hearing the wails of Rosalinda, begging for her to stop and to beat her instead.

She was ruthless, relentless. Not giving a damn, and not holding back one bit.

Y/n's vision slowly started to turn dark around the ages, the last thing she remembered was seeing Mama's clear enjoyment as her own blood splattered on the crazy face of her capturer...

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Y/n jolted up from her bed. Trying to move her hands but stopped when she felt instant pain. Her wrists still strapped to the bed handles. She laid back down as she tried to adjust her eyesight to the bright light and realized she was still in the medical room.

Remembering the events from earlier. Without a care for her health, she looked over towards the bed Rosalinda was tortured in. Her heart almost jumping out in fright for seeing her still there.

When she saw Rosalinda sleeping peacefully, she physically relaxed. Good, she was alive. Hurt, but alive. Covered in bandages and bruises on her skin from the beating.

Y/n tried moving up but stopped once she felt pain in her stomach region and left side as she breathed. She noticed holes in different sections of her shirt. Her skin had dark circle marks which felt tender to the touch. Pain radiated her body every time she moved, she tried to hold back her pain, small whimpers leaving her lips. Choosing to ignore the now dried blood on her clothes, like splattered paint.

The door to the medical room opened, disrupting her thoughts of trying to escape from the restraints. A nurse different than earlier stepped in with medical equipment. Y/n saw blades and syringes ready to be used.

"Fuck..." Y/n grumbled tiredly.

She forgot she still had to complete her experiment for today. The nurse untied her without saying anything and took out a white robe to have her change into. Neatly putting it on top of her bed. The nurse quietly walked out leaving her alone to change.

Y/n already used to the routine, started stripping slowly, grunting in pain as she moved her body around. She remembered hearing something break when she was being beaten, but again refused to dwell on it. No point in worrying if the Doc was probably going to do something worse.

After a bit of struggle, she was finally able to put on the big gown over her head and pulled it all the way down. The gown ending just above her knees. She sighed in relief as she stopped her body movements, giving her a moment of pure numbness other than pain.

"What are you doing?" a low raspy voice echoed from behind her.

Y/n whipped her head towards the sound of Rosalinda's groggy voice. Limping hurriedly over to her. She refused to let her pain stop her from getting close to her sister and hugging her from the thought of almost losing her.

"Perame, perame. It's still hurts" She groaned out as Y/n hurt herself and Rosalinda for a hug.

"Sorry, sorry!" Y/n gave a half-hearted laugh, already feeling safer from the earlier events.

Rosalinda grimaced when she looked over at Y/n's scarred and bloody bruised body.

"I'm glad you're awake...." Y/n hiccupped. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She sniffled softly, as she tried hard not to cry in front of her sister again.

She helped Rosalinda by untying her wrists and ankles. Rosalinda tried not to cry a long with her. She was in pain too, but it hurt to see Y/n in so much mental and physical pain more than the pain she was feeling.

Her mind kept replaying those two sounds over and over. The sound of a bones cracking and the scream Y/n gave out when Mama beat her relentlessly. Mama hadn't stopped even after Y/N fainted, she had to be physically removed by one of the guards. The guard who stopped Mama was probably paying with his life for doing so.

Rosalinda saw a flicker of panic go through Mama's eyes as she heard those sounds coming from Y/ns body too. However, as quickly as it came it disappeared. Rosalinda decided to forget about that moment.

That crazy sicko felt no remorse. That woman was a monster, a true villain.

Rosalinda wouldn't dwell on it.

What worried her though, was the torture for Y/n wasn't over as she saw her in the medical gown. Rosalinda promised she would do anything in her power to stop this from continuing, she never knew Y/n got it this bad in the medical room.

Y/n always hid her pain well. Smiling even after all of this.

Their blissful moment ended sooner than they wanted it to. They were interrupted by another person grunting to grab their attention, it was one of the guards who beat Rosalinda. "You need to follow me into the other room, the Doc is waiting for you there."

"What do you mean?" Y/n asked confused, while Rosalinda struggled to get up. "What are you doing Rosie?"

She patted the girl's hand gently and limped towards the guard. "I'm doing what big sisters do dummy. Protect her younger siblings." She gave her one last smile before walking out with the guard.

She volunteered. She knew if she hadn't Miguel would be next.

The guard made sure to lock the door on a stunned Y/n. She was going to try to open it again when the Doc finally came in, pushing Y/n back. Wearing his white coat and signature round glasses. The chubby old bearded bald man, grinning at her with clear content.

"Y/n dear, are you ready for our session? We had to postpone it for later. Your master really wanted to punish you and Rosalinda." He chuckled darkly.