(TW: Blood, cursing and mentions of death)

It felt like her body was on fire, her vocal cords were strained from all the screaming he was able to pull out of her. Y/n really tried to contain her pained screams at first. She wanted it to be a last fuck you, unwilling to give herself over to them. But it was harder than she thought.

For some reason, he cut deeper and faster than other times. She didn't know if she imagined seen her bones, but refused to acknowledge that, in the light of staying sane.

This was so much worse than the torturing she experience from Mama a couple of hours ago. It was a never-ending cycle of pain. Did she even remember what happiness and bliss felt like anymore?

It was easy to say she would keep on suffering over and over again, because at the end it would have all been for something. However, there is only so much pain a person can take.

Physically and mentally, they've beating her down, tortured her, messing with her quirk since such a young age.

When will it ever stop?

She felt lightheaded as she looked around the room. Her vision darkening around the corners, voices and noises sounding muffled. As he continued, his conquest in opening her up.

She didn't know if she was screaming anymore, all the noise started to become a high pitch ringing in her ears. Forcing her eyelids to stay open, she wanted to ask him exactly what was going on. Eventually she would be able to get it out of him. The man was crazy enough to spill his crazy ideas to her.

She was tied down on the bed with her special cuffs again. Still, no matter how hard she tried to stay still. The pain would cause her to pull on them vigorously earning more deep dents on her wrists in return. She was scared to look at them for the fear of seeing disfigured skin.

Kyudai Garaki kept smiling sadistically down at her.

By now, he would usually be covered in more blood than he was. He was being more precise with his incisions. His knife gliding down her skin like butter. This was already the fourth time he was cutting her legs. Staying closer to the main artery to get more blood out of her.

Whenever he saw Y/n getting close to fainting, he would use his Nomu on her. Healing her as much as he could with the Nomu's quirk. Garaki would leave and while he was gone, he let the Nomu do its thing and then come back to cut her all over again on the same spots.

The short grey mustached man kept taking her blood repeatedly. He wouldn't normally take this much, and she had a sick feeling somewhere in the underground facility, Rosalinda was being experimented with her blood. It didn't take long to connect the dots. They were both separated, and the nurse mentioned another test subject.

If he kept on cutting and healing her, he needed a large amount of her blood for something. Right now, he was in the other room probably doing the same thing to Rosalinda.

Y/n felt tears of defeat roll down her battered dirty face. Maybe because of what Mama found out, they were finally going to discard of her and use Rosalinda instead.

There was flash of relief as she thought of a free pain existence.

She wouldn't have to suffer anymore. But then, what about Rosalinda?

How long would she last with the same experiments they've done to her? And after they were done with Rosalinda, where they going to use her brother next?

"No... I can't let that happen. I have to fight for them, and for myself. I know they'll come. I just know they will..." She proclaimed to no one and took deep breaths, calming her erratic heartbeat. Her body trembling with ache.

Trying to remind herself, to save her family and even if it hurt like hell, she would keep sacrificing herself to do so. So, her brother and sister won't go through the same things she did.

She felt a large hand touch her bloody leg.

Startled and alarmed she looked over and saw the mindless Nomu start to use its quirk on her again. After the doc would walk away, he would give the Nomu commands to heal her wounds when she was close to fainting.

Every time she made eye contact with that thing, she'd remember her hometown and the neighbor's insides in one of their mouths. They weren't just messing with her physically. Her mental stability was hanging by a thread too.

Sighing out in relief, she felt her wounds close. Her mind became a little clearer, feeling warmth all around her. Her chest didn't feel constricted as much from the blood loss.

Blinking a couple of times to get her vision focused again, she noticed the Nomu return to the corner of the room he was assigned to stay in. Giving a defeated sigh and laying back down on the bed. She prepared herself for the next wave of pain.

She would only have a few moments of relief before he came back in here.

The medical doors opened abruptly, Garaki and the nurse announcing their presence. Walking back in the small medical room with happy steps and satisfied smiles.

He walked towards Y/n, putting his hand on her stained bloody calf. "It looks like Rosalinda is doing beautifully. Not like you have my dear, but she will do just fine. For now."

Cold chills went up her spine, wanting to throw up as she realized she hit the mark on her theory. The room beginning to spin. What could she do if she was strapped to this bed, while they did that to her sister?

They were going to give her a blood transfusion with Y/n's own blood, in the hopes of making Rosalinda just like her. Trying to change her DNA, like hers had been. That's what they did to her when she was younger. She knew Hanta told her not to ask around, but curiosity got the best of her. She didn't ask but she did snoop around files and what she found horrified her.

Her whole life has been a lie.

She wanted to know why she had that huge scar in her back and when she found out the truth, she truly did vomit.

The constant experiments done on her were to change her to what she is today. Her DNA was changed forever. She found out what her actual quirk was supposed to be. Not this mutation of a quirk she has now.

This cursed quirk was not really hers.

She was changed to what they wanted, what they needed, used as a tool for most of her life...

"Why?" Her voice came out weak, barely above a whisper.

"I think you know why Y/n. You've been my greatest test subject. I would even say the most successful. If I could, I would keep you all to myself... it truly does sadden me. But you've been ungrateful, misbehaving. And that's angered a lot of people... You've become a liability." He stared at her with dark eyes.

She shook her head defiantly. "You can't do this to Rosie, she won't be able to..."

"I know that. From what I just saw, she won't even last a month. You're the most resilient one I've ever worked with. You my girl are a one of a kind. In normal circumstances you should have died but you didn't."

Garaki tsked at her, almost like a disapproving father would.

"Someone special was finally going to meet you again. He was really excited too. You should have seen him when he was told he was finally going to get you back. Now, imagine the tantrum he will through when he realizes we had to put you down..."

He shook his head already knowing how the white-haired young man was going to lash out.

"Who?" Y/n asked confused, having no idea what he was going on about. She's never heard of this before.

He smiled down at her, caressing her face as he got closer. "Someone that's been waiting for you for a long time now. He's been watching you. Your whole life he's been there. He knows everything about you. He even bargained to his master for you. If you would've stayed still and listed to Mama's orders and didn't disobey. You and your brother would have been free with him."

Her eyes widened from this revelation. Someone was going to save her and her brother. Someone who wasn't the new people she befriended.

Wait...

"What about Rosie?"

"She would've stayed behind in your place. It was his idea so he could finally have you." He saw her tremble in fear. "Trust me you would've been better off with him than here. Ironically, Rosalinda is still going to be used to replace you though. However, no freedom for you and no freedom for your brother..."

Biting her lip and clenching her teeth in anger, Y/n spit out. "I would never betray Rosie for only my freedom." A lone tear slipping down her face for how helpless she felt.

He tilted his head, "What of your brother then? Would you really choose Rosalinda over your brother?"

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her brain still delirious from the healing.

"You and your brother would have been free from here in exchange for Rosalinda. Are you saying you would have rather stayed here and forced your brother to stay here as well, for another person you're not related to?"

She snarled up at him. "It doesn't matter if she's my real sister or not. I will always see her as my sister. You know nothing about our life before here. I would never trade in one over the other. I choose them both..."

"And in doing so, you all loose. Regardless, you wouldn't have had a choice. Your master would have never let you go unless there was huge collateral left behind. The young man who wants you, knew this. He suggested Rosalinda in exchange for you and Miguel..."

"Then I'm glad he'll never get what he wants. If he truly knew me, he would've never made that choice for me!" She pulled on her restraints cutting her wrists again.

He chuckled at her stubbornness. "You and him, have so many similarities. You really are perfect for him."

"I belong to no one..." she whispered hoarsely at the short man.

He laughed at her. "You've never been free my girl. It's amusing how you refuse to accept your fate. Since the day you were smuggled to Japan your freedom was taken. Rosalinda's and Miguel's as well. When will you accept that?"

"Even after death, I will never accept it. You may have been doing this for a long-time doctor. But your luck won't last forever." Her words were laced with venom, eye narrowed to slits. Teeth bared like a wild animal. Eyes burning with defiance as she made eye contact with him.

"Oh? Care to explain?" He asked intrigued at the fuming girl.

She wanted to tell him, laugh at his face that even if he killed her now, her friends would still come anyways. Even after her death, she knew everyone else would be saved.

Sure, her brother and sister would suffer from losing her, but it was a small price to pay in exchange for their own freedom. She would live on in their memories and she was okay with that. They could hate her even after death for leaving them, but they would grow out of it.

She thought about them, finally being able to smile and not worry about anything like this ever again.

Sighing and with a bittersweet smile, tears built up in the outer corner of her eyes, trying to pour out. This would be the last thing she would do for them.

It pained her to think Rosalinda would suffer like she did, but she knew she would push through. She only needed to wait for the hero's arrival, and she was sure it wouldn't be long. Rosalinda was so much stronger than this idiot was given her credit for. She knew her sister was strong, she learned from the best after all.

Tears slid down her temples as she laid there accepting and welcoming death.

"Go to hell."

He nodded once at her, his signature insane smile taking over his facial features again. As the softness of losing his experiment left his eyes. Replaced by malice, she saw a flash of regret pass his eyes.

"Stubborn as ever..."

Then he started cutting all over again.

She didn't try to hold back her pained screams anymore. If this was going to be it, she wasn't going to fight it any longer. Pain was the only close friend she's had since losing her only friend who lived on in her memories after his death, and now she would join him again. The person who still lived in her heart, even if they were gone.

Death would welcome her in a warm embrace like it did for him.

It hurt her, every cut and every grip of different tools on her skin were literally killing her alive. She squeezed her eyes shut, as another pained wail was ripped out of her. Keeping her eyes shut and wishing for it to end.

She knew her death would not be painless, but she prayed to whatever higher being in existence to just get it over with already.

Her body felt weak and cold. She trembled from the torment, sweat coating her forehead and neck. Chills running up and down her body.

She coughed up blood, the iron taste in her mouth making her want to throw up. She always did hate the taste. Finally feeling the dizziness of blood loss take over her body, she sighed in relief once she knew it was almost over.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk. Not yet my dear, I need so much more blood for my new toy."