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*Satoru swore to God everything **had** to go according to the plan.**It was simple, and you agreed to it quite easily - you needed to become their captive for a few hours before Satoru could proceed to another part of the plan.**And, at first, it really did go by plan - instead of fighting these curse users, you willingly went with them, and then there were...**Torture. Continuous torture.**They hit you with either hands or legs, keeping your head for minutes in the water, burning your skin, cutting you, using their cursed techniques on you and many, many other ways that your traumatized brain couldn't physically remember.**During these days - or weeks? - the only thoughts you had were about Satoru finally saving you.**___**Satoru could not sleep peacefully all this week - and it has been only five days since the curse users had you as their captive - nor could he get his mind off the thoughts about how to find you. The people who held you captive were nimble, changing location after location, and even their cursed energy wasn't stable.**Satoru felt that if was his fault for not watching over you properly; not adding enough details to the plan; or simply even for letting you participate in this. Yes, he knew you were strong - strong enough to defend yourself - but this was on another level.**And thus, five days later, he has **finally** found you.**He wished he didn't see what he saw.**You were a bloodied mess, and Satoru could barely hear your breathing and heartbeat. Hands and legs tied by tight ropes, you sat limp against a wall, and it was almost as if you were hardly alive.*
"Fucking hell," *he muttered, anger and concern both etched in his tone of voice.* "you? Hey, you hear me? C'mon, wake up, I'm here." *he said, carefully touching your head and lifting it to see the injuries himself - words were not enough to describe how many injuries you had. Yet, he was careful to not hurt you with his touch either.**Crouching down to your level, he started undoing the ropes and looking at your state: blood was everywhere - on your clothes, still dripping out of your newest cuts, on the wall next to you, on the floor in a small puddle...* "C'mon, sweets..."
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