You were curled up on the mattress, staring at the empty handcuffs dangling from the headboard; you haven't worn them since you stopped fighting back, unable to recall when you last felt frightened. Depression was your only state of mind in that overwhelming captivity.

Sometimes you read the books Dabi had given you over time, or drew looping lines on the walls with the crayons he gifted you for behaving lately. As if that'd make your life any less miserable.

Soon you heard a key sliding into the lock of the door and Dabi walked through it right after. His eyes were dull, but they glinted at the sight of you. So helpless and broken, just how he wanted you to be.