Ochaco made a small yelp as she was slapped. Her cheek stinging as she closed her eyes tightly. She hasn't done this before, this wasn't in her hero training. As she just slightly took a deep breath, her hands squeezing the chair she was bound to. She just wanted to go home, or back to her dorm, anywhere else but where she was.

"Poor little hero," the villain croons as they grasp her hair yanking her head backwards "Ready to tell me about UA yet? Or gonna keep testing me."

Ochaco keeps her mouth shut, she doesn't open it. She won't. If the villains wanted information on UA, it was bad. They needed something and she wouldn't risk her friends. Or her teacher, she cares about them all.

"I'll never tell you anything," Ochaco spits towards them, defiance gleaming in her eye. But when she was yanked harder, and a preassure on her neck, she slightly started to choke. Thrashing as she tried to kick up but was bound to tightly.

"Brave little hero," The villain hisses shaking their head "Such a shame, you were pretty." As the villain steps to the side to open the bag they brought, the gleam of silver causing a panic within Ochaco.

She shouldn't have gotten caught. This big of a slip up? She was terrified now, as she slightly thrashed wanting to put space in between them. Wishing for a little assistance, but she didn't know just how close that assistance is. Almost here, almost to her. Just a few more moments.