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Sure, it was slightly regrettable. In doing this he wasn’t going to have you in his life anymore, he was getting rid of you completely and totally.
(At least in the physical sense, anyway)
But you just had to go out and whore yourself around, didn’t you? You just had to be a fucking slut when you knew that Keigo had his eyes on you. He has for months.
You had to have known. There’s no way you couldn’t have. Sure, he’s had yet to properly introduce himself, but come on! He’s Hawks! The Number 2 Pro-Hero!! Even if you don’t know him personally (he knows you though, don’t worry) how could you not already love him? He’s saved your life like, three whole times now! How ungrateful do you have to be to not already be in love with him?
People and romance these days, sheesh.
But now, he’s sorta thinking maybe he went about this the wrong way. You’re screaming your ass off over in the next room, and he can hear it loud and clear even though you have a gag on. You’re crying too, he can hear your stuttered and heaving breaths, your gross sniffles and ugly, wet, coughs through your tears-
It’s kinda giving him a migraine, to be honest with you.
Keigo sits in his living room, shoulders bunched up to his ears in an attempt to try and block out the sound of you sobbing as he picked out which feathers he planned on and wanted to use. Some smaller ones, maybe a few long ones, and especially his extra sharp ones. Can’t forget those, of course.
To be honest, Keigo probably only needs one feather, but he’s always been a bit of an overthinker when it comes to big situations like this. Considering he’s never actually done what he’s about to do, he’s reasonably nervous. When Keigo finally settled on a select few feathers, he stood up, willing them to follow behind him, and slinked into the room that he had put you in. You jerked your head in his direction the second he walked in, and your scared face only became more terrified as you realized who had you captive.
He rolled his eyes as your desperate squirming and jerking around in the chair you were tied to. The plastic sheet crinkled under his feet as he strolled over to a table that was next to you, one that was also covered with a plastic sheet. The entire room was covered in those plastic things, actually. It looked like some cheesy bio-containment center in a 90s sci-fi movie. While Keigo did have guilty pleasure for those types of movies, the sheets were strictly for safety purposes. He set the feathers down on the table and side eyed you when a particularly strangled sounding sob was ripped straight from your lungs.
Drool was spilling out of your lips and was dripping in strands from your chin, and the gag was soaked both from your spit and tears. Your lower lip trembled as he made eye contact with you.
Sure you’re scared for your life, but Keigo has to admit.
You look kinda hot like this.
He finished setting his feathers on the table, maybe taking an extra minute to fiddle with them to procrastinate. He turned to you and you flinched, your skin dragging against the tight ropes that bound you to the chair. He took a few steps forward until he was in front of you, towering over you and trying to make his face as blank as he could.
“Do you know why you’re here, Y/N?”
He spoke smoothly, keeping it even and light, which confused you greatly.
Good.
You mumbled something through the gag, which he could make out as “wha dyoo wa phomme?” Keigo mentally gave himself a little pat on the back for understanding you. He tutted, acting as if you should be well aware of the circumstances of the situation.
“You see, Y/N, I’ve been watching you for a long, long time now-“
Your eyes widened in alarm.
“-and frankly, I don’t like the way you’ve been acting as of late.”
Confusion was etched into your features, your eyes searching his face for some sort of answer to the questions that were no doubt filling your head.
“Yoof benf washfn mv??”
Keigo contained a snort of laughter.
“Yes, Y/N. I’ve been watching you quite a bit, and I’ve learned that you’re not quite who I thought you were.”
You scrunched your face up, bewildered.
“I domnh evnf knw youh?”
Keigo raised an eyebrow at you like you were stupid.
“I’m Hawks, dipshit. I’ve saved your life before.”
You grew exhasperated.
“Ih gnow yurh haoggs, I jsh dohn knwh yoofh ,” You huffed.
“You know what?” Hawks started, clapping his hands together and startling you, “none of that shit is too important anyway. To put it simply, you’re mine , and you’ve been acting like a slut- partying, drinking, and fucking any guy that gives you second glance.”
The fear that had dissipated a bit during the conversation was back in full throttle. You tensed visibly, your eyes shining with tears that were prepared to bubble over and slip out at any second.
“ No mate of mine goes out doing shit like that without some sort of consequence. I’ve tried to give you hints that you shouldn’t- you’ve been robbed, drugged, followed- and you still do it! You’re such a fucking ditz, your brain is too fuckin’ empty for you to realize that you should just. Stay. Home.”
The tears fell.
Anger boiled in Keigo’s stomach, and he decided now was a good time to start. He swiftly turned around and grabbed a random feather off the table, and you shrieked through your gag. He crouched down in front of you, holding the pointed edge to your stomach.
“You won’t let me have you, so if I can’t, no one can.”
You tossed your head back and scream-wailed as he stabbed you, your blood spraying out and hitting him directly in the face, getting in his hair and on his shirt.
“Shut up! Shut! The! Fuck! Up!”
With every word he stabbed you again- your chest heaved as the red liquid spilled down your torso, pooling on top of your thighs. You sobbed, jaw dropped as all that came out was a pathetic wheeze, blood audibly gurgling in the back of your throat, staining the gag with red blotches and spots.
Suddenly, a (rather brilliant, he thinks) idea popped into Keigo’s head. Quickly, he pulled the bottom of your soaked shirt taut, and cut upwards in a jagged line, scratching your skin a few times in the process. When he tugged your shirt apart, revealing your chest, his crazed eyes zeroed in on the left side, right above your heart. He dropped the feather he was currently using onto the floor, and scrambled to snatch the bigger, sharper one that resided on the table with the others.
You squirmed in the chair, sluggishly tugging and jerking at the rope, your blue jeans appearing black with the amount of blood that had soddened them.
Keigo splayed his left hand on your chest, kneading at the skin, fingers digging in uncomfortably, no doubt leaving small bruises. Your shoulder shook with sobs as he brought the tip of the sharpened feather to barely graze you, his hand shaking in anticipation.
There was a beat of silence as he looked up at you, eyes shining bright with bloodlust, and a smile quirked at the tip of his lips. Your breath tumbled out of you as he plunged the feather in, more blood spraying out, and he scrunched his face up, a little bit of it getting him right in the eyes. But even with the mess, he persisted, sawing in and out of you, even having to wipe away some of the spurting liquid to get an idea of what he was working with.
Eventually he got a hole big enough that he could stick his hand in, the loud squelches of your muscles moving to accommodate the intrusion filling the room. You’ve passed out(or died) and Keigo ignores that in favor of standing up to get better leverage, adrenaline pumping through his body as he sees your skin move and stretch with his hand movements. He flexes his fingers and laughs maniacally when he sees 5 little bumps rise up.
After a couple minutes of digging and a few moments where he had to jostle your unmoving body around to get the angle he wanted, Keigo eventually got his hand wrapped around what he had been wanting, what he had been searching for this entire time-
Your heart.
With an immeasurable amount of strength, Keigo pulled it out, a waterfall of blood following the movement, splashing everywhere, drenching him, you, and the floor. He held the organ in his hand as he panted, before stumbling over to the table, grabbing a small feather and cutting off the protective layer that protected the heart: the pericardium. With a delicate amount of care he sliced it off, watching with glee as it slid away and landed on the floor with a gross, heavy, and wet splat.
His hands trembled as he brought your heart up to his mouth- ignoring your dead body in his peripheral vision- and licked off the light buildup of the shiny and sticky fluid that covered it: pericardial effusion. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the taste, and he couldn’t resist the way he sunk his teeth in next. Blood came out in jolts, pooling into his mouth and covering his tongue.
He greedily drank down the metallic liquid, not hesitating to take another bite and wrench his jaw open and closed to chew at the layers and layers of your heart that filled his cheeks. He swallowed roughly, almost choking at how eagerly he attempted to force it down his throat. When it finally slid down after a couple of labored breaths, he groaned quietly at the way it sat in his stomach.
Shit, if your heart tastes this good, then…
His eyes slid over to your immobile form, eyes staring blankly at the wall and blood already drying on your body. Keigo thought for a moment before coming to a conclusion. Rigor Morris would be setting in rather quickly, and it would simply be a waste to not cut open and eat the rest of you- plus he could save some later for snacks! With this in his mind, Keigo set in on slicing your stomach open, wings thrumming at the idea of enjoying every.
Last.
Bite.