Chapter 102: Bloodstained Beauty

The door to the room slid open, and Dabi strode in, his eyes scanning the scene before him. His gaze landed on me, and his expression remained neutral, but a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "Oh, I see you're already messing with her?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. Himiko's smile grew even wider as she turned to face Dabi. "Yeah! Now tell me, Shigaraki and Dabi, don't you think she's cuter with blood?" She gestured to my cheek, where the cut still oozed a trickle of blood. Tomura's eyes lit up with interest as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me. "Ah, yes. I think Himiko has done an excellent job, as always." He steepled his fingers together, his eyes glinting with approval. Dabi's eyes narrowed slightly as he took a step closer to me. "I think she's... adequate," he said, his voice dripping with indifference. "But I suppose the blood does add a certain... charm." Himiko giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "See, boss? Even Dabi agrees!" She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek again, collecting more of the blood that was welling up there. Bakugo's angry voice grew louder, more furious, as he shouted, "You're all monsters! I'll kill you, I swear it!" but his words were muffled by the restraints that held him back. I felt a wave of fear wash over me as Dabi's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing and intense. "I think it's time we had some fun, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Tomura's eyes lit up with interest as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me. "Yes, let's see how long she can last under our... ministrations." He steepled his fingers together, his eyes glinting with anticipation. Himiko's smile grew even wider as she gazed at me, her knife still clutched in her hand. "I'm so glad I'm not the only one who thinks she's cute like this," she purred, her voice dripping with menace. The room seemed to grow darker, the shadows deepening as the four of them closed in around me, their eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. I knew I was in grave danger, and that I had to find a way to escape before it was too late.