Silenced

Shigaraki's eyes narrowed as he gazed at me, his expression growing increasingly irritated. "Make her shut up, Dabi," he said, his voice cold and detached. Dabi's smile grew wider as he leaned in, his hand covering my mouth. I tried to struggle, but he held me fast, his grip like a vice. I muffled a scream, my eyes wide with fear as Shigaraki's words sank in. I tried to bite Dabi's hand, but he was too quick, shifting his grip to hold my jaw in place. I was trapped, unable to escape or make a sound. The van continued to speed through the streets, the sirens and shouting heroes growing fainter as we put distance between ourselves and the scene of the crime. As Dabi's hand pressed against my mouth, I felt my air supply dwindling. My lungs began to burn, and my vision started to blur. I struggled against Dabi's grip, but it was no use. I was trapped, and I was running out of time. Shigaraki's voice seemed to grow distant, his words muffled as I felt myself being pulled under. I tried to fight it, but it was too late. My body went limp, and I slumped against Dabi, my eyes rolling back in my head. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of Dabi's hot breath against my ear, and the sound of Shigaraki's laughter echoing through the van. Then, everything went black. As I lost consciousness, I was aware of the van slowing to a stop, and the sound of doors opening and closing. I was lifted out of the van, and carried, my limp body held against Dabi's chest. The world around me grew darker, and I was consumed by nothingness. I didn't know where I was going, or what would happen to me when I got there. All I knew was that I was at the mercy of Shigaraki's crew, and that thought was the last thing I was aware of before I passed out.