NSFW // Non-Con ~

Endeavor falls in a villain's trap.

He's caged in something that resembles a ship container. At first he thinks the villain's intention is just to take him off the way so they can keep trafficking illegal stuff. He's confident he can destroy the container

By himself, but he realizes later this thing is made specifically to resist his quirk. For hours he keeps trying to escape, he's sure someone already noticed he's missing, he thinks it's just a matter of time until he gets out.

But nothing happens.

Days go by, there's no food, no water, no signal of anything, no demands or communication, they don't even come back to finish him.

The idea of being left to die there is stuck in the back of his mind.

He thinks about his children and Rei, they would be okay, he thinks.

They're are better without him...

He thinks about his agency, he's sure Burnin' would know what to do.

He thinks about Mirko, she would probably miss their evening coffee breaks...

But he doesn't want to think about Hawks, he instead go back to his feet and keep trying.

The first time he faints he's sure it has been at least eleven days. His throat feels like sandpaper, the hunger is now a persistent pain in his stomach, he sweats and trembles, his eyes are failing him, and he is not able to use his quirk anymore.

He thinks he's gonna die there

Except that it doesn't happen. He opens his eyes a find a cup of water, just a normal size Plastic cup with water. He drinks it, desperately. It's not nearly enough, but it gives Enji hope, if they come back, if manages to reunite enough energy, he could beat them and escape.

He finds minutes later that it might be harder than he thought, as his vision gets blurry and he finds himself unable to move.

He's been drugged...

The door opens, he can barely distinguish four or five people, he's not sure, they call him a bitch, a whore and he doesn't

Understand until he feels his suit being ripped off his body, realization hits him like a train. He tries to fight back, but he's uncoordinated, weak, confused.

He feels them touching, pinching. He gets slapped around like a ragdoll as they laugh at him.

"This is the no. 1! Look what he became!"

He sees a baseball bat and then he sees blood, and even if he can identify the pain he's sure it's his, from where it comes from? His nose?, His head?, His lip?

He grunts when he feels a painful pressure between his legs, one of them

Between his legs, they're holding one side of the bat and the other is...

Oh, so that's where all the blood came from...

He feels humiliated, desperate, but he's unable to do anything, the great Endeavor, reduced to this pitiful being.

He stares at the ceiling as he tries to keep conscious, his jaw is broken, a few ribs and one of his legs are too.
One of them pants in his ear and tells him how much he admire him as a hero and how much he wished they could have met any other way, all of these as he rapes him.

They don't even kill him, they just have their way with him and then leave, not even closing back the container.

When the other heroes find him he's still unable to move, naked, malnourished and dehydrated lying in a puddle of cum and blood.