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You were walking down into the cellar of the Celestial Dragon that marked you as their own. You had no shoes, small black shorts, a gray sports bra, and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt on. You had scrapes and bruises running up and down your arms and legs, and even a few scratches claimed your cheeks. You noticed Luca going down there, so you followed him. He always went against the rules and boundaries that your master had set. Luca, was his son. His awful son. You noticed two girls dangling by chains connected to the ceiling. One of them had long tangerine colored hair, while the other had long sleek raven hair. Luca was walking up to the tangerine haired woman with a knife. Her eyes widened and her face paled.
Luca held the knife up to a long lock of her hair and said, "Hello there, kitty cat." She had a gag in her mouth so she couldn't scream, as did the raven haired woman. He chuckled his horrifying chuckle, that would send chills up anyone's spine.
"Your hair is just lovely. I think i'll take it." Right before he was to cut it off with one swipe of a knife, something punched him so hard, that it knocked him to the wall a ways away. That something, was you. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed and you walked up to him with a glare that could drill holes through your soul.
"(Y/n) what the hell!? What was that for!?" yelled Luca. He put his hand to the place on his cheek where he had been struck.
"What the hell were you just doing?" you asked in a evil tone. He stared at you with wide eyes and started to panic.
"You see, (y/n)...I was simply playing with my new toy." He gestured over to the tangerine hair colored woman, who was watching you two intensely with the raven haired woman.
"Luca, she isn't a goddamn toy!" you yelled. Fury was burning in your eyes. He smirked.
"Fine, have it your way (y/n). I'll just go tell daddy! He'll punish you AND my new toy!" He ran up to go tell his daddy. It was just you...in a room full of prisoners who were kidnapped. You turned around to the two hanging woman who stared at you with wide eyes. You walked over and took out their gags.
"I'm so sorry! Look, I promise I'll get you guys out of here. Everyone will be free. Just hang on okay?" you said. They nodded and as you turned around, you notices someone tall and chubby, with a bubble over their head. A Celestial Dragon.
"(Y/N)!" he yelled in a furious voice.
"Y-Yes sir!?" you yelled and bent down at practically a 90 degree angle.
"Stand straight!" he commanded. You nodded and slowly straightened yourself out. The moment you did, he struck you across the face with a spiked glove.
"(Y/n)...why can't you just let my workers do what they want to my toy collection!?" he yelled. No answer. He raised an eyebrow. He gave a hand signal and two men were pressing on your shoulders, hard. You fell to your knees without resistance, and he got out his famous spiked whip. Your cheek was bleeding slightly. You showed no fear of the whip and its pain. WHIPSH! You only slightly grunted every time he struck you with it. You never screamed, nor did you even tear up. All you could do was feel the pain, and take the punishments instead of the prisoners. Maybe your plan will work out. Someday. Someday I can escape.
"Come on now! SCREAM FOR ME! I WANT THE GODS THEMSELVES TO HEAR YOUR SHOUTS OF PAIN AND HORROR! I WANT THEM TO KNOW THAT YOU JUST WANT TO DIE!" He screamed this at the top of his lungs. Causing the straw hat's to freeze and look horrified at the scene happening before them.
"PLEASE STOP HURTING MS.(Y/N)!" Shouted the child prisoners. All the prisoners left were children, excluding the straw hat's of course.
"You want a taste of my whip, brats?" They looked horrified but still kept screaming for them to stop hurting you.
"Fine, you asked for it." He said in a horrific tone. Before he could whip one of the children, you ran up in front of the one known as Hannah, and the whip wrapped around your waist and tightened. Blood started to fall everywhere. Even in this time of immense pain, you never screamed, or even cried. You didn't even show the slightest hint of fear in your eyes. You stood there, letting him beat you. Excepting their punishments so they can go back to the outside world as a normal child. They wouldn't have scars or any missing limbs. They can go back to normal....well as normal as they can be.
"How dare you defy me!?" he yelled pissed. His face went from angry, to a rather bored look. He walked towards you and undid the whip that had itself tangled around you like a snake. He looked you in the eyes, and before you knew what was happening, a loud noise rang in your ears. BANG. Everything went white for a second, but you soon came back to reality. He had shot you in your left shoulder. Nothing fatal, but it still hurt like a son of a bitch.
You still showed no fear. Just pure anger and disgust.
"I'm getting bored. I'll be going upstairs now. Clean yourself up, like always." You nodded and waited for him to leave. You slowly got up and walked over to a few medical supplies laid out on a very old and dusty table. You grabbed the old needle and thread, the peroxide, the bucket, and the rag.
You sat down in a old chair that you kept there for these medical issues. You quickly poured the peroxide onto the rag, and dabbed it against your wounds, gritting your teeth from the pain. The bullet was still stuck in your shoulder, you had to dig it out...or else infection and disease would surely spread. You grabbed the pair of tweezers and then on the count of three you dug into your shoulder, searching for the bullet.
Everyone cringed at this sight, but you hadn't noticed. You quickly yanked it out and stitched yourself up. You cleaned the wounds one more time and rinsed out the rag in the bucket and put everything back to where it was. The door opened once again. Luca and another slave walked down stairs.
"(Y/n). You are sleeping down here with the prisoners tonight." you nodded. He chucked a small pillow at your face. No blanket.
"I myself....still need to repay you for the encounter we had earlier." You saw the infamous smile so many have talked about. He got out his father's spiked whip.
"(y/n). Take that shirt off...now." Your eyes widened. You realized what he was going to do. You just stood there.
"Fine then...have it your way. Gerald. You know what to do." The slave known as Gerald, who you have become so fond of over the years you spent here, was now the one helping punish you. He put his hands on your shoulders and whispered in your ear, "I-I'm so sorry...(y-y/n). Just c-close your eyes, okay?" he was begging in your ear. You nodded because you knew it wasn't his fault. He had a wife and kids that he needed to get back to. He wasn't going to die. He pushed you onto your knees, and stripped you of your famous Hawaiian shirt. Your back was exposed to only the two girls hanging and the child prisoners.
You had long whip scars and fresh gashes on your back. Everyone who could see it was shocked. Nami's eyes started to fill with tears and Robin had a look of disgust toward the male with the whip. In the middle of those scars and gashes, there was one spot that had not been touched. It was a large dragon claw tattoo, on your back. That was the mark of a Celestial Dragon's slave.
"NOW SCREAM FOR ME!" he yelled as he walked behind you readying his whip.
"AT LEAST SHOW ME YOUR FEAR! YOUR SADNESS!" he yelled. No answer. He whipped your back, not even touching the dragon claw on your back. You didn't cringe and that pissed him off.
"DAMMIT! .....JUST....SCREAM....AL....READY!" he shouted in between furious whips. He started to pant from the workout he had just got. Your back leaked with blood.
"Gerald. Fix her up. I'll meet you upstairs." Luca put away the whip and left the room.
"(Y/N)!" Shouted Gerald as he bent down to your knee level. He started working on the wounds, saying he was so sorry, and that he could never be forgiven.
"Gerald. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't help it." After everything that had just happened, you stood up and faced the man that was behind you, and give him a heart warming smile. He teared up and stood up looking you in the eye.
"(Y-Y/n). How can you take everyone's punishments, plan to get us all out of here, and still smile that heartwarming smile?" You just smiled even wider and hugged him.
"I must go now. But I'll see you later, kay (y/n)?" You nodded. You sat down and put on your hawaiian shirt.
"Ms. (y/n)..." started the child known as Hannah.
"Yes?" You smiled warmly at them.
"Well...I was wondering, what is that mark on your back? You know, that tattoo thing." She asked nervously. You gave her a kind smile.
"Okay, are you sure you want to know?" They all nodded. You turned around, so your back was facing the children and your face at the males of the straw hat's. You slowly pulled down your shirt, revealing a dragon claw tattoo, but it wasn't like the one that Boa Hancock had...no, yours was blue.
"This is the claw of the Celestial Dragon's. Anyone marked with it, are their slaves.
"See, normal slaves to the Celestial Dragon's, have red or pink colored claw's. I have a blue one."
"What does it mean, if it's blue?" asked another child, he was Jacob. You giggled softly into a sigh.
"Well blue means I'm a...special kind of slave. Understand?"
"What kind of special are you?" asked Tucker, the boy who was sitting next to Hannah.
"Well...uh...you guys aren't old enough to know. I'll tell you when you're older." Maybe, you finished in your mind.
"Can I guess?" asked Hannah.
"Sure."
"Does it mean you're....a...sex slave?" That answer rang in your ears and echoed throughout your mind. Your face grew serious as you looked over your shoulder and asked, "Where? Where did you hear that!?"
"Luca...he was talking, a-and we overheard him say something...a-about SEX SLAVES!" Your eyes widened at this. You turned your head away and pulled up your shirt. You hadn't noticed at the time, but all of the straw hat's faces....they looked like they were ready to kill someone...anyone.
"HEY! (Y/N)!" You jerked your head upward to the man who was standing at the top of the stairs in the doorway....it was Luca.
"My daddy says he wants you in his bedroom....now." You felt sick, you never showed fear, sadness....you bit through the screams, but him...him...that bastard of a Celestial Dragon, used you and used you over and over again. He claimed your innocence when you were many years younger. You felt fear strike upon you as the man himself began walking down the stairs. You turned around to face him and he smirked.
"Hello there, vixen." you growled at the nickname he called you when he forced you to be alone with him. He grabbed your face, pushing on your cheeks, causing them to puff and puff your lips out, as if you are willingly going to kiss him. He leaned in, and licked the side of your face while humming. You glared at a different direction, and ended up glaring at a floor. He got on his knees and licked your stomach up and down the toned sides, causing you to panic, knowing what he would do next.
"Mm. You taste good little vixen. Come up to my bedroom. That isn't a request...it's an order." You nodded and followed him until he stopped.
"Remember what you need to call me?"
"M-Master." He smirked and kept walking as you slowly followed behind, until you disappeared behind that door.
Third Person P.O.V. (Cellar)
The straw hat's were furious...especially Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, and Nami. Nami felt a few tears streak down her face.
"L-Luffy...we h-have to s-sa-" Nami was cut short when Luffy said, "Yeah...I know. I've decided something..." The crew looked at him curiously. The shade of his hat hid the fire that burned in his eyes and soul. He continued on, "(Y/n)...Is joining the crew."