Silence that overcomes

Freedom just out of reach

This chapter may be too much for some to read so this is my warning. If you feel like you cannot deal with any themes this may cover please wait till next chapter to continue reading. Themes of torture and child slavery.

POV Noir

It feels like it has been ages since I had seen the light hiding behind Jake not making eye contact with the humans, I wanted to live even though it didn't feel like I was, while they were starving us, beating and abusing us all while they were taking us to an auction house to be sold off.

It feels so wrong to think someone will buy me I can't help but shudder at the thought if what was to come, forced to do the whims of the person who would own me.

"Noir keep behind me no matter what happens I will protect you" Jake said with conviction he had become something of a father figure to me with his out of place need to protect me I had done nothing, but hide behind him hoping the humans would not find me.

"Jake I'm scared what is going to happens to us?" I question though I already had an idea of what was ahead for us slavery it was what happened to many of other fishmen we are used for hard labor.

"I don't know Noir but, I will protect you till I cannot" Jake said with determination in his voice I could not begin to comprehend what was to happen in the near future. It was too frightening to think about.

*Time skip* POV Author

They soon arrived at Sabaody, an island that was both beautiful and cruel to anyone who landed on its shores; this was the last place they would walk with relative freedom before they were sold off to the highest bidder. This place meant the end of their old lives and the start of their misery, a life of endless work, torture and the death of many who where also unfortunate enough to be caught by slavers.

Noir was scared and confused as to how anyone would enjoy the suffering of his people in such mass, when they separated him and Ben they did it with such venom as if keeping them together was hurting these men in some way.

Jake yelled and fought back against them but it was all for naught as he was taken down quickly and beat by the slavers so he could not cause any more 'trouble for them,' they did not kill him though he was valuable merchandise too them being as strong as he was Noir would not be seeing his friend again for along time.

Our little Noir was no trouble to pull away as he was too shocked by what he had witnessed he froze unable to move his gaze for his friend. They gave no mercy to the poor boy, throwing him in a fishbowl like cage and carting him onto a stage.

Faced with the people who yelled and claimed to want to do many things to him he couldn't hold back his tears any longer letting them merge with the water of the tank he was in no matter what he could not look into the eyes of the audience only seeing monsters who would hurt him in the future.

It did not take long for someone to snap at the chance for such a rare specimen as Noir was the man who bought him had a perverse look in his eyes as he stared at the young boy thinking about the thing he would do to the Fishman child.

It did not take a genius to know he planned many unspeakable thing for the boy and it would not be long after taking him to his ship would the man start the torture he had planned.

Time skip POV Noir (I promise it will get better for him this is only for this chapter)

I've never felt so much pain from the scary man who told me to call him master 'as a dog does not need to call it's master anything else other than with the most respectful title' he said with a sadistic grin holding up a whip that he had been using to hurt me.

This man had done many things to me I do not wish to remember but, they would scar over and become permanent reminders as to what had happened and to what would continue to happen to me if I stayed with this man.

"why... why did this happen to me" I sobbed holding my face I had been left below decks in a cold metal cage, everything hurt my back was bleeding some of my legs had been burned, cut and stabbed all for this man entertainment it hurt so much and all I could do was endure it till he had enough and left me alone to heal.

We had been at sea for a month and the treatment had not changed everyday the same man would come to him torture him till he was satisfied throw me back into my cage then leave, he would always yell things at me while the torture was happening yelling that I was only useful for being his punching bag and that when we get to his home he would to worse things to me.

During one of his rants I heard we were heading for the east blue and that it was taking too long to get there it was making him even more frustrated.

I did not know where the east blue was but it sounded far from Fishman Island would I really never get to see my home again even if it was a terrible one it was way better than this.

"Finally we are almost back to my house" the man said as he descended the stairs coming closer to where I had been left in my cage it hurt too much to move so i just stayed where he had left me,

" You know little one I'm in a better mood today so I'm going to leave today's playtime and instead, I'm going to take you up onto the deck and leave you tied up in the sun till I feel like moving you, okay." He did not even give a moment to comprehend what he was saying before he grabbed, my metal collar and dragged me up into the light *wince* it hurt my eyes to look at anything 'I can't see anything why couldn't he just leave me alone' I screamed in my head.

Feeling a rope slither tightly around my torso and legs so I could not move or escape 'please...please no more I can't take anymore, what have I done to deserve this' pleading to myself wondering how I could have done anything to deserve this treatment.

He told me not to talk so I don't, he told me screaming hurt his ears and he would always hurt me more if I did, so I stopped screaming, always holding it in, he hates crying so I don't. I did as he asked to somehow elevate the pain but it was always met with more enthusiasm than if I did the things he hates.

Would no one come to help me... Could not be given a miracle? That was my last thought before the light seemed to fade from my vision even though I could not see anything.

POV Author

It would take another 2 months for this seeming miracle to arrive in the form of a skull and crossbones and red haired man sailing towards a certain windmilled village.