Sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴅᴅɪsʜ ʜᴇʟʟ. Eᴜsᴛᴀss ᴋɪᴅ.

33. Marine Hell

A/N: Chapters after this will contain brutal violence as well as descriptions of torture as well as death, slight SA, and abuse, You've been warned

You had been stuck in the damn base for his knows how long. You were constantly being abused by the man. If you would squirm, Hina would cage you and youd put up with his beatings. All of this just because you pissed him off and he didn't believe you.

They didn't care for you, that much wasn't surprising. They'd bandage you up then just throw you back to Akainu. You had been there for about four days and you already were begging to be found by Kid. Whenever you were bandaged by the nurses, the men would always be rough with you on purpose.

They'd always touch you where they shouldn't have, they would cuss at you and shove you around despite your injuries. Marines were more cruel than the gangs themselves. You felt dirty and disgusted with yourself each time it happened. You always felt shameful. It wasn't your fault, yet you felt like it was. Soon enough, you were going to snap.

Smoker approached your cell and lightly tapped on the bars. You didn't mind Smoker, he was nice sometimes and he didn't treat you like the rest did. He gave you respect, he knew you weren't part of a gang, that's why he did what he did. He had to still treat you like a prisoner, but he was more gentle with you.

"Wake up Hyde. You've got a poster..." He said. He didn't seem pleased for some odd reason. You got out of your bed and walked to the cage bars, taking the paper from his hands. It was a newspaper with you on it. You were chained and beat up yet— the poster was promoting your own execution.

Within two days, you were to be executed at the stand where Roger lost his life. You stared at it with wide eyes.

"Sorry kid. I wouldn't have had it this way." Smoker said as he walked away, leaving you with the newspaper. You could only lean against the wall, your legs feeling like jelly as your heart sunk to your feet.

You were going to meet your demise soon and Kid was nowhere to be seen. Did he not care enough or was he not ready to save you? Whatever it was, you weren't ready to watch your life get stolen from your hands.

A part of you was wondering what the redhead had thought when he came back to the workshop.

Kid stepped over the busted down door, seeing the wreck all over his workshop. He growled and began to look around, searching top to bottom for you. He noticed everything was out of place, everything was messed up.

"Who the hell dared to enter without my permission." He growled. Killer looked around, the smell of smoke and metal in the air as he inspected the scene before him.

"Smoker and Hina were here. They must've taken (Y/N). If they present her to Akainu, that's not going to be pretty." Killer warned.

Kid balled his fist. He was going to get you back, no matter the price. No matter how many marines dare to try to stop him.

Eventually, days passed and Kid found himself constantly around Shanks, Law, and Whitebeard. Your father was about to turn the world over to find where his precious daughter could be. Soon enough, his question was answered.

Ace bursted into their meeting room with a newspaper and showed it to them all. You chained and beat up with your execution to be in two days where they killed Roger. Whitebeard instructed Ace to get everyone prepared, they were going to wreck havoc for you.

As Whitebeard exited the room, ready to prepare to get his daughter back. Kid glared at the other two men. He sternly warned them that you were his and he was going to be the one to save you, they were there only for support and help. He was determined to do so. He even rushed to finish his arm just in time for the battle.

You were going to come home and you were going to be safe with Kid and your father, they were going to make sure of it. That was a promise.

You sat on your bed, clutching onto the paper before you were escorted out of your cell. You endured the touching and catcalling as well as the profanities yelled at you. Oh it was making you itch. Your skin was crawling, tingling as you refused to let your violent tendencies slip.

Now wasnt the time. If you dared to even lay a finger on any of them, Akainu would surely make your execution come even faster. You couldn't risk something like that.

You were put back in the damn chair with the shackles as the man stood in front of you, leaning against his desk. You watched him take a puff of the cigar before he stared intensely at you.

"Let's chat."