{zoro x oc} stick 'em with the pointy end

6. neso's past ~ buggy

~ AGE 9 ~

"That one, I want that one," a man slurred, catching himself against the back of the bar chair.

"That one hasn't bled yet."

"So, you think I give a shit?" he smiled, leaning in towards the girl who stood at the bartenders side.

"You can't afford that one."

"Aww, Wendy... come on," he held his arms outstretched, "I'm a loyal customer."

"And we thank you, but no, any of the other girls are available."

He looked around, his eyes lingering on the girl, before he settled on a busty redhead.

"Thank you Wendy," the girl lowered her head and scurried off. It was a Friday night and she needed to get a few more rooms prepared before the patrons showed up.

Theodora walked out to meet Wendy, "Another was asking about her?"

Wendy only nodded and continued to polish mugs.

"Damn Crocodile," she spat, "Damn him."

They stuck with the same lie and even then, some of their more brutal clients didn't want to listen. But the girl, who indeed had bled and was coming into a body they struggled to hide, was horrendously scarred. Her tattooed skin was not only evident of Crocodile's doing; but it signaled to the men who thought they were buying a virgin, that she was used up.

It left Theodora with little options. The girl couldn't be sold, the brothels reputation would be jeopardized if word got out they were sold a virgin in such a condition.

The girl did anything that was asked of her, but that would never be enough to cover what she had been bought for.

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The silver haired girl made her way through the brothel. She had learned how to be quiet enough to slip in and out of the pleasure rooms, refreshing any materials the women needed. She kept cups full, the spaces clean, and even scouted extra money in clothes thrown aside by drunk patrons.

When dawn came and the crowd thinned out she diligently helped the women clean up, keeping their plates full of food and their pockets lined with the spare cash she rounded up. She may not have been able to take on her role, as she had been expected to, but she did her best to be a good girl.

The night turned to day and the sun set once more. The women were waking up and getting ready for yet another shift.

The man who had been asking about the silver haired virgin the night before was back. This time he didn't say anything. He paid for time with Amelia, the busty redhead.

The girl made her way through the curtained rooms, cleaning and filling refreshments. Amelia's room was different tonight. When she entered, she saw the man who seemed to be waiting for the girl to see to her duties. Amelia, her head down in the mans lap, didn't notice as he stared hungrily at the girl. His eyes full of contempt for the girl. She quickly grabbed the soiled towels and placed the clean ones down before turning on her heel and leaving. Her laundry basket was full, a detail the man paid close attention to as Amelia pleasured him.

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It was a dirty place, the brothel; but this was the only island for miles and his crew needed a break. Buggy instead chose to take a walk around the little sea town. Behind the brothel, in an alley, he came upon a man yelling at what appeared to be just a child.

Buggy stayed back for a bit, curious as to what was happening between the two, especially in this part of the town.

"Bitch," the man spat as he grabbed a handful of silver hair, "Freaky bitch, I gave them their chance to let me pay for it, but now, I'm going to take what I want."