Doflamingo x [Marine] Reader-Friend Zone

XIV: Brief Interrogation

Location-The Torture Bungalow

You arrived at the scene of crime, found the culprits and knocked them senseless from your position hovering one hundred feet up in the air, as you sighed coolly and glanced with half-open eyes, discerned from interest due to the fatigue of your recent battle with the King of Dressrosa. You only had to glide down, pile their unconscious bodies on your shoulders and tie them to the small cabin at a cliff, cleared of housing utilization, for interrogation.

Life couldn't challenge you more than it already did, and you wonder if you can take everything thrown at you now with ease-except Doffy's kisses. You will find an immunity for that later. Or that probably would not be the wise choice.

And how did you it? Knock them senseless? You had so many toys, but you chose the wings you had on your back, to automatically shoot poisoned darts.

And now, you are in a small boxed-room filled with nothing of importance or decoration, except for a table in the middle, between the seats of the unconscious people you picked out as the obvious leaders, with a surprise laid in a golden sheet for these 'usurpers' to admire when they awaken. You grin, conjuring their faces of 'surprise' in your head, and how best admirable their faces with jaws dropped.

You wait on them and finally you stoop as two of them stirs, murmuring. You examined them closely but you didn't bother memorizing them in a long-termed storage, undeserving of accurate descriptions for your eyes. You labeled each one according to dominant color of their clothes and that's how you shall call them, as well as their physical feature.

The one on the right, a curvy woman-unpleasantly, curvy applies to every woman in this world and never you (if you act in this story as a girl) is dressed in seductive red, while the man with a simple face on the left is clothed in white. The unconscious one who rests his chin on his chest, sober and tired-looking, wears blue, blobbing many blubbers of fat on his slouched position. A dart still sticks on his neck and you know that pirate, he deserved more than what the other two will be getting combined.

"Well, well," you say, drumming your fingers in the wooden arm of your chair and the two manage to snap their necks to you. You meet their eyes meaningfully, where you know it will pierce their souls because you can already see them, feeble before the glorious frenzy of flames in your eyes.

"So," you say, standing up and clasping your hands behind your back. You eye them each, carefully, not the woman though, there were so many wrongs to see—where many see wouldn't take their eyes off.

"What do you think you are doing in a turf subjected to the protection of the Marine under the employ of a free-leashed warlord—or better yet, a land comandeered by authority under the Marines and that of my undenied protection?" You stick out your neck, jutting your neck out and making the man in white whimper at your crane-like action. "Hmm?"

You circle them slowly, and they squirm uncomfortably in their seats and under your fixed gaze, rubbing their skins red on the tight ropes binding them tight. You can see their heads angling to take in the room and look for devices to aid their escape—which you can't allow them to gain a foothold of, unfortunately, that would mean failure to all your past achievements because you just never FAIL. Yes, you are awesome.

You land a hand on the man in white and he jumps under your touch.

"You see my..." You lean near his ear and run your tongue to every curve of the word, "...toys?"

He tilts his head to the table and he freezes with wide-eyes feeding on the unpleasant galore—which always turmoils the same effect, cold shivers combing down their spineless backs and intensified emotions fit for exposure during the interrogation. But you don't mean to 'use' them—oh no no (unless you have to XD and it is always exhilarating every time)—it was a simple method of intimidation. Simple, yet effective and a great revelance of your 'creative' side.

Slowly, over his shoulder, you reach for a small tool created by yours truly, the greatest inventor of the 'modern' world. It is a small nail spiraling to a long needlepoint spiking long needles at four sides. You turn it under your thumb so that it would gleam, and he would be able to see how long it was—and their branches—and extremely thin.

You snatch two of these weird voices, each in one hand and you bring them closer to his face, where they wink under the  golden light. Suddenly, you stab them on his collars to the seat, the needles an inch from his brown face and keeping him there, staring the point of needles aimed for his earlobes and eyeballs.

You leave him be, not sparing the girl a second look, brushing off her existence. You don't know why you bothered. Instead, you pat the cheek of the snoring man but he doesn't awaken. Irritated at his fake play, you kick the foot of the chair carrying the lug of a man, sending it tumbling down and cracking the floor boards beneath with his weight. The man jerks awake, looks around wildly as much as his face plastered to the dirt-layered floor and finds a rest on your eyes you calmly softened.

But then you grin devilishly and he starts yelling curses and fitting a tantrum like a glove. He is afraid but confident, no change to the common villain you lock in bars in a weekly period. You roll your eyes and hear him out, crossing your arms.

"I'm going to raid this place empty and in the name of the next great pirate Zokar Tu! I will dominate Dressrosa and stick the flag of the Bone Pirates! I will defeat Doflamingo and he will lick my boots clean and make all the women here mine!"

He keeps rambling as your brain instinctively counts the passing time, and while you focus on the one long hair on his chest and how you want to pluck it off when it so irritatingly stands straight, as if mocking you. But aside from that, cockiness is something you cannot to tolerate.
And Doffy licking their feet? The image brought to your mind equals the anger of this filthy pirate's crimes.

You lift your leg up high, above your head like a straight pole.

"I am the Joria of the Bone Pirates! The elite assasin and the best warrior of the group! Behold my Baku-Bako fruit! The ability to-"

You heard enough 'unfortunately', your word of the day. You drop your foot heavily on his head, crashing it deep down, past the floorboards and into the soil hidden under; he was silent.

One down—two to go and ten minutes to burn. Who will get the best of their five minutes?

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