You feel your body hit the ground as your world goes black. You can't move, but you can hear and feel what's going on, like your in some kind of weird dream state.
Arms hook under your legs and then around your neck. Your hair falls back as your head dangles.
Lucky for you, your mask covers your slave mark. Who knows what would have happened if it was exposed.
The next thing you remember is ropes being tied around your hands and feet. Your shoved into a very cramped, dark place. Fear takes hold as your body shakes and flashes of Saint Steven cross your vision.
He's standing in front of you, his sickening laughter makes you want to hurl, as your scars burn. You start to scream as he draws the whip back.
Your suddenly and forcefully pulled back to reality when your captore jerks you from the closest he had you shoved in, and punches you in the face.
Your mask takes the brunt of the force, so it doesn't hurt as bad as it should have. Your vision blurry as you try to focus on what's in front of you, but all you can see is blood as you bring your hands up to your face.
Your eyes so full of fear as to stare at your hands.
"Please stop!"
The man smirks "Then shut your mouth bitch!"
Your eyes flicker up to the voice, and you scream louder. Your so confused as to what's going on. You think you were sold to another asshole who's gonna beat you and use your body for his own sick pleasure.
"SHUT. UP. BITCH!"
He lifts his foot in the air and makes contact with the left side of your head. You fly across the room, and slam into the wall. You cry as you try and hold your head, but the ropes that bind you only let you touch your face.
You curl up in the fetal position and start to rock yourself as you lay on the floor.
You hear the sound of fabric ripping and your pulled up to your knees by your hair. Your eyes widden as you feel him unclasping your mask. You try to jerk away, but he knees you in the back. He removes your mask and tosses it on a table.
Your hair falls towards the floor as you look down, trying to hide your face. This thankfully works as you feel a gag shoved into your mouth, and the fabric he ripped wrap over your mouth and around your head. Your hair presses against your face, and conceals your mark. He ties it tight and shoves you to the ground.
"Stupid bitch!"
He lifts you after he calms down and places you back into the small dark closet.
"Get ready to set sail! Now's the time to go to the New World!"
"Yes Kid!"
He tenses as he hears the crew coming back into the ship. If Kid or any of the other core members find you, he will be in a shit load of trouble.
Kid might be a merciless, sadistic bastard, but he can't stand a weak ass man forcing himself on a women. He will kill a women without a second thought, but he wants to enjoy a women's body as she moans under his touch.
Only Killer knew this, as they were the closest out of the crew. Killer felt the same way as Kid did.
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Behind The Mask {Killer X Reader}
Hayran KurguThis is a spin off of my one shot for Killers birthday. I do not own One Piece or any of its Characters