Dragon's claw (Shanks X Reader)

13- Emperors and Warlords

A little bit about your 'captor' gets revealed in this chapter.

When you opened your eyes and saw the same dreadful room, that had kept you captive before, in all of its dull and blandness. A small tear left your eye and rolled down your bruised cheek. You winced and held your hand to the hurt cheek, looking around the pain filled room, you suddenly remembered the actions of the days  before. The party, The hangovers, The bounty hunter, you being captured and... That it all happened while Shanks wasn't there. A loud, rugged, sound of clashing metal filled your ears forcing you to cover them, it was a familiar sound, it was just the metal door of the room, or "chamber", being opened.

Once a loud, banging noise signaled the door had shut you looked up, only to lock eyes with an ugly, snob with a bubble on his head. "Ahh~ Hello." he gaped at you, you felt disgusted. "Awe~ Don't be shy, my dear~" 

'Shut up!' you closed your eyes tightly trying to suppress your anger towards this man and his position. He cleared his throat as the door slammed once more, you looked up to see another familiar face, your master's sister, "I checked, brother... Sh-She's-" she bent closer to whisper something to him, you couldn't make anything out besides the word, warlord. At first you thought they were talking about you but alas this proved you wrong. Why would they be talking about a warlord? And who else would they be discussing?

Then you heard something peculiar  come from your masters mouth, "why would she be a bounty hunter, then?" with that his sister shrugged. "Come with me!" he demanded grabbing his sister's arm and pulled her through the door, it slammed making you jump.

It was torture, having a taste of freedom, growing to love it then having it ripped away from you, leaving you craving it. Needing it. You had grown out of this lifestyle, being pulled back into it left you heart broken. 

You looked around the dim room, not being able to see much except the cuffs on your arms that withdrew your powers and kept you chained to the wall, feeling vulnerable and weak. 

All the while in the other slave chamber, the master and his sister were interrogating the new girl, " GO AHEAD! I'VE BEEN THROUGH HELL AND BACK, ANYTHING YOU BASTARDS DO TO ME I CAN TAKE!" her voice echoed through the room. "Oh, really?" his sister asked, eyeing her brother with a small smile. " All i'm asking to know is your relationship with your family~" she cooed, sounding almost innocent, "fuck you!" the girl, who was chained to the wall, spat. "You know, brother, her first regard sounded like a challenge." 

Your Master nodded, with a wicked smile on his face, "I couldn't agree more." a sinister look made it's way onto both of their faces. Your master walked out as his sister lit a fire in a small risen pit she then put a strange piece of metal into the growing fire, the girl knew what was about to happen, she had seen too many slaves with the imprint that was on the metal rod. "Please, no.." 

"Oh, but I thought you could handle anything~?" He mocked as her skin came in contact with the fiery hot rod. Back in your chambers a loud, high pitched  scream caused you to cringe as chills ran down your back. You knew what had just happened, your own mark ached as the memories of being in here not long ago, came back in flashes and tears. You hated this place to say the least, you wiped your tears as the heavy chains that were binding you, clinked.

You pitied the other girl, after all you had been in that situation before.

The girl gasped, taking in as much air as possible. Wincing any time she moved, "will you tell us now?" the sister of the celestial Dragon asked, the girl bowed her head in shame and nodded. "M-my name is Donquixote Alexandria." she said her name with a Spanish accent.

"I'm the adopted daughter of doflamingo." she said, her head had never risen, she kept it down, as if to hide it. "Look at that. She knows her place." your master said, nudging his sister as they both laughed with unbearable laughs. "You truly are scum."

A sharp growl rose from her throat, the two world nobles backed up, "I suggest we go see the other scum." the sister said as her brother nodded, they walked out of the room leaving your captor stripped of not only her clothes but her dignity as well. They walked back into your chamber, or a better word your cell, your master only gave you a disgusted look, you knew what it meant, that he knew he was above you. there was something about the celestial dragons that made them love showing their superiority. It was sickening. How they viewed people, they had no regards for nobles, those that are loyal to them, little on a  nobody like you. Your master didn't care about you up until he lost you when Shanks rescued you and even then he only wanted you back to prove that he could best an emperor.  

"look at those hideous rags they've put  you in." when he spoke, it would make you cringe. "I guess it's just their kind, you can't blame the pirates." he let out a snorted laugh, "I suppose they would never been taught basic manners or how to dress for that matter."

Since when does the man with a bubble on his head get to judge other people's fashion habits? With that he walked out leaving you both still disgusted and confused. He came back in with something very similar to the clothes  you were wearing when Shanks had rescued you, in his hand he held two small pieces of leather, that were supposed to be passed off as clothes for you to wear. He took your chain from the wall leaving you only with the sea stone prism hand cuffs and collar to rid you of your powers. He thew the leather at your feet, which were pulled near your body with your arms wrapped around them.

Finally it clicked, he wanted you to change... In front of him. You cringed, wishing you hadn't realized it, you looked up at him. Standing before you snickering to himself, "come on, scum! We haven't got all day!"

You picked the clothes up and held them in your hands as you stood to your feet. You felt violated, your master had a smug grin on his face as he watched you. You dropped your clothes on the floor as you took them off, kissing goodbye to everything you had come to love, freedom, a life on the sea, being with people who truly cared for you and most importantly shanks. You would truly never forget him, all the kindness he showed you, everything he had done for you, forgetting him would be like forgetting yourself, although it is an option, you may have forgotten all those nights that you had laid awake on these very floors crying yourself to sleep, trying to forget the pain. That wasn't you, it was at times like that you truly had forgotten yourself.

At those times you felt like he was right about what you were nothing but scum, or a mutt, a dog, a simple pet, expected to be loyal and obey every given command, just like now, as his perverted eyes, wondered your almost naked body. He hungrily wished for more, did you feel violated? Yes. Had your probably been invaded? Yes.

You hadn't realized how much the small amount of time you spent away from your master had changed you. You had real values. You had finally felt valued for once in your life, however all that went down the drain as the last pieces of clothing dropped to the floor and you slipped into the small and tight leather 'clothes' he had provided you with.

At this moment when you saw the satisfied look on his face you realized something else, that you wish you hadn't. You realized that he had won, and no amount of freedom nor love could rid your mind of that. Because, you had truly lost..

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I hope you all enjoyed~
I know it is getting a little angsty and I'm not the best at writing angst but hey, I'm trying.