Dragon's claw (Shanks X Reader)

14- A Slave's life

The floor was cold and the small amount of leather clothing didn't help to warm you up any. You had already been here for a short time yet, you had been both beaten and sexually abused by your master. It wasn't a life to envy. You did feel bad for the other girl as well, you had been through it before, she had not. Although you were yet to discover that she was the one that put you in  here.

It was early in the morning, you couldn't sleep due to the cold chains scratching your wrists and the coldness of the floor seeping into your body depleting your natural heat. What you wouldn't do to curl up in your bed in the barrack with your fluffy pillows and blankets, back on the ship. Your master had seemed to be dead set on making the new girl uncomfortable, he does the same stuff he did to you in your first four years, making her sleep with him, giving her strange nicknames, making her use her powers to accommodate him. you truly pitted this girl, and the root of  your empathy was simply because you had been in that position before. 

The loud bashing of the metal doors filled your ears once more, you looked up seeing your master's sister. "My brother sent me to fetch you." she says bluntly moving the ring of keys that your master must have given to her. She finally picked the one that went to the chain with connected you to the wall, she unhooked the chain and took it in her hand, holding it like a leash.

She drug you along, you were shorter than her, especially now snice you were slouching. You were exhausted, not being able to sleep the last few days had worn you out, completely.

You had craved the sensation of a good nights sleep, during the long, cold nights, in which you stayed ether on the hard floor or against the hard wall, neither one was comfortable. You earned a jerk from your masters sister, which made you fall face flat on the floor. Once more you had been disgraced sitting face flat on the concrete floor, a collar with a chain on it, hooked around your throat, from which an ugly, snobby woman with a bubble on her head.

As all your thoughts processed and you finally registered where you were and what had happened, a sudden movement of rage came over you. You gritted your teeth as a low growl escaped your throat. You heard the chain drop along with the sister of your master mumbling cruses under her breath as she stumbled to pick it up.

You raised your face up, you locked eyes with the woman who had you on your knees like a dog, she was both confused and worried by your growling, you got up and continued to follow, it's true you wanted to be free. You wanted to be with Shanks and the crew... yet you seemed to be growing accustomed to the life once more, it hurt to admit it it was true. You followed the woman into a large room, you slowly remembered, the awkward yet painful memories of the long nights you had been forced to sleep with your master. 

You heard someone clear their throat, then a wince or a squeal as a thud sounded beside you. You looked to see a girl, with long, curly dirty blonde hair and deep purple eyes. Her eyes, they looked familiar, for a second you thought you saw stars in them, it would feel right, the dark purple imitated that of that of the calm night sky. You could swear you had seen her some where before. It all just seemed to familiar.

"Both of the scum, looking face to face at one another, take 'alexndria back to her chamber." he tossed his sister the girls chain. "I'm not your-" his sister was silenced as he sent her a threatening glare followed by a "Now." which came out mostly as a low, deep growl. She tugged on the chain, making it rattle while she yanked the girls neck forward. As your thoughts caught up with you, you realized something, reality suddenly hitting you like a bus on a freeway, she was your captor, she was imprisoned by your master. The way her fave looked and her purple eyes, the only difference was her eyes no longer carried pride, they now carried  regret and misery, hopelessness and wish for something horrible to happen.

You knew the look all too well, you wore it many times, as well as now.

Wearing the painful expression of heart break and hopelessness. Wanting nothing but to be taken away, it didn't matter how, you just wanted it to end... For it all to be over, the pain, the suffering, the embarrassment, everything.

A quick burning sensation which quickly turned to pain along your backside, pulled you out of your thoughts and back to the room with your master standing in front of you, with a whip in one hand and a creepy smile on his face. You knew where it was going, you winced as the whip slapped your skin a couple more times, until a trickle of blood rolled down your spine. He grabbed your leash and pulled you farther into the large room, a bed, a desk and a door which lead to another room, were the only things visible due to the dim lighting in the room.

when you woke up, the next morning, you were back in your chambers with the faint taste of alcohol on your lips. you looked at the small leather cloth, that barley covered your body, a couple tears shown through them. Faint, hazy memories of the night before left to hang in your memories, you sat there on the cold, concrete floor trying to piece it all together.

It didn't take much longer to piece it back, you shook your head, already wishing to forget it. You sat up against the concrete wall, a sharp pain in the small of your back ached as a sharp wince flooded out of your mouth yanking forward and pulling the chains on your wrists, making your cut up wrists ache as well.

All of this from one night with a world noble, he had his 'fun' then discarded you like the trash you were. Your body cut up. Bruised up. Aching. Sore. All for his entertainment, it was not right. It was not legal, but it didn't matter, because, as far as your master was concerned the world nobles run the world. He's too high and mighty for anything to happen to him, how you wished for his arrogance to be his down fall... You feared it would never happen. As if Karma might skip him because of his worldly status.

However you would had already grown accustomed to all of it, this was normal. It's just the life of a slave.

1173 words.

I haven't had a lot of time to write lately things have been Hetic, and it shows no signs of getting better since the holidays are coming up and I'll be back and forth between my mom and dad's houses for the reminder of the holidays. I'll try to update, when ever I have time, though.