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His intention of coming to this place had been pure. According to him, the pleasure house should be heaven. A place where the ladies would dance and entertain their clients. Sanji knew of the risks too. The unfair treatment of those geishas was not unknown, and people would be ready to take any chance given.
Sanji also knew he wasn’t like those people. To him, the ladies were something to be worshipped. Every woman should be respected and treated with infinite love. Perhaps that was also the reason why he found himself unable to pursue romance casually. A man with high morals must never break a woman’s heart. Sanji knew of it, and made it his principle.
What he couldn’t understand was the treatment he got in return. The question of why every woman he met didn’t like the attention. Zeff taught him the ways of a true gentleman, and Sanji took them to heart.
The first principle was to never kick a woman. A rule that was set from the age of dinosaurs. Sanji never liked to question this rule, but it seemed to bother him when his opponent was a lady. He also quickly learned that a woman who could fight was a dangerous creature. She wouldn’t spare her enemies, even if it was a gentleman who refused to kick ladies.
He was regretting choosing to act like a hero and come to the rescue. There was no victim here. Only him and the blood at his feet as he dangled from the ceiling. The mocking laughter and giggles sounded like ringing alarms, loud and dangerous. The room was shaking, raining down rocks and dust. Separated from his crew, he could hope for mercy from these people. He had yelled at them to let him go. He needed to go and help with the fight.
Zoro wouldn’t stop with the teasing and jabs if he ended up trapped here. They both already had their goals set, and Zoro was most possibly way ahead of him by now. Wasting any more time wasn’t a luxury he could afford anymore. He wanted to brag about his victories to the moss head after the battle. To meet him again and set sail together, knowing that they made it alive through another battle.
After escaping from here, he would go where he’s needed the most. Whether it be with Luffy, or fighting someone who stands in his way. He would be ready, but first, finding a way out of this situation was also concerning.
His head dangled from his neck, swaying as the blood dripped down his temple. With blurred vision, he could barely see the women laughing up at him. His wrist and legs were tied together, numb from the crushing pressure.
His head was poked by something soft, and he looked up.
“You’re handsome, do you know that?”
Her voice sounded soft, as if black maria was complimenting him genuinely. Anyone could have fallen for it, but Sanji refused to believe her anymore. All of her words were carefully woven traps. She wanted his vulnerability, just to strike at the right time.
Sanji stared at her with concealed anger. Her large finger gently poked at his face as her smile grew wider, baring her fangs.
He didn’t like that dark look. Her finger poked once more before applying pressure. His head lolled to one side as he closed his eyes.
“Are you ready to give up now?” she asked, getting closer, “or do you want some more punishment?”
A shiver ran down his entire body. The kicks and injuries from the previous beating had done their damage. It hurt to move his right arm as if bent in the wrong angle.
He opened his eyes and turned to look at the large woman. She tilted her head in one direction as the smoke escaped from her parted lips. Sanji narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
“I told you already. I won’t be your toy! Let me go! There’s somewhere I need to be!” he yelled at her, twisting his arms to get rid of the webs.
All the anger oozed out of him when the webs broke, freeing his body. His limp body fell. Sanji looked up at Maria with confusion but was met with a steel cold eyes. She had lost all of her charm in one second. All there was left was a spider who intended to hunt down its prey. Unfortunately, he was already in the middle of her web.
He hit the floor, pain flaring on his shoulder as he hissed. With some energy, he quickly picked himself from the ground, and took a step forward, intending to bolt on the second.
He never took another step. His eyes widened as he sensed sudden danger coming from behind. He turned his body, ready to dodge it.
The large fingers wrapped themselves around his arm, and on the next second, he felt something sharp stabbing into his neck. It retracted in the next moment, and he was left stumbling on his feet. He looked up with confusion and saw that some of the ladies were leaving the room, closing the curtains.
Only ten people remained in the hall, including Maria. Sanji wrapped his hand around his neck, blinking slowly as the sudden lethargy overcame his senses.
It felt like he was being paralyzed, numb to the control of his own body. His body swayed to one side, and then he was tilted towards the floor. Falling once more. This time, there was no one to save him.
He could feel his body hitting the floor and heard the sudden shrill laughter from the crowd around him. All the remaining ladies had gathered, looking down and smiling.
Sanji wanted to move away. To feel his arms and crawl if it meant he could escape. He must have tried to move because, in the next moment, he was being dragged away. Dragged into a dark room and the door closed behind him with a small click.
He genuinely tried to move and cursed the poison. His heart thudded loudly as someone kneeled next to him. He lolled his head to her side, looking with pleading eyes.
All he received was a sneer of disgustment. She moved her hands, but he couldn’t keep track of what she was doing. He did feel the cold press of air on his chest, and only then he realized he was naked from up to his torso. His shirt was torn apart, barely hanging on by threads.
His arms were pinned above his head next. His breaths came out in rushed pants. He wished for Zoro to burst through that door, even if it meant defeat for him. He wasn’t like the sneers, the curious looks on those faces. As if they were waiting for something to happen.
Sanji felt the slight brush of fingers on his waist, and they moved to wrap around his pants.
He panicked hard. The lost strength returned to his legs, but they were quickly tied up again. He bent his knees, trying to knock off those hands.
They didn’t stop. Instead, someone yelled to keep him down. The fabric tore from his waist. His chest rose with the gasps, his head thrashing from side to side. The drug had worked too well. He couldn’t fight back at all. His pants were discarded, and thrown into a corner.
“He looks miserable.” a lady spoke, the voice coming from his left side as her hands began to glide on his skin.
“Look at him.” another voice joined, “panting like a dog.”
“Wait till we ruin him. I bet he’ll be ready to give up after this.” the lady with the pink hair spoke, and Sanji felt his throat tighten up even more.
“S-stop.” he managed to utter one single word, hoping the torture would be over now.
His plea was met with loud laughs. They all moved at once.
Sanji wanted to wish that this was just a bad dream. In reality, women are supposed to be kind. They are loving, passionate, and never… evil. Sanji isn’t supposed to hurt a lady, and he’ll follow this principle forever.
It had backfired. He felt every single burning touch. The fingers pinched his chest and nipples. Some hands bruised his skin, while the others tried hard to make him bleed with nails.
In another reality, he was supposed to share his body with none other than Zoro. Sanji kept his love and body sacred, untouched for his lover. To know that no one had ever seen him like that. No hands had ever touched him like his will.
He remembered their secret kisses. He loved sleeping with Zoro, fully clothed but still snuggled close. The light kiss on his temple when he woke up. Those emotions were true.
It felt like a part of his died when a lady touched his private parts. Nothing felt good about it. Her long nails scratched him on the skin, and he hissed loudly.
“Someone shut him up.”
His head was yanked to one side, and a pair of lips attacked his mouth. The fangs bit into his lips, and then something slimly slowly made its way into his open mouth.
He was kissed against his will. Laid naked as some ladies explored his body without remorse. His nails dug into his palms as he struggled hard. The lips followed wherever he tilted his head, continuing kissing him. It was cold around him, but his whole body felt like it was on fire.
The next moments were blurred together. He was aware of some parts, while he lost unconscious in others. He would blink open his eyes to look up at at unfamiliar face. The pressure on his pelvis and abdomen told another story.
His body was rocked back and forth on the cold stone. At some point, someone deemed it entertaining to choke him, squeezing his throat as he struggled with the weight on him.
He was also aware that during his stay here, multiple women had been given the chance. The faces were blurred together as each took their pleasure. They didn’t stop at his cries. Never listened to his resisting body.
That night, he lost his virginity to a bunch of females in a dark room. His tears flowed down, disappearing into his hairline.
Sanji lost track of time. His body felt too sore.
He was jolted awake by the slap on his face. The harsh nails scratched his face as the fingers gripped his jaw. His head was yanked up, and he slowly opened his eyes. Maria stood above him. Her cruel smile was enough to bow his head and look away.
“Call Nico robin,” she spoke coldly.
He couldn’t give her a response. His face scrunched up in sudden pain as he felt cramping in his muscles. The drug was slowly wearing off. He could risk it all and run away. He could hide in some place safe and lick his wounds in privacy. Robin would be safe if he never had to call her. She’ll remain with the crew. Away from this hell.
“Do it, or else I can order my men to take care of you.” she hissed, glaring at him, “they won’t be as gentle as us, little prince.”
Sanji bowed his head, curling his body away from her. His silence was enough for an answer. He would rather die than have his crew see him like this. To expose them to such a danger is out of the question.
She clicked her tongue and then bowed her body towards him. He heard a humming tune from her lips, and he turned his head away, closing his eyes tightly.
He didn’t want to see her close to him. In fact, as the drug was wearing off, the waves of anger and disgust rolled inside him. Resentment at those females, and anger for being so stupid. He sensed her large hand coming towards him.
The room suddenly shook with tremors. The people around him slipped and fell with a cry. Maria’s hand retreated as she stumbled. Another explosion rang in the room, and then the door flew open.
“MARIA-SAN! There is an intruder in the hall!” a shrill voice rang in the air.
“What?” she asked.
He felt the air freeze in his lungs. Another person was trying to break in. With trembling hands and arms, he crawled away from the group, seeking an opening.
A hand wrapped around his ankle.
“ Let me go,” he spoke as he fixed his coldest glare on the lady behind him. She stuttered dramatically, and then her shaking hand released the grip.
He stood up silently, and then everything truly blurred together. He remembered losing his control. Everything felt like a threat to him, so he destroyed everything that came in his path to freedom. The fire rose high around him. He couldn’t feel the heat from it either.
With stumbling feet, he ran away from the pleasure house with a promise. Whatever had happened tonight, there was no way anyone could know. He would keep quiet, just like always.
This burden was his alone to bear.