Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. I have no money and I don't make any with this.
Warnings: violence, torture, (later) rape, child abuse, death
Glimpses of Lucci's past. Where he came from, how he got to be the way he is.
Words
The blow he received send him flying across the room, hitting the wall.
The man was shouting at him, harsh words in this strange language he hadn't learned to fully comprehend yet leaving his mouth. Four-year-old Rob Lucci tried to lift his arms and protect his face when the kick hit him, but not only did it break his jaw, but one of his arms as well. He screamed.
„Never use this filthy language of yours ever again, you bastard."
He felt the blood dwelling in his mouth, flowing round the ringing teeth.
„You're just like that whore, but I won't let you get away with it. Not this time."
Maybe he should have known better than to look up to his master as he talked about the woman who gave birth to him, but still he did. He met a face, filled with rage and disgust.
The blood was running past his already cut lips, down his chin and on the floor. When the next kick came he didn't manage to scream anymore, though the pain was overwhelming as the hard boot smashed through his already broken jaw.
„And don't you ever dare to give me that damn look again."