Summary: They had lost everything. They had grown used to their bodies being sore, feeling disgusting, being helpless. They had been taken from their paths, and were now lost. And even if saved, could they find their way once more? The only thing that they had were each other.

Notes: This story contains rape, violence and torture, so if you don't like things like that, close this tab.

So, this is a slave AU featuring Zoro, Luffy and Sanji. Luffy is 15, turning 16, Sanji is 17, turning 18, and Zoro is 18. This is before the Straw Hat Pirates are created, and they meet each other as slaves.

And, the last thing. I have dysgraphia, which means I can't spell for shit, and I'm not a native English speaker, so if there is any spelling or grammar mistakes I apologize before hand.

Oh, and if I owed One Piece Ace wouldn't be dead and Sabo wouldn't have had Amnesia, so yeah.

Tomorrow it would be two years. That's how long he's been here. One year of torture, of helplessness, of- of that. It's weird. It feels like it's been an eternity since he entered this hell, but at the same time he can still remember his old life perfectly. He remembers the smell of cooking, can still feel the pain of a kick in his stomach, hear the laughs of chefs. If he closes his eyes, it's like nothing has changed. But many things have changed. He has dirtied his hands. He has kissed a man. He's wanted to hit a woman. He's not sure if the old man would ever let him in under the roof of the Bartie ever again if he knew how much he's changed.

"Oi, dart-brow, are you still here?"

Sanji's eyes opened as he was snapped away from his thoughts. In the corner of his eye, he saw Zoro looking at him. Luffy was dozing in between them.

"Yeah" He would kill for a smoke right about now.

"Fuck. Thought that you'd finally kicked the bucket," Zoro rasped. "Got my hopes up and everything"

Sanji rolled his eyes. Usually he would reply with some witty comment, but today he felt held back by something. Probably the aching pain radiating in his lower back. Yeah, most likely that. Their so called "Master" had been in a very excited mood this evening, which was never a good thing. Usually he would have Sanji and Zoro as tops and Luffy's as the bottom, but tonight he had wanted Sanji to be both. A year ago Sanji would have fought until he couldn't stand before he would be in such a position, but, as he already established, many things have changed. He may have pride, but he still didn't want to die of endless torture because of it.

Sanji, tired after everything that happened today, tried to curl up under the covers to go to sleep, but stopped when pure agony seared through him. A whimper, a fucking whimper, escaped him before he could stop it. He didn't have time to even curse before Luffy jerked awake and turned to him with lightning speed.

The fifteen year old scanned Sanji's body for injuries, but finding nothing but the usual scratches and teeth marks, he stared into Sanji's eyes, tilting his head to the side with a worried look.

"Sanji?" His voice was raspy, quiet, nearly inaudible. He looked close to panic.

Sanji forced a smile.

"I'm fine, cookie. Go back to sleep." Yeah, that was a lie, but Luffy needed to sleep. Tomorrow would be more taxing than normal, especially for Luffy, and sleep is the only thing he, any of them, can do to prepare himself.

Luffy kept staring at him a little longer, before the worried look eased up just a tiny bit. He glanced behind him at Zoro giving him the same look as he'd just given Sanji.

"I'm fine, cap'"

Luffy nodded before he once again laid down, letting exhaustion take over him. Soon snores filled the small room. When he was sure Luffy was asleep, Zoro glared up at Sanji with an accusing look. Sanji gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"What?", Sanji hissed. "You weren't exactly gentle, you know"

"I didn't really have a choice," Zoro growled, clenching his fists. His eyes held both rage and helplessness, a look Sanji was too familiar with. He himself would have it when he would be forced to- to...

Sanji sighed as all the fight left him. It was true. The three of them had as much choice in this as food have of not going bad over time. They were the "Master's" toys, after all. They were there to do anything that rotten man wanted, and if that was gentle kissing or BDSM, they didn't have a say in the matter. The "Master" would enter the room, tell them what he wanted them to do, jerk off while he watched, and then leave when he was finished. If they went against him, they would be punished.

The punishments were different for the three of them. They had the punishment that would best suite them, for lack of better term.

Sanji would be chained to a chair and be starved. With food in front him. Just. Out. Of. Reach.

Luffy would be locked in a completely empty room for days on end, with no food, no light and no other people. Completely alone.

Zoro never told them what they would do to him, but every time he came back to their room, blood would be running down his thighs. Sanji and Luffy never commented on it.

The "Master" never touched them, and that was probably the only good thing in this hellhole. In his eyes, they were trash, and he would be forever tainted if he let his Godly hands touch their disgusting skin. Yeah, right. If someone was disgusting, it would be him.

"Sorry. I, I'm just tired," Sanji mumbled defeatedly. He really wanted a smoke.

"Yeah, me too," Zoro exhaled putting his head in his hands. They were slightly shaking.

Tomorrow would be a new day. A new day of torture, of pain, of agony, trying desperately not to give up hope, not letting go of their dreams. Plus, tomorrow was the "Master's" birthday, which meant being paraded around the city, covered in jewels and silk, while normal people bowed while watching with pity. Later there would be food and drink. Luffy, or "Angel" as their "Master" had named him, would be the star attraction, being forced to sit at the pig's feet while other world nobles cooed at him. All the while Zoro and Sanji would fight against the want to rip those things apart. How dare they touch Luffy? How dare they?

Sanji shakily exhaled. Why? Why do they have to live like this? What did they do that was so terrible that they deserve a punishment like this? What had he done? What had Zoro done? What had Luffy done? A sob escaped him. Why did he even-

"To be the greatest swordsman," Zoro murmured, cutting Sanji off. He stared at the man opposite of him with shock, tears running down his cheeks. When all of this started, when the three of them had been delivered two years ago as a birthday present for the "Master", they would do this every night before going to sleep. If just to give them a small boost of hope, a little more energy to keep on fighting. When did they stop? Why did they stop?

"To find All Blue," Sanji whispered, barely able to force it out. But, as he did, he felt how the knot inside of him loosened, how it was a bit easier to breath. Thinking of that ocean, the same one that he'd think of to calm down when he'd been forced to wear the iron mask, when he'd starved, when he'd have nightmares, calmed him down faster than anything else could.

"To become the Pirate King" The soft voice of their unofficial captain mumbled, startling them. Looking down at the small boy, they saw that he was awake, staring at them, a small smile on his lips. Luffy had been the one to start their little tradition. Before the spark in his eyes had dimmed, when their captain was full of fighting spirit and optimism, before their "Master" had done that to him, they remember Luffy smiling at them, telling them that he would be the Pirate King, that he, Sanji and Zoro would be pirates together, promising that he would protect them. And he had, and it had broken him.

"Didn't I tell you to go to sleep, cupcake?", Sanji smiled, letting his fingers comb through the boy's shoulder long hair.

Luffy stuck out his tongue in reply, before he reached out and pulled the two older boys to his side, letting the two curl up around him. Cuddled up together, warm and safe, the three sex slaves fell asleep, wishing for a better day tomorrow.

What they didn't know was that, for the first time since their imprisonment, their wish would be fulfilled.