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Trafalgar Law and his crew took their seats in the auction house. He always chose to sit by the door opposite of the stage, high above everyone else and in the corner. He glanced around but didn't see anyone he knew. Luckily the Celestial Dragons weren't going to show up today.
Half way through the show, Law was bored and unimpressed. The auction house always saved the best for last and right now, Law wished they would skip to the good part. Just as he was about to give up, he saw her. She was an absolutely beautiful girl with shiny long sky blue hair, big brown eyes and pale perfect skin. Her slave clothes did her no justice. Law wanted her. Even if it was to just give her some cute clothes to wear. Mezmorized by her beauty and consumed by his lust, Law hadn't even realized the bidding had comensed. He snapped himself out of it. He didn't know what the bid was at so he threw out some crazy high bidding number. He didn't care she was worth it.
Everyone's attention was turned to Law, but the only pair of eyes Law cared about were the big brown ones on stage. She looked up at him in surprise and fear. He gave her a big wicked smirk. And without anyone else able to match or surpass his bid, she was his.
The girl was brought up to him and since he knew he wasn't interested in anything else Law and his crew left the auction house, his treasure walking behind him on the other end of the chain he was holding. The girl looked down at her handcuffs solemnly. She was past tears. The first month of slavery was the denial stage for her, but after the third month she accepted it and told herself she would try and make the best of her new life.
She wasn't walking fast enough for Law's taste. He turned around to face her. She didn't notice he stopped and continued walking until she bumped into him. She gasped and blushed losing her balance as she stumbled backwards. He put his hand on her back to support her. She looked up at him wide-eyed, hoping she didn't do something wrong already. He looked down at her, she came up to his chest and it almost made Law want to laugh. She looked so weak and a bit malnourished. Law took the key to her handcuffs out of his pocket. He grabbed the handcuffs, touching them made him feel weird, weak, he felt himself losing his powers. He ripped his hand away from the cuffs like he had just touched a hot stove. She was wearing sea prism handcuffs. He wondered if it was because she had devil fruit powers or because the auction house took extra precautions.
He returned the key to his pocket and grabbed the end of the chain again. She looked up at him quizzically. He glared at her and she dropped her head, looking at the ground. He pulled on her chain hard and she fast walked behind him. She made a note to herself to try her best not to make her new master angry. She wondered why he suddenly had second thoughts about taking off her handcuffs. There's no way he could have already figured out she had devil fruit powers, right? She hoped this wouldn't make her treatment any different.
She didn't look up again until she stepped onto his submarine ship. She looked around curiously. She noticed the pirate symbol on the ship. She was a slave to a pirate captain.
"What's your name slave?" Law asked. "Miku," the girl replied softly. Law introduced himself and his crew, "I'm the captain of the heart pirates Trafalgar Law, but you will call me Master." Miku nodded, "Yes Master."
Law opened a door and she followed him inside. The hall was colorless and dark, lit only but a few lights on the walls, but her eyes adjusted quickly. They pasted 4 or 5 rooms. Some of the rooms she could tell right away what they were used for, like the kitchen. But there were rooms with jars filled with floating objects and this one room with a chair with straps to hold someone down and all kinds of devices. Miku didn't want to ever have to know what those rooms were for or what those devices did.
Finally, the two stopped at a room. Law opened the door and pointed for Miku to go inside. It was a small room with a bed, a table, a chair and a dresser. Law opened the dresser and handed Miku clothes then he accepted a plate of food from a member of his crew outside the door, he put the plate of food on the table. Law took the key out of his pocket and unlocked Miku's handcuffs, being careful not to touch them. Miku felt better already.
"Eat, you're going to need your strength for what I'm going to put you through." Law said. Miku's hunger out-weighted her fear. She sat down at the table and ate her food quickly. She couldn't remember the last time she had a warm meal and she hadn't eaten anything in a while. Law watched her eat patiently. "Don't forget about the clothes." He reminded her. Miku looked at the clothes on the bed. There wasn't much to them. They left very little to the imagination.
Miku got up from the table after finishing her food and walked two steps to the bed. She held up some very short shorts and looked over at Law. "Don't look," she blushed. Law smirked, "I bought you, I can do whatever I want." Miku's heart raced. She got dressed as quickly as she could, turning away from Law. There was a mirror over the dresser. It looked like her breasts would fall out of her small black bandeau top at any moment. She pulled up at the top just to see the bottom of her breasts showing. Law smiled, very pleased with the outcome, "Make sure that top stays on, because if my crew sees that, they might not be able to contain themselves." He mocked her. Miku blushed and glared at Law.
"Give me a cover up!" She ordered. Law sighed, "fine," he opened the dresser and pulled out a black cover up. She took it from him and put it on. It barely covered her bottom but at least her breasts weren't showing. Miku smiled at Law, content with her outfit. "You won't need that for very long, your training starts soon. If you're going to stay on this ship, you need training."
Miku almost laughed, 'if she was going to stay on this ship'? He said it like it was an option, no, an honor to be here. She was a slave, she had no choice but to be here. "What kind of training Master?" She asked. "You will see," Law smiled. Law told Miku to follow him and they went down the same hall they came through earlier. Law stopped at the room with the chair. Miku's heart sank and her stomach started doing summer salts. "Sit down and take off the cover up," Law order. Miku whimpered but obeyed.
Law started fastening the straps on the chair. "How is this training me?" Miku protested. "When you speak to me, address me as Master," Law said. "How is this training me, Master?" Miku repeated. "I want to train you both mentally and physically. Inside and outside." Law said seductively stroking her midriff. Miku squirmed.