Zoro
Laugh, Roronoa
Bloodied feet slip and slide as he scrambles his way to freedom.
Where are you going, Roronoa?
The only light he sees is the glare from the wave of gold gaining on his heels.
No one's coming, Roronoa.
The gold-plated soldier charges out of the darkness.
Dance for me, Roronoa.
He uses whatever haki he can muster to push him off.
That's it, Roronoa.
He doesn't stop to see the soldier writhing on the floor in masochistic pleasure.
You're mine, Roronoa.
Weariness and fatigue shield his vision from the golden blade that runs him through in a heartbeat.
All mine, Roronoa.
He is ashamed to cry out in pain as haki-infused feat crush his ribcage.
That's better, Roronoa.
He's in too much pain to register being encased in molten gold as he's brought face to face with his captor.
Laugh, Roronoa.
If he can just hold out until his friends find him.
Laugh, Roronoa.
Golden tendrils caress the burnt flesh on his face.
Laugh, Roronoa.
His vision fades around the demented, green haired man clutching him like a prized doll.
Laugh, Roronoa.
He knows his friends are coming to find him.
Laugh, Roronoa.
If he can just hold out until his captain gets here.
Laugh, Roronoa.
If he can just hold out until Luffy gets here.
Laugh, Roronoa.
If he can just-
LAUGH, RORONOA.