You know when I found out I was in the one piece world I couldn't wait to start my journey, sail alongside my Nakama, I couldn't wait to write about my journey and to publish it when we reach the end of it. But now... I've lost all hope in it. I've been in this world 10 years and it's been the best years of my life, but it's not my life anymore.

I'm someone's property now. I'm owned by Saint Rosward one of the World Nobles. That day my home was attacked I lost everything, my family, my home and my freedom. I was branded the next day on my right forearm with the mark of a slave to the world nobles.

From that day on I was imprisoned, I was tortured day after day. I was whipped, cut, punched and kicked... Even raped...

I still fought, any time someone opened my cell I raised my fists. Even though my body shook from lack of food and lack of blood I swang and swung until I was restrained and tortured some more.

It took them four months to tell my master about it and once he heard about it, I was put in death matches. I was fed more often so that was a plus, my shackles were removed and replaced with golden cuffs around each wrist that would explode if one chose. My master through me in a match against an ex-pirate captain. He wore a black bandana around his head and wielded two short swords in each hand.

He looked at me with pity in his eyes as I looked at him with a scared but determined look. If I won I won't have to die, I might have a chance to get my freedom back. But I have to kill someone.

"What's your name kid." The pirate said to me with a slight whisper in his voice.

"A..Allen." I can't reveal my last name, nobody can know about it. I'm not sure if my master knows I'm a Kenward or a D but if he doesn't I don't want to give him more of a reason to kill me.

"I'm John. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to rough you up. I won't kill you." He gave me a small smile as he dropped his swords and charged at me with his fists.

Using my instinct I raise my arms to block the attack, it hurt so fucking much but not as much as the torture I already went through.

I pull back my fist and when John got in close again I punched him in his knee. Which was a bit dirty but it was one of the only places I could reach that would do some damage to him.

"heh not bad for a kid." he laughs with fake amusement in his voice as he kicks me across the face knocking me down and as my conciseness slowly fades I hear.

"I win!" John shouts out to the crowd as they cheer for blood. For my death.

"Kill him scum." A voice shouts out to him.

"I apologize master but the kid is out cold, I do not wish to kill an opponent who cannot defend themselves. If I meet him in the ring again I shall do so without hesitation."

And with that, I'm out cold.

I was returned to a new cell which had a surprising new occupant.

"Hey, kid." The voice says to me from a dark corner of the tiny cell.

"John? Why did you help me?" my voice hoarse from lack of water.

"You're only a kid, don't particularly want to kill a kid. Plus you remind me of my son." he gained a distant look to his eyes. He seemed to still be in control of himself and not broken by these bastards yet.

"How old is your son ?" I ask to try and start a conversation.

"10, 11 hell he could be 12 for all I know. I've lost all sense of time being stuck in this hell hole. He was only 5 when I was caught. Poor boy, he's probably all by himself now. I was going on one last adventure with my crew before settling down for good. I wanted to settle down and be a father to that boy, be a good father and not a good for nothing pirate. Sure being a pirate is great but it's dangerous and I didn't want my son to get caught up in it."

Tears stream down his face after talking about his son.

I sit there in silence unsure of what to say to a man like this. I was never good at talking to people in the first place.

"What is his name?"

"Silver."

"No that's a colour, what's his name," I say with a slight smile on my face.

"Haha, Silvers his name boy. He would like you," he says as he wipes a small tear from his eye and pats my head softly.

I flinch away on impulse.

We spent a while just talking about his son until I passed out from tiredness, dreaming of an actually good dream. A dream of me standing on the figurehead of my own ship with 11 shadows behind me and a jolly roger flying behind me.

A book surrounded by a broken chain with a skull on the cover of the book, the skull has a black bandanna around its mouth.

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(Sometime later.) A year.

"Allen, here I want to give this to you." John's blood-covered body is lying before me in the arena.

I walk over to him with no emotion shown, my eyes do the same as they seem to have turned pitch black.

"This bandanna has always been with me throughout my journey, from north blue to the new world. Heh, it's my namesake. The black band pirates. It's yours now. Live on, get out of this place. Don't let them break you." I watch in silence as the life drains from his eyes and tears well up in mine. I've killed many people in the past year or so and every one of them I didn't care about. Sure it haunts me at times but I want to get out of here and the first step to doing that is to survive.

I stand up with the bloodied black bandana in my hand as I rise to my feet and hold it up for the crowd to see.

"I win,"I whisper out to myself, as I walk back to my cell. Leaving the body of my father behind me.

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(Another year later)

"I SAID TO THROW THE MATCH, YOU DIRTY SLAVE." I was smacked across the face by my master. I was chained to the ceiling with my arms in the air. He was hitting me over and over again because I won a match he wanted me to lose.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY YOU COST ME!" he gets handed a hot poker and dug it into my back.

I gritted my teeth, not letting out a single sound. I channel my hidden anger as my eyes glow red.

Thanks to my powers the heat becomes a little less painful. With my powers the stronger the emotion I can use certain elements. Anger=fire. The angrier I am the less I'm affected by fire or heat in general. And I can produce it to some degree.

"I SHOULD JUST KILL YOU RIGHT NOW." I look up at him with a glare, my eyes burning red with anger. Daring him to just try and kill me. These sea stone cuffs have no effect on me, I'm not a devil fruit user. And I can create a construct with my power which can kill him. I can do this anytime I want, but I can't, not if I want to get out of here alive.

"But today is your lucky day, scum. My daughter has gotten sick of her own personal slave and is in need of a new one. And being the loving father I am I will be gifting you to her." I despise how he can say that as if its nothing, how can someone think of a human as something to give to someone else.

"Yes, master. Thank you, master," I say with sarcasm thick in my voice. The idiot didn't even notice it.

Saint Shalulia is my new master now. On the plus side, I'm no longer in death matches. On the downside, I am now a sex slave.

"My father knows me so well, he must love me so to give me one of his most capable fighters. Tell me boy what is your name." She says while slowly removing my rags.

"Allen, master." I don't move as he reaches down to remove the rope I use as a belt.

"So Allen, how long have you been a slave."

"I have lost track, Master. I believe it is two or three years." I say in all honesty.

"Have you ever had to do this kind of job before." She asks as she calls in another slave who is holding a bucket of hot water and a sponge in it. It's being carried by a young girl who somehow seems familiar.

"I don't know what kind of job you mean master." I do but I want her to think of me as stupid, it makes them pleased to know I'm below them. Makes the punishments less painful.

The young girl stops near me, her face flushes red as I catch her staring at my exposed body.

"Ah Boa, please give young Allen here a wash for me. He needs to be cleaned properly."

NO FUCKING WAY! BOA FUCKING HANCOCK.

"Yes master," she says in a neutral voice.

"Now Allen, the job I meant is to pleasure. Have you ever had to pleasure another saint here? Or is this your first time to ever pleasure someone."

"It's my first-time master, but when I first got here the guards of my cell used me to pleasure themselves." I feel bile rise up my throat remembering that particular memory. I catch Hancocks look of pity and understanding.

"Excellent, I do love to train young boys such as yourself and to make you into men. My men." She says as a hand goes down her pants and moves around a lot.

Is she seriously fingering herself right now? This woman needs help.

My friend awakens at the sight of this, not that I want it too.

"Oh someone seems to have gotten excited over this. " I get embarrassed but I crush that feeling down, beside me Hancock seems to grow even redder.

"My apologize Master. I didn't mean for this to happen." I hate this act. But it needs to be done.

"Oh don't apologize. Not many can resist themselves before my beauty."

It is so hard not to laugh at that. This woman seriously thinks she's beautiful?

"Boa dear please clean Allen up properly and deal with his 'big' problem. Once you're done Allen come to my chambers and I will train you in." An evil smirk crosses her face as she turns around and walks away.

Fuck, my first day with a new owner and this happens.

"Um," Hancock speaks up but stops herself in embarrassment.

"You don't have to, I'll clean myself up and relieve me. I won't make you do it." I say with a smile on my face.

"No I've been ordered to it by our master, I must or else I'll get punished." She says as she nods her head towards a surveillance Den Den Mushi in the corner of the room.

"Sorry," I whisper to her as she gets on her knees in front of me.

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So not the greatest meeting between us, I didn't want my first impression with a future warlord to be like that. Hancock wasn't my favorite character from one piece but after I found out she was a slave I admired her for her strength.

Later that day, after my training I was sent back to my cell. And guess who was my roomie. No not John he's dead, it was Hancock. I couldn't even look her in the eyes.

"Hi," she says meekly.

"Hi. Sorry, I didn't realize we were being watched. I hope you didn't get punished." I actually felt so bad for what she had to do. I'll admit it did feel great and I felt so guilty about her being made do that.

"It's ok."

"I'm Allen. What's your name?" I offer my hand to her as a friendly gesture.

"Boa, Boa Hancock."

"Hancock huh? Nice name." we sit there in silence for a while only interrupted when a tray of food is brought in to us.

Two loaves of stale looking bread and two apples. That's actually more than I would eat in a week.

Hancock rushes over and quickly grabs one of each and gives me a warning look.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your food. The apples look fresh, do you want both of them and I'll take the stale bread?" I offer to her and considering she's almost finished the apple I think she prefers them.

"Don't you want the apple?" She looks confused.

"Yeah but I haven't had a piece of fruit in years, I have a feeling it won't agree with me very well." She just nods her head and tosses me both loads.

"Thanks." I slowly tuck into one loaf, eating maybe a quarter of one by she was finished both apples.

*GRRR~*

She blushed with embarrassment as her stomach growls for more food.

"Here catch." I toss her the other loaf that I haven't eaten yet.

"Are you sure? This is too much!" A look of shock was written all over her face at my action.

"Yeah, honestly I haven't eaten this much in a while. This is enough for me" I give her a smile, as I take one more bite from my bread and stow it away under my pillow for later.

She smiles warmly and slowly eats the bread I gave her, the better loaf.

She's just a kid mentally, while I'm in like my 20's nearly 30's she needs it more than me. She needs someone who is willing to care for her in this hellhole.

"Thank you, Allen." She gives me a smile for the kindness I've shown her.

I wasn't lying about it being enough food for me. I have made that much food last a week before. But part of me hates me for passing up the food.

"Hey, Allen? How long have you been in here for?" She says as she wraps herself up in her rag blanket.

"About two years... Maybe more. You?"

"Three... I and my sisters were all together for a while but I haven't seen them in months.." She gains a sad look in her eyes.

"I'm sure they're ok," I say, I know they are not considering their slaves. But they do survive.

"So what do you to pass the time in here? " I ask my fellow slave.

"In the cell?" I give her a nod. " Sleep usually, or I try thinking up things with my devil fruit."

"You have a devil fruit?"

"Yeah my previous master forced me to eat it for amusement, he wanted to see what it would do. It's the Mero Mero no Mi. "

"Ah, the Mero Mero no mi, or the Love Love fruit. Turns those who are attracted to the user or those with dirty thoughts around the user to be turned to stone." I spout out from memory, I learned about a lot of devil fruits from my past life.

"How'd you know!" She raises her voice in surprise.

"I know about lots of devil fruits and their powers. Your fruit can be stopped if the person your trying to turn to stone is ignorant to your beauty or if they block it out with fear or pain." I won't be turned to stone thanks to my power and my control over my emotions.

"Wow, I didn't know that. "

"You do know. So don't get too cocky, chances are if you're fighting an opponent who is really stupid they won't be attracted to you or if they swing the other way." I get a soft laugh out of her.

"Thanks, Allen."

"Any time."

We sit in silence for a while until we are told to go to sleep.

(Another year later)

If my memory is correct fisher tiger should be attacking soon which means freedom for the slaves.

I linger in my thoughts as I am currently pleasuring my master with my mouth and my tongue. Over the past year I have become an expert in pleasuring her, I know all her spots and I purposely avoid them at times if she's being annoying. It brought up memories from my past life, memories of the girlfriend I assumed was a dream. I'm still convinced she was imaginary. Like, come on I doubt I can make a girl squirt four times in a row.

I finish up with my master and I rise to my feet getting ready to go back to my cell like she usually gets me to do.

"Wait, Allen..." Her face begins turning red. "Can you stay with me tonight?"

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Wait...what?!

"Excuse me, master? I apologize I don't think I heard you right."

"Can you please stay with me tonight," she said please... My master a world noble said please.

"Um... Of course master." I say out of shock.

"YAY.." She lifts up the covers and pats the mattress beside her.

Is she offering me her bed? Wtf is happening.

"Are you sure master? I am unworthy to share a bed with someone of your beauty and status." Wow laying that praise out thick, in all honesty, I don't want to do this.

"I'm sure."

I get in the bed and she cuddles into me.

She fucking cuddles me like I'm her boyfriend. What the fuck is happening.

"May I ask my you want me to stay with you tonight master?"

"Because... I'm lonely." Shes lonely? That's why?

"Why me master? I'm sure many of the Nobel's would love to share the bed of someone as beautiful as you, would they not be better than me a mere slave." I say in my usual emotionless voice.

"No! I trust you not them!" I lose myself in my anger a bit here.

"You only trust me because my head will explode if I were to harm you and I would be tortured if I did something wrong."

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"I apologize, master, I didn't mean to speak such words."

"No its true." she gains a distant look to her. "It's my fault, I apologize for the treatment you have gone through but I have never once had you tortured since you've gotten here."

"If you will forgive me for speaking master but I have been tortured since I have become your property. It may not have been by you but the guards of the cells torture us slaves in your name. I assumed you have ordered them too."

It's the truth, not a day goes by without us being whipped or beaten.

"I did no such thing. I have been trying to be nice to my slaves, to give them decent meals and I never wanted to have them beaten. If they deserved punishment then they'll get it but none of you have." She sobs out.

I watch in shock as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"I apologize for making you cry, master. It was not my intention to make you upset and I thank you for trying to be a caring master."

She just holds onto me and pushes me down to the bed and cries into my shoulder falling asleep after a while.

Wow, a World Noble who cares, now I've seen it all.

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"Where were you yesterday?" Hancock says to me as I walk into our cell.

"Our Master wanted me to stay with her last night because she felt lonely." I snorted and so did Hancock.

"Wow, a god sharing the bed with a mere slave. That's as first."

"Ha! I know." We make idle talk for about an hour before there is a banging at our cells door.

"Allen? Boa?" Our master's voice was heard outside.

"Yes, master." We both say as we stand at the door.

The door swings open and two of the guards are standing there with something in their arms.

"I have brought you both proper bedding. A new soft pillow and a blanket each." We both look on in shock, I know she said she felt bad last night but damn.

"Thank you master" We bow our heads.

"No need, I had intended for you all to have these in the first place," she says with an angry look directed towards the two guards.

"Now that would be all, good night you two I will see you tomorrow." She says as she walks out the door.

"What"

"The"

"Fuck"

We and Hancock say at the same time, both of us shocked beyond belief.

"What did you do to her last night?!"

"Nothing she just fell asleep crying on my shoulder and that was it."

We talk for another while longer, Hancock reading a book in her bed and me writing a story in my notebook.

I found out that with my power if I force myself to feel nothing I can store things in an inventory of sorts. Its where my jacket and bo staff are that I got from my mother. I used this to steal books for us to read and I got myself a notebook and pens.

I use it to pass the time by writing stories which Hancock reads. I've written out what I remember from Fairy Tail. I loved that anime.

Anyway, it was well into the night when we were both falling asleep we heard explosions.

Fisher Tiger was here.

Authors note

Hey guys, hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make it as eventful as possible and trying not to make it into a lemon in some parts. I wasn't sure if people would want to read some lemon so I didn't write any, sure I hinted at it but never went into detail...

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and the story so far. I will do my best to post this as often as I can but again I need a beta so please if anyone is able to and if anyone wants to please pm me. OR if you want to brainstorm ideas with me for the story and want to suggest some ideas for it review it or pm me.