Author Note

Hey, the next update is here. So great. A ton of questions left unasked in the last chapter. Who is Katie? What has she got to do with everything? What's the Apocalypse? Basically what the hell happened to Rose?

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This time I'll be crediting poisonlilz, once again, thanks for your wonderful comments. I'm glad you love my story enough to review every chapter. You're awesome thanks for your support.

As well as kiwiuchi, who also reviewed once again. Kiwiuchi, has also been asking a few questions about what happened in the last chapter, so hopefully if there was any confusion, then that'll all be cleared up this chapter.

Speaking of the last chapter, it was quite a long one in my opinion. I usually like to have them a decent size, about 1500, otherwise they may seem a bit long winded, and the readers might lose interest. I'd absolutely hate that if they did. So I'll continue to do my best. But when you think about it, my Author Notes and all the other bits that have to be put in and have nothing to do with the story; they take up quite a lot of the word count. Disclaimer time, yet again.

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda, Toei and Funimation. I own nothing but Rose, and all other OC's unless I've stated their creator's name in my Author Note or End Note. (It's usually the Author Note.) Weapons made by Rose belong to me, unless stated or you can tell the obviously don't belong to me; because do I really look like I created the gun or the bomb, I suck at chemistry. Also any plot not relevant or in any way related to the One Piece story line is mine, unless someone inputted their awesome idea.

So with that sorted, let's start the story before you all coming running at me with sharp things.

Normal POV

'Thoughts'

Foot notes

Flashbacks will be in 3rd POV and will be sectioned off

Previously:

However, I know it won't happen. This is my reality now. Just not for much longer.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Chapter 3

Slowly my eyes blink open, only to be greeted with the dimly lit room once again. Another week has passed, I've started to lose hope that somebody would find me. I know they're looking because I was heavily punished on my second day, or was it still the first. I couldn't tell you. The days are all a blur here as I have no way of telling whether it's night or day.

"Oi. Oi, wake up bitch." A nameless voice calls out to the sleeping figure against the wall. Smack. The sound echoes throughout the room and the offending hand returns to its owner. Hisses of pain soon follow as the still body is suddenly animated once again, flying into the wall it previously rested against, then slumping down to the floor. Eyes burst open, dazed, impulsively seeking out the person whom caused the sudden pain.

The man yanked the girl back up by her white hair, twisting his fingers deep into it, aiming to cause more pain. His efforts were rewarded with more hisses of both anger and pain. Red eyes glow ominously in the dark, searching for the others she knows are there. Her blurry gaze locks on the people descending the stairs, the click clack of heels on wood alerting her to Her presence.

"What is the meaning of this? Huh, Rose. Why are they assuming you're kidnapped and not simply missing or dead?" Angry and distressed by the tone of his voice and posture. Hope fills hers.

"Really?" The answer was a mistake she would pay for dearly.

"Do you hear that? She already knows they're looking for her. Now why is that, my dear Rose? Care to enlighten us?" Malicious intent and the promise of pain is evident in the atmosphere surrounding him.

Sighs break the silence the reverie brought on. Still no-one had come to rescue me. I mean, why would they? I'm just a normal girl who's been kidnapped to the general public. My parents don't know what I can really do, and my contacts in the government only know me by my alias, they've never seen my face. So who's really going to try to find me? No-one. It was as simple as that.

A sudden coughing fit erupted from my chest, blood dribbling down my chin. My chest felt like it was on fire, most likely due to my cracked ribs. Constantly being beaten does that to your body. Who could have guessed?

I rested my back against the wall only to wince as the whip marks flare up in pain. A couple of the newer wounds bathe my back in a fresh coating of blood. I was unable to contain the shivers it invoked, the warm blood a stark contrast to my cold and emaciated skin. The constant blood loss was turning my normal pale skin a ghostly white, my hair greasy from the lack of washing held a dirty and greyish tinge to its previous white, whilst my red eyes had dulled they were the only colour on my body apart from the crusted blood covering nearly every inch of visible skin, and even the bits hidden by the scanty pieces of cloth that are ripped to shreds.

"How do you like that bitch? Huh." The man laughed as he slashed at her with a carving knife, its serrated edge leaving deep groves in the skin, blood bubbling to the surface. But he soon stopped as no screams erupted from her. Not a sound. Anger burned in his eyes. 'How dare she not scream.' He thought.

Now furious he continued to slash at every available piece of flesh in the hopes of making her scream or plead for his mercy. But nothing disturbed the silence apart from his grunts of exertion.

She bites into her lips in the attempt to stifle her screams. It worked. Not a single blood curdling scream of the up most pain wrenched the air. Teeth stayed lodged in her lips, blood pouring from the self inflicted wound. Never would she give them the pleasure knowing they were hurting her. Each cut, her resolve strengthened, willing her to hold the secret inside.

"Damn you. You're a stubborn cow, I'll give you that. Just tell me where the files for the Apocalypse are then all the pain will stop." She raised her head to peer up at him. Looking him straight in the eyes she spat the blood that was building up in her mouth directly into them.

"Fuck you asshole. I don't know anything about the Apocalypse except for what the movies say. The end of the world. Just wait till 2012; I hear that's when it's supposed to happen." Smirking in triumph. The man was all brawn and no brains. Unfortunately her small victory was short lived. A swift punch to the chest proved that. Definitely the guy with all the muscle. More blood flew from her mouth as she gasped and wretched to breath in air. The pain she'd previously ignored flared up in the attacked area, she could tell just from the throbbing that there'd at least be bruises, and that'd be all if she was lucky.

"Insolent bitch! You think you're so funny, don't you. I think it's about time I show you your place here." A lustful look appeared in his eyes again. 'Just like the first day' she thought.

Footsteps overhead catapulted me back into reality. I felt myself tensing up, waiting for them to descend the stairs again. It had become a ritual almost. They would ask me questions on the Apocalypse, I would deny knowing anything about them, they beat me, I still stay quiet, and then it just repeats until they get bored. For the next day to come rolling round and it starts all over again.

I lean my head back against the wall, letting myself relax as they pass by. Memories continue to assail me, and no longer having the strength to push them back, I drift back into them.

Like a predator he stalks towards her, eyeing her up, his prey. Muscles tensing, ready to pounce. Leering at her, eyes roving over all the exposed flesh thanks to him unintentionally cutting up her clothes as he slashed her body in rage.

As he licks his lips, she knows what is to come, but she lies there, chained, and powerless, unable to stop him. She could scream, but who would come running to her rescue. They would probably all be laughing at her, saying how she had finally cracked. Now they could rule the world and cause the mass destruction only the Apocalypse could provide for them.

He was slowly advancing on her, gauging her reaction, or just wondering how best to make her scream. However his patience seemed to have run out and he was ready to jump her. Obviously, whatever he'd been thinking about had aroused him sufficiently; it was creating a tent out of his trousers.

She didn't know what to do, it's not like there was much she could do in the first place, she was chained to a wall. Thrashing about would cause the chains to dig into her wrists, and the wounds hurt enough as it is. It seemed the only thing she could do was grit her teeth and deal with it. Her virginity would be stolen from her, as would her dignity and all power she'd assumed she'd had.

He was right in front of her now. Staring down hungrily. Hoisting her up to her feet, the chains tugging, restricting her movements. Now it would be even more difficult to struggle. 'She may not be able to stop him raping her, but she sure as hell was not going to just let him do it without putting up some sort of fight.' She thought.

Already, he was pushing down what was left of her trousers, then onto working down her girl boxers. Once they were free he began working on freeing himself of his own. Reaching into his pocket he produced a small square packet. 'A condom. Oh, thank god. I could never live with myself if I brought such an imbecile's child into the world.' She thought, mentally sighing in relief.

It was soon cut short as he slammed right into her, forcing her against the wall. In the time she'd spent mentally talking to herself he'd put the condom on and had positioned himself to enter. Even more pain burst to life inside her as he ripped through her barrier. The previous pain paling in comparison to this.

She began to thrash about, clawing at his back, desperately trying to force him out of her. But all to no avail. He was already well into it, thrusting into her with a frenzied pace. Pulling out and driving himself further in each time.

His grunts and groans sounded in her ears. He was enjoying this. The pleasure and the pain he was giving her, two warring emotions, but her pride won out. No moan or groan, hiss or scream, would leave her mouth. Tears streamed from her eyes as she suffered in silence. 'It'll all be over soon. Don't worry.' Was continually chanting in her head, boosting her morale.

Eventually he finished, screaming out his pleasure, whilst she tore her lips to shreds to stop hers. Pathetic and weak, he left her hanging, re-donning his and her trousers. Running footsteps could be heard coming down the hall and stairs, everyone emerging in the room to witness her final act of humiliation for the day.

"That wasn't so hard was it now? Always remember your place whore." He said smirking as he left the room. All of them looking at her bleeding frame as it just hung there, limp as a rag doll, finally broken. One by one they left, until finally only Katie and herself where left. A smug smile on her face, she walked forward and stopped right in front of her.

"Oh, poor Rose, she's just been raped, whatever shall we do. I know let's kick her while she's down." A knee struck her chest, the wind knocked right out of her, resounding cracks were heard, but Katie didn't let up. The first attack was followed soon after by a front kick to the face. Again the sound of cracking was heard. Dragging her up by her hair, Rose was now eyes level with Katie. Blood gushing from her nose and mouth, as well as the newly formed cut across her cheek.

"Enjoy. There's plenty more to come." Was the last thing she heard before Katie exited the room. Finally alone, she let unconsciousness claim her.

Gritting my teeth in frustration. I would have my revenge for this. Katie was right though, there was plenty more to come, they came every other day to rape me, but every day to beat me. Damn them all. I'll personally drag them all down to Hell for this. But I'd make Katie suffer the most. That betraying bitch was my best friend and partner, how could she do this to me?

And how did she even know about the Apocalypse: my most dangerous weapons. They didn't exist. All files and blueprints were destroyed; the same for the prototypes. Not a single copy on paper. So how did she find out?

End Note

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