REWRITTEN!
A big thanks to Mari alias Skriblerier, for Beta-reading this chapter^^
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Disappearing slowly from myself,
I don't know if I rather would die
Than stay alive…
Why does my mind only think about you?
When you're the one who stole
My life and my angel?
Please, let me die…
Please let me die from this world…!
4. Chapter
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Wishing for God to end it all
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Zoro looks deeply into his bottle of grog as he realizes that he must be rather drunk, since he can't stop thinking of that shitty cook, who left in a whirl storm of anger and disaster. A feeling that something about the whole picture was wrong. Of course the cook would never act like he did yesterday, because of a bit too much to drink. He just can't wrap his mind around what then could have done it. Drugs? The cook? Never! Emptying his twentieth bottle, Zoro stares at the twisted reflection of himself scowling back at him from the bottle, before standing and throwing the amount he owed the bartender. It's time to get back to the ship and get a good night of sleep. He wants no more than to forget this godforsaken island and its stupid memories. The pouring rain made his mood no better.
Grey rainclouds hid the moon, it was dark, almost black, the only source of light came from the few streetlamps down the main road. If someone hid in an alley, no one would be able to tell. Yawning, he stretches and stomps down the streets. It didn't take long before the ship is in sight. Well, that's weird. Wasn't the harbour further away? Either there's two harbours and they've moved the ship, or something is really wrong. Zoro scratches the back of his neck. Or maybe he's just putting too much into it. Damn it! That blondie must've infected him with something!
Yet, making it to a run to get in shelter as soon as possible, he can't shake that gnawing bad feeling off him that something is wrong.
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"Is he dead?"someone prods a foot to his head again. Sanji keeps his eyes close, hopes they'll buy their own stupidity and leave him for gods sake alone. He can't take anymore. Another kick hits him in the coccyx, hard, pulling a groan out of him. Shit.
"No, he's alive." Another one says amused.
"Waiki - waiki, little child~!" another kick, another slap in the face, a punch and a kick more, but he refuses to wake. They've got what they wanted, isn't that enough? "Time to open your pretty eyes, little fucker~!" A groan escapes his throat as the prods and kicks and slaps becomes harder, the noise scratching violently his throat.
"If you can't wake him, then let me handle it!"Someone suddenly grabs his manhood and squeezes it hard. Sanji's eyes immediately fly open, a choked gasp comes out. Blinking, he tries get the faces in front of him in focus, but squeezes them back shut as the hand strokes him faster. Moaning, his hips bucks up. 'Stop moving, damn it!' he internally screams at himself. He grabs the hand and glares at the person above him.
"Stop it…" he says, his voice hoarse. "you fucked up… piece of shit!"
The man smirks. "That's not what your body is telling us, am I right?" He strokes hard down and Sanji has to bite his lips to keep quiet, though his hips betrayed him again.
"Looks like he can move again?" a black-haired man says a bit worried.
"Nothing to worry about, Baldar. He has no strength in them," His hand gets slapped off, as if it was nothing but dust on the man's arm. Letting go of him, the man stands up, Sanji glares. The pouring rain and the darkness behind the man, makes him look more sinister as he smiles. "…none at all."
Baldar smirks and steps forward. "Well, then I guess it's my turn."
Sanji feels a sting of panic. Hadn't they all been through? Had he counted wrong at the beginning? Now knowing that he had got some of his strength back, he pushed away, trying to crawl away from them, ignoring the trembling pain. He could have screamed from the pain down there, from in there.
Baldar laughs, the others as well. "What a pathetic sight to behold."
"Fuck. Off!" He makes a move to kick him in the face, but the movement only fell fatal for himself, as it felt as if he was splitting in half. Baldar chuckles and forces him onto his back.
"I like it when there's some fight in them. It makes it even more… interesting."
"Sick, shit!" Sanji growls, bracing himself as he tries to kick him again. Baldar grabs his legs and pushes them all up to his chest, something tears inside of him, he gulps, jerks, but nothing more than that.
"You're horny as hell, you little slut." Baldar comments, sliding a sharp nail along his hard length. Sanji hisses, both liking and hating the touch. "I'm amazed that you've been able to hold this far."
"Fuck off!"
"No, fuck in!" Baldar pushes inside, hard and precise, hitting him dead on. Sanji lets out a raucous noise, grabbing the man's arms as they push both of his legs as far up as possible, and tries to push him away. "Heh! That could fucking hell shut your shitty mouth, hah?!"
Sanji gasps, the man's thrusts rocking his whole being. It hurt so much now that he felt sick, tears running down his heated cheeks. Everything hurt, especially inside of him, he didn't even feel the pleasure of the drug anymore.
It's hard to keep his cool, to not just give in and cry like the wreck he is. How much more could he take this? He's surprised that he has hold out this far. And when they were done with him, then what? Kill him if he wasn't already dead? Somehow, he hoped that be the result. For the first time in many years Sanji felt helpless and alone. No one would come and search for him, defiantly not after what he had done the previous day, drugs or no drugs, and because they knew that he normally could take care of himself in a battle. No one would ever know where to find him either, if they ever tried to look for him.
He's alone… and helpless.
It hurts to think like that, but it's nothing new. He'd been told numerous of times in his younger days how useless he was, and all those old and new feelings brewed into a venomously gas, depriving him from any hope. The pain almost equal to the pain inside of him, as he felt the fat man above him come inside of him with a heavy groan, and pulled out of him with a disgusting sound of pop. He could feel, not only the semen, but also his own blood seep out of him, mixing itself with the rainwater underneath him, as Baldar stepped aside and yet another man took his place.
Sanji closed his eyes, waiting, wishing for all of this to soon end, surviving it or not, he just wanted this nightmare to end.
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"Oooi! Zorooo! Huh? Where's Sanji?" Luffy crawls up and sits at the railing of the ship, his thin but powerful legs swinging underneath him like a twelve-year-old kid's. Tilting his head, he looks down at his first mate who comes back alone. Zoro stops and looks up at his strawhat-wearing captain, furrowed his brows.
"He's not here?" the swordsman calls back. The raven shakes his head, making the rain hitting his hat dance around him. "Shit." That bad feeling kept poking at his consciousness even more than before.
"Something wrong, Zoro?" the young captain ask.
"Yeah," Zoro says thoughtfully, and looks at his happy-go-captain who looks worried back. "We came up in a fight again… he left earlier, so I thought that he'd returned back to the ship."
"But that's normal for you two," the raven says, tilting his head to the other side.
"Ever since I left that tavern, I've had a feeling that something was off…" Luffy sits quietly, feet standing still in the air, before he pushes himself off the railing and jumps, landing perfectly next to Zoro.
"I'll help you looking for him," he says from under the shadow of his straw-hat. "Zoro, I know what happened yesterday," the raven informs. Zoro holds unconsciously tighter around the hilt of Wado. "You did what you were supposed to do," the kid looks up at him, while Zoro braces himself for whatever to be thrown in his face, quite literally. "But I'm disappointed that you didn't entrust me in this."
"I understand." Is all Zoro can say, his eyes cast down in shame, his lips pulled in a tight line.
"But I also know what's going on in this town. Robin told us about a gang who slips drugs into peoples drinks, just to make an idiot out of them." He knew it, he knew it couldn't be from alcohol alone. He should have seen this earlier, and not pull that over the cook.
"I should have known."
"But they also use this drug for something more."
Zoro finally looks at him "Something more?". Luffy nods. "What more?"
"Robin wouldn't tell me, just that we had to be careful and keep our eyes on our drinks, never leave them out of our sight." Luffy looks worried, more worried than he ever has seen him before. He always trusted his crew, but this time, this time something else is off, and the younger teen doesn't have to say the words what this other danger could be, it laid in the unsaid.
"And the ship?" Zoro nods in its direction. Luffy stares at him for a couple of more seconds before he turns and tilts his hat so it once again covers his face in its shadows.
"You're taking care of it, right, Nami?" Zoro flinches and looks back up at the ship. Not many seconds later a silent arm rises from behind the railing.
Not surprising that she heard it all, those two were close, the captain and the navigator, it was rare that they weren't around each other, no matter how many times she complained about him.
He doesn't have to look to know that Luffy is eyein him. Then the kid smiles and starts walking as he stretches his rubbery arms above his head. "Yosh! Let's go find Sanji then!" A rumbling sound confirms his needing search. Zoro chuckles slightly. Leave it to the captain to brighten up the days… even on a rainy day.
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Hunter.
That is the bastards name from what he could catch. Sanji glares exhausted at the leader of the group, who smiles satisfied, clearly enjoying the view as he gets kissed, licked and bitten along his jaw and down his gullet.
Sanji swallows hard, tries to create some moister in his mouth, but his throat and tongue is as dry and rough as sandpaper. He keeps his eyes on Hunter, showing him that he doesn't care anymore, that they can't break him, as his new partner tries to guide him into attention, tries to pull satisfied sounds out of him, but he ignores him, what finally costs him a fist to the face, bruising his lips.
"Attention here, kid." The man says and hits him again as he keeps ignoring him and grabs his face. "Attention here, I said!"
Sanji spits, hitting right between his eyes. "There, attention." He pants, pulling a satisfied smirk. That earns him a direct hit in the gut, not only once.
"Shitty. Nosy. Bastard!" the man growls, pointing out each word with another hit, and then goes to his face as Sanji chuckles at him. This, he can take, he'd gladly take a beating into unconsciousness to forget all that other shit. "I was trying to be gentle to you! You want it hard? Huh? Do you?" Sanji chokes as a hit from the sharp edge of the shoe hits one of his ribs from underneath and breaks it. "I'll rough you up, you shit! I'll freaking dry that smirk off your ugly mug!" Another kick makes him roll over, and then the man stomps on his back, harder for each time the others laughingly supports his assault. A heel hits his lower back, pulling a choked scream out of him. His scar. Even though it was a long time since that old hag of a doctor operated his back, getting a direct hit at it still hurt like hell. she'd warned him, back then, to be careful, next time he injured it, it could get fatal. Meaning; next time he could lose his ability to walk.
Finding it amusing to have found Sanji's weak spot, the man continues to stomp right down at it, pulling out one scream after another out of him. The other men roar with laugher as Sanji finally breaks his vocals to their assault, even Hunter stands there, arms crossed, smirking satisfied. Until something snaps. Sanji howls in pain and the volume of the others increases as well. He can feel the sickening feeling when bones break or as something gets re-allocated inside of him.
Someone is watching them.
He senses it a bit belated, as his eyes falls upon a young woman, a hand to her mouth, while her boyfriend holds her tight in his arms. Swallowing the growing feel of humiliation, Sanji reaches a trembling hand towards them, pleading for help. But the couple only stands there, terror-stricken and watches. "Help… please help me."
The man steps back, pulling his girl with him and covers her eyes as he murmurs "I'm sorry." Before running off.
Hunter laughs. "You honestly didn't believe that they would be able to help you, now did you? You're pathetic!" The rest of the men laughs along and Sanji just want to stop exist.
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The dull rolling of water up against the hull sings like a faint lullaby for those who listens to it. A young fox has misled itself out on the dock, sniffing around in the containers, searching for something eatable. A racoon licks its small fingers, before sniffing the air from the top of one of the containers. It looks at the fox, before it turns its head and its black eyes lands on Nami. They stand looking at each other for a couple of seconds, before the racoon runs off. But the fox stays, still looking curious up at her, it sniffs the air for the smell of danger and then returns dig its nose further into its precious treasures.
Nami sighs and leans her head against the cool railing, listening to the tranquilising sound of the raindrops drumming down on her raincoat. She can't stop feeling guilty at Sanji's missing return. Ever since the talk with Zoro, Sanji hadn't been his usual self. He hadn't looked her in the eyes as he usually did, he didn't really talk to her, rather he kept his distance as he had promised. Sanji was a man who respected peoples wishes, just like that, even if it hurt himself.
Then what happened yesterday? Is it as Robin had told them? If that is the case, then Sanji is innocent.
She slides to her knees, staring into the strong dark Adam wood, before she turns to sit properly and buries her face into her knees, pulled up to her chest. The rain slowly starts to subside.
Robin had told her about the gang who used to come to that exact tavern they had been at. Hunter, the leader of the gang, didn't get his name for no reason. Rumours said that he was a psychotic, ballistic killer and rapist, who enjoyed watching other people making a fool out of themselves. And to see them suffer in more than one meaning. He was known to slip drugs into other people's drinks; drugs there even could anesthetize a seaking. He used drugs to make hormones go crazy and then follow the victim until the drug was at its highest to then – Nami trembles by the mere thought of it. Had Sanji really fallen victim to those men? She knows that he's strong, but even he can't withstand the effect of strong drugs.
"Hunter is a monster in human size!" Robin's words echo in her memories and her grave expression when telling it, still haunts her. "Hunter loves blood… it's not without a reason that he has a bounty on 370.000.000 beri on his head."
Hunter was a dangerous man, using dirty tricks to 'have some fun' with his prey, before killing them… brutally. Often even their closest families couldn't identify the victims, they'd been that massacred, or completely mentally disturbed. People in the town feared him, they didn't even dare to turn him in to the marines when they had the opportunity.
It was no longer only the rain running down her chins.
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"Heh! He's out cold!"
He's being pulled up by his arm, as he senses the men looking intriguingly at him. As he doesn't move, he's tossed to the side, like the trash there cushions his fall. He keeps still, waiting for the right moment.
"The pretty blond couldn't handle it after all. Dead as a fish he is."
"No," Hunters voice is deep and absolute, the man steps up to him and pulls him roughly up by his hair. He can't help a weak hiss escape and of course it doesn't go unnoticed by the man. "He's still breathing. Seems like we still can have some fun with him."
Someone else thunders a laugher, if not mistaken, it's Baldar. "If I'm not wrong, then I would say that you've fallen for that kid, boss!"
Hunter mere hums as large fingers brushes his chin. "You have a pretty face," the man says, fingers running underneath the bangs covering half of the face, Sanji has to restrain himself from moving as the raw hidden scar gets revealed. Hunter halts before he moves the bangs fully from his face. He hums in distaste. "But what a disgust to behold when looking closer. Horrible." He let the hair fall back into place. "But beside that, you got a nice-looking body, kid. Fair," the hand runs down the shoulder "light, slim as a woman, yet muscular as a young man your age. Nice," the hand goes further "really nice indeed."
Sanji opens his eyes at once, taking the other by surprise he lands a hard kick to the side of the man's skull, just before the fingers went too far down. There's a satisfied sound of something cracking by the impact, but an unsatisfied feeling as something tears apart inside of him. Gulping, he bits hard down on his lips and forces himself to execute a second blow, but Hunter is already recovering from his surprise attack and throws him against the wall. Head thumbing and sight blurring, Sanji doesn't hesitate and stands up again, everything in him screaming to stand still, his legs and bag wanting to give in. Panting he glares at the man in front of him and attacks. Hunter avoids the kick swiftly. Sanji turns his hips just the slightest and then gets him right over the head in an obliquely axe-kick, hitting him perfectly between neck and shoulder and sending him to the ground. White noise howls in his ears, almost deafening him, almost sending him collapsing to the ground. Teeth crunching, he sends a circle-kick towards the man's head.
But Hunter recovers fast and avoids the attack. The next thing he knows, his face is pressed against the wall and his arm's twisted painfully behind his back.
"Lovely." Hunter chuckles. Sanji freezes as he feels the large hand grow back into a tiger-like-paw, claws slides down from his head, along his shoulder, back, down to his hips and down to his ass, grabbing the one cheek in one powerful grip. Sanji jerks and tries to push away from the wall with his body. "So much fight and spirit, even after all this." The hand moves in between the cheeks, and Sanji rotates his hips with such force, that his heel hits the calves of the tiger-man. Using the opportunity Sanji twists himself free and makes sure to gain distance between the two of them. The men encircling them watched carefully. He's ready for a fight, though he's not sure how much longer he can stand his ground. He's exhausted beyond imagination, every movement hurts and even breathing has become a pain. Shit!
He needs to get out, now!
Hunter claps after recovering and steps closer to him. "Lovely, lovely, lovely! Now who would have thought that?" Hunter says amused, almost proud, and stops only four feet from him. Sanji holds his breath, preparing himself to any sudden movements. "You actually live up to your rumours, if not more. What a pleasant surprise." Sanji barely avoids the large paw-hand, claws at ready to tear his face in two. He kicks to hit him in the liver, but something finally snaps inside of him and Sanji yelps in pain and falls to the ground, landing on his knees as pain shoots up from his ass and all up along his spine. Hunter chuckles mockingly. "What a lovely sight to behold!" he proclaims, arms spread to each side, as if he speaks for the world to hear. "I like it when there's still some fight in them! Because then it'll be so more fun to break them!"
Sanji stands up with a roar and attacks once again, fierier, angrier more hateful than before. He freaking wants to live and this fucker to die! The other men try to stop him, but his sudden urge of adrenalin gives him enough strength to take them down, one after another, ignoring the fact that he's fighting partly naked, only covered by his torn shirt.
Hunter chuckles, then laughs as all of his men jumps at Sanji and forces him to the ground. Sanji roars at them to fucking move. "I really love you, kid!" Hunter says, moving up to the human pile and looks amused down at him. "To think, every one of us had our lovely time with you at least twice, yet here you are, fighting like the devil you are known as, Mr. Black Leg. This is lovely!"
"You should be flattered, kid." Baldar rumbles somewhere close to Sanji's ear. "Not many of his 'preys' has ever performed to stand up like you, after this. But the result will always be the same; a game of hunt, before it all ends in a gory slaughter."
"Though none has never been able satisfy my hunger." Hunter explains. "You can satisfy me much more than any woman ever has been able to, kid." Hunter licks his lips hungrily "finally I can have some real 'fun'. Get him up!"
The human pile moves and pulls him up, making sure he can't get free. Hunter grabs his face and forces him to look up at his ugly smile.
"Hmm, your pupils are still larger than normal, you're pale and sweaty, the shivering might come from pressing yourself too much. Feeling a bit nausea perhaps?" If eyes could kill, Sanji would have murdered him many times over by now, and Hunter knows it, it amuses him. "Lovely."
"Fuck, you!" Sanji wrenches his face out of his hold and moves to kick him, but the men have made sure not to underestimate, and each of them has a hold on him. Hunter bends down and grabs his foot.
"Was it this one you intended to use?" he asks, Sanji only glares at him as he tries to get his foot free. The hold tightens immediately, he can even feel the bones crunch in the man's hold. The men lets go of him and pulls back, making him almost lose his balance when the support disappeared. The claw looking nails pierced into his foot. Fuck shit it hurt! "I think we have to make sure that you won't easily run away from us in the near future, or to even do anything at all." Moving his foot higher up, Hunter slashed down in one swift movement, cutting from the heel and up to the toes. Sanji screamed, it's worse than back at that Clock-island, he even feels one of the nails slightly scratch some of his bones, what makes him crumble and almost lose consciousness. Hunter chuckles and licks his blood-covered paw-hand, humming by the taste, while watching Sanji writhing in pain on the ground. "Lovely sight to behold. What a wonderful taste." Sanji looks at the tiger-man with blurry eyes, and tries to pull himself together and get back up and fight, or flee.
Hunter is suddenly searching towards him in such a speed that Sanji can't make it to defend himself, as another slash crosses his chest. Sanji screams and not a second later he's against the wall, standing face to face with the predator.
"No no, little boy, don't you dare faint on me now." Hunter says and grabs his throat to hold him in place. "We have much more in store for you, little boy." There's a little prick to his skin, as a needle is forced into his arm and shoots in the liquid into his bloodstreams. Not many seconds later, his vision starts to blur, then as it turns white, Sanji begins to panic.
"Like my new drug? I call it 'white winter', I guess you know why?"
Everything is white. He tries to blink, but even as he closes his eyes, that strong white light is there, even on his right blind eye, something there shouldn't had been possible. "What you've done to me?" he asks, suddenly aware of the trembling of his own voice. The men laugh, apparently finding his situation amusing. He's tossed to the ground and Sanji tries to scramble away, blindly searching with his hands to find something he can use to defend himself with. A kick to the open wound in his abdomen stops him, and another send him flying across the alley. A foot presses down onto his skull, and that horrible psychotic laugh sounds above him. "Now we know where we have you!"
To be continued