I FINALLY FINISHED THE CHAPTER! YAY! I'm sorry it took so long… but I hope you like it anyways.

She was staring up at him, shocked. She'd finally realised who he was. She shot up into a sitting position and pointed a finger in his face.

"Y-you're the prisoner! What are you doing in my room?!" His crazy psycho killer grin stretched across his face as he started laughing.

"Fufufu, little birdy, I'm afraid you're mistaken… You see this is my room." She squinted at him inquisitively, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. She quickly gave up and looked around the room instead. Turns out he was right, 'oh god, he's right, this isn't my room. I know it's pretty obvious that I'm drunk, but still, this is really embarrassing. How am I supposed to explain this?'

"Is there a reason you decided to sneak into my room, in the middle of the night, drunk and then collapse in front of me; hm? Little birdy? Fufufu, I'm very curious."

It wasn't hard to figure out that what he was insinuating was just a way to make her feel his presence, but even so she couldn't help but blush.

"Well… I, ahhh –", she was cut off before she had the chance to finish (which was probably for the best).

"Fufufu, so innocent. I just don't see how that terrifying rookie captain of legend could turn out to be this shy, naive little girl!" He started laughing so strongly that his chest heaved as he tried to suck in enough air.

Sinbad snapped out of her embarrassment and shot him a vicious glare, "I may be shy, but I am by no means naïve." He glanced down and noticed her deadly serious expression, he stopped laughing.

"You're naïve for thinking that you're strong enough to be able to defeat me."

She curled her fingers into two fists, "And you're naïve for believing I can't. If you think you've seen the extent of my power, then you're gravely mistaken."

"Fufu, is that right?" He stood up and walked over to the leather couch which was barely a metre away from the coffee table. He relaxed into it, crossing his legs and spreading his arms across that back of the lounge.

"That's right. If I wanted you dead, then you'd be dead already." Her anger was about to bubble over, she'd had about as much of this guy as she could take.

"You really are just a naïve little girl… Fortunately for you, I don't like killing little girls." He uncrossed his legs and spread them, which exaggerated his authority.

With a spiteful expression she spat out her words, "No, you just like fucking them."

His aura changed and his creepy grin disappeared. It was replaced with a frown and a popped vain on his forehead. Even though he'd been kidnapped, up to this point he had not felt the least bit concerned about it, after all, if he really wanted to, he could just leave at anytime. It's not as though anyone could have stopped him. But that casual kind of easy self confidence which had served him until now was just obliterated by the ferocious little minx in front of him. There were three things in this world that pissed him off to no end; rookies, cocky women, and anyone who talked back at him. Sinbad was the current embodiment of all these things, and that made him furious. He sat forward and lowered his head, a shadow falling over his eyes. He slowly stood up; his massive frame towered over her tiny body, his shadow immersing her in darkness.

"You're right. I do like fucking them."

For the first time, she suddenly felt terrified of this man. Her rage was entwined with fear. She clenched her fists tighter causing her nails to cut her flesh. Small droplets of blood dripped onto the rug. He took a step towards her. She gasped and shuffled backwards until she hit the bookcase. A few books toppled from the shelves and fell around her. She was petrified of him, but she wasn't about to let him know that. She stumbled to her feet, still a little drunk and very scared. A cold bead of sweat trickled down her left temple. The books around her were kicked out of the way.

"Too bad for you, I'm not the little girl you think I am."

With his eye's still sheltered by shadows, a grin began forming. His white teeth caught the moonlight and gleamed. He leisurely approached her, "Good, I always did prefer strong women. They put up more of a fight. Nails, teeth, I love it all. So don't feel obliged to hold back on my account."

"You're sick. Working for Kaido seems to have broken your head."

"Fufufu, I was like this long before he ever found me. Why do you think he hired me in the first place? Hmm?" His sing-song voice bounced off the walls, penetrating every corner of the room. It sent shivers down her spine. It seems her unpleasant reality sobered her up. Now she had to deal with him whilst her senses were at their highest functionality. He raised his hands, contorting his fingers into unnatural positions. She felt something wrap around her arms, her legs and waist. She found herself moving without wanting to.

He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, legs spread. He shifted his fingers, forcing his helpless victim to stagger in his direction. She was dragged to her knees before him. With his index finger, he lifted her head to meet his gaze. He stared contentedly into her eyes for a few moments, enjoying the sight of her terror. Ever so slowly, as though making sure she had time to envisage what was about to happen, he took his lips and pressed them against hers. Her eyes widened as a familiar feeling seeped into every part of her body, infecting her senses. Before she could pull away, Doflamingo had his hand entangled in her long blue strands holding her head in place. As the she tried to gasp for air, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, playfully curling it around hers. A warm hand slide beneath her shirt and traced the curves of her back all the way to her hairline. Before she had the chance to surrender to him, he let her go. She looked at him, her brow was twisted in anger, she was apparently nowhere near weak enough to even think about surrendering to him, not yet at least. This made him excited, he felt his blood pressure rise as he began to realise that her strength didn't lie with her physical attributes but with her mental ones. Her strong will was what made her extraordinary. And he couldn't wait to shatter it.

His invisible strings coiled around her body, persuading her limbs to move against her will. Suddenly she found herself fiddling with hem of his shirt, brushing against his warm skin. She blushed uncontrollably and then tried to cover it up with a failed look of boredom. He found this thoroughly amusing and decided to step it up a notch. Soon he had her hands wrapped around his neck, entwining themselves in his blonde stands as she teasingly slid into his lap. She had a leg either side of his waist. She felt her hind cheeks rub against his half-hard length. Her hands were moved down, fingers running over his firm chest and abdomen. When her hands came, yet again to the hem of his shirt, she found herself pulling it off to reveal his bare upper body. A sly smile crossed his face as he made her do the same thing with her shirt.

All she was wearing now were her baggy pants and a lacy black bra that was partially see-through. The knowledge that he could see her nipples made her heart beat rise and her blood began to pulsate. She was forced to lean towards him, her small breasts pressing against his chest as she caressed the nap of his neck with her moistened lips. Her fingers fidgeted with the laces that kept his pants up, they were soon unfastened. A hand slipped beneath the fabric. Fingers weaved through his blonde curls, finding his throbbing shaft; those fingers were wrapped around it, gently bringing it to life. She stroked the vain along the back of his member and ran another finger in circles around his tip, smudging his pre cum and causing him moan. She couldn't believe she was the one doing this. She was the one giving him pleasure and she couldn't stop herself. As long as he had her entangled in his web of strings, she would be at his mercy. Without water, there wasn't much she could do. The tables had completely turned.

Suddenly she felt the strings loosen, she took the chance and leapt off of him, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor. She grabbed her pants and pulled at the material. She tried to wipe away his smell but it was futile. Her hands reeked of him.

"Your Devil's Fruit ability is a pain in the ass."

"Fufufu, I think it rather suits me."

"That's for sure." She pulled her knees to her chest, trying to cover up as much as she could. He stood up, waddled over to her and looked down. She was still curled up trying to hide her nearly nakedness but she was also gazing up at him, her face was filled with rage but her eyes were seeping pleasure. She didn't seem to realise that her body was betraying her true feelings. She still had plenty of fight left. However, her dishevelled and innocent appearance inflamed him. He leant down and gazed into her eyes, amused at her attempt to look strong. He wrapped his left hand around her mouth forcing her to breathe through her nose. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away, desperate to free herself. With his other hand he grabbed her leg and pulled it out, straightening it so he could tear away her pants. They got caught up at her ankles as she flailed around, making it as hard for him as possible. The struggle left the two tangled together on the floor, but he eventually managed to get them off. Even after he'd succeeded she continued to struggle. Her face was flushed pink, even her nose. The only thing between her and the blonde were her thin and lacy black lingerie.

Having given up on logical tactics, she kicked at him viciously, landing only a handful of hits. "Damned devil woman, stay still!" He quickly gave up on trying to subdue her using traditional methods and reverted to his strings. He had her lying motionless beneath him in a matter of seconds. Her facial expression hadn't changed, it was still hateful. He secured her hands above her head beneath one of his own and loosened his strings. As she was now pinned, flailing around uselessly wasn't going to get her anywhere, but she couldn't think of anything else to do and she refused to lie there and let him do to her whatever he pleased. So she took advantage of the loosened strings and head butted him.

"Ah, such an infuriating woman. You know, if you don't behave, Santa won't bring you any presents at Christmas time."

"Stop talking like my father, you're barely older than I am… What are you 19? 20?"

"I'm 20."

"Tch, if you think I'm gonna lie here and let you do to me whatever you want, then you're gonna be disappointed."

"Fufu, and if you think I'll let you get away from me twice in one day, then you're going to be the one who ends up disappointed."

"Why the hell are you doing this anyway? Aren't you supposed to hurry up and kill me so you can go running back to Kaido?"

A vain in his forehead popped as he wrapped his spare hand around her neck and brought his face close to hers. "As it turns out, I'm getting a little bored of that man. I thought you may be able to entertain me in his stead. Of course, I'll be requiring a different kind of service from you."

Suddenly her neck was released from his grasp and his hand slowly made its way over her warm flesh. Tracing the lace that covered her small pink nipples. His hand gently slipped between her legs. They were sticky with her nervous sweat. He took his middle finger and ran it over her soft, moist skin, then teasingly he played with her clit, wriggling his finger and each time hitting a sweet spot. She let out a small, whimper as she squeezed his hand between her legs, trying to foil its movement. But it was useless. Seeing her struggle to suppress her pleasure only made him want to see it more. He took his hand away and grabbed the top of his pants, pulling them down to his knees. She looked to see what he was doing and caught site of his eagerly pulsating member. He was practically a human giant at 10 feet tall, but even for a giant… he was huge.

"What the hell! There's no way that's gonna fit!"

She barely managed to get her words out before he rammed himself inside. "Ahhh." That was the first time he ever heard her scream. It was like a symphony, humming in his ears, bringing him the joy of music. He smirked and continued driving into her. She felt as though her organs were being push out of the way to make room for his immense size. The pain was almost unbearable. The blood may have been acting as a lubricant, but the torn flesh was stinging as his heat kept pushing deeper. She tried to free her hands, but all her strength was drained. She barely had enough energy left to breathe. Her mind was blank, swimming in the pool of bliss and agony marbled together to create an unimaginably pleasurable sensation. She dared to glace at him, he was slightly blushing, a little crimson coloured his tanned skin. That same golden skin was glistening under the moonlight, shimmering as the light caught the fine film of sweat that made him slippery to touch. His blonde strands fell over his eyes, hiding their colour. The flushing of his cheeks increased as he neared his climax. She arched her back, unconsciously wanting to intensify he pleasure. Gritting his teeth, he let out a strangled moan which signalled his climax. A warm fluid filled her insides, wetting her entrance. She relaxed back onto the floor, completely overtaken with exhaustion. He collapsed onto her, also too tired to move.

"Fuck you." She whispered after she had managed to stabilise her breathing.

"You'll have to wait a little while, I'm a little worn out at the moment." With her free hands, she bonked him on his head.

"Ah, damn woman." He dragged himself to his feet and pulled his pants up.

"Right then. I guess its bed time, little birdy."

"Tch, whatever."

He leant down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms, she draped over them like empty clothing. He placed her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. He slid in beside and wrapped his arms around her, seeking her warmth; as the desert nights were cold. They quietly fell asleep together.