A/N: Happy Valentines Day! It's been a month since I last posted…Forgive me. ;_; A lot of birthdays happened, life, everything. What can you possibly expect…But please! Enjoy the new chapter. I promise I won't take long to write the next chapter. I've been sitting on this one for weeks, writing a little at a time…but hopefully that won't be the case next time! Let me know what you think! Also I'm thinking of taking a break from Law & Doffy…perhaps it's time to dedicate a chapter on Luffy & friends? What do you guys think? ;D

WARNING: This chapter contains blood, nudity, torture, language, and emotional turmoil.


Chapter 9: Confined


"I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing you look at me that way, Law."

The words of Doflamingo echoed about the walls of the surgeon's dark mind. Law closed his eyes and furrowed his brows out of frustration. How could he let Doflamingo abduct him in such a simple way? How could he let his guard down for even a moment? How could he take his precious moments of freedom for granted? Doflamingo didn't explain how he'd been able to find him…If anything, Law hoped that the man hadn't located the area in which he started building his small ship. To have all of his hard work exterminated in a matter of moments, well…those thoughts alone stressed the surgeon to no end. Here he was yet again, back in the same damn mansion in the same damn room. He was tied tightly to one of the wooden chairs beside a small round table. Sore and constricted, the surgeon bit his lower lip. He was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, feelings, and anxiety—how could he process all of this again? Doflamingo had literally fucked him over on the goddamn sand. And he still ached from the sickeningly painful pleasures that tingled beneath his clothes. After their round, Doflamingo had knocked him out in one swift blow to the nerves. He carried him back by walking through the sky. This past week and more…these moments with Doflamingo were molding into traumatic memories. Memories that would burn in the back of his mind until he turned to ash.

Currently, Law was alone in the room on the second floor. It was nearly noon, hours since he had been raped. No doubt did Law doze off from time to time out of mental exhaustion and physical strain, but for a majority of the time he was awake. Doflamingo had no hesitation in telling him that he was expecting some old friends to show up today. Apparently these "old friends" weren't completely alien to the surgeon. Unfortunately, this didn't help Law's anxiety in the slightest. They had many old friends. If anything, Law just hoped it wasn't any of the executives from Dressrosa. If it did happen to be one of them…his concern for his allies would only grow stronger. He believed in the Straw-Hats…with whatever was left of his own heart. The mere thoughts of his friends alone suddenly caused his chest to feel heavy…

His heart ached, his eyes stung. Lips pressed together softly, Law bore an extremely crestfallen expression—his vision blurring as he rested his eyes on his feet. He felt so defeated, but he knew that there was no way he could stop trying…

To be a pirate, well…it meant to be free.

Thoughts suddenly interrupted by the sound of the room's door being opened, Law tried to pull himself together and focus on the pink feathered bastard who entered. The blond shut the door behind him whilst tossing a bag on the floor. Just what in the hell was in there? In no time, he approached the round table Law was seated beside. He tapped his fingers on the table contemplatively, his other hand now slowly grazing through the surgeon's dark hair. Law looked away from the other as he did this, clearly dismissive of the action. Gripping the hair suddenly, Doflamingo yanked so that Law looked him in the eye. "Was this morning not enough to make you behave, Law?" The surgeon let out a distressed breath and was then released from the harsh grip. Law's skin was literally crawling from the mere presence of the freakishly tall male…he couldn't un-feel the hands that pinned him down into the sand and dominate his body so easily. Doflamingo loved to take advantage of Law's body, especially when he was bound. Effortlessly, randomly…the blond massaged Law's crotch thoroughly, eventually unzipping his jeans and taking out the member nestled beneath. The surgeon squirmed uneasily, somewhat surprised by the sudden molestation. Enough was never enough for Doflamingo. Especially since his actions granted Law so much misery. As the older male stroked and jerked Law off, he started engaging the other in a casual conversation as if nothing were happening. Doflamingo's attention never left Law's face in the process. The way he breathed and shifted his legs out of unease, the way he squirmed beneath the string binds wrapped snug around his arms and chest...It was perfect. "And here I thought we were friends again…." Doflamingo laughed to himself, giving the dark-haired male some very rough jerks, his hand tightening around the moist flesh. Eventually, he came to an abrupt stop and released Law. He eyed the stiff member that was now standing freely on it's own, Law's open fly embroidering the base beautifully in the process.

Chest heaving gently, Law glanced at his own flesh in mental disgust and closed his eyes. He hated being so vulnerable and naked in front of the man. Twisting his wrists that were tied behind him and against the chair, Law clenched his teeth together. It was a relief that the blond stopped touching him, but it was a pain that he was left aroused. "Stop staring at me," Law licked his dry lower lip, whispering the rest of his sentence, "…finish molesting me, beat me, or leave, take your pick, bastard." The surgeon was instantly gifted a fierce blow across his cheek, Doflamingo quick to choose.

"This is why I'm keeping you until I destroy you, Law." The blond grinned insanely, suddenly jerking Law a few more times as he came in to bite the other's lips. He broke the brief kiss and shook the surgeon's cock vigorously, enjoying the feel of the soft desperate breaths escaping the other's lips and against his own. Eagerly he mashed his lips against the pirate's once more, his thumb grazing over the head of his flesh teasingly. Law was now cringing for release…Taking advantage of this; Doflamingo stopped his movements once more. The blond retreated from the other completely, breaking the nonconsensual kiss entirely. He made his way over to the bag he had brought into the room earlier and placed it on the table before Law. The surgeon was very uneasy beneath his binds in the chair—he was still recovering from the blow across his cheek and it didn't help that the heavy burden of arousal continued to skid across his member. Doflamingo opened the bag and took out a round, black, somewhat shiny object. It was the size of half a football, and…it was alive. Just what in the hell exactly…was that?

Realization hit Law like a bulldozer. He parted his lips slightly. How could he even begin to protest…just…what the hell was Doflamingo thinking?! The blond chuckled at Law's reaction and neared the other once more. The disheveled male shook his head quickly, indicating that he wanted nothing to do with that…creature. Doflamingo placed the black creature on top of Law's member, causing it to latch on almost eagerly. "No, nhh…" The blond pressed it down and against Law, and zipped up the surgeon's fly with great care not to nick it. "Fuck you, eh…" It was a tight fit, but…it worked. Law's crotch appeared to be nothing but a handsome bulge now. The tip of the creature could be seen peeking out just above the waistline of Law's jeans...It was shifting about, further burrowing beneath the clothing and suckling his hot skin.

The creature itself was warm, and it clung to his flesh so very tightly. It felt good at first, but then it just started to…ache. To hurt. Law squirmed and shifted about in his chair frantically. "You're not human," came a mutter as he twisted around uncomfortably. He panted irately, only to realize Doflamingo was pulling out another creature from the bag. The blond effortlessly grabbed the collar of Law's shirt and yanked it forward, ripping it halfway in the process, "…Doflamingo," Law protested—as the man effortlessly placed the leech on Law's chest. The leech moved slowly along Law's skin and found a nice spot over his left pectoral. It latched on with it's tiny suckers and bit in, causing the male to wince in the process. Usually leeches released anesthetics to make the initial bite painless, but these leeches seemed to be a bit different. They were…a little larger, a little more…exotic. Regardless, the biting was more irritating than painful, despite the initial sting. Law felt Doflamingo's strings reposition themselves along his body in order to grant the leeches more freedom to move anywhere beneath his clothing if they ever did get bored of the spot they were currently suckling.

"Don't worry, this third one will be the last. Did you honestly think I'd leave you here any longer without keeping you entertained?" Grinning, the smug flamingo placed the final leech on Law, but this time on his back. Crouching before the other, he met Law at eye-level and took a fierce hold of Law's right nipple. He squeezed it vehemently, tugging and twisting it slightly as well. "Wouldn't you rather feel pain than nothing at all?" He asked Law seriously, the gravity of the question currently gripping his nipple.

Grimacing, Law briefly clenched his teeth together in silence. He wanted to spit back, but in the end he had nothing more to express that wasn't already said. Yeah, it was true—he'd rather feel pain than nothing at all. Perhaps that was why he lasted so long in this hell? Shaking himself from those dark thoughts, Law managed to smirk at the other almost mockingly.

That was all he had to do to make the blond's grin flatline itself. If anything, Doflamingo became more interested, more intrigued by Law's behavior. He released Law's nipple, and slid his hand along the other's tattooed abdomen, dipping his hand just beneath the ripped folds of the shirt. "It's nice to know you've missed me, Law…" The feather-embroidered male wished at times he could read the other's mind, and know exactly what Law was thinking and feeling. He wanted to know absolutely everything. He wanted Law to become attached to his touch, the flavor of his tongue. In the end of course…he'd use the other's ability for his own benefits. In the mean time, all of these fun and games sated his appetite for destruction and entertained him physically and mentally. Doflamingo removed his hand from the other's abdomen and then gave Law a few hard pats over the crotch, causing the leech to tense up against Law's aching member. Doffy stood up and began heading towards the door…he was going to leave Law like this for a while, now wasn't he? "I'll be back soon, Law."

Feeling completely insulted and humiliated, Law writhed in his chair once more out of mere frustration. If it weren't for the strings, the sea-prism, he would destroy Doflamingo and leave. He wanted to burn Doflamingo with the might of a thousand suns. Never did he even fathom he would reach this level of embarrassment, humiliation…ever in his life. Just how fucked up had Doflamingo truly become over the years? It was just unbelievable, despite the handsome amount of time he had now spent under the blonde's thumb. The door had shut, and Doflamingo was gone, but for how long? These leeches…who knew how fast they would draw blood. It was disgusting, the feeling of the slick creatures suckling his skin, and then crawl to another spot. It was nothing but a rinse and repeat cycle for them. If Law had learned anything by this point, it was that the more he struggled, the more the leeches stung and clamped on him. With no choice but to relax, Law thought hard of ways to get free…

The sea-prism caused his bones to ache, his head slowly beginning to spin as time passed and he lost blood. The leech on his groin had traveled to his heated inner thigh, the second one on the small of his back, and the third now crawling over his shoulder. Just…how much time had passed now? He was losing all sense of it…Dizzy, Law moved his wrists against the restraints once more, sweat beginning to bead down his temple out of exhaustion. He winced every now and then, the leech bites causing his body to throb…

Was there really…nothing he could do?


Sitting on the sofa beside the fireplace, Monet basked in the warmth that the flames provided. She was waiting for an audience with Doflamingo. The clever lady had placed Vergo's head on the coffee table beside her, the rest of his body parts resting in a large duffle bag beside her feet. The pair had arrived recently, the sun was setting and darkness was fading into existence once more. No doubt they were exhausted from their arduous journey, Monet especially since she was burdened with taking care of the handicapped Vergo. Since their arrival, they could hear Law scream every now and then from upstairs. Monet was sure that Doflamingo was thoroughly entertaining himself; she was also curious what had become of the other. "I wonder what Master has been doing with Law all this time," she mused to herself quietly, glancing at Vergo briefly.

"Nothing good, that's for certain," came a quick response from the severed head on the table, Vergo clearly agitated and impatient. He wanted to be whole again already—it had been so damned long since the incident at Punk Hazard. And after he was put back together, well…he would beat the shit out of the damned brat and make his life a living hell so long as Doflamingo permitted. It didn't matter to him if the blond was torturing him—Law deserved it for the things he had done. He had left his true family behind all thanks to Corazon's double-crossed brainwashing. To be unable to walk, unable to be one being…it was the worst torture one could possibly think of.

In came a foreboding laugh; Doflamingo was now entering the pair's immediate vicinity as he stalked down the staircase. The tall blond male bore a large smile on his face, his arms lax at his sides—his hands pattered with traces of blood that probably belonged to Law. "You both came as promised, I am pleased. Monet, bring Vergo—it's time to put him back together. We have much to discuss." The blond motioned the pair upstairs, and retreated back to the room in which he kept Law.

Quite the sight it was! The dark haired surgeon was panting softly, his tattooed chest exposed in slivers thanks to the ripped shirt he wore. A pile of leeches were discarded in a bag loosely on the floor beside the chair Law was tied to. Doflamingo must have been ripping them off earlier, causing Law to scream in the process. Some areas of the male's skin were red from the intensive suckling, others just bruised from Doflamingo's hand. The surgeon's fly was zipped but unbuttoned at the top, showing signs of the hasty removal of the leech beneath. Along his body, blood was spattered about messily, but not excessively. The leeches were ripped off violently, after all…

Raising his head up slowly from his limp mien, Law tiredly wondered why the blond was back so soon, it had literally been just a minute or two since he'd left the room again. Wait…

It was to his utter dismay that another person casually walked into the room behind Doflamingo. Monet. And she was holding…

Vergo.

Eyes widening out of realization, Law parted his lips and looked at Doflamingo for answers. How in the seven hells were they alive?! Here on Minion Island, it was one surprise after another…just…Law was so close to losing his shit, if he weren't so weary he would've had an outburst there was no doubt about it. All he knew now was that he was in some terribly deep shit. Nothing good was going to come out of this for him, if anything, his chances of escape had now been burned at the stake—if there was any chance left at all. How could this be? He was so sure that no one could survive that explosion at the lab.

"It's time to clean up the mess you made of my executives from Punk Hazard." Doflamingo made his way towards Law and stood behind the chair he was bound to, his hand now resting on the surgeon's exposed shoulder. He didn't want Law to look at him, he wanted Law to look at Monet and Vergo—he wanted the other to completely bask in the fact that the two executives lived. Law had failed to exterminate them, despite the fact that he had come so close….

"You look surprised, Law." Monet chuckled evenly, amused by the expression and condition Law appeared to be in. "I'd like my heart back if you don't mind. Oh, and Vergo needs to be put back together. We've waited so long to see you again…" Monet smiled calmly as she placed the duffle bag filled with Vergo's body parts on the table along with his head.

Vergo locked his eyes with Law, despite the fact he wore his standard dark-tint glasses still—courtesy of Monet. "Put me back together you damn brat," spat Vergo—his anger clearly getting the best of his voice. Little did Law know the hardships he and Monet had to endure during their time at Punk Hazard. It was absolute hell.

Now Law understood everything—it wasn't exactly a puzzle either. Of course they would want to be fixed up by the surgeon of death. If anything, these two executives may be all that Doflamingo had left…it was a good sign that none of the other executives had shown up since the Dressrosa affair. Feeling weak from blood loss, it also became apparent to Law that Doflamingo was weakening him enough so that he wouldn't be able to fight, should the sea prism collar come off. Little did Doflamingo know how wrong he was—Law would most definitely fight despite his condition. Monet was hardly competition, Vergo was a threat—and Doflamingo was the ultimate opponent. "The moment this collar comes off, I'll sever you into even smaller pieces, Vergo." The smooth slur of perfect words escaped Law's lips so daringly. What else could Doflamingo possibly do to him that he hadn't already? There was no way Law would submit to their desires so easily, despite the extraneous mind games he'd been forced to play over the course of their time together.

"It's Vergo-san to you, you filthy brat!" Vergo clenched his teeth together, his face burdened with lines of anger and impatience. How dare Law address him so disrespectfully! Clearly the male had learned nothing from their past sessions.

The hand over Law's shoulder squeezed his skin firmly. "You're not so different from me after all, Law. Your appetite for destruction seems to never cease." Chuckling softly, the blond leaned over the surgeon's shoulder and spoke once more. "Fix them or I'll destroy that little girl you recently cured." He turned his head to the side and whispered, "what was her name, Leanne, was it?"

The demon's voice made him physically cringe. How in the hell did Doflamingo know about that? Just how many eyes were around the town that worked for him? Did they also know about the ship he was building? Balling his tied hands into fists, Law furrowed his brows out of annoyance. The girl's life versus the handicapped executives, which would he choose? What would Corazon do? Well first of all…Corazon would no doubt sacrifice his life for that of another. Feeling mentally tortured for even thinking these thoughts, Law told himself: to hell with it. Odds were Doflamingo would kill her anyway, just to hurt him. Odds were, he would be threatened by her life over and over just so Doflamingo could get Law to do his bidding for as long as he desired. There was no doubt that his freedom would be affected greatly by Vergo if he were whole again. All of a sudden, he was physically shaken by Doflamingo, who was becoming impatient much like Vergo and Monet. "Well?"

"I'll do it," came a quick response.

"Hmph." Doflamingo began removing the collar from the spiky haired male's neck; his string binds slowly retreating from around the other in the process. He would be a fool not to be skeptical. At any rate, Doflamingo was prepared for Law's next actions.

Furrowing his brows as Doflamingo freed him, Law almost instantly came to a stand, stumbling in the process. Catching the edge of the table beside him with his hand, he steadied himself and coughed a few times due to the dryness of his throat. He needed water, food, and rest. Vergo, still gazing at Law from the table pressed his lips together and furrowed his brows. Ignoring him for the most part, Law looked down at his chest, his tattered shirt bothering him—but his afflicted skin a bigger irritation. Law couldn't lie to himself any longer, he was dizzy. Pressing his palm over his temple, while still gripping the table with his other hand, he took a deep breath and tried to focus. "Doflamingo. You were right. My appetite for destruction will never cease, especially if it involves you. ROOM." He swiftly let go of the table and raised his hand up in order to create a room that revolved about them and the entirety of their vicinity. Doflamingo came in to gift Law with a swift blow to the head, but the pirate swapped himself with the chair in order to dodge instantly. Without another thought, the surgeon placed his hand on Doflamingo's back as the chair exploded into bits from Doffy's blow—"Countershock!" Electricity bloomed along Doffy's back, causing him to hurdle forward and against the table, knocking it into the wall in the process. Vergo's head was sent flying among his other body parts. Taking advantage of the damage he had wreaked, Law quickly shambled his way out of the building as he had done days ago within his room ability. Monet had caught Vergo's head, and almost dashed after Law out the window but Doflamingo ordered her to stay and clean up the mess. He was furious.

There was no way in hell he would let Law leave again. Swiftly the feathery pink devil exited the building through the window and spotted Law, he wasn't too far off—there was no way he could get far with what little energy he had. Doflamingo immediately lashed out an overwhelming amount of strings and slashed the trees in the large front yard to barricade Law's path. He quickly shot some strings at Law and tried to yank him back. It was a slippery process since Law was determined to escape with whatever energy he had left, but in the end—the blond managed to snag his ankle and hurl him back into the mansion by flinging him up into the air and kicking him straight in the gut so that he'd come crashing through the window. In other words, Law was literally treated like a volleyball, spiked straight back into the room. The blow was so fierce it had him not only crash through the upper floor's window, but straight through the room and against the wall. Sliding down and sitting against the impacted wall, rubble crumbled around his limp body. Law's knees were bent, his hand hugging his abdomen as he heaved from the immense knockback. His head felt so heavy he could hardly think. Lifting his head up slightly, all Law could make out was the pink clothing Doflamingo wore. Uncontrollably, he lurched out a spurt of blood—his eyes blinking slowly and then locking onto Doffy's face as he leaned against the impounded wall.

"You don't care for the girl's life, do you Law?" The tall male took a few steps closer to Law, some rubble from the wall still rolling about from the blow.

Law heaved wearily, pressing the palm of his hand on the floor as if trying to get up. "Eh…" he murmured, "don't lie to yourself…you'd kill her either way." Law wiped his lip with his forearm, his sleeve now painted a dark red.

Merely a handful of inches away from Law now, Doflamingo crouched before the other. Eye to eye, the blond brought up a hand—causing Law to wince out of poorly timed anticipation. The notion made Doflamingo smirk, Law thought he was about to get hit in the face. Instead of doing just that, Doflamingo flicked Law's nose, causing the other to look the other way. Chuckling to himself lowly, the tan Adonis spoke once more. "Smart-ass. I've had enough of your rebellion today, Law…" He pressed two fingers on the heart pirate's forehead, "now put Vergo back together."

Law pushed Doflamingo's hand aside with one of his own, "…there is no reason for me to." If anything was clear as day for Law, it was the fact that if he made Vergo whole again, it meant that he was literally signing up for a world of hurt. Law couldn't even bare Doflamingo as it was…and who knew for how much longer? These impossible circumstances were beginning to get to him. He nearly lost himself at the end of their ship's travel. Doflamingo had physically and mentally drained him, to the point in which he had blindly let the other do whatever he wanted without much fight. Amber led was one of Doflamingo's favorite tools to torture him—it literally destroyed Law from the inside out. His devil fruit was a taxing one; and so it saved his life, time and time again.

"Ah, I see…then I'll give you a reason to." Doflamingo stood up and took a step back. He summoned a fiery string whip from the palm of one of his hands, "overheat." Without so much as a second pass by, he flung the whip straight at Law's chest. Law swiftly created a room and swapped himself with Monet. Oh, how clever he was! The timing was impeccable—Monet had taken the blow head on, and Doflamingo furrowed his brows angrily as veins rushed with blood beneath his skin. Monet screamed, and did her best to recover from the godly blow. She steered clear of Doflamingo's way, since that's what he wished. Law, now beside Vergo, coughed a few times against the table. As he did this, Doflamingo took advantage and whipped Law straight across his back. The action brought the surgeon down to his knees in a matter of seconds, Doflamingo whipping the other once more on impact.

Damn it. DAMN IT. He bit his lip. He was rendered useless.

Law cried out as his body trembled from shock. He placed both of his palms on the floor before him, as if praying before an invisible God—the table being the altar. A third, final whip soon crackled against his skin—his shirt now ripped further into shreds. Letting out a final scream, the tattooed male fell on his side and felt his body go limp. Vision blurring and head spinning, Law felt like he was drowning in fire. He blacked out, and fell unconscious.

Not satisfied, Doflamingo let his fiery string whip diminish into thin air. He stalked towards Law and picked him up, streaks of red from the whip's cuts visible on his back. The blond tossed the limp body on the bed that was not too far off, and turned to face Vergo and Monet. The woman was already cleaning up the mess, her very own feathers ruffled out of annoyance. A streak of red was visible across her side due to the blow she had suffered earlier.

"Doflamingo, allow me to spend some time with Law after I've been put back together…" Vergo sighed heavily, expecting no less from the damned brat. When would Law ever learn that he'd lost? Killing Corazon wasn't good enough, now was it? "Damn brat doesn't realize he's lost."

"Very well, Vergo. In time he'll come around…I'm certain."


Easing his eyes open, dark lashes parted to reveal storm-ridden irises. "Mhh…" came a soft murmur, Law's hand automatically cupping his temple. How could things turn so bad so quickly? He looked around, the sound of silverware clinking breaking the immediate silence. Easing himself up against the bedframe, Law saw Monet sitting at the table not too far off with a plate of food before her. Had she…patched him up? He briefly assessed himself and understood that she must have been the one. The bandages were meticulous and different from Doflamingo's methods of wrapping. For the first time in awhile, Law truly felt comforted, even if it was by an enemy that probably sought to kill him as well.

"You're finally awake. It's time for you to eat something." Monet stood from where she sat and shuffled towards the pirate. One of his wrists was chained to the bedframe with sea-prism, the other hand free in order to eat. She placed the plate on the surgeon's lap, and eyed him mysteriously. "I have a piece of advice for you, Law…don't fight him anymore. You've lost. If you continue to do what you're doing, he'll destroy you."

A pause of silence waded between them, and then he finally responded as he picked up the fork sitting idle on the plate. "Either way he'll destroy me, assuming he hasn't already…" Law took a bite of the chicken on the plate. It was delicious. The initial bite lit up the blazing hunger within him, indicating that he truly was starved. He picked up the pace and ate without paying much attention to Monet.

"Law there is a difference between being destroyed maliciously and being destroyed consensually." Monet spoke with neither benevolence nor malevolence herself, and with those puzzling words being said, she retreated from the surgeon's room and closed the door behind her. It was obvious she intended to alert her Master that Law was awake. Now…how long had Law been rendered unconscious anyway? Glancing towards the large window with the view of the town below, the pirate realized it was the next day. The sun seemed to be high in the sky, gray clouds still blocking it here and there. Sighing to himself, the surgeon finished his food and placed the plate on the nightstand beside the bed. What was Monet trying to achieve through talking to him, why would she even be talking to him? Perhaps she meant for him to get the message: play nice with Doflamingo and make some sacrifices, like put Vergo back together. It would perhaps mean less pain for him from Doflamingo, but there was no question that Vergo would want to destroy him physically afterwards…Law shuddered to himself, memories of past experiences as a child haunting his dark mind. Vergo was abusive; almost everyone seemed to have that dark side these days. Well, Doflamingo was the biggest predator and there was no comparison, but…Vergo. Law wanted him dead. To stay dead…

Letting his hand wander over his bare chest, he rubbed his pectoral and then massaged his thigh. Those leeches…they really knew how to bite. Scratching his lower back gently, Law felt his eyes sting once more, a few tears escaping those stormy hues involuntarily. Who was he kidding? He was hurting, oh how badly he was hurting…His body ached from the abuse. He could feel whiplash from the violence Doflamingo bestowed upon him so mercilessly, all the way from the bed of the ship, through the sand by the shore—was this truly an inescapable hell? Law curled himself into a ball on the bed, and buried his face against his forearm that rested against his legs. It was easy to stay focused, tense when others were around, but when he was alone…that was when he could really collect his thoughts and emotions. These were the times in which he could really assess his own heart, his own health…

I promised myself that I would get out of this mess…

Even if…it means to comply.

It was time to play a game with Doflamingo…and put up yet another façade. Law took a deep breath and wiped his face along his arm. He collected himself as best he could, despite the fact that his head and heart throbbed. Sniffling one final time, he realized that Doflamingo would be entering the room soon. Creaks sounded along the wooden floorboards, and soon enough that door was opened once more. In came Doflamingo, Monet, and Vergo in her arms. The bird-like lady stood by the table and placed Vergo down, along with his body parts in the duffle bag. Doflamingo came to Law's bedside, "You know what I want you to do, Law. There will be consequences if you don't comply." The tan Adonis chuckled, his arms folded over his chest patiently.

Looking up at Doflamingo, Law parted his lips to speak—but then he stopped himself and looked away from the other. Eyes landing on the window, the spiky haired male shook his chained wrist—indicating that he couldn't do what Doflamingo asked unless he was freed. Normally Law's silence meant compliance. With this thought running through his mind, Doflamingo freed the other with nothing but a smirk on his face. The feathery pink male was a predator, ready to attack and put down the surgeon like a dog if he chose to rebel once more. Law was aware of this, and he was still recovering from the prior day. He had no leverage here, no one here to back him up. It was insane; Law usually was perfectly fine on his own…but after getting so far into the mess of bringing down Doflamingo, there was no way the blond could ignore him any longer. Doflamingo had literally ripped Law from all of his resources. Swinging his legs over the bedside, Law stood up and walked past Doflamingo—evading physical contact as much as possible. He made his way towards Vergo and Monet, the woman stepping aside—allowing Law to have full view of Vergo and his parts. "Room." The surgeon created a virtually small room around him and Vergo…and soon enough he turned the morning room table into an operating table. He merged all of the male's body parts together, and in a matter of moments the room dissipated and Vergo was standing on his feet fully in tact. The second this was done; Law leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees, panting softly from the brief exertion. Recollecting himself rather quickly, Law stood upright once more and glanced over his shoulder at Doflamingo, waiting for the man's next move.

Vergo flexed his body, bent each of his arms and stretched out his muscles as best he could. "Ahhhhh! It feels so nice to be whole again!" Vergo grinned and moved about in an animated fashion. Monet, clearly overjoyed, gave the other a memorable hug and took a step back to let the man get a grasp of what it felt like to walk again. Eyes locking onto Law after a few moments, the male furrowed his brows angrily, recalling the horrific way he was left to die by Law's doing. He glanced at Doflamingo, who was merely grinning at the restoration of one of his top executives.

The blond placed both of his hands on his hips and addressed Vergo, "as promised, he's all yours. And…Monet. It's time for you to tend to the matters we discussed last night."

Nodding in agreement, Monet left the room with a smile. She pondered what would become of Law…if anything, she tended to be sentimental at times, but she knew well that the Young Master's way was the only way. She loved him dearly, and if Law was something he wanted to use as a tool, it was best to keep that tool alive and functioning despite the wretched torture he was destined to endure. Perhaps her words caused him to actually…reconsider?

Doflamingo took a seat on one of the soft armchairs not too far off from the window that overlooked the town. It was time to watch the show between Vergo and Law.

The male in the tuxedo addressed Law with a lethal tone, "…Do you have any idea what I've had to endure this past month? I was nearly incinerated, and that's exactly what you intended. You tried to kill me, isn't that right, brat?" Vergo approached Law slowly, his hands balled into fists.

"You tried to kill me, Vergo."

"It's Vergo-san!" Beyond frustrated by Law's intentional disrespect, the male lurched forward and slammed Law against the wall—his hand fastened tightly around the surgeon's neck. "Address me correctly." He tightened his grip around Law's neck, the pressure causing the younger male to choke and grasp onto Vergo's wrist with all of the strength he could muster.

"Gh…go to hell." Law sputtered. The surgeon summoned a room and swapped himself with the blanket from the bed not too far from them. It was all just to get out of Vergo's death grip…Law rolled off of the bed and onto the floor swiftly, thus entering Doflamingo's space by the window. "Mingo-ya…" came a soft whine of irritation as he sat up beside Doflamingo's feet. This was what he would get for complying? Well honestly, what else could he expect? Law rubbed the side of his neck, not in the mood to fight anymore. He didn't have much energy, despite the fact he had eaten a plate of food that he hardly digested yet. If anything, he felt like regurgitating it completely…

Laughing in a steady tone, Doflamingo ran a hand through Law's hair—as if he were petting a dog at his side. "We'll let it go for now, on one condition Law…Apologize to Vergo-san for what you did to him."

Bringing himself to a stand because he couldn't stand being pet by Doflamingo, Law turned away from Vergo and Doflamingo both. He took a few contemplative steps away from the two, sick of everything. Whatever. He glanced at Vergo, hatred swirling beneath his grey irises. "Forgive me, Vergo-san."

Vergo approached Law and grabbed the male by the upper arm, "we'll continue this later then, smartass." He let go of Law after shaking him forcefully, leaving the pirate uneasy where he stood.

"In the mean time…" Doflamingo swiftly wrapped some strings around Law's waist and flung him backwards so that he landed in the other's lap. "…how about another dose of amber lead, Law?"

"Mh," Law cringed as he was forced into Doflamingo's lap, "…no way in hell," the surgeon squirmed momentarily, only to find that Doflamingo cuffed one of his wrists with sea-prism in order to keep him under control.

"No? Then give me what I want…" the blond kissed the crook of Law's neck, his lips now nicking his earlobe. Doflamingo ran his hand down Law's chest and massaged his navel as indication...


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