Tsulle sat calmly, cross legged, chained by one arm in the gloriette. Nothing disturbed her. Nothing made her wince or fear or hope. Tsulle had seen days and nights pass, and had been had by more men than she could recall. She was popular. Shows were well attended. Her mind empty, her limbs fatigued, she only sat. Nothing changed. Nothing varied in any way. She would sit. She would wait. Sometimes she would eat. Sometimes she would piss. The show would start. She would do as she was told to do. They wanted her to plead and struggle and cry, so she did. She did not feel desperation. She did not feel any glimmer of a chance of escape, nor did she allow herself to desire it. Nothing changed, ever.

Until late that morning, almost noon. She knew the time because she heard the guards change. There was a scuffling, a wrenching scream from beyond the door. Tsulle wondered briefly if something interesting might happen.

The door burst open, and two guards wrestled a writhing, screaming, fighting red headed woman into the gloriette. The woman's wrists and ankles were bound, but she arched and curled her back, kicked her legs together at the knees, struck out to bite her captors, snarled at them and tried to twist her shoulders from their grasp. She was like an alien, a foreign creature. Tsulle looked at her with amusement.

"There," one guard huffed, out of breath. "Damn harpy's chained in. Gods be damned, I don't envy whoever tries to take that one…"

The other muttered in agreement as the two left and closed the heavy door behind them.

The woman lay on her side, arms chained above her head, feet chained to a ring mounted in the stone floor. She breathed heavily, looking wildly around her. Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed Tsulle. "Who are you?"

"My name is Tsulle."

"This place…why?" the woman's voice shook, as she tried to gulp down the trembling.

"What do you mean?"

"Why do they do this?" she shook her arms, testing the strength of the chains. "We have to get out of here."

"You can't get out."

The redhead really looked at Tsulle for the first time, appraising her. "How old are you?"

"Twelve, sir."

"What?"

Tsulle shook her head. "Fifteen."

"Okay…how long have you been in here?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Do you know the date when you came in here?"

"No."

"Well, it doesn't matter. We'll both get out of here, okay?"

"Why?"

The woman looked at her, shocked. "What do you mean, 'why?' I know what they do here. Haven't they…hurt you?"

"Yes."

"Well, don't you want to get out?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Why in flying hell does it not matter?!"

"Why does it? It's not any different out there."

"Tsulle," the woman sighed. "I'm getting you out of here. That's all there is to it. Life out there can be a lot different than it is in here. Out there, there's freedom, drive, new things and places and people, and friends."

Tsulle looked at her dully.

"Of course, we can start by being friends in here. My name is Nami. It's nice to meet you. Wish I could shake your hand, but…" Nami shrugged as best she could. "We'll shake hands once we're free, okay?"

Tsulle said nothing. Who was this Nami woman? And why was she so full of…hope?

"I have friends. Strong ones. People who care about me. I absolutely know they will come for me as soon as they possibly can. And I know that when they get there, they will kick all the asses of all the people keeping us here. And I promise that you'll be freed along with me. We'll get out together. And you'll find out that life isn't just a moldy jail cell and a bunch of filthy jerks who haven't learned any manners yet."

She was too glib. She didn't know anything yet. She would learn.

"Now, if I can just…" Nami tried twisting her hands, tried leaning in other directions, working to free herself, to no avail.

Tsulle watched, detached. The door opened. Two men came in: Edar and Horan. Tsulle started to shift to get into the position they liked best just now, on hands and knees, ass in the air.

"No, sweet Tsulle. New girl's turn." Edar looked at Nami.

"I warn you—whatever you do, my friends will pay you back a hundred times over."

"Is that so?" Edar asked, amused. With rocketing speed, he leaned back, fist clenched, and nailed a punch into Nami, slamming her against the wall, expelling her breath in a giant ooph, followed by a wheezing, painful inhalation. "They'll pay me back?" He punched her in the gut again with his other fist. "That's kind of funny, because I'm paying you back right now." First fist again. Nami coughed a spray of blood. "You see, you and your friends stole valuable property from me." Another punch. Nami slumped forward. "And I'm being generous. I'm not asking for my money back." Another hit. "Instead, I'm just going to indulge in a hobby of mine. I'm going to have some fun. " A final punch. Nami felt ribs cracking. "Doesn't that sound nice, Princess?" Edar lifted her blood-slippery chin in his hand. "I said, doesn't that sound like fun Princess?" Nami nodded weakly. "Good. Sounds like we have an understanding." Edar turned toward the door. "Bring him in."

Horan carried in Luffy, reddened marks on his face, his chest, his abdomen. He'd been hit, but was by no means broken. When he saw Nami, he yelled. "What the hell did you do?! I told you I'd kill you if you hurt her!" He struggled to get away, but was unable to with the weakening powers of the sea prism bindings.

Luffy's eyes opened wide in panic as Edar spoke. "I'm so glad you're here. I really wanted you to see this. I really wanted you to enjoy this, because you people stole the last thing we'd enjoyed so much." He reached toward Nami.

"Get away from her," Luffy growled.

Edar stared directly at Luffy. "No." He then turned back to Nami and brandished a small knife. Nami saw it and gasped, bracing for the cutting blade. She didn't feel the laceration, though. She opened her eyes. He was cutting her clothes—cutting her pajamas so they fell away from her. She blushed, ashamed as she sat in front of her captain nude. "Lovely," Edar murmured.

He stood in front of Nami, ensuring she could see him and began to slowly unbutton his fly. "No," she muttered. "Please…"

"Aaaarrrrgh!" Luffy struggled, enraged.

"Please…" tears began to gather in Nami's eyes. "Please don't."

Edar took his erect penis out, stroking its length. "Please don't…" Nami was crying in full now. Edar smiled. He stepped close to her and lay his cock against her cheek, caressing her, tears lubricating the movement. She continued to sob as he lowered himself to press against her breasts, now rubbing her nipples as she shivered in fear. He reached downward, feeling about, finding and pressing hard against her clitoris. Nami cried out. He suddenly grabbed her calves, pulling her downward so she was half-lying on the stone floor, arms straight up in chains, cunt exposed.

"Nami! Nami! No!" Luffy yelled at the top of his lungs.

Edar laughed, snorted, and spat thick spittle into Nami's face as he lowered himself further, preparing to enter her. His glans brushed against her outer lips as the door flew open, slamming with incredible force against the wall.

"Get the fuck away from her!" thundered Sanji, as he ran into the room, landing a kick of incredible force against Edar's head, snapping his neck backward, a look of stunned surprise on his ugly face.

Sanji kicked again and again, landing lethal blows on Edar's neck, chest, head, and so many to his face, that he was a reduced to a silent, still, unrecognizable pulp mere seconds after the first hit landed.

The other asshole was backing up, making a run for it, dropping Luffy and scampering toward the door, cowardice pulling his mouth into a howl. He didn't get far.

Zoro met him at the door, face shadowed in unspeakable hatred. There was a sharp sound; Zoro's arms moved with unexpected speed. The man's face was cut away, his chest flayed, guts hanging out, testicles in a lump on the floor. But he hadn't killed him yet.

Zoro leaned in, his mouth centimeters from the quivering man's ear. "That was for Robin. This is for Nami." He angled two swords upward and thrust them up through the man's rib cage, parallel lines cushioning his heart, and lifted him over his head, launching him off the blades into the wall behind him. "And for every other woman you've ever victimized." With a lightning fast slice, the man's head rolled away from his ruined body.

Zoro strode into the room, blood glistening on his chest.

Sanji had aimed a few carefully placed kicks and broken Nami's manacles, freeing her. She remained in place, though, sobbing still. Sanji leaned down to her, speaking quietly to her. Nami nodded occasionally, and after a few moments, Sanji wrapped his arms around her, and Nami shook, crying against his shoulder, face buried against his collar, hands gripping the front of his shirt.

Zoro looked at Luffy, breathing heavily, murder in his eyes. "I knew you guys would come."

Zoro nodded. "I'm sorry we weren't here sooner."

Luffy nodded as well. "I know."

Zoro broke Luffy's cuffs with one of his swords, freeing the captain. Luffy stretched, then pointed at Tsulle. "Don't forget her."

Zoro looked at the woman. He corrected himself; she was only a girl, hardly more than a child. He walked to her. "Hold still, okay? I'm going to break these off you."

She didn't say anything, just looked at him, dully.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

She remained kneeling before him, looking up at his concerned face. She reached upward to him, and Zoro at first thought she needed help to stand, but then she unexpectedly extended her hands to his fly, fingers fumbling. "What are you doing?" Zoro stepped back.

"I…I…" the girl looked down. "What do you want?"

Zoro was shocked into silence.

"Do you want pussy instead?" the girl started to turn around, and Zoro reached down to gently grab her arm.

"No, I don't want that. I don't want anything from you."

The girl looked lost. "I know I'm ugly now. I'm sorry I displease you, sir."

"Gods in heaven," Zoro sighed. "Let's get her back to the ship and we can figure this out there."

Sanji had since shed his jacket and had wrapped Nami in the deep blue fabric. Zoro removed his haramaki again, struck by the sense of repeating such a horrific task. He attempted to cover the girl, and she sat stone still, like an animal about to be shot. He sighed again and tucked it over her shoulders, gathering at the hips to let it hang like a skirt. "Good enough. Come here." On shaky legs, clearly terrified to disobey, the girl stood. "Can you walk?" She just stared at him. "Probably not. Okay." Zoro picked her up, under knees and shoulders. Her hands moved to her mouth, covering, lest she cry out. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I'm just going to take you some place safe." The girl didn't respond and gave no indication she'd heard him.

Luffy led the way out of the jail, stepping over the slaughtered bodies Zoro and Sanji had left in their wake while breaking in. Sanji followed with Nami, still sniffling and holding on to him with an arm draped over his shoulder. Zoro brought up the rear with the unknown girl, stiff as a board, trembling like a thousand leaves in a typhoon. As they emerged into the light, the few people on the street around them stared, visibly startled, but said nothing and did not intervene. They boarded the ship. Chopper met them on deck and gestured wordlessly to the infirmary.

Franky nodded as each stepped on board, and piloted the ship out of the docks of Ellep Town, never again to return.