How does it feel, reading the second chapter after a whole freaking year?

My sincere apologies, I ran over a bus. Was that believable enough? Okay, nevermind. Eh, life is busy, college being a hell hole like always, now I really wish I got run over by a bus ffs.

Mild warning, I use curses more than an average normal person.

And thank you so much for the overwhelming response on chapter one! Like wtf you little sadistic suckers. XD

Long story, short. Here's the much anticipated chapter two of "Her Slave". Enjoy!

Chapter Two.

I wasn't always the type to get into messed up, beyond questionable situations. Who am I kidding? Freaking pink hair head-butted me into oblivion and I don't know where the fuck I am or the fact that I still live or not because damn, that girl had boulders in place of her hands.

Look at me, raging in my thoughts while I'm terrified to even open my eyes, everything smelled as if I'm surrounded by heaps of dead fish. Is it that I'm drowning and this is the part where I contemplate life? I swear, not the best place to end your legacy, sinking deeper into the big blue, nobody finding my corpse and people end up thinking that I was going through a rebellious phase, eloping with some girl, specifically, away from this island. I got news for you all, I'm actually, in fact, drowning. Help.

Well, even if my time was near. I would've preferred dying in my mom's bakery with freshly made buns by my side. The line between my fantasy and reality is too much for someone to comprehend. LIKE THIS WHOLE DAY, IN A NUTSHELL.

"Wake up, ya filthy villager." I heard and if memory didn't fail me, the voice belonged to the chubby looking pirate from earlier today, who had a corpse lying near his feet before I blanked out. It'd be best to keep my eyes shut or else I'd have the same fate. I was caught by surprise as I felt a strong grip on my shoulders, shaking me into consciousness even though, I was already in my senses; mind you chubby. Judging from his grip, I'll probably last a few minutes before I end up sleeping with the fishes. I let out a proud smile at my godly timed pun. But, this happy moment didn't last long, both the grip and my grin faded as I knew, for sure, that I'm definitely fucked.

I really hope that something comes over him like sympathy. I mean, he could help me out of this situation and probably, present me with a burning hot cup of tea. All it requires is a change of heart-

"Achhh!" I felt pain enveloping my stomach, every part of me ached, it was unbearable. My eyes shot open and my body registered the pain as I started coughing hysterically. I clenched the fabric of my shirt in hopes of keeping the adrenaline at bay. After a few minutes, my breathing gained back it's normal momentum. The first thing I did was to face the culprit, punching him would come eventually. I judged his features for any sign of 'guilt', unfortunately, it was the very opposite. A smirk lay proudly on his face which meant one thing; no tea for me.

"Are you actually out of your goddamn mind!?" I yelled out, my tone dripped with annoyance but the man in front of me didn't even flinch. Well, other than that, his smirk grew wider, clearly showing how humourous he found my little outburst to be. "Don't blame me, kid. I thought captain kidnapped a rather insane one. Who in living blazes smiles like a killer in their sleep, huh?" He said while chuckling a bit to himself. His accent wasn't what I expect, less pirate like and more posh. What next? He gets offended when blood stains ruin his designer clothing? Oh my god, chubby.

"Killer!? I apologise for acting out my normal features while I'm asleep. Say that to my face one more time, you chubby!" Regret, regret overcame me as soon as those words left my mouth. Chubby grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me towards him while I made a weird weasel yelping noise in the process.

"Honestly, It'd be best if you could gain a few pounds yourself, skinny bastard." his voice shook me like a storm, I couldn't believe my ears. Did I just get out sassed? And by a pirate, of all people.

You know, if I wasn't tied up or had chains of death clasped around my wrists...and maybe if I wasn't a total wimp, I would've sacrificed him to a shark or some giant glutton eating fishes. And that reminds me, I turned sideways, inspected my surroundings. Pirates, fishes and shootings, it's been all leading up to this...I'm actually in a pirate ship.

Talk about getting into fucked up locations. Before I could ask for more details, I was silenced by the deafening noise of footsteps nearing the room or most likely a prison cell.

"Make way! Captain coming through!" I gulped slightly, fearing what will become of me. The wooden floor bed creaked from outside the locked door, the owners of those voices were right behind that rickety door; an entrance that blocked those pirates and myself from engaging. I squirmed a bit in my position.

"Chouji! Open up the door!"

"Don't keep the Captain waiting!"

The guy sighed whilst getting up with a scowl present on his lips. He brushed away a few strands of hair from his forehead, moving his hand at the neck, massaging it, clearly taking his precious time. I could hear someone stomping their boots impatiently behind the door. But, he took no attention as his hands were above his head, being stretched as if they were sore from merely punching me straight in the stomach.

"Chouji." this time, it was a woman. Quite a stern tone, if I say so.

"Dear Captain, as you see, we didn't install any lock in the doors of this ship. So, it's easier for you to get inside." Chouji declared, without losing his tempo. I was both terrified and amused, for a guy like me who bit his tongue during recitals, that's obviously admirable.

The door burst open, revealing all the wild crew members with their dirty attires and malicious auras. Makes you wonder if Sir Chouji here might be the only ray of sunshine in this ship.

"Did you make the prisoner feel a little comfortable, eh Chouji?" Pineapple hair asked.

"By 'comfortable' you mean, our way, perhaps?" he replied, smirking. I never felt this emotionally drained in my entire life, I hope my misery ends here. As those words crept on to my mind, my eyes spotted those prominent pink strands. Those unmistakable emerald eyes and the smug look on her face, I squeezed my hand tightly, my blood boiled at the very sight of her. And thus, was the final nail in the fucking coffin.

"Y-you-"

Is in the midst of crying and laughing. I can't-

Um. Don't give up on this story, hm?

I'm already writing chapter three. It'll be updated after another year- jk, soon.

Love you all so much!