Being a hostage

When Sanji finally woke up, his head hurt like hell and he felt disoriented. He touched his head gently and felt confused. What had happen to him? At first, he thought for sure he was in his room. Slowly, Sanji realized that he wasn't. He was in closed cell without any windows. The pain in his head slowly faded. He remembered what happened now, someone had hit him from behind before he could see who it was, and that someone wasn't alone, they had company. What did they want from him and why they were there, Sanji wanted to ask, but mostly, he knew he was in big trouble now.

It frightened him, but he tried to stay calm and explore the environment first before he panicked. He look around the small cell. The wooden floor was cracked and full of holes, the dark wooden walls were rotting away from moisture and other things he didn't want to know. The only window he could see was in the next room, outside of his cell, and the room was much cleaner than his. It had a small table with two chairs and a refrigerator.

Damn them all, he already hated this cell and he'd only been there for two minutes. When he saw the assholes that hit him, he would kill them! Sanji cursed under his breath. No he wasn't going to be scared of them, even if he felt scared right now. He wasn't going to let them win!

Sanji jumped when the door opened. Three men in black coats and tight black shirts with a weird symbol on them came inside. One of them was larger and fatter than the others. One, who was skinny with a tattoo on his neck and a little chain hair on his cheeks, stared at him in amusement. He looked like an idiot you could find anywhere on the street. The last one was very tall with black glasses and very long hair. Sanji could not see the long haired man's eyes, but he look clever and elegant to him. Sanji knew right away that he need to be very careful of this guy.

The tattooed guy laugh darkly at Sanji's stares, and moved closer to his cell. He bent over to meet his eyes.

"Hello little royal rat, how was your beauty sleep? Hahaha."

Sanji glared at him in silence. He knew what the man was trying to pull and he wasn't going to fall for it. He could go fuck himself, at least he knew how to deal with idiots like him. He wasn't worth Sanji's time, he only needed to think about how to get out of this stupid cell and come back home. If he could even go back home, from where he was now. Wherever he was.

"What is it? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you're not a rat, you're a mouse. Come little mouse… want to play?" the tattooed guy said, and hit the bars of the call with his knife. What the hell was wrong with this guy?! Sanji started to feel really creep out from his behavior and the way he looked at him like a play thing.

Couldn't he just fuck off and leave him alone?!

It was bad enough to be trapped in this disgusting cell after being hit on the head, now this creep was trying to mess with him. The world really hated him, Sanji admitted. Damn this world and this shitty situation. Just when he had started to feel good and enjoy his royal life, this had to happen, Sanji really wanted to hit this guy hard in the face, but he couldn't, so instead, he just glared at him and wished the man would die from the murderous look in his eyes. Why couldn't a look kill someone when he wanted it to?!

The tattoo guy kept laughing at his look and signaled for him to come closer to the bars with his hand, the sadistic amusement not leaving his face. Fine, two could play this game. And Sanji wanted someone to take out all his anger and frustration on.

"Will you leave the kid alone! How old are you?!" The long haired man try to make him stop, but the tattooed guy ignored him with a laugh

"Come on man, I'm just messing around with him a bit."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," the long haired man sighed and moved to sit on the couch with the other guy. They talked in whispered voices so that Sanji could not hear. Assholes!

Sanji moved closer to the bars with pride and a smile. To his surprise, he wasn't scared at all of the man, even if he had a knife in his hand. Sanji had seen plenty of knives in the kitchen before. The guy didn't look like he could use it even if his life depended on it. He wasn't sure how he knew this, but he somehow did. So he stood closer to the creepy guy that played with his knife in front of his face.

What? Trying to show off now? He could go ahead and fucking try, Sanji would show him.

"You better stop looking at me like that or your royal face might get hurt" the man said, trying to frighten him by putting his knife close to Sanji's face, not that Sanji show him any sign of fear.

He would show him what happened to the ones who called him a "mouse". He fought with the cooks and had won before, so this one was nothing.

When the guy's hand was close enough, Sanji bit down hard with all his might. He hoped his bite was hard enough to make the asshole bleed. The tattooed guy screamed in panic and dropped the knife at Sanji feet. He hit Sanji's face and hurried to take his hand away from the cell. Sanji smiled in satisfaction, who was the mouse now, asshole?!

"I told you to leave the kid," the long haired man said. He sounded satisfied by the results too, with a little smile on his face.

"Aghhh the brat bit me! He bit me, I'll kill him!" the tattooed guy screamed and his eyes nearly popped out from his face. He looked so furious, and Sanji was glad he was behind bars that separated them.

The long haired guy got up from the couch and put his hand on the tattooed guy's shoulder, shaking his head.

"Just forget about him, he's only a decoy."

With last murderous look at Sanji, the tattooed guy turned to the long haired man and snorted at him.

"Fine! But some day, I will strangle him!" With that final warning, he moved to the couch and sat down to talk in whispers to the other two man.

Sanji relaxed a little on the dirty, wooden floor and took a deep breath. His eyes wondered to the knife on the floor and Sanji bent down to pick it up to his hands. This was going to be a long and hard struggle, Sanji just knew it. It was going to be hell, and his only weapon was his brain, his mouth and now this knife.

He would have to survive no matter what!

TBC