A day in a cell

Sometime later in that room, the men were just ignoring Sanji's existence in the cell, and were just talking to each other, like nothing was wrong there. They ate and looked at some maps and items they had brought with them. Without understanding why, Sanji became restless. It was one thing to ignore him, but something else entirely to eat in front of him without sharing. Added to all this, he hadn't eaten anything since he'd woken up, a time period of what he figured was some good five or six hours already or more. He could not tell the time, but he felt his stomach start to rumble.

His stomach started to make annoying weird noises – damn these assholes, they should go to hell! Sanji tried to hold his stomach rumbling away from his mind, since he really needed answers.

After a while, the guys decided to come back to their "hide out place", whatever that place was, and started to pack their things away and leave.

After the two guys gone, the long haired guy made to exit too. Sanji ran to the bars and called out to him. He held the cell bars tight, trying to make the long haired man notice he was there.

"Wait! Please, what did you mean when you said I was "only a decoy"? Decoy for what? For what purpose am I being used for?! Tell me" Sanji gritted his teeth.

Why was he even trying to talk to this guy? He had no idea, but he had to try something. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now! And he really didn't want to stay alone in this room. Sanji had a feeling he could get some information from this guy, since he was the most reasonable one out of all of them, or at least that was his impression from the man's looks and actions.

Anyway, Sanji hoped he could at least talk to this guy, but when he didn't hear any answer, he continued to try asking. He really needed something, and right now anything would be good enough for him. Anything that could fill the void in his brain.

"Why am I here? Where is this place? Why did you need to kidnap me? And what did you do in my room?! Answer me damn it!"

Sanji started to lose his patience. If it was from his hunger or just the feeling of being locked up in a small disgusting space, he didn't know. Either way, he was sick of this man and sick of this entire situation. He better give him some answers!

"How cute…you trying to find some answers. I don't really mind telling you, but I don't have the time. Sorry," he said with a smile, and left Sanji there without letting him answer back. It made Sanji's blood boiled with anger. He hit the bars with his feet, hands and head – the last one hurt like hell, and he felt blood coming out from his forehead. Shit!

Damn all of these assholes, why did he even think that could work! It was so humiliating, now he just wanted something bad to happen to this guy or to disappear from this world entirely. On the positive side, Sanji was alone and free to do whatever he wanted. If he could ever mange to get out of this cell.

What bothered him the most was not the cell, but where he really was. If only he could take a peek and see outside of this room, but he didn't have any windows nearby, and the only window that was there wasn't that much help.

He felt so exhausted for some reason, but he wasn't ready to give up. Although, his head felt a little dizzy - was it from him hitting the bars with it or the hunger from his stomach? He could not tell which one, but he wasn't going to let that interfere with his escape plan. He still had power to do something, so might as well use it when he could.

The knife he'd picked up earlier was hidden in part of his pants. Sanji had hid it so no one could see he still had it. He came closer to the lock of his cell door and put the edge of the knife in the lock. It was a shame the cooks had never taught him how to unlock doors, that would have been very useful right now! Then again, he could never have expected to be kidnapped, no one could.

He tried to spin the edge in circle, back and forward. Damn it, it was more complicated than what they wrote in stories. When they described shit like this, it seemed so easy to do! Sanji tried to spin it in several directions, but of course, the lock had to be a little bitch and not open for him! After twenty minutes, well, he assumed it had been twenty minutes and not an hour, he left the damn lock and took the knife in his hand with a deep sigh.

It just didn't work out for him, nothing was working for him today – the world hated him! So he just sat there like the kid he was, because he hated this place. He wanted to go home, he wanted to eat and sleep in his bad, but he couldn't. So he just sat there in silence for a little while, trying to think of something else that could get him out of this mess.

After he rested for a little while, Sanji got up and tried again to open the lock. This time he would be more patient, maybe that would help a little, and then he could get out of here. But his luck was against him, since it seemed the luck wasn't going to open, no matter what he did to it.

Finally, after long hours of trying and screaming at the stupid lock to open, Sanji gave up and lay down on the cold floor. It was an entirely new experience to him and not in a good way! The important part was that he was still alive, still breathing – and that was all that matter to him now. Even if his stomach hurt, he was still alive and well. That was what he kept telling himself over and over again, because if he didn't, he might start to cry or panic. He didn't want to do either of those things, so the only thing he could do right now was stay optimistic.

It seemed to be working, because his eyes shut down and he felt himself falling into a deep sleep. But even in his sleep, the nightmares tortured him. Soon after he fell asleep, Sanji woke up and felt tears in his eyes. His body shook and it was so cold that he could barely remember where he was. Sanji took a slow, deep breath and tried to calm himself. Slowly, he wiped his tears from his eyes and cheeks, remembering how thirsty he was. After he was done with his face, Sanji tried to curl up his body tightly to get a little warmer, but it didn't seem to work.

How much longer could he stay there like this without dying? He hoped not for a long time, since it really was a nightmare! But how much longer were they going to leave him here? A day? A week? Two weeks? A month? Sanji felt his body begin to shake again, and it wasn't because of the cold in the room this time.

His hope started to fade away too, and it wasn't good. Since when did he give up so early?! When had he become so weak?! Sanji really started to hate his pitiful and weak side, the side that gave up. He refused to give up, not now and not ever!

TBC