I do not own One Piece.
This chapter contains mentions of rape...if you do not want to read that, just skip the italic words.
I stare down at my hands as I finish my story, not really wanting to see everyone's reaction. I fidget slightly, feeling a little embarrassed having everyone's attention on me. I startle slightly, feeling a weight suddenly press against my chest.
"That much have been so terrible, Usopp!" Chopper wails loudly, tears and snot pouring down his face. I smile awkwardly and pat him on the head, not really use to any kind of affection.
"It's fine, Chopper," I reply shyly, feeling very awkward. I look up, seeing everyone staring at me. Nami with her hand covering her mouth and tears gathering in her eyes and Franky out right crying, though he claims otherwise. "There…there is no reason to get upset. No one can change what happened…It doesn't matter anymore," I reply, smiling slightly, staring down at my lap as I feel my face begin to heat up.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? Of course it matters," Nami yells, jumping up. "No one should be treated like that. It's not right." she insists before sitting back down and looking away. I stare at her wide-eyed for a second before looking back down, trying to hold the tears at bay.
"Don't worry, Usopp. If we ever see that guy again, or the guys who took you from Syrup, I'll kick their asses." Luffy says, grinning broadly. I smile back, feeling happier than I had in a long time.
"Let's just hope that he doesn't press that button and fry Long-nose into a crisp," Robin said looking thoughtful. Everyone looks at her in shock before turning back to face me.
"Ah, that's right…Do you want me to try and remove it?" Chopper asks staring up at me from his seat to my right. I look at them for a moment before shaking my head.
"No…it's fine. He shouldn't be able to use it this far away…and I wouldn't want to bother you…it's fine, really," I stammer out. They look at me confused for a moment before nodding their heads. I sigh in relief, thankful that they dropped it so easily.
After a few minutes, Sanji gets up to start making dinner and I stand up to follow him. We begin cutting up ingredients in silence. I felt a little awkward, usually Sanji or I would be saying something, but the air felt so tense that I don't think I would be able to force anything out. We work in an awkward silence for awhile, I shoot Sanji glances every once in a while, but he never meets my eyes. Feeling slightly dejected, I begin setting the table.
Dinner starts as usual. Luffy stealing everyone's food, while everyone else ate as fast as possible to avoid having their food stolen. I never really have to worry about that, Luffy seems to think I need the food more than him, but today I wish he would steal it…I don't really feel like eating anything. I sit there, pushing my food around with my fork.
"Usopp? Is something the matter?" I look up to see everyone staring at me in concern.
"Oh…I…I'm just not hungry, I guess," I mumble, turning my head away. I sigh softly in relief when a rubber arm stretches forward and grabs my plate, before dumping the contents into a waiting mouth. "I…I think I am going to get some fresh air," I say, standing up and walking out onto the deck. I take a seat on the grass, leaning against the wall and pull my knees up to my chest.
I sit there until everyone had finished dinner and came out onto the deck. I helped Sanji with the dishes, assuring him that I was fine and didn't need him to make me something light to eat. After finishing with the dishes, I head to the bunkroom, deciding it would probably be best if I just went to sleep.
Shifting my arms, I gasp in pain as the cuffs begin digging into my wrists. Tears begin pouring down my face as I hear the door slowly open and shut, before heavy footfalls begin making their way towards the large bed I was currently tied to. I yank at my arms and legs, ignoring the pain that flares as I plead for him to let me go. To not do this. But I knew it was useless. He never listened….None of them ever listened. But I had to fight this…If I didn't, I would never be able to live with myself. As it begins, I stop struggling, knowing that it would only make things worse. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to make myself believe that this wasn't really happening…that this wasn't me tied to the bed. He collapses on top of me, causing all of my breath to rush out. I lay there, chained to the bed, struggling to breath until he decides to get up and I am led back to my cell.
Shooting up in bed, I gasp for air. My skin feels clammy and slick with a cold sweat and I notice tears flowing from my eyes. Looking around, I notice everyone is asleep, thankfully my fearful wakening didn't causing them to wake up. Jumping out of bed, I dash onto the deck, throwing myself at the rail and emptying my stomach over the side.