Sorry it took me so long. You really have to be in the mood to write this kind of thing, otherwise it just sounds terrible.
With her hair tangled in his fingers, he took off from the deck of the ship using his geppo. Since Dressrosa was now so close, that's where he decided to her punishment would take place. It was only a few minutes before he was at the palace. He strolled though the double doors that marked the palaces entrance, still dragging her by the hair and entangled in his webbing. He climbed every flight of stairs until he came to the top floor. The room at the end of the hall was his destination. It was his bedroom. This would be her prison.
His room was also framed by double doors which he proceeded to kick open. He threw her effortlessly from the doorway, across the room onto his bed. The covers were a dark red velvet, befitting of an evil King. There was an open fireplace to her left that was already crackling, with a fur wolf skin rug laid out in front. The curtains on the windows were drawn and the luminous moonlight was flooding the room. That and the fire were her only source of light. The man behind her closed the doors and she then heard the click of the doors lock. She could hear his footsteps slowly approaching her from behind. She heard the light thud of his heavy feathery coat drop to the floor, which was followed by the fluttering of other clothing landing on the black wooden floorboards. She wanted to turn around, she wanted to see the man who was about to inflict upon her more pain than she could ever possibly imagine. If her bindings were not enough to prevent that, then the fear that paralysed her was. Suddenly the strings around her moved, pulling her body upright, turning her to face the man she feared.
He had his sunglasses off. This was the first time she could see his eyes. She now understood why he always wore them. It wasn't because he was hiding them out of shame. If anything, he was hiding them because they were so mesmerising. They were glowing under the moonlight, blazing a rich, dark red, like blood. Those red eye's suited him perfectly. His sun kissed, luminous skin shone silverfish and flawless under the moonlight.
He lifted his fingers, and with them, he tore into her clothing, shredding it round her petit body. Unlike him, her skin was milky and soft like a child's. It contrasted well against her long white hair which was now spread out across the red velvet bed sheets, and her icy sapphire eyes which were focussed on the man in front of her. He climbed on top of her and grabbed the kairoseki cuffs lifting them above her head. She struggled against him, trying to pull her hands down from over her head, but it was to no end. His physical strength was far superior to her own.
She shot him a defiant look before she spat out a string of curses at him, "Fuck you, I hope you burn in hell for this you asshole."
He looked down into her eyes and smiled, "Fufufu, as long as I get to go to heaven first, then I don't mind."
This man, he's insane. Logic and common sense just don't exist in his world. And right now, I'm smack in the centre of that maniacal world. Every shred of his madness, his hatred, his power and even his lust is being forced at me.
"You're insane!" Her veins were pulsating with anger as she felt his hands caress her chest.
"Hm, yes... Quite insane." He didn't even try to deny her recriminating words. If anything it was as though he was relishing every second of his psychosis, as though he may never get the chance again.
One of his huge hands slipped between her legs. They were sticky with her nervous sweat. He took his middle finger and played around a little with her clitoris. She let out a small, erogenous cry as she squeezed his hand between her legs, trying to foil its movement. But it was useless. Seeing her struggle to suppress her pleasure only made him want to see it more.
"Fufufu." He put his lips to the nape of her neck, kissing it gently as he moved towards her lobe, taking it between his teeth; he nipped at it a little until he saw her react by tensing her muscles, as he sent a tingling sensation down one side of her body. He then took his lips and traced them along her collar bone. After he noticed she was blushing and biting her lower lip to stifle her cries, he used his thigh to spread her legs.
She was so enraptured by his lips; she'd forgotten just how desperate her situation was. That was until she felt his leg, push hers apart. She jerked her elbows towards his face in an attempt to both free her hands and smash Doflamingo's face in. But they didn't even budge. She took her knee and tried to slam it into his groin. That also failed, but it gave her a small window of opportunity to head butt him hard enough for him to let go of her wrists. With her hands free she took the edge of the cuffs and smashed them into the side of his temple. Then pushing him off the bed to her right, she stumbled off the other side.
Before she had the chance to get to her feet herself, he grabbed a chunk of her hair and hauled her upwards, tossing her onto the rug. There was a sharp crack as the back of her head missed the wolf skin and hit the floorboards. She felt her scalp was wet as blood ran through and stained her hair. As Doffy went to approach, she kicked the back of his knee using her haki. He toppled over landing next to her.
"Fufufu, I love it when you're so defiant."
Before he had the chance to recapture his prize, she'd climbed on top of him, holding a fire iron and tried to bring it down on his head. He quickly evaded the attack by taking hold of her wrist and flinging her next to him. He discarded the fire iron and pushed apart her legs with both his hands, thrusting his thick, pulsating shaft inside her.
"Ahhh!" Her voice exploded as she couldn't contain the throbbing pain within.
He smiled with satisfaction and continued to brutally ravish her. The warm glow from the fire illuminated their faces. She had her hand over her mouth trying to muffle her sound of pleasure and anguish. He ripped her hand away, and pushed their lips together, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She was struggling to breathe, but not because she physically couldn't. It was because she couldn't focus on anything but her repressing anguish.
"Nnnh." She took the chain, holding her cuffs together and drove it against his throat, trying to push his face away. He grabbed the cuffs and slid them over his head, forcing her to embrace him as he slipped his tongue back into her mouth. If this continued, she'd end up enjoying her tortured pleasure before she suffocated to death in his arms.
A groan of relief left his lips as he relieved the palpitating pressure in his shaft, filling her inside with his hot, sticky nectar.
She laid there lifeless, panting, trying desperately to catch her breath. He got up and wandered into what she assumed was the adjoining bathroom. She heard the sound of running water and guessed he was in the shower; accept after a moment it stopped. Must have been the tap. She sat up and pulled her legs to her chest. A single tear escaped her eye as she felt a warm, furry blanket draped around her shoulders. She felt two large hands fondle her own small ones as the kairoseki was removed. She pulled the corners of the blanket together, covering her bare skin and looked up at him. He was sitting on the edge of the coffee table between the door and the rug with a glass of scotch in his hands. He looked a little frustrated.
"What have you got to worry about? Shouldn't you be relieved right now?"
He glanced down at her, curled up on the rug. Her hair mussed with a little blood smeared across various parts of her body. She was trembling with shock. Her eyes glassy with tears, even though she didn't let any fall past that initial drop. He thought to himself, with undertones of attrition, 'I did this to her. She's in pain because of me. Hm, I'm such a fool. How could I damage something so pure?'
He ignored her statement, and started his own line of questioning, "Are you okay?"
She stared up at him in disbelief, "Are you serious? You really care if I'm alright?" She stood up out of anger, the blanket just covering her private areas. But he could see his creamy coloured semen drizzle down her legs, mixed with blood.
"I do." He sounded emotionless and cold as ice, but that was only because he didn't know how to sound concerned. Worry wasn't an emotion he knew well.
The tears she'd been desperately trying to hold back began to flow.
"Fuck you. You don't get to care. All you get to do is sit there and appreciate the fact that I will hate you for eternity and there's nothing you'll ever be able to do to change that." She picked up the bottle of scotch at the end of the coffee table and smashed it over his head. A small cut appeared behind his ear.
"If you were actually capable of caring then you wouldn't have done it in the first place! You think because you're a Shichibukai and a King that you can do anything. But you're wrong. Your actions have consequences, and even if it takes me the rest of my life, I'll make you suffer, just like I have." She balled her fist and threw it into his cheek, barely leaving a mark due to her lack of energy and strength. She took both fists and started hitting them against his chest. He simply sat there and took it all, staring down at her as she sank to her knees in front of him.
"Good." She looked to him, in shock at the word he just used. "If what you say is true, then you'll never leave me. That's what I want. With this, you'll never be able to leave me again. Because if you do, then you might miss your chance to exact your revenge."
He scooped her up in his arms and took her into the bathroom. He grabbed a hand towel, wetted it and then cleaned her body. Wiping away all the cold sweat, and bodily fluids. He took her back into the bedroom and slid her under the sheets. He pulled the curtains closed to block out the moonlight as the fire also died down, immersing the room in darkness. He backed away from the bed, observing her now sleeping figure. He took up a chair in the corner of the room and continued observing her until he was no longer able to keep his eyes open. His last thoughts were, 'Maybe I am insane. However, as long as she keeps her hatred of me from this night locked inside her, then I won't have to worry about her ever leaving me again. I'll use any methods available to keep her, even if it costs me my sanity, even if it means she'll hate me for eternity, just like she said. I can't lose her. I just can't."