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Sanji woke up early the next morning, already accustomed to getting up at dawn to prepare breakfast for the crew. He looked around the cell room. Zoro was on the other side still asleep and the other prisoners lay scattered about. His mind wandered back to the crew again. He wanted to get back to them soon.
After a while, everyone gradually began to wake up and a warden came by to bring food. It was a mad dash for the food, with some of the prisoners even beating each other up over the few scraps that were served as breakfast. Sanji thankfully managed to get something for himself and Zoro, who was still sleeping. He frowned at the food. By the appearance, he couldn't even really tell what it was.
"Hey, marimo, get up," He kicked the swordsman in the side. Zoro's eyes shot open.
"What the hell shit cook!?" he shouted.
"Breakfast," Sanji dropped Zoro's portion into his hands. Zoro glared angrily at the cook for a few more moments before beginning to eat. Sanji sat down next to him to eat. It seemed to be some kind of meat, but was prepared horribly. Food was food though, and he would never waste.
Sanji vaguely noticed as other prisoners were taken from the room, and then brought back looking much worse than when they left. It wasn't long before it was his turn, once again, to be questioned.
He got up and followed the guards out. Zoro had left a while earlier but hadn't returned yet. He briefly wondered how they were questioning the marimo. He was once again brought down to that basement like room but this time his handcuffs were attached to a thick chain dangling from the ceiling in the center of the room. The torturer grinned, walking up to him.
"This'll be fun," he reached out and grabbed hold of Sanji's shirt and jacket in a fist. Then he pulled out a knife and tore away the expensive clothes, leaving Sanji shirtless.
"What the hell!?" Sanji shouted. This guy had no idea how hard it was to get suits on the Grand Line. The man ignored Sanji and instead walked over to a rack lined with various tools. He selected what looked like a leather whip with a sharp point on the end.
"So, feel like answering my questions today?" the man asked, experimentally snapping the whip in the space next to Sanji.
"Not really," Sanji shifted his wright a bit on the chain. This dangling was making his wrists ache.
"Very well," the man lashed out with the whip and the pointed end tore across Sanji's chest. He clenched his teeth as pain spread from the wound. Blood streamed from the tear in his flesh and ran down his chest. The man slowly walked around Sanji, lashing out with the whip everywhere. But there was no way Sanji was going to tell this man anything to betray his nakama.
"Come on, this will be easier for you if you just speak," the man huffed.
"Piss off," Sanji spat. The whip struck out at his face, forcing him to turn his head. He could feel the blood dripping down his face and body from the various lacerations caused by the whip.
"This doesn't seem to be working. Maybe I'll try something else," the man sighed, walking back over to the rack of tools. He put the whip back and scanned over the other tools there. Sanji watched quietly, trying to ignore the searing pain all over his body.
"Ah, this will do," the man turned back around with a malicious sneer and a knife in his hand. Sanji watched him approach, sending off silent death threats.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you," the man said, stopping less than a foot away. Then he brought the knife up and pressed it against Sanji's chest until it just broke the skin before dragging it down. Sanji clenched his teeth harder, refusing to give this man any satisfaction. Even something as simple as showing that he was in pain.
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Zoro sighed, looking lazily around the cell room. This place was getting boring… The person who had been trying to get information from him thought repeatedly dunking his head in a barrel of water would work, the idiot. Luffy was probably wondering where he and Sanji were by now; it would be best to escape soon. 'Maybe tonight' Zoro thought, glancing over at the bars blocking his escape. 'Or in the morning..'
He would just have to wait for the guards to bring Sanji back from his questioning, then they could figure out some way to leave. Instead, some guards came to take him from the cell once again. He grumbled in annoyance at the thought of having to wait even longer to escape but followed them anyways. They brought him to a different room this time, one downstairs. When he got there, he was surprised to see Sanji, chained to the wall with blood dripping from his body and looking pissed.
"What the hell cook? Why are you here," he blurted. Sanji looked over at him and glared.
"I could ask you the same marimo," he snapped. But something about his voice sounded off, almost weaker. Zoro wondered if the cook was okay, but controlled his features. He wouldn't give the other man in the room, the one who probably did this, the satisfaction of seeing him worried.
"Now now, I didn't bring you here to argue," the other man in the room said. Then he gestured to the guards and they tightened their grip on Zoro. The swordsman glared at the guards but did not struggle. He wanted to know what was going on first.
"It doesn't seem that simple methods will work on you. I'm going to try something new to get information and you- marimo was it? - have just given me the perfect idea," he sneered. Zoro's eyes narrowed in a scowl.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'll give both of you one chance, tell me where you crew is and how to beat them. If you don't, I'll make sure you regret it," he said, looking over a rack filled with various tools.
"Like hell we would," Sanji stared coldly at the man.
"Nothing will make us abandon our crew," Zoro added. The man paused in his selection to glance over at Zoro.
"Very well," the man had a strange glint in his eye. His hand hovered over the tool rack before selecting a somewhat large hammer. Zoro frowned as the man shifted his grip on the hammer and walked over to Sanji.
"You said your friend was a cook, yes?" he looked over his shoulder at Zoro, his sneer widening into a gleeful smirk. Zoro's eyes widened. 'No!' his eyes met Sanji's and for probably the first time, his nakama looked terrified. The man lifted the hammer up. Sanji began to thrash against the chains.
"H-Hey!" Zoro began pulling, trying to break free from the other wardens' grips, but they weren't budging. The hammer swung.
"STOP!" a loud crunch sounded through the room as the hammer smashed into Sanji's hands.