I felt something wet splash over my face as I opened the heavy eyelids I possessed. I tried to move my head, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. I even tried to move my hand to rub my eyes, but I couldn't. Confused, I looked to both my sides and saw my wrists in bonds. My feet were bound, too.

Realizing where I was, I started panicking and looked around the operating room frantically.

"Good morning," said a condescending voice from far away. "Well, it is for me, not you."

I struggled to get out of the bonds that held me to the operation table, but it was no use.

"Those are Sea Prism Stone bonds," he said. "You can't escape."

"Trafalgar…" I hissed.

I heard a small click and the brightest light I had ever seen switched on above me. I got the worst headache from the fluorescent light and looked away as the anesthetic continued to wear off.

"How old are you?" he asked, finally coming into my field of vision. He was beginning to put on gloves and a surgical mask.

I was horribly offended at his question. "Why the fuck should I tell you?" I asked angrily.

He chuckled and said, "I'm not being rude, Nori-ya. I'm asking so I can put it down for your autopsy."

That's even better… I thought sarcastically.

"Twelve," I said with a serious face.

He didn't look amused. I saw a gloved finger reach down right above my throat. "What is your age?" he asked again, threateningly.

"I told you, I'm twelve."

He jammed his finger into my Adam's apple without mercy. I coughed relentlessly, trying to regain my breath, but he didn't take it off until I was sure I was about to suffocate.

"How old are you?" he asked again.

"T… T-twenty one…" I replied truthfully, regaining my breath.

"Thank you," he said, scribbling that down on a clipboard. "Well, let's get started, shall we?" He put his surgical mask on properly.

"What are you going to do to me…?" I asked, not sure if I even wanted to know.

I saw his yellow eyes come closer to me as he removed the surgical mask to reveal a smirk.

"I'm going to dissect you… alive," he said creepily.

Terror washed through my body as I looked at him with horrified eyes.

"But you won't die from loss of blood," he said. "I'm too skilled to let you die so easily. No… You'll die from the loss of all your major internal organs."

"No…" I said in a small voice.

"First, I'll start with the ones you don't need, like the gallbladder or the appendix and slowly work my way up to your brain," he said. "But you'll be dead before I can finish."

"No, please…" I begged. "Please, don't!"

I heard him pick up something metal. "If you're lucky, the pain will knock you out before you die," he said. "But only if you're lucky."

I looked at him with hazy vision because I kept crying uncontrollably. I was going to die in probably the most twisted and painful way possible. I saw him start cutting open my shirt with a pair of sharp scissors. I desperately struggled to get out of the bonds, not wanting him to go any further.

With my most of my torso exposed, he set the scissors aside and took a scalpel.

"We had some very familiar visitors this morning," he said.

Is he… Is he trying to make conversation while he brutally murders me…?

"Your crew," he continued.

Something cold and metal was place at the end of my sternum.

I bit my lip to try and drown out the pain I was about to experience.

As the blade punctured through my skin, he dragged it towards him and sliced completely through skin and muscle.

I shrieked in pain and cried even harder.

"S-stop…" I begged. "Please, no more…!"

"We took care of over half of them and the other half took off running," he said, talking casually.

Despite a hole being created in my stomach, I began to wonder how long I had been unconscious after he gave me the anesthetic.

He cut two more lines perpendicular to the first, one at the top, and one at the bottom so he could see my insides more clearly. I screamed and shrieked continuously while he kept cutting.

He probably didn't even care or notice that I was still awake. He'd probably done this many more times to people like me. I just wished it would be over soon.

"Just kill me…" I pleaded as tears streamed down my face. "Just kill me now…"

He chuckled and said, "I could… But I won't. Not yet, at least."

He started dabbing the blood off of my torso and pried open my skin. The pain was so unbearable, I almost fainted. I wish I did. I screamed as hard as I could, yelling, pleading him to just kill me.

But he didn't.

He started his task of dissecting me with my appendix and gallbladder, as promised. I could hear the squishing of his hands in the sickening, bloody assortment of organs inside of me, trying to decide out which organ to take out next.

"Hmm…" he said. "Let's see. Should I remove your reproductive organs or your excretion organs next…?"

"Neither…" I managed to say.

"Reproductive it is," he declared.

I couldn't even begin to describe how much I wanted to murder him in that moment.

My mind was clouded with horrible thoughts and excruciating pain. Even my vision was beginning to blacken. I was somewhat relieved that I'd be unconscious soon.

But my whole world stopped when the Surgeon of Death asked me a question.

"Who's the father?"

My mind completely stopped working for a couple seconds, trying to process what he had just asked.

"What…?"

"Who is the father?" he repeated.

"I… W-what?"

"You're pregnant," he said. "Only a couple weeks, by the looks of it."

"I'm… I'm not pregnant," I said, confused. "What the… What the fuck are you talking about?!"

He didn't reply for the longest time. I heard him drop the scalpel on a metal tray as he picked up something else.

Before I knew what was happening, he was sewing my skin and muscles back up. He even gave me anesthetic with the huge needle from before.

"What are you doing?" I asked, right as he injected the anesthetic into me.

He looked at me with his yellow eyes and then walked away without saying a word.

I fell unconscious a couple seconds later.

[Third Person POV]

The Surgeon of Death took off his gloves and dumped them into the waste bin along with his surgical mask. He walked out of the operating room with an uncharacteristically shaky step. He looked back at Nori Kamiko lying unconscious on his operating table and walked out without a word.

As he stepped out of the room and locked the door behind him, his hands immediately went to his cheeks in profound disgust with himself. He stumbled into the wall and slid down.

What have I done…? he thought.

Was the Surgeon of Death regretting his operation…?

He had killed many people before, but most all of them were adults. What did one tiny fetus that hadn't even been discovered make a difference to him, Trafalgar Law? It's not like the baby was his. In fact, he couldn't care less about the parents. He had removed his patient's uterus only to find that he had made the biggest mistake in the world. It's not like he could just put it back and everything would heal itself. No, he'd killed the tiny fetus that hadn't even been discovered.

Trafalgar Law could sleep easily knowing that he'd killed hundreds, even thousands of people; more specifically, adults. But he didn't think he'd ever let this death go, especially when the mother was sitting on the operating table in his infirmary.

Of course, he could just kill her now.

She did ask for it earlier…

He stood up, regaining his wits, ready to open the door to murder the mother, but he stopped in his tracks and walked the other way.

Why?

He didn't know that either.

[Back to Kamiko's POV]

I couldn't believe I was alive. I just couldn't. The last thing I remembered was a hella lot of pain and then he said something…

Oh, what was it that he said?! I thought, angry at myself for not remembering.

Whatever he said made him stop and I was grateful to the ends of the earth that I was still alive.

But despite the fact I was breathing, I was still bound by Sea Prism Stone handcuffs attached to the ceiling that lifted me off of the floor so that my feet could barely touch the ground as my hands were raised above me.

I was still a prisoner, but at least I was alive.

The bindings began to hurt my wrists after the first couple minutes. Not to mention my chest was mostly exposed and the chilliness of the infirmary was definitely taking its toll on my body heat. (He'd cut through most of my shirt, but luckily my bra was still intact.)

I mentally cursed Trafalgar Law for everything he did to me, but I somewhat thanked him for not killing me.

But I mostly cursed him.

At long last, I heard the metal door creak open slowly as Trafalgar Law walked in. My face immediately turned to disgust. I hardly even wanted to look at such a despicable man.

"Nori-ya," he said.

"The fuck do you want with me now?" I asked.

"I just came to check on your stitches," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Well go away, I don't want you to touch me ever again, you got that?"

He laughed and said, "I'm this ship's doctor. There's no one else who could treat them."

"Well then, why don't I just go back to my own ship like I was originally going too?" I said. "There's an idea."

He obviously wasn't amused at my out bursting. "This is my ship," he said. "I am the captain. I say who leaves and who doesn't."

I just rolled my eyes as he stepped closer.

"Stop," I said. "I told you, I don't want you to touch me again."

He smirked as he took a step closer.

"I'm warning you…" I said, not really sure what harm I could inflict upon him in my state.

He was about arm's length from me when I decided I was going to kick him. I tried to lift up my leg, but my abdomen screamed out in pain and refused me to do so.

I groaned loudly as he chuckled.

"Bastard," I cursed.

"I tore your rectus abdominus in half. I doubt you'll be able to stand, let alone kick me within a couple weeks," he said. "So I'll lower the chains every day until you can stand again on your own."

I raised an eyebrow. Was he trying to help me?

He came closer still, moving a light over so that it shone directly on my stomach. Law smiled as he looked at my stitched-up stomach. He looked almost proud of himself as he gently felt the stitches with his cold fingers. That's when I began to get a little creeped out.

"Seriously, stop," I demanded with a shrill of uneasiness in my voice.

"They're not infected, so that's good news," he said, totally ignoring me.

I scoffed and looked away, not trusting a word he said.

"But your body temperature seems a bit low," he said. "You must be pretty cold."

"I'm fine, now go away," I said. But in truth, I really was very cold.

"Do you want a blanket or something?" he asked.

"Hold on a second…" I asked, narrowing my eyes in disgust. "First, you steal my heart from my own body, then you dissect me alive, and now you're offering me a blanket and inspecting the injuries you inflicted upon me… Hmm… I wonder why I'm not very keen on trusting you right now?"

"You'll run the risk of hypothermia," he said, still smirking. "Do you want one or not?"

"Yes…" I said in a small voice.

"That's why I thought."

"Why is it so cold on this fucking ship anyway?" I asked.

"I like it this way," he said, walking out of the room and locking the door behind him.

"It's not like I can get out anyway!" I yelled after him.

I sighed and made a noise of extreme agitation.

He never actually brought me a blanket, so I just suffered in my pre-hypothermic state. Though, I did learn later that it was an honest mistake. He really had meant to get me a blanket, but I just thought he was a prick.

One of his subordinates named Penguin brought me a little bit of food and water for me later that day. He had to feed me and let me drink due to my hands being bound by holding either the cup or food to my mouth as I either sipped or bit. He did his job silently, not even replying when I asked him a question. And when he was finished, that was it. He just left me hanging.

Quite literally.

After about an hour since Penguin gave me lunch, my shoulder that had been aching finally had enough. I heard a small pop and then immense pain shot through my arm like lighting.

My shoulder had dislocated itself.

I screamed in pain, hoping someone would come in to help, but I seriously doubted anyone would.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed in agony.

My shoulder felt like it was about to be ripped off along with the rest of my arm.

I heard the door creak open. I didn't even care who the fuck it was, I just wanted the pain to stop.

It was all a blur, really. My tears clouded my eyes as I was lowered down and shoved onto the operation table.

"Go get the captain!" yelled a voice above me.

I heard footsteps running out the door. But my shoulder felt better now that it was relaxed. No doubt, it still was dislocated, but there wasn't any pressure to torment it.

"What's wrong?" asked the man above me.

"My shoulder..." I whimpered.

"We're getting help right away," he said.

I couldn't understand why they all helped me when I was their prisoner. I didn't think it was normal to give full medical attention to prisoners. I could feel that the handcuffs were off, so I'd be able to use my powers if need be.

"What's wrong, Shachi-ya?" a familiar voice asked, rushing into the room.

"Captain, she says her shoulder hurts," said the man named Shachi.

I closed my eyes and hoped they wouldn't touch me. But inevitably, they did. Law poked and prodded at my shoulder, finally coming to the conclusion I'd known all along.

"It's dislocated," he deduced. "I'm going to have to put it back in place."

"Don't touch me!" I snapped. I wanted someone to help me, just not him.

"It's going to hurt," he said, ignoring me.

I felt the latex gloves rest on my shoulder. Immediately, I turned it into the sharpest barbed wire I could muster.

"Get the Sea Prism Stone," he ordered his men with an annoyed tone. "I'm trying to help you, idiot."

Just one handcuff was place on my opposite hand, but it was enough to put my powers out of commission.

"Ok, I'm moving it back on three," he said.

I braced myself. No matter what I said, he was going to do it anyway.

"One..." he began. "Two!" He pushed it back into its socket early.

I screamed in pain, but it already felt much better. "You fucking bastard..." I slurred, almost rolling off the table to look at him.

He just laughed. I wanted to punch him so badly, but I couldn't because of obvious reasons.

"Ok, well obviously my original plan isn't going to work," he said.

"Ya think?!" I asked.

"Penguin-ya, Shachi-ya, let's move her into the brig," he said.

The brig? They actually have a jail on this ship? I thought. That's so lame.

I was carried by his two men, Penguin and Shachi, down to the so-called brig. Law unlocked my handcuffs as I was placed onto the cold, metal bench.

He peered over me, looking as smug and condescending as ever.

"You'll remain here," he said. "The bars are made of Sea Prism Stone, so don't even think about escaping." He chuckled. "Not that you'll be able to move in your condition..."

"Fuck you," I snapped.

They were already out of sight when I heard him say, "That can be arranged."

The other two laughed hysterically.

I was bewildered by his balls to say that. "Disgusting little shits!" I yelled back. "All of you!"

I was so pissed while I laid down. I hated everything about this place. From the metal walls to the crew, I hated all of them fervently. I could think of nothing other than possible ways to escape and what I would do to them all once I did. My vengeance wouldn't be easily quenched... No. I would have to think of something specially planed for all of the crew.

My thoughts turned to my own crew when I calmed down a while later. I wondered if they were all ok and planning to get me back. Surely they were going to try to come back, even if they failed the first time...

Right?

I can't say I was too optimistic, though. This was probably the worst situation I'd ever been in.

"Crow..." I said. "I wish you were here..."

I started to think about Crow and how we'd probably never have a wedding. We'd been engaged for almost years and still hadn't made plans for one. But what mattered most was that we loved each other and marriage was just a piece of paper that confirmed that we loved each other.

I slowly drifted off to sleep, not knowing if it was morning, noon, or night since there were no windows in sight.

When I woke up, assuming it was morning, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.

I heard someone sigh close by and turned my head to see Law sitting outside my cell, smirking at me.

"Mornin'," he said.

I looked away spitefully and sneered, "What do you want?"

"Sit up," he said.

I looked at him with a confused face and said, "I can't."

"Well, you are," he said. "I give you an hour. Sit up or you won't eat for the rest of the day."

I squirmed on the hard bench of a bed and tried to sit up. My abdomen seared with pain as I struggled to move.

"Ow..." I said. "I can't sit up. You said so yourself that it'll take weeks to get back to normal."

"You have one hour," he said.

"Why do I have to sit up now?!" I asked. "Why can't I let it heal and then sit up?"

"Because I said so," he said.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Yeah, sure, Mom."

He chuckled and said, "One hour or no food."

"This is so unfair..." I said. "You just want to watch me fail."

"Maybe so, but the clock is ticking," he said. "And it doesn't matter if your stitches come undone, I can always redo them, so go on."

I raised my hand and stared at him straight in the eye. I flipped up my middle finger and said, "Fuck you."

His smug grin didn't seem fazed one bit. He replied, "As I said before, that can be arranged."

I just decided to completely ignore Law because he wasn't fun to argue with. And if he was telling the truth, my appetite was on the line.

Even with the lingering pain in my stomach, I tried to sit up again. After try and try again, I simply could not sit up. It was too painful and my muscles just couldn't do it.

Law sat completely silent as he watched my strenuous efforts. But as the hour passed and I was unsuccessful, he stood up.

"I didn't expect you to sit up in an hour," he said. "I'll check back at the end of the day. If you still haven't at least sat up for whatever reason, something might be wrong. But, I seriously doubt that'll happen."

As Law started walking away, I said, "Wait, does that mean I still can't have food?"

He didn't answer.

(I don't own One Piece or any of its content. This was made for entertainment purposes only and no copyright is intended.)