Your entire body felt sore and cold and held so much pain it threw you completely off-kilter for a good while, maybe even forever if it weren't for the creaks and groans shifting through the room.

Why the fuck were you in so much pain? Did you accidentally snap your spine in your sleep or something? Your head felt as if something had lodged itself into your skull and was trying to scrape itself out through your ears.

Yowling in distress to inform the others of your plight, you maneuvered yourself to roll off the bed, only to have your wrists seized along the way, preventing you from meeting the floor.

Immediately, a jolt of adrenaline had you fully awakening for the first time in days, and in your moment of clarity, the reality began to make its first impressions upon you and settle in.

The creaks and groans shifting in the background turned out to have been due to the swaying of the room- it was subtle, but you could feel a rhythmic lurch and curl repeat itself over and over again from far below you, like the rocking of a tree in the wind.

Somewhere behind you, there was a single square window, casting an illuminating glow on a patch of the wall across from where you lied, shifting with the swaying of the room.

The light revealed a very drab place.

The walls at first looked to have been made of iron, however, due to how little it reflected the invading sunlight, it slowly came upon you that they had just grown muddled, peeling, and grey in their negligence.

You tried to get a better understanding of your surroundings as you writhed about, only to realize that the restraints on your wrists weren't actually on the wrists.

They were in.

Having managed to crane your neck up to assess the situation, your eyes widened at the very painful sight of two iron rods pierced through your wrists and connected to chains that would further down the line curl around the bed frame.

From what you could tell within the shrouded image that you had, it didn't look good.

Through all the splattered blood along your arms, the rods were both at least a whole inch in diameter, despite how praised your supposed regeneration was by your friends, you had very little doubt that when this was over, you'd be able to make it out without having permanent holes in your wrists- or much less scarring.

In fact, it seemed your ability had already healed around the rods..

Forcing yourself away from the current state of your body, you flopped around on the sheets in search of a light escaping the bottom of a door, but came fruitless.

The rest of the room was a pitch black, you couldn't find anything, and without anything else to occupy yourself with, you finally had to face the music.

You weren't in the safe arms of your base anymore- but somewhere else, in someone else's hands.. and judging by how you've been handled, they most likely knew what you were.

Moaning lowly in trepidation, you tested the shackles binding you once more, only to curse finding that in order to break out, you'd have to rip off the entirety of your hands.

Despite your dulled senses, you could still very much feel pain if it cut deep enough, and you winced at how painful it would feel to slowly rip off an appendage as opposed to the clean chops you'd receive from Zoro in training.

Just as you were about to contemplate your options, a pair of footsteps could be heard from somewhere not too far away from your room, and with the giddy humming homing in on you, there came to panic that something was incredibly wrong.

As soon as the voice drifted into your ears, your throbbing head became muddled, as if your brain had finally decided to give up and scatter all abilities of comprehension to the stars.

With your fuzzed out state, your vision grew blurry just as that someone opened a door and inadvertently bathed the room in a stark artificial white.

From that point on everything was confusing, you thought the person who entered was talking to you- they seemed real animated too, but for the life of you, you couldn't make out what they were saying, it was as if someone pressed cotton to your ears.

They proceeded to loom over you, voice dark in nature, yet light in tone, there was no reason to believe they were here to do harm judging how unmolested you've remained thus far, but the longer they spoke, the more restless you became.

You were overcome with the desire to flounder and flail, to hiss and bite, and the very intentional restraint you had on yourself itched immensely.

This felt frighteningly similar to when you bit that man during the break in on Big Mom's base.

Reality only continued to bleed with psychosis as you failed to find up from down, colours blurred and danced until you couldn't even recall what your guest's original silhouette looked like, and memories began to flash with the present in violent bursts that had you wanting to drop like a stone if you were standing.

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There was a painful explosion, powerful, unexpected, fast.

Something- you couldn't stop them.. stop who? Somebody..

You.. you.. you were under attack, but by who? Why couldn't you hear anything?

You couldn't see anything either.

Where was everyone? Why weren't they here?

Someone was forcing your face into the mattress, a sneak attack?

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You growled as the visions flooded you, doing more harm than good as your restraint faltered and made you struggle helplessly against the chains.

The person said something, however, all you could make out were mocking tones, dark and breezy.

Whoever they were they didn't seem to be daunted by your sudden aggression, but- but even praised it? Your snarling was interrupted as something warm rubbed against your cheek, leaving a chilling burn behind.

What..?

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You fought against your assailant, they were no match for your strength.

The battle blurred, you were desperate, and weren't thinking in the struggle.

Something- something stabbed you, small and lithe.

Your body was suddenly inflamed, your blood was screaming.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong.

You were scared...

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The thing.. it was a hand, probably? It slid down and latched onto your throat.

It hurt, why was it hurting? Something this superficial shouldn't hurt?

You opened your mouth to growl in weariness, but something stole your voice.

Why couldn't you speak? You groaned and yowled but nothing made it out.. something was eating your words.

Suddenly your tongue cried in pain, something was attacking you..!

Without thinking you clamped your jaw shut to prevent your attacker from.. whatever was going on, and without warning, the powerful flavor of copper splashed over your tongue and slithered down your throat.

You bit something.. you hurt something.. you made something bleed out.. but what?

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Everything was blacking in and out like some strobe light...

You were being carried? Moved? It was hard to see..

So dizzy... everything's spinning so hard..

What was that sound? So invasive..

Pink.

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Something flitted about in the air within your peripheral vision, it was really small and hard to see, but it felt important.

It was really hard, especially as your attacker swarmed you so insistently, but with all the effort you could, you focused on the very small hard to see thing.

Very slowly, your vision began to clear, zoomed in on that one thing.

You were thrown out of your artificial daze by a pink feather.

Snapping back to reality, you jolted in the mattress, turning back with wide eyes to face Doflamingo.

The man's glasgow smile broadened, allowing drops of blood to dribble down around you, sometimes even splashing against your own cheeks, unfortunately that also meant dripping into your old jaw scar and finding their way into your mouth.

"Oh? Did that stuff finally clear out of your system? Fufufufu, I wasn't expecting it to last so long!"

Doflamingo leaned back onto his haunches, sitting over you in a lazy straddle that in between his thighs and the chains, had you effectively trapped like a rat.

You hissed lowly in a clear warning, half gurgling on the blood spread along your mouth and readying yourself for a struggle if needed.

He just laughed and hushed you, "now now my queen, that's not how a god should behave"

You jerked back, having been caught off guard by his words- and did he call you a god? What was he going on about?

Doflamingo continued to raise his hand to your face despite your warbling, and without hesitation, he began to play with your lips, as if it never occurred to him how easy it would be to snap forwards and bite the offending digit clean off.

The image was tempting, mostly just to get rid of that disturbing grin plastered on his face, however, considering how you were bound in an unknown location that was no doubt crawling with his lackeys, it probably wasn't a good idea.

Be that as it may, Doflamingo shockingly took a step forwards, and broke past your lips until the finger was knuckle deep.

Sensing danger, you froze up at the action, causing the blonde to laugh in amusement at your distress.

"Well..? Aren't you going to bite me?" Doflamingo licked his lips soundly, aware of the bloody trail left behind and only bore down on you even more, as if in anticipation of your actions.

His question only served as a deafening blow, horror striking you along with the realization to his desires.

He wanted you to turn him into a ghoul..!

It was as if the understanding dawning upon you sent an unconscious order to your brain to remain absolutely still, in the face of this predator, all you could do was freeze up.

Doflamingo laughed madly at your visible comprehension, finally leaning back up again and removing his finger to bark towards the ceiling, as if roaring to the heavens above, as if everything was a show.

"Zahahaha! That's right my little god! Be excited! Soon I'll join you in your ascension! I'll rule above those worthless humans and mindless filth! With you to join my hand in paradise!"

He grinned down at you, not hiding the blind animosity, the madness, the screwed obsession in the least, and for the first time since you've become a ghoul, you could feel your skin stand on end.. or at least you thought you did.

His glasses shined in the stark light, only further projecting his madness as it appeared no better than the gleam of insanity in his eyes.

"We were born chosen! Fate has brought you to me as a gift from destiny! A loving wife to please the king!" As he babbled on and on with his fantasies and delusions, something was plucked from an unseen nightstand and shined as it was brought into light.

Tears began to uncontrollably prick your eyes as you watched him idly fiddle with the hacksaw.

"Tomorrow we'll hold the ceremony and become gods! This world will burn beneath our feet my dear! And it's all thanks to you!"

You just woke up to a nightmare.